Billy Hargrove and Vecna are there too

Out of the warped, twisted orgy reared a face that Mike thought he would never have seen again: Billy Hargrove.

“No way,” Mike stumbled back. There was no way that Billy could possibly have survived the Spider Monster. But judging by the former bully’s appearance he was not necessarily alive. His signature mullet was unchanged but beneath those luxurious locks were two black pits where his eyes should have been.

The window vanished into steam, unaffecting the lusty bacchanals as they kept fucking each other, window or no. Stepping over the threshold, Mike realised that Billy still towered over him, despite his growth spurt.

In fact, the Mind-Flayer’s power was growing…

Black tentacles snaked over the ground, coiling around Hargrove’s muscular frame until the vines had encased him in a living suit of slimy armour. Mike staggered back, slipping over, but the demon ignored him. Ten foot tall now, Billy Hargrove pointed at the other side of the room with a furious expression on his face. “Do you understand what we can do now, eleven? Do you see now what will befall your friends if you do not submit? I hope you do because your boyfriend’s next!”

Mike cowered as a swarm of tentacles lashed towards him. And stopped.

A shining orb of light surrounded him, with El at its centre. Unlike the others, she was still fully clothed, though the skin-tight white top she was wearing did not leave much to the imagination. Her arm outstretched, Eleven stared the Mind-Flayer down defiantly. Despite seeming unaffected by whatever brainwashing had taken hold of the others, Mike noticed that she was not completely untouched: there were white stains on her face that could only be cum. “El, what the fuck is going on?”

“They want to get into Hawkins,” she groaned. Fractures appeared all around her shaking hands, the mental shield cracking under the black limbs bludgeoning it from every side. “They haven’t got through yet: we’re in the mind-space where they can transport us into dreams.”

Mike put his head in his hands as he realised that was how he had almost been taken captive. By dozing off back in San Francisco, he had been trapped by the Upside-Down in a dream. With a chill of unease he wondered if the sexual depravity filling this nightmare was because of his subconsciousness. “The Mind-Flayer’s power must have grown if he can catch more than one of us at a time.”

El just shook her head, her breasts jiggling slightly underneath her tight, white top as her whole body strained under the pressure. “Billy didn’t do this.”

“I did,” Mike startled at a gravelly voice which sounded like someone whispering into his ear.

Another demon had appeared on the other side of the mental shield. This one was tall and pale, with a bald, skull-like head. Even more black tentacles were writhing through his body and slinking in his wake.

“One,” Eleven said sadly, as the monster’s shape shifted into a handsome youth with blonde hair. “He is Vecna now.”