Stranger Things at Hawkins

by MultiverseFantasy

Summary:

An anthology of strange things occurring in the small town of Hawkins.

Notes:

I thought I’d end the Year with a collection of ideas I had been sitting on after rewatching this series.

And this may tie into another series set in this franchise I’ve written.

Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Barbara

Notes:

Features: monsters, rape

Everybody knew what Steve had been hoping for when he invited Nancy to his house while his parents were away. Even Barbra warned her, constantly. But Nancy was no fool. Problem was neither was Barb. Her friend knew she was going to this party expressly because his parents were away and Steve was hoping to get into her pants. And Nancy wanted him to, despite how much she protested. So much so she had even bought a new bra, which she got the opportunity to show off when he brought her up to his room with a fresh change of clothes.

Surprisingly Steve had been very sweet that night (even when his friends slipped away to fuck in his parents room). He didn’t pressure her or even press her to do anything she didn’t want to. She had been the one acting outrageously for the good girl she was supposed to be. So when she saw her opportunity, stopping Steve from looking away when she went to get changed, she pulled her wet top over her head and revealed her bra and her breasts, and everything else.

He looked at her in awe. “Damn” he said in amazement.

“Shut up” she said half heartedly. She might still be modest about her looks, but he clearly found her attractive. And she found him hot too. She invited him closer with her eyes, and invitation he accepted. He approached her slowly, his pupils dilating with lust, and their lips connected in a kiss that they had been itching to share since she arrived.

She dropped her top, forgetting about the clothes he brought her. She forgot about how cold the water had made her as her body heated up in arousal. Her arms looped around his neck and his embraced her waistline. The kiss deepened and Nancy felt her heart flutter in anticipation.

*

Outside Barbara sat on the diving board dangling her bare feet in the water. She hadn’t wanted to leave without Nancy, despite the girl telling her to go. But when she looked up she saw them in the window making out. And then some.

Barb shook her head. Nancy just wasn’t herself when she was around Steve. It was like she was trying to be someone else. Someone he might like. Or maybe it was Barb who didn’t know the real Nancy, if she was so quick to ditch her best friend for some boy.

Was she jealous, a tiny voice in her head asked.

Barb didn’t dismiss the notion completely. Maybe she was a little jealous of Steve. He was stealing her best friend away from her. The voice nagged at her and it reminded her that there was a moment, a year or so ago, when the pair of them could’ve been more than friends.

It had been a sleepover. A study session. Or was supposed to be. Nancy had started looking at Steve a lot more. All the girls had. Even Barbara had. Which was why that topic came up about what either of them would do if he asked them out. Surprisingly neither of them felt like they were going to compete over him. Probably because neither hat he was worth the trouble to peruse (or so Barb thought). He had a reputation, after all. But that topic led to them worrying about how inexperienced they both were when it came to sex.

So, that evening, while Barb’s parents had ducked out for some last minute shopping, Nancy suggested they get some practice in. “Just the kissing part. It won’t count if it’s among friends” she argued.

Barbara was shocked. But she was also excited. And it sounded logical to practice kissing with each other. So they tried it. A lot. Sex became their study session as Barb remembered where her mom hid her magazines. They spent the evening reading them, studying them, practicing a few things they read from them. More than they should’ve. They got a little bit carried away. Before they knew it, they were out of their pajamas and playing with each other in a way that would’ve gotten them in so much trouble had her parents caught them.

But you know what, that night was the best first time Barbara could ever hope for. Because it was with her best friend. And it was fun. They giggled like crazy afterwards, lying in her bed naked and sweating, magazines everywhere. As fun as it was to make out, lick each other’s pussies or finger each other until they came, they both concluded neither of them was very attracted to the other. It had been an experiment. There was nothing more to it than the carnal act of discovery. They learnt a lot about how their bodies worked and how they liked it. But they felt no compulsion to repeat that night ever again. And it brought them closer as friends.

And of course, they never told anyone what they had done.

But that being said, while Barb didn’t feel anything romantic towards Nancy, she still felt protective around her. And she did feel jealous when she looked up and saw her kissing her boyfriend, his hands touching her in the same way hers had once, before they moved out of view to find his bed and do more than what the two girls had a chance to experiment with. And Barb felt left out while she sat by the pool. Not that she was expecting a threesome or anything. She felt her best friend pulling away, leaving her behind.

She winced when she flexed her hand, the cloth wrapped around her thumb dripping blood into the water. She knew she shouldn’t have tried that stupid thing with the knife. At least the cut wasn’t too deep. But it would need a bandage.

“Why am I still here” she asked herself, staring into the water alone. She should just leave. Leave Nancy to make however many mistakes she wants with Steve Harrington. She can’t sit out here all night, after all.

A noise drew her attention behind her suddenly. She turned her head wondering who it was. She thought the others were already inside having sex. The light in the pool suddenly flickered and she spun around to find a gaping maw opening like a blooming flower growling back at her.

*

Any scream Barbara might’ve let out was drowned out by the music coming from Steve’s music player. Not that Nancy was listening to anything but the thumping of her heart and the panting of her breath when she fell onto the bed with her boyfriend.

Steve laid on top of her, making out with her passionately gently caressing her body. She was so beautiful he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Or his lips. But he did so he could remove his shirt, much to Nancy’s delight. They fell back into the kiss, their fingers interlocking, the passion igniting in their core.

Somewhere next door they heard a thud and a moan. Steve’s friends it sounded like. Nancy paused to roll her eyes. Steve groaned. He went to leave to close the bedroom door, but she stopped him. She didn’t care that she could hear his friends fucking. She wanted to fuck him. And he wanted the same, because he stayed to kiss her. Then touch her. Then help undress her.

He pulled off her jeans and she sat up in her underwear to unzip his pants. He was the first to get into his boxers, her hand wrapping around his penis. She tried not to look anxious when she pulled it out, getting her first look at him. Her heart skipped a beat and she wet her lips. She hesitated, not sure if she could bring herself to blow him. Fortunately he wasn’t interested in a blowjob. He was interested in her breasts though, his hands slipping around to fumble the clasp for her bra. She helped remove it, giving him a look at her tits. Then she removed her panties, laying back down and spreading her legs like the slut she secretly wanted to be for him. He crawled forward, kissing her lips, rubbing his erection against her opening.

“Are you sure you want this” he asked quietly.

She looked up at him, surprised he asked. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. She wanted this.

So he gave it to her. His cock penetrated her sex and she gasped. He was big and her virgin cunt was tight. But not for long as she got so wet he slid deeper. So deep she thought he was all the way into her stomach. She moaned so erotically he got even harder. He waited until she had adjusted. Then he rocked gently. She trembled. He was so gentle. And it felt so good. Their lips met, their hands clasped each other.

They made love, intimately then passionately. Soon her moans were filling the room to combat his mates next door. Nancy lost herself to the passion of sex, forgetting everything else. Forgetting herself. There was just the pleasure and Steve, nothing more.

*

Barbara woke up in the pool. But not the pool. Something was wrong. It was empty of water. And the air was wrong. Acrid, thick, clogged with something disgusting. Her glasses were cracked and she was covered in slime. She coughed up water. She had been dragged under by something. Then she blacked out. She sat up, her hands finding slimy vines covering the ground. Where was she.

She got to her feet and looked around. This place looked like Steve’s house. But it was covered in vines. And the sky was red with black clouds. Where was she? “Nancy!” She called out, afraid for her friend. Afraid for herself.

A growl brought her attention behind her again and she saw the thing that dragged her hear. It turned back and roared, it’s head opening like a fleshy flower. She screamed as rows of jaws opened up, long fingers extending towards her. She turned and ran, trying to climb out of the pool, calling out to Nancy for help. But it got her, grabbing her leg. It pulled her back into the pool, tossing her onto the floor where she got the wind knocked out of her.

Suddenly the vines moved and they coiled around her arms and legs. She squirmed, pulling at them while they wrapped up her wrists and ankles. They pinned her down, on top of more which twisted around her torso. They slithered into her clothes and she screamed. They were alive. Alive and invasive. They crawled over her skin and she felt the slime coat her flesh. She writhed when they slithered between her legs or under her bra, looping around her neck and pulling taunt. She gasped when she was rendered immobile, unable to stop it from tugging at her clothing ripping her shirt open, her pants apart, snapping her bra in half. She looked up in horror as they creature towered over her, crawling on its hands and feet to look down at her. She got a sick feeling in her stomach when it’s head opened up, rows of teeth presenting themselves. It’s maw widened and she saw something that looked like a tongue extend from within. She turned her head away.

Then she felt something brush against her groin and she gasped. “No” she cried in terror. But it forced its way through her panties and into her sex. It shoved so hard it caused pain. She screamed and the monster lunged forward, it’s head clamping around her skull, it’s tongue diving into her throat. Barbara wailed into the maw of the creature raping her, her screams muffled while it held her down and forced itself on her.

What she mistook for a penis, however, was in fact another vine violating her sex while the monster ravaged her throat. The vine penetrated her pussy, meanwhile, was sending signals to the intelligence controlling the hive mind of this realm. And it was hungry for her pain, her anguish, and her body.

If he could not have the boy, then he was settle for this young woman…for now.

Chapter 2: Nancy's First Encounter

Summary:

Nancy is left shaken after her trip into the upside down.

Notes:

Features: non con elements, monsters

The water ran down Nancy’s naked body, the hot water washing the dirt and slime down the drain. She lifted her fact to the shower head and closed her eyes, her hands running her hair back to let it fall between her shoulder blades.

Usually she enjoyed having a shower. Usually she’d have one before school, locking the door and sneaking in a quick handjob before breakfast. It was a habit she picked up ever since she discovered masturbation. She just couldn’t get enough of fingering her clit in the beginning, but the noises she made drew too much attention. Since then she did it exclusively in the shower where the water could mask her stifled moans and gasps. She was careful not to overdo it, lest her hand slip from the wall and her knees give way underneath her. A quick five minute quickie always perked her up each morning. And it got her motor running before she went to see Steve.

Tonight, however, she was in no mood to masturbate. Not while that thing lingered in her mind.

It flashed through her memory like a lightning bolt. It screeched at her and she remembered running, hiding, pressing herself to the slimy vines covering the trees. The air was putrid but she held her breath all the same. She was terrified of being heard. It hunted her through the dark forest, stalking her like a predator. She could hear Jonathan’s voice, but it sounded far away. She didn’t know where she was.

As Nancy stood in the shower, she turned her body to lean against the wall, the water running down her back. Her breathing was shallow, but she recalled how it picked up when she felt something cold creep up her spine. Fear. Terror. Panic. She had looked around the tree to see where the monster was. It saw her. Her heart started beating the same rate it had when she ran. She spun around in the shower and pressed her back against the cold wall. Fear started to grip her chest again. Her breathing became pants. She tried to follow Jonathan’s voice. Where was he? She couldn’t find him. But she saw the tree she crawled through, the hole she had found, the tunnel in the trunk. It was glowing. His voice came from it. Then she tripped on a vine, fell to the ground. The monster pounced on her. She had screamed. She felt it’s weight on top of her. A hand pinned her down. Something rubbed between her legs. She had screamed again. Then it’s massive head came lower, hovering over her terrified face…

Somebody knocked on the bathroom door, jolting her out of the memory. Out of her nightmare. She jumped and froze. “Nancy. Are you okay” Jonathan’s voice called cautiously. They didn’t want to alert her parents he was here.

She exhaled heavily. She waited for the panic attack to pass. Her heart slowed it’s beating and she found the strength to calm her breathing. “I’m fine” she called back reassuringly. The lie slipped out easily. Of course she wasn’t fine. If she hadn’t reached through that hole when she did, if Jonathan hadn’t grabbed her hand, who knows what that creature would’ve done to her?

She took a deep breath, washing the last of the grime from her body. She still felt like she was in that place, wherever that was. And that thing was still out there. That unsettled her more.

 

After her shower she put on her pajamas and returned to her room where she found Jonathan had unrolled a spare duvet he found across the floor. “I hope this is okay. I could go home, if you’d prefer” he told her.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to be alone tonight” she admitted, glad he was willing to stay. She climbed into bed while he set himself up on the floor, the gun resting by his side.

After a minute of silence she looked down from her bed at him and nervously invited him to join her. He was hesitant, but he didn’t argue. It was clear she was in need of close proximity to feel safe tonight. So he laid on top of the covers next to her. “Do you want the light on or off” he asked awkwardly.

“On” she replied quickly. It was awkward sharing a bed. She’d only shared a bed with one other boy lately. But she’d never let Steve sleep in her bed. Not even during that evening he helped her study.

Not that she was thinking too hard about that. Her mind kept thinking about that creature. Was that the thing that took Will? Did it take Barbara too? Are they okay? Did they end up in that place Nancy was? Where they still alive?

Jonathan rolled onto his side and gently touched her shoulder. She turned her head and looked at him, shaken. “It can’t get us here” he told her.

“We don’t know that” she whispered, glancing nervously at the walls. Jonathan had told her about what his mum had seen. That hole had appeared in a tree, which closed behind it. What’s to stop that thing from coming in here to get them?

Fear started to set in again, only this time Jonathan was there to comfort her. It placed his hand on her arm and she exhaled. She took his hand and squeezed it. She rolled over and folded into his arms, letting him hold her to steady her trembling nerves. She didn’t feel safe. Not completely. But she was grateful to have Jonathan there.

She lifted her head to look at him. Their eyes met. The adrenaline of their shared experience brought them closer. The danger of being caught in her room together pulled them closer like magnets. Neither of them planned it. Neither of them expected it. But they kissed. It happened. Their lips met and electricity shot through their bodies. Suddenly all that adrenaline had an outlet and the two teenagers raced to expel the anxiety and nerves and fear and terror. They lost control of themselves as their lips mashed against each other, their hands wrestling to tear of their clothes and pajamas. Nancy threw the covers off and climbed on top of Jonathan Byers, pulling her top over her head. She didn’t noticed her breasts were exposed, or that he was grasping them. He didn’t notice his penis was sliding into her desperate pussy. They didn’t realize they were fucking, not even when their lips parted and the panted rapidly, lost in each others warm embrace, desperate to stay together, not wanted to be apart. To be alone. They rode the primal urges that took their minds off the nightmare unfolding around them and lost themselves in the bliss of a spontaneous orgasm that erupted out of nowhere and rocked both their hot bodies to the core, sending them both sprawling onto the bed so they could fade into so much needed sleep.

Nancy woke up the next morning in Jonathan’s arms, naked and sweaty. She barely remembered what they did. It felt like a blur. But she recalled enough not to freak out. Strangely though, she didn’t mind waking up next to him. They were okay and she felt a little safer. She checked her clock but discovered she had only slept a few hours. And her mind had cleared enough to begin racing with ideas about that monster. She was thinking more clearly. More clearly than when she was prepping for a test.

Perhaps sex does help with studying, her mind pondered, wondering if Steve could’ve been on to something while she sat up in her bed and left Jonathan to snooze while she gathered up a notebook and reading materials on predators to research her theories.

Chapter 3: He got me

Summary:

Will is taken somewhere dark.

Notes:

Features: underage characters, tentacles, non con elements

Will didn’t remember what happened after the monster attacked Castle Byers. He had been shivering from the cold and thus couldn’t move fast enough to escape. The log walls splintered inward and he blacked out, possibly when something hit him.

He woke up somewhere dark, which hadn’t been unusual for the last week. Everywhere in this place was dark. But now he wasn’t just shivering. It was trapped. He couldn’t move, but he was standing up. Held up, more like. He looked down but couldn’t feel anything under his feet. He was suspended in the air against a wall, the slimy tree things all around him. He lifted his head and tried to figure out where he was. He saw bookshelves, lots of them. Perhaps it was a library. Hawkins had a big one in the center of town. And this place seemed to be a reflection of their home, so perhaps he was there. He tried to break free, but after days suffering from hypothermia he was too weak to escape.

Not that he could. He felt something coiling around him. Vines, it felt like. He shivered when their slimy appendages slithered under his coat, up his shirt, wrapping around his legs and torso. His arms were pinned to his sides. It wrapped around his neck and he choked. They were immobilizing him. It finally got him.

It was t just the demogorgan out here. He figured that out a little while ago. There was something else here. A presence. He could sense it hunting him. And now it had him. But why? What for?

He turned his head and scanned the room again. This time he saw what was pinned to the bookshelves. Bodies. Around six of them. They were trapped just like him. Some were decomposed already. Others were bloated. They were all dead. All except one. But Will wouldn’t say she was alive either, judging by how she was choking and gurgling. His eyes widened when he saw a girl about Nancy’s age suspended off the ground, her arms hanging like a rag-doll, the vines plunging down her throat while more wrapped around her. He glimpsed others thrusting into her, between her legs, into her boobs, doing something to her. But he saw her face and her eyes were vacant. Pale.

He was wrong. She was already dead. Those vines just wouldn’t leave her alone.

But then they did. They dropped her onto the floor like trash. The lifeless thud made him jump, which made the vines coiled around him squeeze tighter. He gagged from the vine around his neck, panting anxiously when he saw more tentacles slither towards him. One crept up his from towards his face. He watched it with terrified eyes. The vines held him still, held his head still. He felt more crawl up his trousers and he gulped. He didn’t want them to hurt him. But he couldn’t stop them either. He had hoped his mum would find him before anything happened. But it was too late now.

The tentacle shot forward and he didn’t manage to close his mouth in time. It forced its way down his throat and he choked. He screamed in alarm and pain as another found his butt and violated him there too. Something wrapped around his penis and he closed his eyes. He tried to put his mind anywhere else, but the intrusions on three sides was too much. The tentacle in his mouth went all the way to his stomach and fixed itself there. Then it began to pump him full of something. Down his throat and up his bum, the tentacles pumped fluid into him. He became lightheaded, sleepy. Before he passed out again, he felt something press at the back of his mind, violating his consciousness with sinister intent.

Whatever was in this dark place with him, it had him. He belonged to him now.

Chapter 4: I am so Fired

Summary:

Joyce and Bob steal some time together in the stock room of her workplace.

Joyce was on the till when she saw him come in. He didn’t even pretend to look around before moving in her direction. She felt giddy like a schoolgirl as he approached, following behind the small queue of customers she was serving in the lead up for Halloween. A few moments later he was there, standing in front of her. They looked at each other and smiled wide. “Hi. Can I help you” she asked rhetorically.

Bob gave the till a cursory scan before picking up one of the plastic pumpkin baskets. “Yeah. I’m not a big fan of orange” he said playfully. “Do you have these in any other colors?”

“Hmm” she said, pretending to consider his request. “I’m not sure. I might have to check in the back” she said with a smirk.

 

Moments later Joyce and Bob were making out in the back room amongst the shelves of stock, barely hidden behind boxes. And they were making a lot of noise while they collided with the shelves, their arms tugging on clothing, their lips mashed together panting through their noses. Joyce tried to muffle her moans, but his hands were everywhere and she liked it when he felt up her body. Especially when he snuck a hand under her top to fondle her breasts. “Oh fuck” she gasped, her hips grinding against him feeling his erection growing in his pants. Those hands left her breasts and moved down to her pants, undoing them and tugging them down. “Bob! You’re going to get me fired” she whispered, unable to stop giggling while her hands unbuckled his belt.

“That’s the idea” he joked, kissing her lips passionately. “Then you can work for me and we wouldn’t have to sneak around so much.”

“No. We could just jump onto the front counter and fuck each other’s brains out whenever we want” she jibed, stroking him with her hand feeling his harden under her touch. His hands lifted her knee and she guided him to her groin where her damp panties were pulled aside.

“Exactly” he whispered, sinking deep into her womanhood with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her onto a box so she could kiss him wildly while he fucked her brains out.

Her back slammed against the shelves, knocking stuff over, her hands shooting up to grasp the supports while the boxes buckled under their weight. Their lips were pressed together, muffling the moans as pleasure shot through their bodies. Bob was a large man compared to her, but she took every inch of his manhood and loved every second of it. And she enveloped him with her arms and legs, hugging him tight, panting heavily between moans.

The shelves rattled and her moans turned to a string of stifled swears until he slammed into her hard, all the way to the hilt. He grunted loudly and she screamed in ecstasy before clamping a hand over her mouth, her orgasm shaking her body against his. The climax lasted less than a minute, but it was satisfying. Joyce looked down at Bob before glancing at the door. She broke into nervous laughter. There was no way somebody didn’t hear that. “I am so fired” she heaved.

“I’d say it was worth it to hear you make those noises” he chuckled, kissing her deeply.

She kissed him back affectionately. “Oh? Perhaps you should come by after my shift is over and we can go somewhere we won’t have to be quiet.”

“You mean like your place”he asked.

She nodded. “Jonathan will be out and Will has a sleepover at Mike’s tonight” she whispered in his ear.

Bob smiled. “Then it’s a date” he promised, kissing her lips excitedly.

Chapter 5: Lost Sisters

Summary:

Eight shares her powers with Eleven in a similar way she has with her group of friends.

Notes:

Features: mind manipulation, dubious consent, age difference, underage characters

Eight spent most of the evening with Eleven getting reunited with her lost sister. She didn’t care if the others felt concerned or suspicious or jealous. For the first time in her life she felt whole. She had someone who could really understand her and what she had gone through, who shared her gifts and her trauma.

Eight, also known as Kali, set Eleven (aka Jane) up in the loft with a bed to sleep on. A mattress on the floor. They weren’t living in the ritz after all. But Jane liked her new digs all the same. And she liked her sister. She was cool. And different. Kali showed her how her powers worked, able to trick another’s mind into seeing or experiencing whatever she wanted. “It’s not really there, but I’ve convinced your mind it is” she explained, demonstrating by conjuring a blue butterfly.

“What else can you do” Jane asked curiously.

“Well, I can’t move things with my mind” she replied jealously. “But I’ve had a lot of fun practicing with my abilities.”

“How?”

She shrugged. “Making douchbags see there worst fears. Fooling cops into driving into walls. Reminding people of what they did to us” she muttered. She didn’t linger of that just yet. There would be time to bring Jane into their mission. “Then there’s the simple act of pranking the others” she smirked, looking down at Axel, Mick, Dottie and Funshine.

Jane looked down at them too. She were an odd band of rebels. But the same could be said about her friends. She smiled, glad to know her sister found her own friends who weren’t scared of her abilities.

Thinking about her friends caused her mind to drift and her expression to falter. Kali noticed the change in her demeanor and sat forward. “Hey. You’re not alone anymore” she told her, misinterpreting the look.

Jane nodded, but her thoughts were still on Mike. She missed him.

Kali finally deduced what the problem was and had an idea. “Is there a way for you to show me who you’re thinking of” she asked.

Jane thought about it. There might be a way. She hadn’t tried it before. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She connected with Eight’s mind in a way that, until today, she had forgotten was possible. Part of the bond they shared as children. Their could breifly share images or thoughts. They could do it with the other children too, until the couldn’t. She didn’t know why. But the brief connection was enough to give Kali an image of Mike from her memory.

Kali smiled. “Okay. I know something that’ll make you feel better. If you trust me.”

“I trust you” she whispered, opening her eyes.

Kali nodded, climbing out of her seat and kneeling in front of Jane. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Jane found herself closing her eyes breifly too, taking a deep breath.

When she opened them again, she found Mike was kneeling in front of her. He looked exactly like he had when she last checked on him. She gasped in shock and then smiled. “Mike” she asked.

“It’s me El” he said, reaching out to cup her face. “I’m really here” he said.

She was so happy to see him, to touch him. She reached out and was convinced it was kneeling in front of her. She leapt forward to kiss him on the lips. She wept with happiness.

But he wasn’t real. Kali had projected him into her mind, convinced her he was here. In reality, she was Mike. And she was the one Jane was touching and kissing. She grinned excitedly, moving closer to return the kiss, pressing her lips to Jane’s and guiding her onto the mattress to make out with her sister.

*

It was serendipitous for her to arrive when she did. Kali has had time to practice this particular trick before she arrived.

It started when she realized Funshine had a questionable sexual interest in her. She had caught him looking at her sometimes, in a way that she recalled some of the guards from the lab looking at her. She was no fool and she didn’t need to read his mind. At first she ignored it. He never said or did anything. But one day, while Axel and Dottie were fucking like hyper rabbits in broad daylight in front of them (boundaries or privacy was never their thing, so they would hook up in front of the others brazenly), she decided to have some fun. While their friends were having sex on the large table loudly, she walked past him and gave him a side eye that caught his attention before walking up the stairs to the loft. She could already feel his gaze on her ass while she walked up the steps, ducking out of sight and waiting.

Sure enough, he took the bait and she heard him following behind her. When he reached the loft, he opened the door and found her leaning against another table waiting for him. He stepped forward, admiring her with his eyes. “I was wondering when you were going to make a move” she said, flashing him a coy smile. “I’ve seen you watching me. See anything you like?”

He licked his lips and checked the window. Axel and Dottie were deep into fucking and Mick was too busy keeping an eye out of the window for trouble to notice anything. He closed the door and locked it. “Maybe I do” he confessed. “Is that a problem?”

She shrugged, stepping forward. “If those guys downstairs can have fun, why can’t we” she said. She locked her gaze on his and waited for him to approach. When he did, she stared him down and held her breath.

His grin widened when she let him put his hands on her shoulder, then move it up to her neck. She didn’t object when his other hand moved to her waist. He stared at her hungrily. “I didn’t think you were interested” he said.

“I could do a lot worse” she smirked. She glanced to the window when she heard Axel yell. “I’m certainly not going to fuck him, am I?”

Funshine grinned. He brushed his hand against her black cheek. “Come to papa” he whispered, leaning down.

She put a hand up and stopped him. “Don’t use that term” she growled.

He paused, nodding in understanding. “How about daddy?”

She considered it. Still not selling it. But she allowed it. And she allowed him to pull her closer as he leaned down so he could plant his lips on hers. She allowed him to kiss her on the mouth, wrap his arms around her, his large body holding her teenage frame.

After a minute of making out he started to move her in the direction of the mattress. She stopped him and gestured to the chair instead. He reluctantly sat down and she pushed herself away. She stared at him and smiled. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable” she suggested. He settled into his seat, watching her curiously. Then she started peeling off clothing, asking him “don’t you like to watch me?”

His breath came out excitedly as he watched her undress in front of him, slowly unlacing her boots and removing her jewelery, her tight jeans and then her top. She revealed her tattoos and piercings one by one, agonizingly slowly, making a show of the striptease. Her eyes flashed mischiviously and she wasn’t surprised when his hands unbuckled his belt to unzip his trousers. She shimmied out of her panties while he pulled out his cock, stroking it while she turned in a circle to shake her jailbait bottom. He growled in anticipation when she unclasped her bra, putting her back to her first to show off her scars before turning to reveal her young breasts. His cock stiffened in his large hand.

“Tell me what you want” she said.

“I want you to bring that wicked tongue of yours and wrap those sharp lips around this dick” he replied.

She liked a man who was direct. She sauntered over, swaying her hips back and forth, her feet crossing with each step. She bit her bottom lip and dropped down to her knees, crawling up to his lap to take his penis in hand and run her tongue along the shaft. He groaned in arousal, leaking precum from his tip. She did as he asked and wrapped her lips around his head, sucking him deeply. He stared down at her mesmerized as he fulfilled his fantasies, sucking his cock with her sharp mouth. She released it with a pop and smiled at him. “Is this what you want” she asked.

“Yes. Daddy likes this” he said proudly, hooking a hand around her head to guide her back to his cock.

She sucked him again for a moment longer before gently pushing the arm aside. She rolled her body up his lap, her breasts brushing his knees before her stomach rubbed his dick. She pushed herself up by her arms to peck his lips. “But wouldn’t you rather put your big black dick inside my slutty pussy daddy” she asked, wiggling her hips before climbing onto the chair and mounting his waist.

He looked down eagerly, his hands cupping her tight firm backside. His penis rubbed against her slutty pussy and he felt his erection throb with desire. He stared at the teenager pressing her naked body against him. He took hold of her hips and guided her to his tip, positioning it at her entrance. Then she lowered herself down and he griped her tightly to shove her onto his thick cock.

Her tight walls resisted and she screamed. Then she squealed as she sank down, all the way, gripping him like a vice. “Oh daddy, you’re so big” she purred.

“And you are so beautiful” he said, pulling her into a deep kiss wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight. He began rocking her on his lap, lifting her hips up and down bouncing him on his cock. He moaned in pleasure at finally getting to fuck this tight pussy, her dark skin begging to be taken by a real man. He growled and felt up her slutty body, which she so eagerly offered to be played with. Her chest thrust out when she arched her back, gasping a sound that could only be pleasure. He clutched his hips, slamming her down harder until he was ready to cum. “I’m going to fill your slutty womb with my spunk” he said.

“Yes. Fuck me daddy. Make me your bitch” she snarled.

He pulled her close and pressed his face up to hers. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll only want my dick. Daddy’s dick. You’ll be my baby girl, forever.”

He fucked the teen harder, on the verge of exploding. But just as he was about to cum, Kali started laughing. “You really think I’d be your baby bitch” she asked, her voice suddenly coming from across the room.

Funshine blinked as the illusion of the girl on his lap dissolved and he found himself denied an orgasm. He gasped in shock and turned to see Kali sitting in a chair across the room, by the door, watching him intently. She wiped a trickle of blood from her nose and stood up, approaching the humiliated pervert who had been coveting a teenager. He stared back in shame and remorse. She stood over him, fully clothed, and smirked. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It can be our little secret” she promised. She leaned closer and Funshine selfishly hoped he might be able to steal a kiss, or force her onto the mattress. But then her hand shot out and she grabbed his exposed cock and balls. “But just so we’re clear. If you ever try to touch me, or if I catch you looking at me like that again, I will rip off your cock and balls and shove them down your throat while convincing you they are your lunch” she warned, crushing them in her fingers.

The large man hissed in pain until she let him go, storming out of the room leaving him to think about his actions and intentions. She certainly got her message across. Though that didn’t stop him from jerking off once she left the room, turned on by her aggression like he often was.

He never tried to touch her though. Nor did he look at her again.

 

The harsh reality was Kali had a secret of her own. One she never told anyone. She had no interest in Funshine, who was definitely too old of her liking. But even if he hadn’t been, she had no interest in him, or Axel. Or any man. She didn’t lean that way. Quite the opposite.

One day she saw an opportunity to exercise that part of her when she caught Mick taking a nap in a couch, which was rare to see. She was usually so vigilant. The others were sleeping elsewhere (two of them might be fucking), leaving Kali alone to spy Mick shifting in her chair. Kali had been watching her for weeks and figured out she liked to have wet dreams. She would sometimes touch herself in her sleep. It was arousing to watch and she had teased her own groin on the sly while peeping. Tonight though she was eager to make use of the opportunity. Because she knew who she was fantasizing about. An ex of hers, who’s photo she once showed her. So Kali had enough information to cunjour a dream of her own.

Mick stirred from her sleep when she felt a presence on top of her. She felt a hand caress her knee and her eyes fluttered open. “What” she mumbled sleepily as a face came into view. At first she thought it was her dark skinned friend. But then it focused onto a young black man who shushed her with his finger.

“Don’t worry. You’re dreaming. Go back to sleep. Let me take care of everything” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She relaxed when she felt a pair of lips on her skin, purring as hands unbuttoned her shirt. She smiled pleasantly. “Who wants to sleep at a time like this” she said, reaching out to cup her ex boyfreinds face and pull him closer. She kissed him on the lips, passionately making out with him.

It was the first time Kali was attempting to use her powers in this manner. She had convinced Mick she was seeing her ex, but really she was kissing her. Concentrating on maintaining the illusion while also enjoying the kiss was challenging. But she had been practicing using her powers while masturbating, honing her multitasking skills.

She kissed Mick deeply while unbuttoning her shirt, her hands reaching in to caress her breasts. Mick moaned when her fingers tugged her bra down, exposing her dark nipples. Kali pulled away to lean down and kiss them next, sucking on her tits. Mick gasped, grasping her head pressing her into her chest. She arched her back in the chair and lifted her hips, allowing Kali to pull her waistband down and remove her jeans. “Are you going to fuck me” she asked excitedly.

“That’s the plan” Kali replied, using her ex’s voice in her head. She crept down, her nose starting to bleed from the effort. She spread her thighs, hoping to make her cum at least once before her powers exhausted her. Mick always fell asleep after making herself cum. She dove between her legs and munched on her cunt, watching Mick lose her mind to her mouth. She tasted delicious and worried she would grow addicted. She didn’t want to end up abusing her gifts too much with her friends. But damn, she was so hot and sexy.

“Oh fuck. Why don’t you put your cock in me” Mick begged, tugging on her lover’s hair. She stared down at his face eagerly. “As much as I miss your tongue, I miss your dick more. Come on” she begged.

Kali was starting to lose control of her illusion. She slipped a pair of fingers into her cunt and sped up her movements. She fucked Mick harder. Sucking on her clit and thrusting her hand into her. Mick moaned louder, on the verge of screaming. She was getting close. Her pussy was sopping wet. It was so arousing she felt herself getting wet, reaching down to rub her own pussy through her jeans. “Mmm” she hummed, curling her fingers. Blood dripped from her nose, but Mick wasn’t going to notice. She was too busy climaxing.

What did break Kali’s concentration, however, was a fresh pair of hands touching her. She stiffened when she felt someone rub her back and shoulders. She heard giggling and paled. While Mick was gasping for breath, she turned her head and realized Dottie had stumbled upon them. And judging by her expression, dressed in just a T-shirt and some panties, she had been watching for a while. She was grinning at her naughtily, looking at the compromising position she was in. Kali gulped, swallowing the cum she had lingering on her tongue.

Mick was delirious, slowly rising in her chair. “Sweetie, are you still there?”

Dottie looked up at her and put a finger to her lips. She swept forward and diverted Mick’s gaze before she could look down and find Kali between her legs. “Yes honey. I’m still here” she whispered, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek with her nose. Mick closed her eyes as Dottie lowered her back into her chair. “Get some rest. Your had a long day. We got work in the morning” she told her.

“Yes. I’ll just close my eyes for…a moment…” she said, drifting back to sleep in moments.

Dottie grinned, pecking her on the lips. Her hand danced over her exposed nipples, admiring her sexy body a moment. Then she turned to Kali, who was kneeling on the floor frozen. Partly in shame, mostly in shock. Her gaze turned to a glare, putting up a scowl about to snap at her for spying. But Dottie intervened by placing a finger to the girl’s lips, crouching down to look at her. “I won’t tell a soul” she promised. She stroked the girl’s cheek, then hooked a finger under her chin. “It’ll be our little secret” she said playfully, pecking her on the lips.

Kali was stunned. She had been expected a different reaction had anyone found out she liked girls. But it turned out Dottie was much more open minded, and possibly bisexual because she was just as excited to learn she was a lesbian. She took her by the hands and dragged her upstairs promising to help teach her the ways of sex personally.

 

She kept her word. Kali learnt a lot about sex from Dottie. When she wasn’t fucking Axel in public she was fucking Kali in secret, showing her the different ways a woman liked to be pleasured and letting her experiment with her own body when she was in the mood.

One of the first lessons took place outside of the hideout, away from the others, the pair finding an empty hotel room to break into so Dottie could give her a real orgasm without the need to remain silent. Because cumming without screaming wouldn’t be much fun, Dottie would say. She hand Kali lie on the bed naked and ate her out until her toes curled and her hands gripped the bedsheets, sending waves of joy through her young body until she couldn’t hold back. Once she pried her hand from her mouth to muffle the scream, Dottie made her cum so hard the lights in their room flickered. She colapsed onto the mattress post haze feeling liberated, energized, and eager for more.

Once that first taste was given, they stole moments to practice as often as they could. Dottie was a surprisingly good teacher. She showed her many things and let her practice whenever she wanted. And she never told anyone about their super-powered lesbian. Plus she was having fun corrupting the young teenager.

They had a few close calls though. Sometimes the mood would take them on a mission and they’d end up making out in an alley or the van while the others are busy. Other times she’d sneak a quick handjob at the hideout before anyone noticed. The closest they came to being rumbled was after a session in the loft. The pair had just rolled out of a sixty nine and was snuggling together. Kali was slipping between Dottie’s legs when Axel came blundering up the stairs. No time to get dressed, Kali tapped into her powers. When he entered, he just saw Dottie alone. “What are you doing” He asked.

“What does it look like” Dottie asked, no idea what Kali had done.

Axel looked down at her, a smirk crossing his face. “If you were in the mood to masturbate, I could’ve helped you out” he said, reaching down to unzip his pants.

Quick to think on the spot, she smiled at him. “How about you go wait at our spot and I’ll join you in a minute. Give me a chance to freshen up” she replied.

He considered it, then nodded eagerly. He rushed out, closing the door behind him.

Kali exhaled and wiped her nose. Dottie giggled and pulled her onto her lap. “That was close” she said, wiping the blood from her face before kissing her. “So I was masturbating?”

“It was the first thing I thought of” she blushed.

“At least you had plenty of material” she laughed. Then a naughty idea came to her and her smile got wider. “Up for a bit more fun with Axel” she asked.

Kali was. So she heard her lover out and the idea made her grin.

It seemed Axel had been trying to get into Mick’s pants for a while. So when Dottie brought Kali downstairs to a room where he was waiting in an armchair, the teenager tricked his brain into believing Dottie had brought Mickey along for a steamy threesome. The man was clueless from excitement, already naked from the waist down. His erection stood up upon seeing the two ladies approach. But unlike when she did this with Mick, Kali this time sent her illusions ahead to seduce the man while she and Dottie watched from a safe distance. They got a front row seat to their friend making out with two imaginary women who were all over him, licking his cock, kissing his lips, riding his lap or flapping their boobs in front of his face. It was comical watching him hump empty air while his cock flapped uselessly.

Meanwhile they settled onto a table, where Dottie pulled the concentrating Kali into her arms and reached around to finger her pussy, testing her skills to maintain the illusion while she was being pleasured. She bit her lip as Dottie teased and fucked her, her nose bleeding from the effort to give Axel the experience of his life. She felt bad about messing with him, but not too much. It was fun. Arousing even. She got so horny she climaxed in Dottie’s hand, with coincided with her imaginary girl’s climaxing over his cock. He ejaculated into the air, nearly hitting both of them. He sank into his chair deflated from exhaustion, allowing Kali to lift the spell so she could turn her hand and kiss Dottie passionately.

They were gone before Axel woke up covered in semen.

*

All those sessions practicing using her powers during sex paid off in this moment when she made love to Jane, manipulating her mind into believing her boyfriend was the one fucking her.

She kissed her intimately, her hands roaming her body, removing her clothes, caressing her boobs and thighs. Jane touched her too, kissing her neck. Kali wanted climb onto her face so she could lick her, but knew that would break the spell. So she took control. She climbed down her body, kissing her stomach, moving between her legs. Jane moaned when “Mike” began eating her out. She didn’t question what he was doing. She trusted him. It didn’t occur to her this was what sex is. It didn’t occur to Kali that this was Eleven’s first time. She wanted her to feel go so she gave her what Dottie had given her. A good orgasm.

Jane felt her body tremble and suddenly it exploded in feelings she wasn’t prepared for. She gasped in shock and then screamed. The lights flickered and the room shook. More so, Kali felt a kinetic force shiver down her body from head to toe. It made her cum spontaneously. She moaned, looking at Jane. She wanted to feel that again.

She leapt up and kissed her, hooking her hand into her groin. Jane gasped when she felt something penetrate her. It was Kali’s fingers. She believed it was Mike’s penis. Kali began humping her like a boy would, like she’d seen Axel do to Dottie plenty of times. She mimicked a man’s thrusting while fingering Jane to another climax. She didn’t wait long. The girl shook wildly and her powers stimulated her body in return. Like she was responding instinctively, invisible hands molesting her breasts and bum, extensions of her mind slithering into her holes. Kali closed her eyes and moaned, growing hot and aroused. She was close too. “Cum with me Jane” she whispered.

Eleven had never felt such pleasure. Her powers got away from her. She fucked eight without realising it. The lights flickered with her emotions, flaring brightly just before she felt another wave rush from her loins. She panted, cried out, and felt her body levitate off the mattress as she orgasmed again. Mike grunted and orgasmed with her, her mind watching him arch his back before slumping against her.

She colapsed in exhaustion, her chest heaving for breath. Felt tingly all over. A good feeling, she felt. Like when she kissed Mike for the first time. She blinked away a fog in her vision as her head cleared. She felt a mist lifting. She realized her sister had been in her head. Looking to the side she found her sprawled next to her, snuggling beside her naked body with blood leaking from her nose. She was trembling too.

It felt nice to cuddle her, so she did. She held her sister close and felt her eyelids close. She fell asleep next to her sister, embracing her warmly. Her conscious mind pulled a blanket over them for warmth before it shut down, the pair of girls enjoying the rest of the eying in each other’s company.

Eleven wasn’t mad she tricked her. She was glad she gave her that gift. She got to be with Mike for a moment. And she got to spend it was her long lost sister too.

Chapter 6: Life Guards

Summary:

Billy has caught the eye of many of the housewives in Hawkins, and his fellow colleagues. But something darker now lurks under the surface.

Notes:

Features: monsters, tentacles, non con elements

They waited with baited breath for the hour to arrive. They had done their homework. The knew when his shift starts. So when the young lifeguard climbed down from her post they were ready. They put their books down, pulled their towels aside, laid back in their recliners and turned towards the door to the changing rooms.

And there he was. Billy Hargrove. Tall, handsome, muscular, young…a heartthrob. He walked along the edge of the pool in his red trunks, his whistle hanging around his neck above his chiseled abs. He scanned the pool with his sunglasses, his long hair flowing behind his shoulders in a wind swept fashion.

He walked by the row of mature women, housewives who came just to admire him. Amongst them was Mrs Wheeler, who wore a new swimsuit just to get his attention. And she got it, for a moment. She watched his gaze fall on her and she held it biting her bottom lip. He greeted her with a smile that could melt ice. She felt a warmth in her loins as she watched him climb to his post.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be in his arms” she muttered under her breath.

Over the next hour they started to enjoy themselves. Sometimes they would simply sit and stare at him, admiring his muscular body. Every once in a while they would try and steal his attention from everyone else for a moment. Mrs Wheeler went for a swim, showing off her form and her swimsuit. She swam the length of the pool doing the backstroke, looking up to catch him watching her from his high hair. She would smile at him and keep swimming, feeling his gaze upon her the whole time. Admiring her in a way her husband doesn’t anymore.

She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for in coming here. A distraction, maybe. A bit of fun. It was fun to fantasize about what could happen. When she reached the ladder leading out of the pool, she imagined Billy diving into the water behind her to emerge against her back, his powerful arms caressing her shoulders, his breath against her neck. She would purr and stay there, half in the water, her feet brushing his calves while his arms looped around her. What would people think if they saw her with him? What would they say if he took hold of this swimsuit she had picked out especially and pulled it down her arms to expose her breasts, grasping them to squeeze and pleasure? Would they be jealous when he kissed her neck, or when she turned her head to kiss him back? Would they be horrified if she bent down to invite his young cock to fuck her from behind, under the water, hard and passionately until she finally achieved a release she had been craving? How good would it be if he made love to her? Would she feel like a woman again?

Mrs Wheeler opened her eyes and let the fantasy drift away. She climbed out of the pool and felt the water run down from her hair to her legs. She turned and glanced up at Billy, who was still watching her. She chewed her bottom lip. A girl could imagine a lot of things. Doesn’t mean they would ever happen.

*

Billy certainly had his eye on Mrs Wheeler while she swam laps around the pool. He had been checking her out ever since he first met her one evening looking for Max. She had come out of the bath to answer the door and he got to see her in a dressing gown with wet hair. She looked very fit and very attractive. He bided his time though. He knew how to play his cards right and score a hot housewife like her.

In the meantime, he had plenty of other girls willing to hook up with him. Including his fellow lifeguards.

One girl in particular was Heather, who he found waiting for him after his shift. He pretended not to notice her watching before walking into the men’s changing rooms, knowing she’ll wait for the place to clear out before inviting herself into the showers. When she did, he was there waiting with his trunks on the bench and the water running down his muscles. She walked in, checked they were alone, then unhooked her bag and placed it down.

“We really should stop doing this here” she said nervously. She was always terrified of someone walking in. Worse, of her parents hearing about this.

He gave her a smirk before stepping out of the shower naked, reaching out to hook his hand behind her waist and pull her closer. “Where would be the fun in that” he asked, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

She kissed him back, her resistance melting away along with her clothes. She joined him in the cubicle where he pulled the curtain across, admiring her young body which he kept for himself. They made out and felt each other up, their hands exploring intimate places such as his balls and her groin. The water drenched their hair and Heather reached for the soap. But Billy wasn’t interested in cleaning, only getting down and dirty. He lifted her leg and she pressed a hand against the wall to support herself. She gasped when he entered her and moaned when he fucked her. Her screams of pleasure were drowned out by the running water, meaning nobody heard the pair having sex for the next fifteen minutes.

At some point Heather hoped they’d hook up somewhere more comfortable, with a bed where she could lie down rather than keep standing. But a workout was a welcome release after a hard days work.

*

Their relationship never got that far, unfortunately. She happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The entity that had seized Billy’s mind was taking over. He had already withstood it to spare Mrs Wheeler from the fate that was about to befall the helpless lifeguard. But his resolve was failing and his will wouldn’t be denied.

When she woke up tied up in the dark with Billy leaning over her, she was terrified he was going to rape her. Especially when he peeled the tape from her mouth and leaned over her, telling her to stay still. “It’ll all be over soon” he whispered in her ear. She was paralyzed with fear.

But when he pulled away and she heard a noise coming from the direction he was staring, her eyes turned to see a large shape lumbering from the shadows. Her chest tightened and her paralysis gave way to pure horror and she screamed.

Her scream was silenced by the tentacle shooting forward and latching onto her face. She felt something force it’s way down her throat and she choked. More tentacles slithered towards her body and the next thing she knew she was being lifted off the ground as they wrapped around her legs and arms and torso. She writhed in terror when more crawled into her uniform, molesting her body, tugging on her breasts and skin. Her shoes fell away and her shorts tore. Then another tentacle shot forward and attached itself to her groin and she felt something push into her body. She screamed into the tentacle in her mouth, shaking her head in terror. It was raping her, forcing something into her pussy. She felt it breach her womb and fill her insides. She gagged when she felt more pump down her neck, something horrible and disgusting. She couldn’t move. It held her still, fucking her, violating her, feeding her…corrupting her.

Eventually her demeanor changed and her protests ceased. She stopped squirming and fell limp. Her whimpers became moans. She submitted to the tentacles and they unwound from her arms and legs. Her ties came undone and she hung in the air, tentacles coiling around her body. She began rocking more eagerly, sucking on the tentacle in her mouth, riding the one in her cunt and the other one sliding up her ass. Two more latched onto her breasts and she felt her nipples get pierced, her tits being pumped with the same cloudy substance feeding into her belly.

Heather felt herself fade away as something else took over. Her body was filled with his essence, his desire, his will. She was his puppet, his tool, his plaything. His weapon. As her eyes glazed over, the woman that was once Heather died and was replaced by him. She was part of an organism now. A hive. A single mind.

When the process was finished, she was lowered down to her feet where she stood silently in her torn uniform. After a moment her eyes blinked and she inhaled slowly. She turned and faced Billy, who had been staring into space as if searching for someone. He greeted her with a cold stare and she greeted him with an unfeeling kiss on the lips. The lingering residue of the girl who was once Heather. Her final desire.

“We have work to do” the one who had replaced her said.

Chapter 7: Platonic with a capital P

Summary:

Robin and Steve end up drugged with truth serum, during which they have a wild adventure of their own.

Notes:

Features: dubious consent, drug influence, lesbian character

They had no idea what those Russians injected them with. But whatever it was, it was wild. Everything felt so vibrant and alive. They could feel things, as if their skin was transmitting all the signals. They could taste the air, see sounds, hear colors…

They felt amazing.

They felt so amazing, in fact, it was a struggle to remain focused on the movie they were watching. There was a guy in a car and their was lights and Robin was sure they went back in time. Steve thought the girl he was with was hot. She thought so too. “Super hot” she agreed.

They shared a bucket of popcorn that had been left behind. It was stale but edible. And it tasted great. Steve looked over at Robin, who looked very attractive in her sailors outfit. Why hadn’t he noticed that before. “Hey, you look really beautiful” he said, the words tumbling out.

She looked back and blushed. “And you look very attractive” she replied, the words also tumbling out. “And your hair is amazing” she added.

“Man, why was I wasting my time with all those other girls when you were standing right there” he said. “Dustin was right. Your gorgeous.”

“Of course I am. But you couldn’t handle me” she laughed.

“No, I probably couldn’t” he chuckled. His thought were going a mile a minute. It was hard to think straight. “Hey…when we were separated down there, did those Russian guys hurt your too?”

“Hurt me?”

“Well, they pretty much beat me up” he said.

She nodded in understanding. “No. They never hit me. They didn’t really do anything to me. They asked a whole lot of questions, all serious like. When the general guy left the room, there was these two men who groped me.”

“groped you?”

“Yeah, you know” she said, suddenly climbing out of her seat to climb onto his. He gasped in surprise, spilling popcorn everywhere when she mounted his lap. “Yeah, they put their hands long my legs like this, then moved them up my body like this” she demonstrated, running her hands over his chest in a molesting manner. A manner he found very arousing as she settled onto his lap.

“Is that all. They just…felt you up? They didn’t do anything else” he asked, sounding concerned.

“I thought they would. I was rather scared they might” she admitted openly. “I got a look in the man’s eyes while he was touching me. I could tell he wanted to do something. His face was this close” she explained, leaning closer until their noses were touching. “His breath was awful. But then the general came back in and they brought me back to you. It was a relief.”

“But they didn’t hurt you” he checked, reaching up to take hold of her waist. “Because you know, if they did hurt you, I’ll happily go back down their and…try and kick their butts” he said.

Her face broke into a smile. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me” she said. She leant forward to kiss his cheek. Except she missed and got his lips instead. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aiming for…”

Steve cut her off by returning the kiss, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. She gasped in shock, freezing in place. His lips tasted strange. Good strange. Hers tasted like cherries. “Sorry, was that okay” he asked, breaking it abruptly.

“No. Yes. That was…okay” she said, stumbling for her words. She felt his groin extending beneath her and a tingle ran up her spine. “Oh, is there something in your pants Romeo?”

“Probably my erection” he confessed. “You are so hot.”

“Yeah, so are you” she admitted. She could feel the energy between them shifting and got nervous. “Is this a bad time to mention I’m a virgin” she whispered.

“I’d say this is the perfect time” he replied, admiring her face up close. Their bodies started to tingle again and they weren’t sure if it was the drugs or arousal. “Did you want to…you know…”

“Make out?”

“Have sex.”

She hesitated, for a second. “I have been rather curious. And your bum does look good in that outfit” she said.

“Your ass looks great in it” he agreed.

Someone behind them shushed them. They shushed them back. They shared a charged look. “I don’t really want to fuck you in this theater” Robin confessed.

“Neither do I” he replied.

“Somewhere else?”

“Outside” he suggested.

They scrambled out of the chair and left the theatre.

Outside translated to the empty concession stand in the corridor, where the two horny drugged up friends started making out furiously. Their hands flew all over their bodies as they collided with a table, knocking over a sign and popcorn, their lips smashing together while they felt each other up through their uniforms. They found those uniforms restrictive, however, and started to remove them. Robin pulled hers over her head while Steve pulled her shorts down, revealing her bra and her underwear. She fell onto the table with her feet flipping into the air, crashing onto her back while Steve dove down to her panties. He pulled them aside with his teeth and began munching on her pussy, which made her so aroused she nearly screamed. “Oh, keep doing that. That feels so good” she cried, gripping his perfect hair tightly.

He licked her cunt until she came, her body buzzing with sensations in her heightened state. She was very hyper when she leapt from the table to yank his pants down next, fishing out his erection and staring at his meat rod. She didn’t find it as attractive as his face, but she had been curious to try it at least once. So she wrapped her lips around it and began sucking, hard and fast. “Oh god, slow down” he gasped, fumbling for her blonde hair until he managed to pry her off.

“You don’t like it” she asked, saliva trailing from the tip of his cock.

“I do, but I’d rather put it inside you” he said, hoisting her back onto the table so he could align his cock with her entrance.

As soon as he sank into her body Robin’s head spun. “Whoa! That feels so good” she gasped, promising herself to go and buy a dildo the next chance she got.

Steve fucked Robin vigorously, watching her breasts bounce and her face contort in wonder as she stared at the ceiling, watching the dazzling colors dance across her vision. He was mesmerized by her gorgeous face and leant down to admire it closer. Their lips met and their kissed deeply. There wasn’t as much passion behind it, but it was nice all the same. They fucked until he climaxed, gushing inside of her draining his balls. He colapsed on top of her panting body. “Holy shit. Was that good for you” he asked.

“Yeah. That was…wow” Robin whistled. It was an experience to be fucked by a guy. She was glad her first time was with Steve. “Could you take your cock out and finger me the rest of the way please” she asked suddenly. Steve cocked his head, but shrugged. He did as she requested, removing his penis and replacing it with his fingers. He could feel his cum leaking from her pussy, but that didn’t stop him rubbing her clit and fingering her towards that orgasm. Meanwhile she closed her eyes, putting Tammy into his place and imaging her fingering her, and kissing her when his lips returned. “Thanks” she said, wiping her sweating brow.

They stumbled out of the theater into the mall carrying their uniforms. When they found a drinks fountain Steve raced to get a drink while Robin put hers back on. She gazed back at her friend, who had taken her virginity, and smiled happily. He was not who she was expecting to be her first, but she wasn’t disappointed.

Once the drugs wore off, however, she knew that could never happen again. Not even in a platonic sense. He might be attractive and very good at sex, but she wasn’t into him in that way. She just hoped she didn’t break his heart when she told him the truth.

Chapter 8: Running up that Hill

Summary:

Vecna attacks Max to open his third gate. But she isn’t about to give up without a fight.

Notes:

Features: non con elements, tentacles, monster

She had come to the graveyard to speak to her brother, reading him a letter she wrote to voice some things she couldn’t bring herself to say otherwise. She knew this could be the last time, so committed to it. Plus, it wasn’t like he couldn’t listen anymore.

But when the sky suddenly darkened and he appeared out of the shadows, she knew this was something else. He started speaking to her, asking if she wanted him dead, if that was why she did nothing but watch that day at the mall. She tried to convince him it wasn’t true, but deep down she wondered if it was true. But eventually she realized it wasn’t Billy. It was him. Vecna.

“You’re not real” she said, trying to chase away the nightmare.

“I see you Max” Billy said, whispering in her mind. “I see your shame. Your guilt. Do you think about me in those moments you try to forget. Those nights that keep you awake, that scare you, that make you find ways to hide from the truth. I’m always there, aren’t I Max?”

Max didn’t want to listen, but he was right. She was trying to forget him. She was always trying to forget that day. So she would seek out distractions. Anything to focus on.

Vecna used that weakness against her and twisted her memories of those nights she would seek an escape. Stake-boarding, running, punching, whatever activity she would try Billy was there. He was on her skateboard with her, or he was her punching bag, or chasing her through the streets. Or when she was in bed with Lucas. Vecna pulled the memories of those afternoons she’d ask him to come over while her mom was out, using her boyfriend as a distraction. She clung to the memory of his making love to her, clinging to how close they were. But then Lucas was replaced by Billy and Max found him on top of her, fucking her, kissing her, covered in blood which smeared over her skin.

She pushed against the nightmare, screaming in horror. Her hand clawed at his muscles and found viens that were slick and oozed blackness. She looked up and saw a disfigured face staring down at her. She screamed again, scrambling away from the monster and falling out of the bed and the memory. She landed back in the cemetery where Vecna stalked her through the graveyard. “You can’t run from me Max” he growled ominously as she sprinted away.

She could try. And she did try. She tried real hard. She ran into the fog until she ended up somewhere else entirely. A place surrounded by red mist where pieces of a building levitated in the air, a grandfather clock chiming four times above her, a door with a stained glass window to her left. She walked through this strange place until she heard Vecna’s voice rumble in surprise. “What are you doing here Maxine” he asked.

Wherever she was, it wasn’t part of his plan to scare her. She took the opportunity to explore while also searching for a way out. She found four pillars gathered in the center of the realm. She rounded one of them and screamed. There was someone tied to it by slimy vines.

It was Chrissie.

“Do you like my trophies Max” Vecna asked while she stared at the hollowed husk of the former cheerleader.

While she stared, a series of images suddenly flashed through her mind. Vecna showed her what happened to her after Max watched her enter Eddie’s caravan. She saw the girl be thrown into the ceiling in front of Eddie while Vecna captured her mind. It stalked her through the corridors of a house until he cornered her, where he extended his hand to her face. Tentacles suddenly extended from his outstretched arm and plunged into her mouth while vines wrapped around her arms and legs, suspending her into the air, ripping at her clothes, violating her body. While her physical form was twisted violently, her mind was raped and ravaged until it was sucked dry.

Max stumbled backwards from the pillar, horror on her face as she looked at the results of Vecna’s attack. She tripped on a vine and collided with the pillar behind her where a teenage boy was strung up. She realized it was Nancy’s friend Freddie, the boy from the school newspaper. His empty eyes stared down at her, his mouth hanging open.

Max’s head got flooded with a similar circumstance as Vecna attacked him in the woods, sending him scrambling into the middle of an empty road where he saw a car accident. One where a body was on fire. He stood frozen until he fell into a grave where Vecna was waiting. He did the same thing he did to Chrissie, vine and tentacles wrapping around him, lifting him into the air, strangling him, abusing him, every hole violated from his mouth to his anus to his urethra…

Max scrambled away in terror, screaming “STOP IT!” She knew why he was showing her these things. Because he was going to do the same to her.

Sure enough, when she lifted her head he was there. Waiting. Watching. She gasped in fear and tried to run, but a tentacle caught her ankle and dragged her back. She dug her nails into the wood floors and screamed, but she was thrown against one of the pillars and tied to it. Vines latched around her wrists and a tentacle slithered down and around her neck, choking her while he stalked forward slowly.

“Don’t be afraid” he said softly, brushing one of his disgusting fingers across her wet cheeks. “It’ll be over soon. Just stay very still” he promised.

She could already feel the tentacles creeping up her body, coiling around her legs and her arms, up her waist and under her shirt. She whimpered in terror as smaller ones slithered up the leg of her jeans. She tried to scream, but the tentacle around her neck squeezed tighter.

Suddenly she heard music. Not just any music. Kate Bush. Her favorite song. It drifted in over the thunder and suddenly she could also hear Lucas and Dustin calling to her. She looked over Vecna’s shoulder and spied a partition in the fog where she saw the sunlit cemetery, with Billy’s grave where she was sat and her friends where shaking her.

Vecna turned his head to look at them and scowled. “They cannot help you Max” he said. “That’s why you hid from them. Lied to them. You know you deserve this.”

He reached out his hand towards her and she felt the tentacles coiling around her tighten their grip. His fingers extended and so did the tendril creeping form his palm. She gasped for breath, her heart racing, panic setting in. In the portal she saw her body levitate into the air while she felt a sick sensation creep up her skin along with the pervy vines seeking to rape her.

Bad memories flooded her mind, but the music helped her push them away. She heard her friends voices and good memories came rushing back. She remembered how they made her laugh, made her feel normal, welcomed her into the party. Even when Mike was so hostile, he didn’t push her away outright. Dustin had liked her from the start. Will was willing to be her friend. Lucas was always there and she fell in love with him. Eleven became her best friend. Her memories of them being there for her when she needed them came to her rescue, reminding her she wasn’t alone. They gave her the courage to stand up to Billy, to be herself, to embrace Hawkins. She saw her first kiss with Lucas. The movies they went to see. Halloween in those stupid costumes. She saw her sleepover with El, their shopping trip, playing with her powers, laughing with her…kissing her.

She wasn’t alone. No matter what Vecna said, she wasn’t on her own. And she wasn’t ready to give up either.

She found the strength to pull her arm free and ripped one of the tentacles from his neck off, causing him enough pain to drop her from the pillar. The vines retreated and she fell to the ground. Then she took off running, sprinting as fast as she could to Kate Bush. To her friends. To Hawkins.

She ran up that hill and out of hell and dared not look back.

Chapter 9: Max Watch

Summary:

The party takes shifts keeping an eye on Max throughout the night.

Notes:

Features: group sex, threesome

Max thought the sleepover was overkill. Everyone volunteered to take shifts on “Max Watch” to make sure she didn’t go into another trance or die. She wasn’t a kid. She didn’t need all these babysitters.

But, all that being said, she appreciated the security. They had gathered at the Wheeler house and Nancy convinced her mom to let them stay in the basement for a sleepover. It was pretty crowded but they took the opportunity to regroup and consolidate what they had learned about Victor Creel and his connection to Vecna. All the while they insisted she keep Kate Bush playing on repeat through her headphones. Her music saved her life so Max wasn’t going to take any chances. But the experience still shook her up. Even if she didn’t have music blasting in her ears she didn’t think she’d be sleeping much tonight.

They all claimed different spots around the basement to settle in for the night. They had blankets and pillows stored down here, but Nancy Steve and Robin went upstairs for more. Max opted to take the tiny fort that Mike seemed to have kept up down here. The guys explained it was where Eleven slept when they first found her, so even they found it weird Mike still had it set up. As if he was expecting her to move back in. Max claimed it because it was the closest thing to privacy she could manage, though they insisted she keep the front sheet up so they could see lie down in the tight space. If nothing else, at least it was comfortable.

About an hour into the night she was still awake, music playing through her headphones, the haunting memories of what she had seen in her nightmare playing on her mind. She couldn’t stop shaking. She had never been so scared in her life. She was so alert when she detected movement out of her peripheral vision she flinched. She turned her head and saw Lucas kneeling outside her sanctuary. She removed her headphones so she could hear him ask “how are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I’m still here” she replied quietly. She looked at him and glanced out of the room. Dustin was the only one out there. “The others not back yet?”

“Not yet. Don’t know what’s taking them so long” he said.

“Are here to tell me you’ll be watching me sleep all night stalker” she asked.

“If that’s what it takes” he rebuffed.

She didn’t have a cutting remark. She was actually glad he was watching over her. She laid back down and replaced her headphones.

Lucas settled down next to her, sitting up against the chair. After a moment he asked “is it okay if I join you?”

Max tried to hide her smile. “Sure” she said, pretending to sound dismissive. She shuffled over so he could lie down beside her. In the small fort it was now very cramped. But the close proximity made Max breathe a little easier. Her hand slipped down into his and she held it. Lucas didn’t say anything. But he did squeeze her hand comfortingly. “I thought I was going to die” she whispered.

“So did I” he confessed. “I was so scared I was going to lose you…”

“But you saved me” she said, turning her head to look at him. “It wasn’t just the music that I heard” she admitted, lowering her headphones to her neck. Kate Bush filled the space between them. “I know I’ve been acting like a total jerk these last couple of months. I pushed you away. I push everyone away.”

“I get it” he said reassuringly. “You’ve been through a lot, dealing with things I…can only imagine are tough. I need you to know, and I need you to really hear me when I say this Max” he said, rolling onto his side to lean on his shoulder. Max mirrored him, listening intently. “I’m not going anywhere. You can push me away. You can break up with me all over again. You can shut me out. But I’ll always be here for you. When you’re ready to talk, if you’re ready, I’ll be here. And I’ll always come to save you and stand beside you when you need help. I’m here for you. I will always be here.”

He’d tried to tell her this so many times before, but she never wanted to hear it. Until now. She heard him and emotion welled up inside her. It took her by surprise and she ended up letting out a sob. She lunged forward to hug him, hiding her face in his stupid shirt. He hugged her, held her close, saying nothing while she cried into his collar. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to cry until now. And he was there to support her, to comfort her, as promised.

When she finished she sniffled into her sleeve and wiped away her tears, feeling very embarressed. But Lucas just smiled, brushing her wet cheek with his hand. She pressed it against her face, looking into his eyes. Kate Bush continued to play from her neck while she evaluated her feelings. She missed him and she needed him. Screw it she thought, reaching over to yank the blanket down closing them into their fort.

Lucas looked at her in concern. She silenced him with a stare. “Just so we’re clear, this isn’t a…we’re not getting back together. But I’m an emotional wreck and, if you’re going to be watching me all night anyway, then might as well make the most of it” she said, before leaning over and kissing him.

He blinked on confusion. She was moving a bit fast for him to understand. “Wait, so what is happening?”

She sighed in irritation. “I’m agreeing to have sex with you dumbass” she clarified. “Now get undressed before I change my mind.”

His dorky brain was still struggling to catch up. But when she began removing her clothes, he quickly decided to follow suit. He yanked off his shirt and pushed down his jeans, watching her as she removed her flannel jacket and her top before shimmying down her pants. She unhooked her Walkman from her belt and reached for her headphones. Had to remove them to take off her shirt, but she hooked them back around her neck and slipped the cassette player under her pillow.

The pair of them settled back down onto the blankets in their underwear, Max in her socks while Lucas got to show off his newly toned physique. Max took a moment to admire him before stifling a laugh. “What” he asked.

“Have you been working out to try and impress me” she asked.

“No” he said defensively. But then he flashed a smirk. “Why? Do you like it?”

She couldn’t hide the approving smile. Resting on her side drawing her fingers over his chest. She looked him over before finishing at his face. “I was never into big muscles stalker” she whispered. “I like you as you were.”

He gazed back, focused only on her beautiful face despite her teenage body developing very well in the past few months. His hand reached out and hooked around her waist. “I could always stop hitting the gym. I don’t think I’ll be making it back to the basketball team next season” he said.

She shrugged. “Too bad. But maybe…don’t lose what muscles you’ve got” she said playfully.

He grinned. He knew chicks would dig the new look.

They leaned forward and their lips met halfway. The kiss connected and they folded into the embrace, making out slowly and intimately. Max’s body pressed against his and she wrapped her arms around him desperately. Before she would feel guilty about making love to him, because she felt like she was using him to run away from her demons. But this time was different. She wasn’t running away. She was running back to him. And he welcomed her back without reserve or complaint. And she loved him for it.

Mid kiss Max rolled on top of Lucas, climbing onto his lap before lifting her hips to awkwardly push her underwear down. Lucas saw what she was doing and moved his hands down to caress her bottom. She didn’t chide him for being a pervert, instead biting her bottom lip before cupping his groin with her palm. His penis expanded into her hand and she felt him tremble. His hands pushed his briefs down to release his growing erection. Her hand took hold of it, rubbing it until it was as hard as possible. Then she mounted his lap and slide it into her moist pussy. They gasped simultaneous. Lucas was a second too late to ask if she was sure. She answered him with a kiss, then a nod. So he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

Her music player continued to play through her headphones, which swung around her neck while she rocked against him. The wires got tangled in their arms, but it didn’t stop them making out or making love. Her pants melded with the symphony’s of Kate Bush as she slide back and forth along his length. He caressed her freckled back until his fingers found the hook of her bra. It came undone by accident, but she proceeded to push herself up to a sitting position, her head brushing the table above, to remove it and toss it aside. Lucas gazed at her young breasts, her nipples standing erect proudly. She gazed down erotically and rotated her hips, riding him slowly, her hands interfacing his fingers. As the song picked up the tempo so did she, arching her back and releasing a soft moan. Who knew Kate Bush could be such an aphrodisiac.

Their perfect moment was interrupted by a scuffle outside. “Guys! Thought we agree we were going to leave this open” Dustin yelled in a panic, throwing the blanket up before either of them had time to warn him. As a result he got an eyeful of the pair of them, naked and fucking on the blankets. His eyes went wide and he dropped his walkie-talkie. “Holy shit” he gasped, frozen in shock.

“Dude” Lucas blurted out.

“Yeah. Dude” Max snapped back, mortified but mostly irritated.

Dustin remained frozen to the spot, as I’d paralyzed. He was so stunned they wondered if he had just been possessed. Max clicked her fingers and woke him from his stupor, only to notice he was staring at her tits. “I’m…I’m sorry. But perhaps next time you should…um…” he stammered, trying to find a recovery from this situation.

Max rolled her eyes. There was no point in trying to hide her modesty now. She looked down at Lucas before turning back to Dustin, who she recalled had once had a massive crush on her. And she was still an emotional mess so perhaps she was still in a vulnerable state. Why else would she turn to him and suddenly suggest “well either drop the blanket and give us some privacy or drop your pants and hurry up and join us. Limited time offer.”

Dustin blinked, Turning to Lucas in confusion. The black teen shrugged his shoulders. This was Max’s show tonight. He would go along with anything. Dustin reminded himself he had a girlfriend. But Susie was all the way in Utah and they needed to keep an eye on Max all night.

Logically, there was only one correct solution.

*

Upstairs Nancy was quietly raiding their store cupboard for extra blankets along with Steve and Robin. But she made the mistake of sending Robin to get pillows from her room because the girl poked her head out the door holding something else. “Erm…what’s with the bottle of vodka” she asked her.

Nancy’s eyes widened and she snatched it from her hands. Steve was there to shoot a curious eyebrow at her too. “What? It was a gift” she replied.

“From Jonathan?”

“From Murray” she said.

“Why is Murray giving you vodka” Steve asked.

“It was a memento, for…doesn’t matter” she replied awkwardly. She looked at it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. “Considering the day we’ve just had, perhaps we deserve a drink” she muttered, opening the top and stepping into her room.

Steve and Robin followed her and was surprised to learn she kept shot glasses in her bedside table. She filled two up and offered them to the pair. They hesitantly took a shot glass each and watched her take a swig directly from the bottle. “Wow. Okay, um…perhaps you should slow down” Steve suggested, recalling the last time she got wasted.

“Don’t start Steve” she snapped, taking another gulp. She stared them both down until they awkwardly clinked glasses and took a shot each. Then she poured them another and they were too scared to turn it down. So they went on drinking.

Ten minutes later the three of them were almost finished with the bottle and the trio were tipsy and inhibited. “I still don’t understand why…if this Vecna person killed Victor Creel’s family thirty years ago, why wait all this time to start killing again” Robin asked.

“I don’t know” Nancy replied, sitting on her bed slurring her words a little. She finished off the bottle and put it on the bedside table. “Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was killing people all over the country and we just never knew about it.”

“I kinda think we would’ve heard of a serial killer taking people’s eyes on the news” Steve argued. “More to the point, why are they going after teenagers like Max.”

“I don’t know. But we can’t let him get at her again” she said. “Which mean’s it’s important that we don’t take our eyes off her tonight.”

“Yeah. So getting totally wasted on vodka was a pretty smart idea” Robin giggled, looking at the empty bottle.

She didn’t mean it to be a jibe. Nancy didn’t retort anything and just stared at it. She thought about the story that came with it and remembered the other reason she wanted to get drunk suddenly. Barbara had been on her mind again. She never really went away. Guilt gnawed at her until she felt sick. She looked to Steve, the boy she chose over her best friend. Who she once partially blamed for her disappearing. Who she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about now. Then she looked at Robin, the hot girl Steve swears he isn’t dating. Why the fuck not she wondered. She’s gorgeous. And no, I’m not jealous at all.

“We should go back downstairs to check on the others” she said, shuffling off her bed.

She stumbled over her feet however. Evidentially she was more tipsy than she thought. Steve leapt up to catch her and lowered her back onto the bed. “You okay” he asked with concern.

“I’m fine” she said, pushing him off and trying again. She got a few more feet before swaying dangerously. This time Robin managed to catch her, the young woman wavering unsteadily herself. “I just need the room to stop spinning” she mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m feeling dizzy right now too” Robin remarked. “Must be the booze. And the adrenaline. And the fact I’m holding a very drunk and sexy girl in my arms and…just realising that I get chatty when I get drunk so I should really stop talking before I say something bad or embarrassing or humiliating or did I say you were sexy? I meant hot. I meant not…not hot. Not at all. I don’t know what Steve saw in you” she rambled.

Nancy looked at the girl oddly. Steve was staring at her in bewilderment. It took her another few moments to finally get her mouth under control. It seemed alcohol was as bad as Russian truth serum. But it did something worse than what those drugs did. It made her crazy. Crazy enough to belief that the only way to stop herself from word vomiting anything else was to clamp her mouth shut by kissing Nancy. On the mouth.

The kiss stunned the young woman. And it stunned Robin, who immediately felt the color drain from her face as she felt a sobering compulsion to crawl into the nearest hole and kill herself. Luckily Steve was on hand to divert suspicion before this could get any more mortifying. Only his inhibited brain decided the best way to save her was to leap up and yank her away from Nancy to plant a big kiss onto her lips next. While it cured her of her paralysis, it left her even more shell shocked.

“Dang. Got to love that vodka” Steve said, clearing his throat and holding himself steady against both girls. “Few shots of that and you end up feeling a need to kiss whoever you see first” he joked. Robin laughed nervously along with him, the color rising back to her cheeks along with the embarrassment.

Nancy eyeballed them both. She wasn’t sure what was going on. But Steve’s gaze lingered on her, and hers lingered on him. She glanced at Robin, licking her lips briefly. Her loins were tingling and she was, possibly, a little drunk. And it had been a stressful week. But she didn’t want to leap into anything stupid.

But then a part of her thought she could make Harrington jealous, so she turned and took hold of Robin’s face to return the kiss she gave her. The girl froze into a statue, staring at her in confusion. Nancy barely looked at her, however, her eyes staying on Steve. “I guess you’re right. Just…whomever happens to be closer” she agreed, reaching out to grasp his collar and pull him into another kiss.

Steve’s groin had grown hard when he saw the girls kiss. But it sprang to new life when Nancy kissed him hard. And while his sober brain would’ve told him to push her away, because she was drunk and vulnerable, his drunk brain was wondering when he’d ever get another chance to do this with her again. So he took it with both hands, wrapping her arms around her and making out with her passionately.

Robin stood awkwardly next to them, watching the pair begin kissing furiously. “Okay. So…what’s happening right now” she asked nervously. When their flailing arms accidentally hooked around her and pulled her into the group, she found two sets of hands caressing her body while two sets of lips peppered her neck. “Okay. Okay, I guess we’re doing this” she stammered, half worried and half turned on. She wasn’t sure if this was going to end well, but neither seemed to be willing to let her slip away and was instead dragged towards Nancy’s bed to join in the throuple.

*

Downstairs, Max had put her headphones back on to listen to Kate Bush while she sucked Dustin’s cock. She did it so she didn’t have to listen to him ramble or stutter in disbelief, or banter and argue with Lucas who was behind her thrusting vigorously into her pussy. She quickly found their ramblings tiresome and settled into the rhythm of the music while she rocked between both boys and let them both enjoy this once in a lifetime arrangement.

She couldn’t say she had ever intended to be spitroasted between any of her friends at any point since she met them. But today had been a weird day and seeking comfort in her group, one way or another, was a unique brand of security. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t using either of them to distract herself (even though she was). Dustin, maybe. She was genuinely surprised at how much he had grown when he removed his underwear. Arguably as big as Lucas (she didn’t say so). If he and Susie ever get around to fucking, she was going to be a lucky girl.

Until then, Max was the lucky one. Or rather, these two dorks were the lucky ones as she entertained them with her advances.

*

Upstairs Robin couldn’t believe how things were escalating. Not only was she dragged into bed with one of the hottest couples she’d ever laid her eyes on, she was also making out with both of them. Steve was reluctant to pressure her, but she wanted to keep up the impression that she wasn’t exactly who she really was. But drunk Nancy was just as eager to kiss her too, possibly to get a reaction from Steve. Which she could get behind. In the end she was the third wheel to whatever the fuck was going on between these two.

That being said, Robin was drunk enough to realize she could seize an opportunity whilst it presented itself. While they stripped naked and got their freak on, she slyly admired the a sexy young woman before taking the initiative to pounce on her next. But not before Nancy tried to maneuver her and Steve together, sparking a look between the platonic friends where he inquired if she was up for it. She kissed him, stroked his manhood, then moved past him to climb on top of the surprised Nancy. “I know you’d rather he fuck you, so why don’t I warm you up for him” she whispered in the girl’s ear before crawling down her body, kissing her hard nipples before slipping between her legs.

If Nancy hadn’t caught on Rocking Robin was in fact a card carrying lesbian, the mind blowing oral display she gave her to bring her to a wild orgasm should’ve done the trick. And judging by the look on Nancy’s face when she made her climax with her hands gripping the bedsheets, she made quite the impression.

Steve certainly enjoyed the show, watching from next door patting Robin’s shoulder before leaning down to enjoy Nancy’s tits. He shared them with Robin and the pair got their fellow lover moaning in arousal and leaking with desperate need for one of them to fuck her brains out.

*

They realized how cramped it was inside the mini fort soon enough. But they managed to make room for Max to shuffle between both of them where they could both hug her and touch her. She faced Lucas and grunted when he probed her sex, lifting a knee to invite him inside. And not just him. Her hand reached back to guide Dustin’s lubricated cock to her ass where he penetrated her from behind. Her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip feeling both dicks enter her body. “Fuck me” she muttered aloud.

That was all the invitation both of them needed. They began humping her irregularly. There was no coordination between their thrusts, or how they fumbled for her breasts and hips. She was sandwiched between them and grunted more than she moaned, finding the position uncomfortable.

But she let them fuck her. It felt good to be surrounded by her friends. She wasn’t a fan of being crushed between them, but she bit her lip and her tongue, wrapping an arm around Lucas and weaving her fingers through Dustin’s curly hair appreciatively (when she wasn’t grabbing either of them by the ass to encourage them to go faster).

Thankfully they were able to make her cum before her music player ran out of tape.

*

Steve finally got the chance to fuck Nancy in her own bed. And it felt wonderful and exhilarating. And even with Robin rocking behind him, her breasts pressing against his back watching her face contort in pleasure, it was perfect. He got to gaze at her and he was able to make love to her, kiss her, all while another hot girl pecked his shoulder and stroked his ego.

He gave Robin a kiss on the cheek in return, offering to give her a ride on his meatrod. She declined politely, but helped jerk him off to ejaculate over the trembling girl beneath them so she could lick his cum off her belly and breasts. She even stole one last kiss from the dazed girl before she could come to her senses.

Their threesome lasted a little under fifteen minutes in the end. It was quick an thrilling and eye opening. But Nancy recovered enough of her wits to insist they get dressed and get downstairs before anything else happened to Max. Paranoia convinced her someone would happen if she was caught with her pants down again. She didn’t want Max to become like Barbara.

As quietly as they could, they got dressed and crept downstairs in their tipsy state with the pillows and blankets they gathered. They reached the basement without incident, even with the drunken clumsiness. When they got down there, they found Dustin passed out on the sofa with his pants down (which they found mildly alarming) and Max curled up in the fort with Lucas under a blanket. She had her headphones on playing music and Lucas was spooning her protectively. She looked fine. Nancy exhaled.

The trio set up for bed and Nancy took next watch. Robin hesitated before putting her head down, creeping over asking her if they could keep what happened to themselves, more worried about her sharing with people how eager to have sex with a girl she had been. Nancy was distracted, but promised not to say anything. She wasn’t really paying attention.

In fact, due to the drinks they had, by the time the three of them woke up the next morning most of last night was foggy to them. And with the concerns over Eddie and Vecna and Max hanging over their heads, last night’s activities were forgotten by almost everyone involved.

Chapter 10: Pizza Time

Summary:

Argyle falls in love with Susie's sister Eden.

Notes:

Features: drug use

Argyle never knew what love meant until he laid eyes on Eden, the older sister of Susie, in Salt Lake City. The moment he saw her it felt like he was on the biggest high of his life and he didn’t even need to smoke anything. When she talked he wanted to listen. Like really listen. He’d do anything she asked of him. Anything at all.

So while he waited outside for the others to convince Susie to locate some computer the government assassin dude left for them, she came out to find him. She was so pretty and just as infatuated in him as he was in her. She said hi. He said hi. They talked for a bit. He didn’t remember what they talked about. She asked about his van so he gave her a tour, opening up the back to so how rad it was inside. Then he offered her some of his stash. He wasn’t sure if she was into that stuff, but he didn’t have much else to offer. Astoundingly she accepted it and they shared a drag from the roll he made.

Everything got very radical after that.

They climbed into the back of the pizza van where they could get comfortable, lying on the blankets and cushions and cardboard boxes while smoke filled the space. They watched colors dance along their vision and Eden marveled at how calm she was feeling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her hair was perfect and her face was beautiful. They shared a few more puffs and he asked if she wanted to try something with him. She agreed, so he drew a long drag of the smoke before leaning in to press his mouth to hers, gently blowing the smoke into her mouth for her to inhale before kissing her. She exhaled through her nose and her pupils dilated. She thought that experience was amazing.

Now totally high and filled with euphoria, the pair started making out in the back of the van. Smoke swirled around them as their bodies girated together, hands caressing and groping and exploring intimately. Eden was very frisky for a morman, explaining she didn’t always follow her father’s rules. She demonstrated this by fishing out Argyle’s penis so she could bend down and give him a blowjob, a long sultry blowjob that gave the young man a ride he thoroughly enjoyed. He returned the favor when she was done, helping her out of her shorts so he could lean down and eat her morman pussy out while she continued to smoke. She moaned erotically and looked so hot when she climaxed. They stripped out of their clothes so he could bring his penis to her vagina and penetrate her next. He asked if she was a virgin. He didn’t answer directly. But she did as for him to be quick, in case her father realized she was missing. He would do anything for her, be as slow or fast as she wanted. He fucked her thoroughly in the back of the van, grunting in pleasure while she moaned in his ear. Her arms wrapped around him and her legs hung in the air. His hips pounded deep into her until they both orgasmed in one blissful crescendo of joy. And with the weed heightening their senses, that orgasm felt like they were flying.

They were still flying high above the clouds when the gang flung the back doors open, waving their hands in front of their faces to look inside and find Argyle and Eden naked and draped in a blanket smoking another roll. They looked back at them blissed out of their minds, much to the shock and horror of her younger sister Susie or the bewilderment of Mike, Will and Jonathan.

Later when Susie threatened to tell their father about what Eden had done, a sober Eden threatened to tell him about how she had once caught her touching herself while on her radio to her “Dustibun”. A threat that swiftly swore the clever genius to silence.

Chapter 11: Nancy vs Vecna

Summary:

Nancy is locked into a trance so Vecna can reveal the truth to her.

Notes:

Features: non con elements, tentacles

Nancy climbed the rope leading out of the upside down. But when she passed through the gateway, she landed somewhere else except Eddie’s Caravan.

Instead she landed, hard, at the bottom of a swimming pool. Not just any swimming pool, however. This was the pool at Steve’s house. As soon as she looked around she knew what this was. “Do you remember this place Nancy” a voice whispered in her head. She spun in alarm as images flashed through her mind. She remembered that night. She had gone upstairs to sleep with Steve, leaving Barbara behind. That was the last time she ever saw her.

Her heart raced and she realized she had been caught by Vecna. He was inside her head. She turned and ran for the ladder to escape the pool. But when she looked up she saw a figure standing over her, looking down through blank eyes. It was Barbara, exactly as she had been when she last saw her. Only disheveled and grey, covered in slime and muck. Her eyes glared back intently.

“Do you remember” the ghost of her best friend snapped. She cried out and fell backwards into the pool, which was now filling with blood. She scrambled in the crimson liquid in a panic. Memories of her last conversation with her played on her mind along with her making love to Steve for the first time. She shook her head before screaming when a hand grabbed her. Barbara rose from the blood and leaned towards her, pinning the terrified young woman to the ground. “Do you remember what you did” she asked accusingly.

“I’m sorry” she whispered, staring at her best friend in terror.

“Do you know what happened next” she asked, tilting her head. Nancy shook her head. “Let me show you” she said, lunging forward to kiss her.

Nancy stiffened as Barbara forced her lips upon hers, prying her mouth open to shove her tongue down her throat. When the demonic girl forced herself upon her, she also pushed her empties of that night into her head. Nancy experienced that night from her eyes, being taken by the demogorgon and dragged into the upside down. She heard her voice screaming for Nancy’s help before she was taken, raped and murdered. Nancy got to experience her trauma and fate herself, all while she was fucking Steve in his bedroom, the two visions overlapping each other until it was Vecna she was having sex with in the vision, her past self orgasming all over his slimy thick cock while tentacles coiled around her.

Nancy broke free of the pool of blood, and from Barbara, telling herself none of this was real. She escaped the pool and fled into the woods, following the sound of chimes when she thought she got lost. She ended up someplace else. Somewhere familiar. The place Max had described. The Creel house, fractured and floating in space. The grandfather clock hovered nearby, the front door a few feet away. She descended the stairs, looking around Vecna’s mind.

“Where are you going Nancy” Vecna asked her, appearing in front of her. She gasped in alarm and tried to back away, but he flung his arm out and she froze, her head snapping up as he sent her mind spiraling into another vision.

In this vision he showed her his past, his truth. His true name was Henry Creel, the son of Victor. It hadn’t been a demon who attacked the family thirty years ago. It was him. He had abilities, similar to Eleven. But more terrifying. More sinister. He showed Nancy what he did to his family. How he held a mirror to his parents to plague them with nightmares. How he tortured his little sister with nightmares. How he mutilated animals in the neighbourhood to practice his abilities. Nancy got to witness this firsthand, horrified at the things he did, the torment he inflicted while his voice justified his atrocities. The things he did to poor Alice horrified her most. She thought of Holly, trying not to imagine what he might do to her. Because he promised to. He showed her visions of what he was going to do to her, and her parents, and Mike, and Jonathan and Steve and her friends. To all of Hawkins. Just like he did to the others and to his family.

Meanwhile, the part of her locked in Vecna’s mind stood frozen while he stood over her, extending his vines to coil around her body, wrapping around her legs and waist puncturing her clothes. Her physical body was still frozen stiff by Steve who was frantically trying to snap her awake, but her mind was locked in another trance allowing Henry to commit the same things he did to his sister every night in her nightmares. Nancy’s body was violated by the vines, one invading her pussy and her anus while more coiled around her, slithering over her flesh. Wrapping around her body up to her throat. While her consciousness was being shown his origin, this part of her mind was ravaged by tentacles. She grunted as his vines churned through her insides, filling her womb and slithering up her intestines, through her stomach before finally crawling up her throat and out of her mouth. Nancy physically choked while Henry raped her mind like a sleeve, tormenting her mind body and soul until he had shown her all she needed to see.

Then he snapped her out of her trance abruptly with the knowledge and memory of everything she had seen and experienced. She woke up from her trance and folded into Steve’s arms, choking and trembling feeling scared and violated.

Chapter 12: Enzo's

Summary:

Joyce and Hopper finally give into their feelings and impulse while in Russia.

Joyce gazed upon Hopper’s newly toned stomach and ripped muscles, finding them very hot despite the scars covering his skin. He gazed back at her in that Hulk Hogan T-shirt, her bare legs tantalizing him. After nearly a year in a Russian prison thinking about her, he didn’t want to waste a single second more. And neither did she.

They dove for each other and finally did what they should’ve done a long time ago. They kiss. Deeply and passionately. And it ignited something primal in both of them. They turned almost feral, their hands flying for their bodies, scratching at their arms and back, their mouths smashing together desperately.

Joyce stumbled back onto a crate, which rattled with cans and assault rifles. Yuri the smuggler had a very diverse collection. She didn’t care what he had inside, she sat on the box all the same so she could wrap her arms around Hooper’s big head and pull him deeper into the kiss. He reached for her legs and tugged them forwards, wrapping them around his waist to press his chest against hers. Her breath got labored and hot. She raised her arms when his hands reached under her shirt, pulling it over her head exposing her bare chest and the stiff nipples waiting for him. He didn’t really pay much attention, wrapping his arms around her again to make out more intimately. She held him tight and moaned when he sucked on her neck eagerly.

Patience wasn’t their strong suit. Soon two sets of hands were fumbling for his waistband to undo his trousers. Joyce’s hand pressed against his groin and he grunted, but didn’t ask her to remove it and instead humped her palm while she rubbed his manhood. Miraculously it still worked fine, growing hard in her hand while they kissed frantically. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs, which she spread wide to guide him to her dripping pussy. They felt like teenagers again.

They cast a glance outside their little bubble before they committed. Luckily no Russians were watching them. So Hopper slid his dick into her pussy and she moaned in relief and need. After so long of hoping, praying, dreaming and wishing, they were finally here and they clung to this moment as hard as they could. He thrust hard and fast and she pulled him in deeper and further. Their kiss gave way to moans and pants and grunts, their bodies rocking so hard the crate beneath them creaked and rattled. Joyce wish he still had enough hair for her to grab, her nails digging into his scalp instead. He finally squeezed her breasts but mainly clutched her ass, which was rotating with each thrust. Sweat formed on their skin and Hopper forgot any aches and pain he was supposed to be in. He only felt Joyce’s body, her warmth, her breath, her gaze…

Moments before climax the phone rang. Which was very, very poor timing. He groaned in frustration, prepared to ignore it so they could finish. But they couldn’t afford to ignore it and Joyce shoved him off, propelling him to answer so they could find out what’s going on in Hawkins. They’d have to finish this later. And they will finish…

Chapter 13: Vecna's Assault

Summary:

The big rematch between Eleven and One has arrived while the party try to attack him from multiple sides. But Henry is far more powerful than they anticipated.

Notes:

Features: non con elements, tentacles, multiple characters, violence

Vecna was too powerful. Eleven could feel it. The man who was once Henry, the original test subject of Doctor Brenner’s experiments, had grown even more powerful since the last time she fought him and cast him into another dimension. Now he controlled the upside down and it’s life forms like a hive mind, connected to everything across two realities. And even with his attention divided, she couldn’t stop him.

Their battle through the school hall ended with the young woman being thrown into the monster’s twisted mind where he keeps his victims as trophies. She looked up and saw the hollow husks of its three other victims trapped in vines. To think this is the fate Vecna has for Max…the thought made Eleven sick and angry.

Speaking of Max, she heard her best friend scream as she was pulled into this place by a pair of those ugly, slimy vines. She struggled and kicked at them while Vecna stalked towards Eleven, who was leaping to her feet to save her friend. With a simple hand gesture he tossed her backwards against a brick wall where an ornate door was stationed, the chimes of a grand father clock echoing across the realm. Eleven gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, pinned to the wall by Vecna’s powers. She strained to move but he held her in place, tilting his head in a sneer as a set of vines slithered down the wall to coil around her wrists and waist, trapping her against the wall. Two more wrapped around her ankles to stop her kicking, restraining the girl until she could move.

“You could’ve joined me Eleven” Henry told her, standing before the defiant and struggling girl who he once saw as his potential equal. The only one who’d proved powerful enough to stop him. He looked down at the young woman, no longer the little girl he watched over, and scoffed. “You could’ve stopped this” he remarked, knowing this statement cut deep into her resolve.

Eleven sent him to this realm. She was the reason he’d grown this powerful. She should’ve killed him. But she didn’t and now he’s more powerful than ever. And soon he’ll be able to return to Hawkins, thanks to her friend.

Max fought at the vines holding her leg, trying to pry them off until she saw Vecna standing over her. With a flick of his head she was thrown against a pillar, vines lashing around her wrists pulling her arms back, another slithering around her neck choking her as more wove around her legs and waist. She tried to break free but it was no use. He had her again. She heard Eleven calling her name, looking over to see her friend just as trapped as she was. They both struggled against Vecna’s grasp as he stalked over to the red haired girl like a predator. Max stared at him fearfully. Damn it Lucas, where are you! She thought.

***

In the physical world, her body was still in her trance, kneeling in the attic of Henry’s old home where he murdered his family. Lucas was meant to be watching over her, ready with the music player to snap her out of her trance. Except his job as protector got even more complicated when his basket ball captain showed up with a gun, convinced his D&D club were responsible for killing his girlfriend through satanic worship. Finding his teammate in an abandoned house, in a dark attic with a young woman locked in a possessed state, surrounded by candles, didn’t help Lucas argue his case. The young man was forced to engage the madman with the gun in a desperate act of giving his friends more time before his interference could put Max in any more danger.

It’s during this struggle her music player was smashed to pieces accidentally, which left Max alone in her mental struggle against Vecna with no means of escape.

***

Vecna stepped up to his young captive, taking great pleasure in watching her struggle against the vines. Every living thing in this world was an extension of himself, so he could feel the strain they were putting themselves through in their attempt to escape.

And as extensions, he could sense them everywhere. Including those guarding his physical body in the Upside Down where Nancy, Steve and Robin were attempting to infiltrate his lair and destroy him. He sensed their presence through his vines and had they catch the three intruders, disarming their weapons and yanking them off their feet to the walls and ceiling. Within moments, the group were helpless and at his mercy, just like Max and Eleven. He wordlessly commanded those extensions to tighten their grasp, the vines slithering further up their bodies as they squeezed a little tighter.

***

Max whimpered as the vine around her neck started to choke her, staring up at the monster desperately, on the verge of begging him to let her go.

“Stop it!” Eleven screamed with tears in her eyes. She was watching from the wall and could sense the malice in Vecna’s mind. She struggled against her restraints but they tightened in response too, pinning her to the wall wrapping around her further.

Vecna glanced over to the young woman, contempt and hate filling his gaze as he glared at her. He still sought to punish her for turning against him all those years ago. Perhaps watching her friend die wouldn’t be enough. His eyes examined the young woman she had grown into, a sneer drawn across his face as he looked from Eleven to Max. There was time for a little pleasure too.

The one thing Eleven had forgotten when she had begun her battle with Vecna was he had also interrupted her and Max during a compromising and intimate situation. As such, her entire fight with him she had been done completely naked, something neither she or he noticed. Max had been naked too, but by the time she was tied to the pillar she had managed to pull her jacket back on in and attempt to cover herself up in a hurry. This meant when those vines were wrapping themselves around their bodies, they were slithering over the naked flesh of the two girls too, with access to very sensitive places.

Max could feel the vines slipping under her jacket as they coiled up her torso, trying not to freak out as they reached her chest and encircled her boobs. She felt more writhing around her legs, along with something brushing the underside of her sex. She looked up and saw Vecna gazing down at her, gulping at the predatory gaze he gave her before his hand came up to hover over her face. She inhaled as the claw like fingers spread out, hovering inches over her face as the monster growled.

***

In the physical world, her head lifted up as her body began to levitate, unnoticed by either of the boys struggling with each other.

***

As she floated into the air in one world, in the other she stiffened in fear as the vines holding her kept her still, their slimy flesh pulsing irregularly. Vecna tilted his palm, extending a thick tentacle from his wrist which drifted over to Max’s terrified face. She stared at it anxiously until the vine around her neck lessened it’s grip, her body instinctively inhaling a gulp full of air. In that moment the tentacle shot forward and, before Max could stop it, the slimy extension invaded her mouth and forced its way down her throat. Max’s eyes widened as she started choking on it, feeling it shoving down her gullet towards her stomach. Vecna grinned as he forced her to suck on his tentacle, taking great delight in how her throat muscles constricted around it. He violated her further by driving the slick vine hovering below her pussy up into her entrance, watching her gasp and scream around his tentacle as she was forced to accept him inside her from both ends. Her eyes watered as he began to assault her, his tentacles sliding in and out of her while more held her still so she could move.

Eleven saw her friend in great trouble and tried to save her. However her situation got just as problematic as another tentacle slithered up her leg and plunged into her own vulnerable cunt. She gasped in alarm, looking down to see the intruder forcing itself inside of her, her expression contorting into one of pain as she felt it squirm around inside her making its way to her cervix. It found it and then pulled out, only to thrust back inside and begin fucking the young woman. Eleven opened her mouth to scream but a vine whipped around her mouth and throat, muffling her cries, yanking her head against the wall stunning her long enough to miss the second tentacle lining up for her butt until it too was violating her. She released a muffled whine as she was double penetrated and pounded in both her ass and pussy, the vines around her legs helping it piston in and out of her body relentlessly. More tentacles molested her body, Vecna taking a sadist pride in abusing the girl as he groped her hips and breasts and butt. She bit into the vine to make it let go, but it constricted around her throat tighter until she saw black spots in he eyes.

***

In the pizza dough freezer, her physical body shuddered in the water as she let out a series of strangled moans, the lights flickering above her. Mike and Will knelt over her looking at each other in concern. “El? Are you okay? What’s happening?” Mike called out, becoming concerned sensing something was wrong. He and Will called out her name as she remained in the tank, locked in a struggle they couldn’t perceive.

***

Only then it let go, giving her a moment to breath before hooking around her jaw to tilt her head up so she could watch Max get raped in front of her. She whimpered painfully as the tentacles continued to fuck her, unable to escape or stop the monster from hurting either of them.

***

Max and Eleven weren’t the only ones Vecna took his aggression out on. He had three other captives in his web to play with.

In the upside down Robin, Steve and Nancy were discovering just how effective this hive can be at multitasking. And how it punishes trespassers. Normally it would settle for simply strangling or crushing them on the stairs they were ensnared, but Vecna fed of fear. And nothing brought greater fear than separating the trio so none of them could see what befell the others.

First to disappear was Steve, who was dropped to the landing floor only to be dragged away. Nancy and Robin screamed for him until he vanished into a dark room. He fought against the vines valiantly but they overwhelmed the young man, his flailing limbs getting tangled up until he found his hands tied behind his back as he knelt on the floor. He tried to keep a defiant façade, looking the slithering vines directly as they wrapped around him and tugged at his jacket and jeans. He squirmed and struggled, calling out to Nancy promising he’ll save her. His calls were silenced by a thick tentacle wrapping around his throat choking him, pulling his head back to look up and see another dripping tentacle lowering from the ceiling. He grit his teeth once more trying not to show how scared he was, not even as his clothes were torn open so more vines could infiltrate his outfit and slither over his slim build. He grimaced when he felt a tentacle find his penis and balls, coiling around them uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure what these pervy vines were trying to do but it wasn’t going to work.

It turned out what these pervy vines wanted was to violate this man through any available hole. And his most vulnerable became his anus as a tentacle found his back door and used it. Steve gasped in horror at the unnatural intrusion (not that this was the first time he had something shoved up his ass) which gave the tentacle above him an opening to shove itself into his mouth. His eyes widened as he got two tentacles stuffed into him and a third wrapped around his cock trying to coax it to grow. This was worse than he could’ve imagined, twisting his head biting down on the vine to try and get it out. But it ignored his attempts to force it out and proceeded to pound the man’s ass and mouth violently, using him as its own personal plaything much to his dissatisfaction.

Yet, to some perverse degree, Steve’s body found something favorable about it because his cock stiffened into an erection the tentacles could wrap around and squeeze, which made the young man groan louder. He closed his eyes and felt tentacles tickling his balls, maybe ready to crush them, as the tip of another flicked at his urethra. He prayed they didn’t try anything he was thinking. But he also refused to scream or beg. If he had to suffer through this obscene torture to get to Vecna, then he’ll fuck whatever they threw at him.

Robin, in comparison, wasn’t as inclined. But she didn’t get as much as a choice either as she was pulled back down the stairs they came up. The last thing she saw was Nancy, who was staring back in fear as the second of their team vanished before her eyes.

Robin expected her trip down the steps to be bumpy, but the vines covering the staircase made it more of a slide with all the slimy textures. She still yelped as vines caught her along the way, scratching her skin as her jacket and shirt was caught. She didn’t realize anything was wrong until her ride changed course as vines yanked her up by the ankles, suspending her from the ceiling like a pendulum. She gasped at the sudden shift in gravity, her jacket falling from her arms along with her torn top leaving her torso exposed. She looked down (up) at her chest and squeaked. The one day I forget to put a bra on. She quickly cast an eye around, hoping Steve didn’t get a glimpse at her. She scrambled to her pants, still on but oddly bunched above her bum. She failed to pull them back into place and instead pulled herself up to claw at the vines around her ankles.

That proved to be a mistake as more vines extended to her wrists, trapping her hands with her feet leaving her hanging from the ceiling. It turned out the reason for her pants being where they were wasn’t an accident. It left her ass and pussy open for intrusion. Something Robin discovered when a pair of tentacles slithered down and around her arms and legs to approach her vulnerable sex. She snapped at them to back off, even remarking she wasn’t into cock shaped things in her pussy. They ignored her, both probing her sex brushing her entrance. Robin grit her teeth as she felt them stroke her folds, hissing as one penetrated her pussy roughly. Then she winced as the second followed it’s twin inside, stretching her cunt wider. Two tentacles in one hole.

More tentacles slithered down from the ceiling to explore Robin’s body, running down her bare back and arms while she suppressed the moans of being fucked by these two tentacles. They thrust in and out alternatively, ensuring she remained full at all times. She tried not to enjoy it. She was gay and this was not on her agenda. But if this is what having a cock, a pair of cocks, felt like, maybe she should take Steve up on his offer someday.

More tentacles wrapped around her body, two finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly. That was more up her alley and she moaned accordingly. A third tentacle slithered over her stomach and began thrusting between her breasts, which was a weird sensation. She expected one of these to go for her mouth, but they never did.

Her ass, on the other hand, was wide open. She didn’t see it, but she soon felt a tentacle thicker than any of the others push against her anus making her tense up. After some thrusting it managed to squeeze its way inside her body, making the girl cry out in discomfort and alarm. It thrust roughly, fucking her in the ass while the two in her pussy sped up. She screamed and moaned as she swung from the ceiling, unable to figure out if she was repulsed or turned on by her ordeal. Possibly a little of both.

Nancy’s experience was much, much more different that her friends. For you see, she had history with Vecna. She just never realized it. He soon helped her remember as the vines wrapped around her. She heard him in her head again. At least she was sure he was in her head. Maybe she was imagining it, her adrenaline making her hallucinate. She heard him whisper to her, asking if she remembered him. Remembered this.

She was taken from the wall after Steve and Robin disappeared, suspended in the air by dozens of vines. She watched them wrap around her, explore under her clothes. She struggled against them, but her body betrayed her. She tried not to relax but the tentacles, as rough as they were, stimulated her in ways Jonathan couldn’t. Do you remember this? Vecna asked her as she whimpered, trying not to remember. Not even as her fighting spirit faded and her clothes were removed, her trousers pulled down her legs and her top lifted over her head, her underwear torn away. She closed her eyes to resist. But when she opened them, she was tied up, her wrists bound above her head, her legs spread, vines around her waist and thighs and shoulders, a slim one around her neck. They held tightly enough to hold her up, but not to restrict her as her body rocked against the tentacles caressing her skin. Do you remember? the voice in her head echoed.

She did remember, and she wished she didn’t.

She remembered the first time she stumbled into the Upside Down, looking for Will and crawling through a tree. She remembered it was the first time she saw the Demogorgan, as they called it. She remembered the story she told Jonathan after he helped get her back.

What she didn’t tell him, however, was that she was caught near the portal by vines just like these. They snared her feet, sent her to the ground, and then attacked her. Before she could do anything she was pinned to the ground, vines around her wrists, her waist and neck. She was terrified. Then they got into her clothes, found her breasts, her pussy, and it got worse. They raped her while Jonathan was calling her name. But she remembered it felt…good. Somewhere, in the fear, she enjoyed it. Her screams became moans and she was rocking her hips against the tentacle in her cunt to drive it deeper. She couldn’t explain why but it turned her on, so much so she had wet dreams about it weeks after. She wondered if she actually managed to escape that trap or of the vines let her go. Whatever the truth, she repressed the memory and never told anyone.

It came back to her as, once more, her pussy was penetrated by the same vines. She gasped at the intrusion, but she didn’t scream. She moaned, her body swallowing it deeply, welcoming the intrusion. You do remember? that voice growled.

“Yes” she mumbled under her breath as more tentacles ensnared her. She felt her boobs being molested, her nipples teased as they became hard as rocks. She arched her spine as the tentacle inside her found her cervix, brushing against it trying to coax it open. Another tentacle slipped into her rear and thrust into her anus as deep as it could go. She cried out in pleasure, clinging to the vines holding her hands. Her body rocked in their grasp, need and unholy desire overcoming her. She felt a tentacle brush her bottom lip so she let it in, opening her mouth wide to suck on the slimy extension. Out of the three of them, Nancy became the only one to consent to the violation Vecna brought upon her.

Yet somewhere, in his twisted mind, that made it all the sweeter. It meant he could have his way with her however he pleased and she’d let him. He could manifest inside her thoughts like he did when he showed her his past, claim her body like he had wanted to when she was tied to that chair watching his origin. She would close her eyes and feel his pretenses, his body hovering over her as he ravished her, and her broken mind would crave it. He raped her mind, body and soul and fed on her fear and arousal as she climaxed to his twisted advances.

***

Vecna closed his eyes and savored the agony, pleasure and torment from his captives as he violated and abused their minds and bodies. Raping the three intruders on his doorstep was enjoyable, but dominating the teenagers in his domain was even better. He enjoyed the anguish of Eleven’ face as she watched him overwhelm Max before her eyes, her body suffering his brutal revenge as he brought it upon her. Max lost all sense of resistance as he engulfed her, his vines encasing her slowly while he inserted his tentacles into her through her young pussy and mouth. Her eyes rolled into her skull as she swallowed him, her body trembling uncontrollably.

***

In the physical world, Max’s body mirrored her mental one as he shuddered and shook in mid air, the smallest noise from her throat indicating she was choking on something. Lucas was still fighting his captain, so he wasn’t there to save her as Vecna’s powers overtook her and began twisting her limbs unnaturally.

***

Mike and Will were watching Eleven, growing more and more concerned. She was shaking uncontrollably too, her breathing becoming heavy pants as she remained locked in her trance. They could tell something was wrong, but short of calling to her and offering emotional support they couldn’t do anything else.

***

It turned out emotional support was what El needed. She heard them across the mindscape, their connection fueling her resolve as she reached inside, pushed through the pain and pressure and drew on her powers for strength. She used them and managed to break free of the restraints holding her back, letting out a bellowing scream as she threw her hands out towards Vecna.

He turned in surprise to witness this before being thrown backwards through a nearby pillar. He was yanked away from Max, who slumped against the vines which suddenly retracted out of her in response. Vecna slammed into the wall, the world around them rippling before it shattered entirely. Eleven watched the monster disappear as the connection was lost.

***

In the physical world, Max fell back down to the ground to be caught by Lucas, having finally defeated his opponent and preventing him for harming either of them.

***

Thousands of miles away, Eleven breathed a little easier, putting Mike and Will at ease.

***

In the upside down, the vines released the trio in the halls. For Robin and Steve it was a welcome relief as they hurried to get their clothes back on and rush back to each other. Nancy took a moment longer to recover, a little disappointed her impending orgasm was interrupted as she collapsed to the floor. She heard Steve calling her name and scrambled to get dressed, just managing to compose herself by the time he and Robin reached her. She convinced them she was alright, relieved they were okay to. The retrieved their weapons and advanced on the recovering Vecna, delivering some payback to try and destroy him once and for all.

***

In the end it all proved in vain. Vecna got away and Max ended up succumbing to her injuries, her death opening the gateway between Hawkins and the Upside Down. Eleven fell to her knees next to Lucas through her telepathic link, weeping for her friend. Unwilling to give up on her, she used everything she had to try and save her, to bring her back. She was able to help get her heart beating, leaving her in intensive care by the time she, Mike, Will and Jonathan returned to Hawkins. She came to her bedside, once again using her powers to try and reach her. But it was like she wasn’t there. She promised she’ll get her back, that she’ll save her, waiting until she was alone before kissing Max on the forehead with tears in her eyes.

Whatever happened, she will get her back.

 

Notes:

This chapter is actually a release from a tie in series "More to Life than Boys". So I suppose it became a crossover chapter linking the two separate stories.
Frankly I’ve made it a shared universe naturally anyway.

Season 5 is next. Brace yourself for spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet.

Chapter 14: Nurse's Station

Summary:

Will stumbles upon Robin and her girlfriend Vicky in the hospital.

Notes:

Features: lesbian characters

Will had stepped out of Max’s hospital room to get a drink. But while he was in the corridor he spotted a familiar face through the crowd of nurses and visitors. “Robin! Rocking Robin” he called out excitedly. It had been a while since they’d seen each other. But Robin didn’t seem to hear him and weaved past the nurses to suck into a doorway. So Will hurried along, hoping to catch up with her.

He reached the door she had slipped through and was about to step inside until he realized it wasn’t a patient’s room she was in but instead a staff room. He paused at the door, which was ajar and gave him a view inside to see she was visiting someone else. One of the nurses called Vicky. It seemed they were friends. Very close friends.

Will froze when he heard them giggling, peering inside to see Robin shuffling up close to the red-haired nurse before leaning forward to press her lips to hers. His eyes widened as the two women started kissing, their hands touching each other intimately. In a way he had only ever seen girls and boys make out.

He wasn’t naïve. He knew this sort of thing happened. He knew because he was, possibly, different in that way too. But he never realized Robin was like that. Like him, in a manner of speaking.

He wasn’t sure what to do. Should he look away? He dare not announce himself. His indecision left him standing there in front of the open door where he got to watch Robin unbutton Vicky’s uniform, much to the shock of the nurse, so she could lean in and kiss her neck and breasts. Vicky leant against a cabinet while Robin made her way down, lifting up her skirt to kiss up her inner thighs while the redhead watched. Will got a glimpse of her underwear as Robin pulled them down to her knees, her head slipping between her legs under her skirt before Bicky began moaning more erotically. Her eyes were wide and her back arched, her hands clutching the cabinet behind her when she wasn’t covering her mouth to muffle the moans. Whatever Robin was doing under her skirt was making her blush. Will couldn’t take his eyes off them, not even when Robin brought her head up to show her cheeks and nose glistening with something wet as she kissed her friend on the lips again, bringing her hand down to palm her crotch excitedly.

The can slipped out of his hand however, the impact bouncing off the ground and snapping him out of his daze. He saw the girl’s stiffen and Robin’s head snap towards the door. He was always moving before he could think, darting down the hallway afriad to look back and see if he had been rumbled. His heart was racing as he turned a corner, catching his breath wondering what he was going to do, already deciding he wasn’t going to tell anyone.

It wasn’t like he was going to confess that he’d been perving on anyone.

*

Robin got outside in time to see a familiar mop of hair run through the crowd and disappear out of sight. She released a heavy sigh. “Shit” she mumbled.

In the nurse’s station, a panicked Vicky was pulling her underwear back up. She was staring at the open door frantically. “Who was it” she asked, terrified of moving, petrified of being seen. Being caught with her pants down was one thing. Caught being eaten out by another girl was something even more mortifying.

Robin didn’t answer. She returned to assure her everything would be fine. She had to promise no more spontaneous sexy time in her place of work, so she compromised with dessert at Enzo’s tomorrow evening. She still had her taste on her tongue when she stole one final kiss though, licking her lips to savor it and looking forward to the encore.

Chapter 15: Found Sisters

Summary:

Eleven and Eight reunite in the upside down and rekindle the bond they share.

Notes:

Features: adopted sisters, lesbian sex, powers

They reached the church where they were supposed to meet up with the others. They found the car they had been driving, tracking the Demogorgan that took Holly, wedged into the fleshy slimy wall they had encountered earlier. But there was no sign of anyone. Not Nancy, Steve, Dustin or Jonathan. Hopper was fuming and told the girls to stay put while he scouted the area, barking into their walkie talkie to try and locate them. That gave Kali time to tell Jane what had happened to her since they last saw each other.

El had been horrified to discover how long she had been captive (though she wasn’t sure how long it had been). All her friends were dead, killed by Doctor Kay and her men, and she had been locked in a lab unable to use her powers while she bled her to restart the program Doctor Brenner began. But Kali’s blood wasn’t working. That’s why they were hunting Eleven so badly. They wanted her to make more monsters.

El took it all in once Kali was finished. “I’m sorry” she said guiltily. “I should’ve found you sooner.”

“You weren’t to know” she said.

“I have a bath” she told her. “I could’ve looked for you.” The truth was it hadn’t occurred to her to check in. Not once since she left her in the city. Last she saw she was hunting for Papa. Considering El met him again years later, that search clearly never amounted to anything. She could’ve been captured before or after she regained her powers. But even while training, hiding, plotting to take the fight to Henry, she never looked for her in her bath. She could’ve helped them. Perhaps she hoped she was safe. Safer away from Hawkins. She’d been wrong.

Kali read her face as if she was reading her mind. She leaned over and took her sister’s hand. “They were always going to come for us” she said. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. But I’m very glad to see you, even though I’m not who you were looking for.”

“I’m happy to see you too” she replied, squeezing her arm. She didn’t care that Henry wasn’t the one locked up. And she was grateful to have her sister back. She just wished she’d come sooner.

They sat in the front few of the church, avoiding the thick vines spread along the floor. If Henry was still out there, El didn’t want to risk alerting him via his hive network. Kali wasn’t surprised to learn Henry was alive. One had always creeped her out. But she was amazed by this dimension they were trapped in. She clung to Jane’s arm, still groggy from the sound emitters built to dampen their abilities. She had managed to maintain an illusion while they left, which had drained her. She felt better than she had in ages. But emotions caught up to her now as the reality dawned on her. She had her sister, but otherwise she was alone. Her friends, her family, were gone. Taken. Murdered. She felt angry. But more than that, she felt sad.

In a spontaneous and emotion move she turned and hugged El. The teenager hugged her back, understanding a little of what she had been through. Kali leaned in and suddenly kissed El on the lips. A move that surprised her. “I’m sorry. I just…I missed you. I don’t want to be alone again."

El looked at her, nodding her head.”"I missed you too” she whispered, wiping a tear from the brown girl’s cheek. She was sure Mike wouldn’t mind if she comforted her sister in her most vulnerable moment. She embraced her tenderly, allowing her to lean in and kiss her again. Even kissing her back. They made out slowly, intimately, recalling the last time the sisters had done this. Kali had been introducing her to new things, using her powers to help. But this time there was no illusions. She didn’t mess with her head. She didn’t want to. She needed her just as she was.

El showed her some of the new things she had learnt since the last time they saw each other. She shuffled closer, her hand caressing her cheek while they kissed. She gently reached out with her powers and Kali shivered as she felt her touch all over her body. Her nipple grew hard and her core moistened. She panted softly, opening her eyes to look at her. “You’ve been practicing” she smiled.

“I can show you, if you want” she said gently. Kali bit her lip and nodded. She relaxed as El brought her hand slowly over her body. She felt her powers caress her intimately, stimulating her under her clothes. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she felt telekinetic hands over her breasts, her stomach, along her spine and things, brushing her bum and finally slipping between her legs. She gasped when an unseen force slid into her moist pussy, El’s hand floating over her lap flexing her fingers a little.

Kali shifted on the seat, folding into Eleven’s body as she teased her mentally. She was watching the girl intently, measuring how much pressure to apply, how much effort to use. Suddenly Kali’s hand shot out and she moaned. “Stop” she gasped.

She relaxed her powers and the sensations went away. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Quite the opposite” she panted, her pupils dilating in arousal. She pulled her wrist closer until she was palming her crotch. “But I don’t want you to use your powers. I want you, need you, to touch me for real. It’s been so long since anyone…” her cheeks flushed red, embarressed and ashamed to be driven to such a state.

El smiled. She leaned in and kissed her lips. Her hand rubbed her groin, her fingers stroking her through the tight uniform. Kali purred in relief, melting to her touch. El took charge of the trembling girl who needed companionship, who was desperate to be touched gently by another person. She spread her legs for her sister, who teased her through the clothing rubbing her slowly.

After a minute it was apparent the tight uniform was hindering them. So El asked if she wanted to remove it. Kali was happy to be rid of the thing those government pricks had made her wear. She took off the coat Hooper had leant her first, draping it on the seat next to them. Then she turned to El, who reached around to find the zipper at the back of her neck. As she undid the outfit and help peel it off, Kali felt a wave of release as it was removed. Like a layer of skin being peeled away. But it also revealed the scars and bruises left by her abusers, which El examined with concern and shame. Kali removed the uniform from her legs, leaving her naked and exposed. She gave El a moment to see the handiwork of the people hunting them before cupping her face. She wordlessly met her gaze before nuzzling her neck. El closed her eyes and reached out to touch her softly, caressing each scar while she kissed her cheek.

Her gentle touches returned to her loins, where her dripping pussy was waiting for her. Thankfully none of those military arseholes dared to violate her in that way, meaning Jane was the first person in a long time to make contact with her most sensitive of places. And she welcomed her caring touch as her fingers brushed her folds and rubbed her clit, her lips parting to let out a needy moan of exhilaration. While she touched her pussy, El leaned down to kiss her breasts, licking her dark nipples to further enhance her pleasure. Kali sighed and melted into her chair, clinging to her wrist and hooking an around around her shoulders.

“Did Mike teach you these things” she asked suddenly, halfway towards her first climax.

El lingered on the edge of an orgasm, hesitating. Kali noticed the pause and looked down to see her lift her head awkwardly. “I’ve had practice” was all she said.

Kali lifted an eyebrow. She didn’t think teenage boys would know how to teach a girl how to pleasure another girl. Which made her wonder if she had a female friend who showed her the ropes. She didn’t press her for answers, too eager to feel the rush of release as her fingers curled in just the right way to find her g-spot. Kali panted and moaned and finally orgasmed, curling into the girl’s arms as her body gushed over her hand. She was buzzing when the climax ended. That rush was just what she needed after so long. And it confirmed it, no boy could’ve taught her how to do that.

Kali waited for the orgasm to pass before lifting her he’s to her sister, kissing her passionately. “Thank you” she whispered.

“You’re welcome” she smiled.

Kali grinned, her hands moving up her body to brush the curve of her boobs in return. “Is it okay if I return the favor” she asked, not wanting to cross a line.

El looked down at her hands, which were already teasing her nipples through her shirt. She giggled quietly and glanced over her shoulder to check the entrance. She’d been keeping an ear out for Hopper the whole time, but he was still busy. “Sure” she replied, meeting her sister’s gaze affectionately. “But we must be quiet” she warned.

Kali smirked. “You mean you must be quiet” she chuckled, kissing her lips before climbing up to reacquaint herself with the girl.

El felt like a teenager again as Kali made moves on her, excitement bubbling in her stomach while she unbuttoned her shirt or unhooked her pants. She hastily unlaced her boots and kicked them off while her sister tore open her shirt to reach in and touch her flesh, her fingers surprisingly cold to the touch. El gasped into the kiss as they made out vigorously, folding backwards rolling onto the pew as Kali  limbed on top of her. She was careful about when she fell, twisting her head to check where the vine creeping over the seats was sprawled. Kali was dutiful enough to check behind her while she yanked El’s trousers off and tossed them to the floor, leaving the girl in her underwear shivering to the cold. But not for long as a deep kiss to the lips sparked a wave of arousal that warmed her up in no time.

El was hesitant to do this in the upside down where danger lurked around the corner. But she knew Hopper would protect them. However she was more worried about him catching them, keeping an ear out for him while Kali moved down her body kissing her neck and shoulders. Her hands moved under her bra to cup her breasts, lifting the garment so her lips could latch onto her hard nipples and suck on them. El bit her bottom lip stifling a moan, feeling a wetness in her groin she usually felt when Mike was making out with her. She grew wetter as Kali crawled further down, her dark skin contrasting hers before she peeled her panties away to reveal her moist womanhood. Kali licked her lips and shuffled back, stopping before her feet could touch one of the vines, kneeling down to kiss her inner thighs and slip between her legs.

Last time she had done this she used her powers to make her see Mike. This time she left her mind clear. Eleven got to watch her sister go down on her and she got very turned on by it. She moaned softly when her tongue licked her, her hands extending up to squeeze her breasts. She proved to have become an expert in eating pussy since they last met. Pleasure shot up El’s spine. “So good” she said, smiling at her sister. “You’ve been practicing.”

“When I can” she smirked, rubbing her cheek against her leg. She made out with El’s nether region, swirling her tongue around her clit. “Want me to show you what else I’ve learned?”

Giddy excitement made El giggle. “Yes” she replied without thinking.

Kali grinned. She was hoping she would say that. She pulled one of her hands back and brought it to her mouth, sucking on two of her fingers until they were slick. Then she dipped them into her entrance and gently twisted them around to begin pumping them, her mouth sucking on her clit.

Eleven’s eyes widened as Kali’s skills elevated to an advanced degree. Suddenly she wasn’t just feeling good she was seeing stars. Her breathing became pants and her moans grew louder. So loud she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle them while her body started to buckling by itself. “Oh wow” she breathed.

“You haven’t felt anything yet” Kali promised, sliding another finger in.

El realized she’d only just scratched the surface on how good sex could feel in that moment. The electricity in her body sparked a raging inferno of pleasure, which crept up on her and took root deep in her core. Kali’s hand twisted inside of her and her hips buckled harder, lifting up off the pew as her spine arched. She gasped in surprise, her hand clamping to the seat afraid she might float away. Her legs folded around Kali’s head, which remained nestled between her thighs licking and sucking on her clit. Her other hand supported her bum as it lifted, giving her more purchase to thrust into her pussy faster and curl her fingers deeper. El’s heart began to race and she felt herself holding her breath, terrified of the noise she was going to make if she moved her hand. She knew they should stop, but she didn’t want to. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster, hurtling towards a finish and she wanted to cross it. Her chest heaved and her nipples stood up like arrows. That fire roared hotter until she was burning up with desire. This was not like before. This was new. This was intense. This was amazing.

“Fuck!” She hissed, unable to hold it in any longer. Her hand flew to the wood and clutched it tightly, her legs kicking out as something exploded inside of her. She felt a pulse she was sure was her powers kicking up dust and knocking stuff over as she came. Her hips jerked up into Kali’s face and she felt a gush of release spill over her fingers. She whimpered in arousal, biting her tongue so hard she tasted blood.

But Kali wasn’t finished. She slowed to let the orgasm wash over her, then went in to attack again. She twisted her hand and curled her fingers, pumping even faster. She held her hips steady and watched Eleven come undone as the overstimulation sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her knees clamped together, pinning her between them. Then her toes curled and she straightened them again. Her back curved and her head snapped back. She felt a wave of telekinetic sensations stimulate every nerve in her body and she moaned in lust as she inadvertently reached inside and found her orgasm button. She came silently while El came violently, squirting all over her face and chest letting out a sudden scream of joy and disbelief. She tried to muffle it, but her body was jerking wildly, out of control, trembling and shaking until her hand fumbled for her sister. “Stop! Please, stop” she begged. She lowered her back down, extracting her hand from her vice like grip, sitting back on her knees casually licking her fingers while watching her tremble and shiver, still cumming from after shocks and micro orgasms.

She could tell from the overwhelmed look on her face that she had blown the country girl’s mind. “You okay” she asked when the shock had worn off.

El was still grappling for her sanity as she lay sprawled on the pew staring at the ceiling. She was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, feeling so hot she thought she was melting. She had tears in her eyes and couldn’t seem to breathe. She forced herself to swallow and dragged her thoughts back into focus. “Holy shit” was the best she could articulate at the moment.

Kali took pride in that reaction. She sucked her fingers clean of Jane’s cum before slowly climbing over to lean over the shivering girl. She moved in front of her eye-line and waited until she looked at her before gently kissing the corner of her mouth. “I bet Mike never made you cum like that, did he” she teased. El shook her head. “What about your other friend?”

“Other friend?”

“Whoever it was who taught you those moves earlier. Because is sure as shit wasn’t any boy, was it?” El’s face turned red and she averted her eyes. Kali found her modesty cute. She cupped her face and turned her back for a kiss, parting her lips so she could taste herself on her tongue. “She’s a lucky girl, whoever she is.”

El was beginning to get awareness back while her sister peppered her face and neck with kisses. She was still tingling with intense pleasure. “I…can’t feel my legs” she realized.

Kali looked down, hooking her knee and stroking it tenderly. “That’ll pass. That’s how you know it was a good one. If you can walk properly afterward, you haven’t down it right” she joked.

El wasn’t so comfortable of being left so immobile. Not right now. But it did feel so good, the numbness and the tingling. She was able to move her toes, but everything was swimming. “Feel dizzy” she muttered, rubbing her head.

“So what’s her name. This girl you were practicing with” Kali asked, speaking softly into her ear. “If you tell me, I’ll teach you how to make her cum like that. She’ll love it” she promised.

El was tempted to tell her. She wanted her to feel this good too. But then she heard Hop’s voice over the white noise and her face went pale. Kali heard him too, lifting her head to glance in his direction. Jane tried to move but her body objected. So Kali pressed a hand to her chest and put a finger to her lips. “Trust me” she mouthed.

“Everyone okay” Jim called out, jogging back into the church frantically. He came around the front pew and stepping directly into their line of sight. El froze in alarm. He was looking directly at the two naked teens currently caught in the middle of having sex. Fear tightened her throat while her heart raced. Jim’s eyes darted between them. “I heard raised voices. What going on” he asked suspiciously.

El narrowed her eyes in confusion. Why wasn’t he freaking out? He practically exploded each time he caught her and Mike together before, and they were just kissing then. But he seemed to be ignoring the fact she was naked with her sister. Almost as if he couldn’t see them.

She blinked in realization and turned to see Kali looking back at him. “Jane was just telling me about what was going on” she explained calmly, glancing at her allowing her to spy the trickle of blood coming from her nose.

El didn’t quite exhale, but she understood why Hopper was oblivious now. Kali was hiding them. She might even be projecting an image of them sitting together fully clothed into his mind. He didn’t see. “Y..yeah” she nodded, awkwardly finding her voice. “Kali was telling me her story. It was…scary” she lied.

Hopper nodded, though his gaze fell on Kali suspiciously. He checked the church but nothing else was amiss. He didn’t seem to notice the clothes scattered around his feet either.

“Did you find the others” El asked, hoping to divert his attention.

He sighed gruffly. “No. No sign of them. When you’re rested up we should try and get that car free. I’ll scout around and make sure our military pals aren’t lurking about. We’ll find them once your two are safe” he promised, hefting the radio in his hand.

El nodded, remaining still and watching him hesitantly turn away to walk back the way he came. He glanced back in their direction, but Kali maintained the illusion until he was out of the door. As soon as he was out of sight, she exhaled. She met El’s gaze and smirked.

She couldn’t help it. El burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth. “Holy shit” she gasped, feeling both exhilaration and relief.

“That was close” Kali admitted, wiping the blood from her nose on the back of her hand. She crawled forward and rested her elbows either side of El’s head. “But not the first time I’ve had to hide my activities from people.” She glanced over the pew to the door. “I might’ve bought us an extra…ten minutes, if you feel up for another round” she whispered.

El grinned, but she still couldn’t move. But then she didn’t need to in order to have some fun. She reached up and stroked Kali’s shaved head, pulling her closer to kiss her lips. “My turn” she whispered, her eyes asking her for permission to take over. Her sister nodded, buzzing with anticipation. They made out intimately, her hands brushing her scalp softly.

Suddenly she felt Eleven’s powers wash over her and she began caressing her with her mind. Her body tingled with arousal as telekinetic hands pinched her nipples and squeezed her butt. She sighed with pleasure as she found her sensitive areas and teased them. Her eyes fell closed. But they snapped open again when a force penetrated her womanhood. “Jane!” She gasped.

“Trust me” she whispered in her ear. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

Kali realized what she was doing. She was sharing an experience similar to what Mike had given her. El manifested an invisible cock to fuck her from behind, mimicking a boy fucking her. Kali had never actually taken a real cock before so wasn’t prepared for her cunt stretching open like this. But she didn’t tell her to stop. She had been willing to trust her back them, so she returned that trust now. She let Jane fuck her.

She started slowly, gently rocking this force into her body until she grew accustomed. Then she got harder. Increasing the size and speed of the invisible cock. Kali moaned and bent over her sister, who caressed her both with her hands and her mind. She felt sensations over her body pleasuring her boobs and bum, stroking her legs and back. It relaxed her and left her vulnerable for a second force to slip into her rear, small at first before expanding slowly. Kali was double penetrated from behind and she folded forward grunting in discomfort.

“Does it hurt” El asked with concern.

“No. Just…different” she panted.

It was different. But not unpleasant. The two cocks increased their pace and El had then thrust in alternate motions, one in and one out, over and over again. Kali was slumped against her body, rocking vigorously, her toes curling and fingers curling around the seat. El increased the sensations she was simultaneously torturing her with. Sensing lightning bolts of pleasure up her spine. A climax was approaching, but El proved she’d been learning. She slowed her ministrations towards the edge and held back to hold Kali there until the girl was whimpering.

“Jane…please…” Kali whined desperately.

El kissed her shoulder, stroking her back tenderly, then drove her telekinetic dildos home. Kali came and she clamped her mouth over her sister’s collarbone to muffle the scream of escasty. The room trembled a little as the climax rocked her body. El grunted mutely around the invisible cock she had manifested inside her own cunt too, cumming alongside her sister who colapsed into her waiting arms trembling. She curled up into the chair and the two of them embraced intimately. Their lips connected and they shared a slow sensual kiss while Kali came down from her post orgasm high.

El waited for Kali’s eyes to open before quietly asking her “was it good?”

The young black girl smiled. “Bitchin” she smirked. “But don’t think you’ve converted me” she added slyly.

“Converted you?”

Her cheeked blushed anxiously. “I’m not into boys like you are” she confessed.

It took El a moment to realize what she was saying. Her eyes widened. “Oh” she said gently. She didn’t say anymore. She had come to understand how big a confession that was. She let her gentle caressed and the warm affection in her eyes speak for her.

Kali felt a weight lift off her shoulders and she relaxed into her arms, kissing her sister tenderly. “How’s the feeling in your legs” she asked.

El titled her head, moving her feet up and down Kali’s soft calves. “Better” she confirmed.

“We should probably get moving then, before your dad comes back” she said. Though she was reluctant to leave this comforting embrace, especially after what they did. “Not sure where we’re going to find the energy to move that car after all that sex though.”

“I’ve got energy bars” El replied bluntly.

The sisters locked eyes and burst into giggles. They laughed quietly for a long while, holding each other in a warm embrace that lifted both their spirits.

When Hopper returned to the church, empty handed and anxious to get to work, Kali didn’t need to use her powers because they were already fully dressed. El finished tying up her shoes and rose to her feet. The world suddenly spun on an axis and she wobbled on her unsteady legs. Kali was there to catch her, sharing a proud smirk with the grinning girl. Hop didn’t notice a thing and they made sure he didn’t notice El hobble to the door before gathering her bearings. He did notice Kali was walking a little funny though, yet dismissed it as her recovering from her ordeal in the military base.

Despite the danger, both girls were glad to have their sister back.

Chapter 16: Escaping Camazotz

Summary:

Holly attempts to escape Vecna's prison.

Notes:

Features: Holly and her friends being abused by tentacles.

 

Yup, I’m going to Hell for this one.

Holly didn’t know what she was going to wake up to when she ran for her portal. She just held onto the hope that gave her the strength to keep moving. Holly the Heroic hung from her neck and the red cape billowed behind her. Max ran in the opposite direction towards her own exit. They both sprinted for their way out, following their hearts. Max knew where she would wake up though. Holly wasn’t so sure. She didn’t let that fear stop her. So long as it was out of Camazots.

She passed through the portal and opened her eyes on the other side. What she was met with was far more disturbing than she was prepared for. She was cocooned by a slimy substance and pinned against a wall, suspended a few feet off the ground at one of twelve intervals in a large chamber.

Claustrophobia immediately gripped her when she felt the tightness of the cocoon, struggling to move her arms and legs. She felt something shifting around with her and squirmed. But her immediate concern was the thing attached to her mouth. As feeling returned to her body she began to choke, her nostrils inhaling air in a panic to keep breathing. She managed to get her hand free and pushed against the surface of her restraints, tearing a hole in the organic material to grab at the tube fixed to her face. It was slimy to the touch and she had to rip another hole for her other arm to get a better grip. She pulled as hard as she could and the tentacle peeled off her skin. She gagged around the length as it was dragged out of her throat coughing for air once it was out. The tentacle swung back and retracted up into the ceiling and out of sight. Now that it was gone she wrestled against her cocoon and tore it in half to stumble out onto the ground.

On her knees she coughed. Then she vomited up an oily black substance that swirled away from her mouth and up into the roof of the cavern. She followed it with her eyes and glimpsed something beating in the center of the room. And suspended beneath it by more of those tentacles was the Black Thing, the monster that was posing as Mr Whatsit. Henry.

Holly coughed up the last of the dark cloud stuff and pushed herself to her feet. She eyed the monster, but he seemed to be in a trance. Or asleep. Something growled above her and she saw the roof pulsing like a heartbeat. She didn’t like this place. She turned in a circle and saw the other kids. They were trapped in cocoons just like hers with tentacles clamped to their mouths. She moved towards her best friend and went to tear her free. But something shifted under the organic flesh pinning her to the wall and she moaned in response. Holly suddenly grew concerned about waking her up abruptly. What if the Black Thing hurt her? What was he doing to them? Any of them?

She felt a sudden need to check herself for cuts or injuries. She remembered the monster that had attacked her in her room and almost killed her parents. She patted her self down, first making sure she still had her necklace. The figurine Mike made for her was still there. Her clothing was partially ripped in places and she had some bruising and cuts. Her head hurt too. But she was okay. Henry needed them okay.

The chamber rumbled again and Holly got scared. She remembered what Max had told her. “Find my house” she repeated, quickly finding the exit. She was told this place, the upside down, would look like Hawkins. So she just needed to find her house.

But when she got outside, it wasn’t Hawkins. She didn’t know where she was. It was a desert. A wasteland. Empty.

She ran out into the middle of nowhere and froze. What now?

She heard movement and turned back. She saw the Black Thing lower down to the ground. His eyes were staring up at her. She panicked and turned to run. But she quickly saw a crack in the dirt glowing red. She remembered the path she took to get out of Camazotz. Maybe she was still in Camazots. So she dove of the dirt, pulling up a rock to widen a hole. She climbed inside and scrambled to get away.

She realized her mistake when she entered the upside down and began falling. Plummeting. She screamed as she fell further and further, stale air whipping through her hair as floating rocks rocketed past her small frame. She saw Hawkins below hurtling towards her. There was a building directly beneath her. She freaked, thinking she was about to fall to her death. But then she was caught in mid air. Something invisible grabbed her. She hovered above the building, no longer falling. Her heart raced.

“Holly!” A voice called up. She looked down and saw her sister Nancy on the roof of the building she was above. She was staring up in disbelief. “Nancy” she shouted back desperately.

But then she was yanked upwards, back to Camazotz, back to the Black Thing. She was pulled through the hole she had crawled through and landed on the floor hard, the wind being knocked out of her. Her eyelids fell heavy as she hit her head, dazed and staring at the unnatural sky. A shadow fell over her and she blacked out.

*

Henry picked Holly Wheeler up from the floor and carried her back into the cavern. The roof pulsed relentlessly while he walked slowly to return her to where she had escaped. He cast his gaze over the other children cocooned in their spires. His master’s appendages continued their work in preparing them and linking them to the hive mind. He felt his extensions feeding his essence into her bodies while they slithered over their small frames. While he sedated their minds, his master took liberties with their flesh. And he could feel every thrust and caress and violation as the other eleven vessels became their playthings. He and his master were one, so it was as if he was toying with them himself. It felt good. It felt powerful. It felt right.

They were the apex predator and soon they would remake the world in their image.

He carried Holly back to her pillar and the wall shifted to extend it’s arms to her. They scooped her up and coiled around her body more securely, wrapping her in a new cocoon suspending her against the wall. He gazed up at her as her eyes fluttered open, the girl returning to consciousness. “Did you really think you could escape” he asked her coldly, reaching up to stroke her wet cheek. She shivered in terror.

A tentacle lowered down from the ceiling once more, his will commanding it to seek her out. She saw it coming and shook her head. It shot forward and stuck to her lower jaw, covering her mouth. She clenched her teeth and refused to let the slimy thing back in. It wouldn’t matter. Her disobedience had earned her further punishment. So more tentacles crawled up her body from the wall, circling around her slowly. He watched her eyes widen and heard her squeak when they slithered into her clothing. He felt their path along her soft flesh, around her delicate chest, up her trembling legs…

“There is no use in fighting” he told her, extending his mind just as the tentacles found her orifices and penetrated them. Holly screamed and his master plunged into her throat the moment she opened her mouth. Her whimpers were muffled as she was pumped with his essence from multiple ends, his limbs violating her body while Henry seized her mind. He lingered a moment so she could experience what was happening to her, a punishment and a warning before dragging her back into his mindscape.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she was brought back to the realm she called Camazots. But not before a tear fell down her cheek as she prayed for someone to find and rescue her. But failing that, it will be up to her to be brave. To be Holly the Heroic.

Notes:

I was hesitant to even post this one. It’s the one chapter that encapsulates much of what I try not to write. But here it is.

Don’t be surprised if this chapter mysteriously disappears in the future. Or the next few days.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of 2025 Exclusives
• Part 1 of Tales from Hawkins