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Hopper sat on a chair, tapping his foot. Joyce was sitting in the chair next to him and biting her nails, and Bob was sitting next to her with his hand on her thigh.
Though Hop's gaze was pointed in the direction of the hospital bed that Will lay on in an unconscious state, he was really just staring into space. He'd been here longer than he planned, with all this shit with Will and the hive mind connected to him escalating.
It was quiet and oddly peaceful in the hospital room, the soft sunlight filtering in through the window and giving everything a pale glow.
It was just him, Joyce, Will, Mike and Bob in the room.
But Hopper was worried. El was still back at the cabin. Hours had passed. He didn't like leaving her alone too long, in case she escaped, or someone found her there. He'd lose everything— his job, his reputation, his entire life, if anyone found out what went on in the cabin.
His blue-eyed stare shifted out of its unfocused state and fixed onto Mike. And, of course, he still had to move onto the next step of his plan. What he'd been wanting to do for months.
The thirteen year old was in a drowsy state, not having slept the last day, but remaining as loyal as a dog and sticking by his tormented friend's side. It was a little admirable, really, the devotion that someone so young had. It reminded him of his girl back at the cabin—always asking to see Mike again, never moving on from him despite her circumstances. He could assume that Mike probably missed her just as much as she missed him.
Well, they were going to see each other again. Not in the scenario that they'd probably envisioned for a reunion— but they'd see each other again, nonetheless.
The man continued staring at Mike. The boy's deep brown doe eyes, his smooth, porcelain pale skin, his freckled cheeks still soft with baby fat, his slightly tousled hair.. he remembered why he so badly wanted to do this.
And, try as he might, he couldn't see Mike as a child that needed to be cared for, as a thirteen year old boy with thoughts and feelings. He could only see a plaything, a toy to use for his own pleasure and then discard. That's often how he thought when he looked at a kid he liked— it was just the way his brain was wired.
Hopper was getting excited now. And with these thoughts in mind, he rose to his feet, clearing his throat. "I'd better be heading back, I got things to take care of at home".
Joyce looked up at him and nodded weakly, not questioning it. She'd been losing lots of sleep as well, over what was happening to her boy. Her posture was now permanently hunched, and dark eyebags stood out on her skin. Hop felt for her. It had finally seemed like Will was safe and now he was going through hell again.
He looked over at Mike. "Mike, kid. There's no need for you to be here. I'll take you home as well".
Mike instantly straightened up on his seat, brow furrowing. "What? No, I'm staying here with Will. He needs me".
"Mike, sweetie, Hop's right. You should go home. You don't need to stay here for Will, he's okay for now", Joyce spoke up softly, giving Mike a reassuring smile.
"We'll give you a ring if anything more happens with Will", Bob added.
Mike remained seated, though his resolve was obviously wavering a little now.
"Your friend's just sleeping right now, and you should be getting some rest too. Cmon, kid". Hopper stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking expectantly at Mike.
A little reluctantly, Mike rose out of his chair and, after a quick goodbye to Joyce and Bob, followed Hopper out the room.
Walking down the blue-lit, eery and long corridors of Hawkins lab, the only sound being the rhythm of their feet tapping across the tiled floors and workers occasionally passing by, Hopper could feel his heart starting to drum against his rib cage.
Of course, Hopper knew Mike vanishing would be a far bigger deal than El, since hardly anybody had even known about her existence, and most who did believed she was dead. Mike on the other hand, would be another missing child case, disappearing just under a year after Will Byers and shocking the little town of Hawkins yet again. Everyone would be out looking for him. Hopper also knew that he'd be the last person seen with Mike.
But he had it planned.
It was going to be the last night alive for him and El. He'd have his fun with them today, and then shoot and dispose of their bodies somewhere no one would find them. He'd have to do all that before Mike was reported missing and investigators came looking around Hopper's cabin. He'd simply tell everyone that he dropped Mike off just down the street from his house and then drove off without actually seeing him go inside.
Sure, it'd sound convenient and suspicious, but he was the chief of police. He helped save a missing child last year. He's the last person you'd suspect to do this. He'd get away with it, even if some might be sceptical at first.
Hopper had been moving in autopilot for the last few minutes, his feet having a mind of their own as they led him down staircases and narrow hallways and various twists and turns. And so, his pupils dilated a little in surprise when sudden cold air hit his face as he stepped out the main exit. He shook his head. "Cars just over here, kid. I'll drop you off at the end of Maple Street, that alright?".
Mike nodded, glancing back at the hospital with a worried look in his eyes as the two of them clambered into the police cruiser, doors slamming shut behind them. The air in the vehicle was crisp, and had an undertone of cigarette smoke in it, as always.
The boy looked at Hop as he started up the car. "I just.. I just hope Will is gonna be alright", he piped up, not making eye contact with the police chief and fidgeting with his hands.
Hopper reached across and placed a hand on the kid's shoulder. The touch was a simple gesture, but nonetheless his palms instantly started sweating, and he was resisting the urge to tighten his grip painfully on Mike, to force him down right now. But he didn't. He had to wait.
"I know, kid, I know. He'll be okay." He gave Mike's shoulder a reassuring pat before moving away and putting both hands on the wheel, driving out the parking lot.
Hopper hoped Mike didn't notice that he was clutching the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white.
A few minutes elapsed and now he was turning onto Maple Street and driving down through the rows of large, affluent houses. And when he drove straight past where he'd said he was going to drop Mike off, he knew the kid was going to have an inevitable reaction.
Mike sat in silence for a minute or so, not noticing at first. Then he looked out the window and frowned, sitting up. "Uh— chief, you passed Maple Street".
Hopper said nothing and kept his eyes on the road. He pinched his brows close together.
"Hopper? Hello?", Mike asked. His voice had a confused and slightly agitated edge to it already. Hopper kept driving further, speeding up, and then finally turned and looked at Mike.
The boy looked angry. "What are you doing? Turn back, you've passed my house!".
"You're coming back to my cabin", Hopper stated simply, before turning his head back around. The road was becoming narrower, now a thin gravel track leading into the woods.
"What? What do you mean? What's going on? Chief!", Mike protested, shifting about on his seat, eyes darting around warily. "I can't go back to your cabin, I have to be home. And why do you even need me there anyways?".
"Oh, you're not going home", said Hopper. His voice came out flat and cold.
"What?". Mike was now in obvious distress. "I have to go home, my parents will already be wondering where I am".
"You won't be seeing your parents again. You're all mine now." The chief swiped his tongue across his lips and looked at Mike with a sick expression, grinning ever so slightly. His icy blue gaze, which was normally stoic and grim, now had a strange gleam to it— like a predator, looking at its prey.
Mike shrunk back, eyes widening fearfully, and seeing that frightened and meek expression on his face instantly gave Hopper a hard on.
"Huh?". Mike's voice was barely a whisper. "You're freaking me out. Chief, let me go home, seriously!".
He pulled into the driveway of the cabin. It didn't seem like anything had changed. His little El, who he'd picked up in the woods some months ago, so vulnerable and alone, the perfect child for him to take, would still be inside. He had been using her for a while now.
Hopper shifted around to face Mike. He knew the boy was going to try and run the second he opened the door, so he reached over and clamped a firm hand around his neck. Mike's panicked eyes widened into saucers and he struggled, legs thrashing as he was choked.
Hopper kept pressing onto his throat hard, cutting off all airflow until he could see the strength leaving the child's body, his eyelids drooping. Then, he let go, letting Mike flop over limply, wheezing and gasping for breath. He was easily able to pick Mike up by the hood of the navy zip up he was wearing and drag him out the car. Mike made some weak attempts to struggle as he was hauled across the pine needle covered soil, but he was still disoriented from being strangled.
Hopper unlocked and then pushed open the heavy oak door one handed. Instantly, the stench of blood and fluids that permanently lingered in the air due to his months with El hit the both of them. Hop was damn lucky he never had anyone over— apart from now, of course.
He dumped Mike on the wooden floorboards and then twisted the lock of his door shut.
"What the hell?! You're insane!", Mike gasped, trying to get up. Hopper kicked him hard in the side, making him collapse again. He delivered a couple more tough kicks with his heavy boot, enjoying having Mike twitching and yelping in pain at his feet.
El was probably hearing the commotion from her room, if she was awake. He wondered if seeing Mike would give her any surge of fighting spirit. She'd tried to use her powers a couple times on him near the start, but he was sure he'd drilled all the strength out of her now. Breaking her down over time. Convincing her that she'd die if she left, that staying here was her only option. Raping and hitting her until the strength and determination in her left her body. And the impressionable young girl, who knew next to nothing about the outside world, had eventually accepted her new life.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to manipulate Mike in the same way. But he didn't need to. He could just force it.
He reached down and grabbed Mike's soft black hair, gathering a fist of it into his hand. He then yanked on it and started dragging him across the floor, making the boy hiss in pain and squirm about. "You won't get away with this you bastard! You'll get caught!", he screamed as he was taken through to Hopper's bedroom and thrown onto the rickety old bed. Hopper kicked his shoes off. The bed's springs squeaked as Mike's weight, followed by Hopper's much larger self, weighed down on the mattress.
He used his large hands to straighten Mike's kicking legs out and hold him in place as he reached down and undressed him. It took a great deal of effort to get his clothes off and thrown on the floor, because the kid was fighting like a wild animal, sobbing and begging him to stop.
But after a minute or so of struggle, all that was left were Mike's underpants— the tight dinosaur themed briefs he was wearing . He yanked them down to the child's ankles, pulled them off, and tossed them onto the bedroom floor, where all his other clothes were strewn about. Mike's small hands instantly went to cover his dick, so Hop whacked them away and took a look. The little boy's member was small and mainly smooth and perfect, apart from a tiny few hairs at the base. It was the same soft, pale colour as his skin, with a pretty pink tip. Flaccid right now, it was about three inches.
"Hopper, please..", Mike choked out.
Hopper gave the boy's cock a little squeeze, making him gasp in pain, before flipping Mike over onto his stomach and pressing him down. He had a nice little ass, not particularly big or fat, but soft and plush. He held both of Mike's wrists down with each of his hands, and got on top of him, briefly using one hand to pull down his pants and underwear before returning it to where it was holding Mike down. His huge, throbbing member sprang out, the tip red and moist with precum. He wasn't going to use lube or do any stretching beforehand— he wanted to rip Mike apart.
Mike was trying to escape from beneath him. "Please, get off me! Please!", he howled.
Breathing heavily, Hop lined himself up, shifting his weight so more of it was pressing down on Mike. Then, he pushed in. He went as fast as he could, tearing through the virgin walls, but it was fucking tight.
Mike let out a throaty whine, wriggling beneath him, and he wrapped his hand around the kid's throat, strangling him again to drown out his cries. As he pushed through the initial tightness and dry, painful feeling, it became easier for him, his penis now slick with blood from tearing skin inside the boy during the painful violation.
He thrusted faster now that it was more slippery, panting and mumbling to himself in bliss, his massive length making Mike sob in pain each time it was pushed in and out. As it became more and more pleasurable for Hopper, now feeling warm and wet and tingly, his grip tightened on Mike's throat and soon the tween was being full on choked, his bare chest pressed against the mattress, desperately trying to heave in air.
Hopper could feel the boy getting weaker, though he continued to shudder and squirm in pain as he was pounded into repeatedly. After a couple more moments of euphoria, he pulled out of his ass, his still erect penis coated in a thin layer of blood and various other fluids.
Grunting, he released his choking grip and flipped the thirteen year old around, revealing that he'd fainted from the lack of oxygen, eyes closed and cheeks red and tear stained. His throat had swollen purple-blue marks on it. Seeing this made Hopper aroused and he discarded his police jacket and uniform so that he too was completely stripped. He climbed up and sat over Mike's chest, his knees on either side of the boy's arms.
The man grabbed at his dick and jerked himself off, moaning and panting like he was in heaven while masturbating in Mike's face. It didn't take long for him to shoot thick white seed, most of it dripping down and glazing his shaft, though some splattered across the tweens cheeks. He noticed Mike starting to come back a little, his chest just barely rising up and down as he coughed and tried to suck in some air. Seeing this, Hopper sat up, propped Mike's head against a pillow and then shoved his penis between his slightly parted lips, pushing in and raping the barley conscious boy in the mouth before he got a chance to properly breathe.
Mike coughed and sputtered and choked, his eyes squeezed shut and his small, trembling hands waving about frantically. Hopper wove his fingers through the child's slightly curly black hair and pressed down on his head, forcing him to have all nine inches down his throat. The boy's lips tore a little at the corners from taking it all, and his breaths were coming in frantic, shaky heaves as he struggled to get air in. His nose was buried in Hopper's thick, dark pubes and he was probably close to passing out again.
Hopper pulled out just before he could, making a lewd popping noise, and came in thick ropes all down Mike's throat. Mike gagged and immediately attempted to empty his mouth, his eyes shooting wide open again. Hopper clapped a hand over his mouth, forcing him not to spit any out. He watched Mike's throat bob as he swallowed the hot semen, and the chief smiled in satisfaction, though Mike looked like he wanted to be sick.
Hopper took his hand away and Mike gasped, wheezing for breath. Another sob racked the boy's body. "Please just let me go.. I- I won't even tell anyone, just please, no more!", he blubbered pathetically.
His words went right through the chief. He didn't feel any sympathy— he couldn't find it in his heart to feel guilty for doing something that felt so good. Hopper hummed and reached over to a bedside cabinet, sliding one the drawers open and shuffling through it until he picked out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. In the time he'd taken to do that, Mike had pushed himself up and was trying to crawl away.
Hopper easily wrapped his arm around his slim waist and pulled him back, holding him in place against the pillow. He grabbed three cigarettes and forced them into Mike's mouth, before flicking the lighter and lighting them all up. Mike gave a chesty cough, spluttering and wheezing as he was forced to smoke the cigarettes, obviously too afraid to spit them out. He had a glassy, far away look in his half-lidded, tearful eyes— he barely seemed to be processing what was happening.
Hopper enjoyed watching him suffer, and ignited the lighter again, hovering it over Mike's torso and burning him below his left rib. Mike squirmed, hissing in pain through the cigarettes he had stuffed in his mouth as the chief moved the lighter across his body, burning his skin in various parts until small spots were charred black.
Hopper inhaled the billows of smoke coming from the cigarettes, and breathed in the scent of burnt flesh. He felt like he might be able to ejcaculate again. He decided that now it was time to bring both his playthings together.
He reached in and pulled out the cigarettes from Mike's mouth. Mike instantly coughed out a cloud of smoke and started wheezing for breath. Hopper pressed the cigarettes down on the raven haired boy's arm to put them out, making him shudder and let out a delicious whimper.
Once the cigarettes were put out, he tossed them aside and grabbed Mike's hair once again, flipping him around to face the wall. With swift force, he pulled him back and then slammed his head into the bed's headboard repeatedly as he produced raspy cries of pain and shock. Eventually, he went limp in his grasp, his eyes half-shut and some blood trickling from a gash in his forehead.
Hopper easily moved him like this, dragging him out of his room and over to El's room, pushing open the familiar wooden door. El was sitting on her bedroom floor and trembling, eyes bloodshot. She froze entirely as Hopper entered the room clutching the beaten up Mike by the hair.
"Brought you a friend", Hopper said with a grin, dumping Mike on the rug— which already had blood and fluids stained into its fabric— in the middle of the room.
"Mike..", El breathed out, her voice hardly audible. She was shaking even more violently now as she looked at the state of him in horror, her eyes filling with tears.
"Undress", Hopper commanded in a cold tone.
El looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment, and then slowly obliged, sniffling while stripping herself. Mike had hoisted himself onto all fours on the rug though his limbs were trembling and his head continued to bleed.
"Eleven.. ?..", he croaked.
"I found her in the woods and brought her home months ago", Hopper said nonchalantly.
Wobbling, Mike raised his head and gazed at El, appearing to be taking in the bruises and cigarette burns on her body for a moment before speaking. "You're.. a monster..", he huffed out. "You'll be caught"..
"Eleven, come here", Hopper beckoned.
Whimpering and getting choked up, the small curly haired girl crawled over. Mike and El instantly grabbed onto each other, both of their flush naked bodies pressed close as they embraced. It wasn't a sweet embrace of course, as they were both scared out of their minds.
"Fuck each other", Hopper commanded.
They both stared at him in bewilderment. El didn't even seem to understand. Though she'd been fucked, she'd never been taught what that word was slang for. In all honesty, she'd never been taught anything at all in her time at the cabin.
"I have a gun. Mike, I know you understand what I'm asking you to do. Do it".
Mike swallowed, quivering, and turned to El. "El.. I-I have to do this to you.. I'll try not to make it hurt." His shaky hands reached over and spread apart her legs. She didn't fight back as he awkwardly got into position, clearly having no idea what to do. Slowly, he inserted his penis between her folds. Hopper noted that his face instantly flushed a little, as this was pleasurable for the boy despite how frightened and disturbed he was feeling.
However, Mike had no erection, and couldn't really start penetrating at all. Hopper leaned over and placed a firm hand on his back. He pushed on him, forcing him to start rocking back and forth. Eventually, the friction built up and his dick got hard. Mike tried to be slow and gentle, putting his hands on El's hips and pushing in and out in a sloppy, blatantly inexperienced way.
Both of them were crying while doing this together, only looking at each other and not at Hopper, who was jerking off to the sight of the two thirteen year olds having sex.
The wet slapping noises of Mike hastily thrusting in and out, whispering and apologising quietly while Eleven produced soft whimpers and moans, made him feel ravenous.
"Alright, stop now". he grunted, and Mike instantly pulled out, making El let out a shaky gasp. Hopper towered over the two children, who had both turned to face him.
He then proceeded to walk out the room and close the door behind him, leaving the two alone.
Mike and El sat there, panting in silence. They looked at each other with tear-filled eyes that conveyed a million emotions at once.
Before they could exchange any meaningful words the chief entered the room again, holding a gun.
They both turned to look and gawked at the sight of the firearm, cowering away. Without warning, Hopper held up the gun, aiming it right at Eleven's face, and then pressed his sweaty thumb down on the trigger. The bullet shot out with a bang and struck her right in the mouth, making her jerk back and collapse onto the floor staring at the ceiling. Blood spurted up into the air as this happened. Mike screamed in pure horror, scrambling away by instinct.
Hopper, still holding the gun, marched towards the little girl, reached down, and grabbed her by the shoulder, hoisting her onto her knees. Her mouth and most of her jaw was burst open, a fleshy mess. She was still alive, though barely. She attempted to scream, though all that she could produce was a wet, muted gurgling noise. It was truly horrifying, and Mike was watching, traumatised, unable to look away.
Hopper shoved his dick into the young teen's split open mouth, moaning in pleasure as he felt his length being coated in warm, thick blood. He pushed his tip all the way to the back of her mutilated jaw, feeling his penis scrape against loose teeth that were now randomly scattered around the hole in her face. El shuddered in his grip, and he heard blood bubbling in her throat as she attempted to make a sound. The wound was easy to penetrate, since his shaft was already wet and the flesh was very slippery.
As he began to thrust in and out, El's eyes rolled back and she went limp. Hopper didn't care, and continued to thrust into her lifeless body's face wound like she was merely a toy. It was incredibly warm and gooey and so slippery, the perfect fleshlight— one literally made of flesh.
He heard Mike throwing up, and the rancid odour of vomit mixed in with the metallic scent of blood. He was aware of gore and scarlet liquid pooling onto the floor as well. He had a lot of cleaning up to do after this— and he ought to throw away that rug.
Balls slapping against the meat and tissue, he kept pounding in so hard that he loosened more flesh, her lower face starting to fall apart and cave in more and more with each rough penetration. He gritted his teeth and came, ribbons of white semen filling up the gaping hole in her jaw and mixing together with all the blood to make a repulsive pinkish substance.
He pulled out and let go of her. Now that she was no longer being held upright, she collapsed back onto the floor, and her caved in, crimson mess of a jaw started spewing the vile cum-blood mixture onto the rug.
He turned to Mike, who was crouched over his own pool of vomit, staring at him in pure disbelief and terror, shaking violently as tears streamed down his cheeks. Hopper made his way over to the traumatised child and cupped his face in his large bear paw hands, before sticking his dick into the kids agape mouth. This time he pushed it in slowly, enjoying the feeling of the wet tingling spreading across his gore-coated cock gradually.
Mike instantly started retching, though nothing came up until the tip hit the back of his throat. Hop paid no mind to the thin stream of bile that came up and dribbled down the young boy's chin. His wails were muffled, but he obviously wanted to get his mouth off Hopper's dick. Of course— he was getting all the blood and flesh from Eleven in his mouth.
Hopper rocked his hips and moved his dick around, rubbing it against Mike's gums and teeth so that he had to taste it all. Hop thoroughly enjoyed tormenting the little boy like this. Mike heaved again, weeping, but there was nothing left to throw up, so all he could do was gag and choke and sob uselessly, trying desperately to pull back but being held in place.
After doing this for a minute or so, Hopper ejaculated. It was just a few small sputters of the white liquid, since he'd already came so many times today. He removed his penis from Mike's mouth and took a step back, not bothering to make sure he swallowed. As soon as he no longer had his mouth stuffed with a dick, Mike choked up saliva, flesh, blood, bile and cum, and continued trying to spit out more even when it was all gone. He bawled, completely breaking down, hiccuping and groaning between pure sobs of disgust and misery.
And Hopper figured it was about time to put him out of that misery.
He was still holding the gun. He slowly raised it again and pointed it at Mike's forehead. And Mike didn't try to get away. Instead, he shuffled forward on his knees and leaned in, pressing his head against the muzzle of the gun. He wanted to die. Well, so be it. Hopper pulled the trigger, a loud bang went off, and the bullet blew open Mike's brains.
The young boy collapsed onto his side and gave a little twitch before dying, his eyes fluttering shut. Crimson instantly began to pool around his head.
Hopper calmly walked over to El's bedside cabinet and set the gun down. Then, he turned around and looked at the state of pure disarray that El's room was in.
Two dead children whose bodies he would need to hide, and blood, cum, vomit and various other indistinguishable fluids everywhere. Oh, and it stank to high heaven. Or high hell he should say, since that's where was heading.
Well, he'd better get to tidying up right away.