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Authors name: Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)
Story title : Millennium Party
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Millennium Party (FF, voy, reluc, alcohol, 1st)
By Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)
***
Nicole Bramwell-Douglas had never wanted for anything.
She lived with her two doting parents in a large detached
house in a picturesque village in Surrey, England.
Attendance at one of the many local private schools was
the done thing. Her image of the world was very much
molded by her school and her parents. The recent
'troubles' which had began to erupt on New Year's Eve
1999 were seen collectively as 'rent-a-mob' encouraged by
political extremists. The invasion of her sleepover by
self-styled teen-anarchists would soon change her view on
the world...
***
Nicole Bramwell-Douglas had never wanted for anything.
She lived with her two doting parents in a large detached
house in a picturesque village in Surrey, England.
Attendance at one of the many local private schools was
the done thing. Poverty or suffering was only something
seen on the news or glanced at in her father's newspaper.
Her image of the world was very much molded by her school
and her parents. The recent 'troubles' which had began to
erupt on New Year's Eve 1999 were seen collectively as
'rent-a-mob' encouraged by political extremists.
As the recent troubles had, in the main, focused in large
cities such as London, Manchester and Liverpool there
seemed little to worry about. That was until Friday 3rd
March 2000 when Nicole's life would change forever. The
day started for the teenager at 7:30am when she arose to
find the house in darkness due to a power failure. Her
mother was flapping trying to find the candles, whilst
Nicole gazed in to her bedroom mirror trying to brush her
hair in the half-light. After a hurried breakfast of
cornflakes she was driven to school. Once dropped of she
reminded her mother that her friend Samantha was
sleeping-over and that her mum would be bringing them
home.
The power cut had not affected the school, which rather
depressed Nicole and her classmates. A day off from the
strict regime was always welcome but that was not to be.
The school day went quickly and Samantha and Nicole
waited at the school gate for their lift. They were not
waiting long before Mrs. Pendleburry cruised up in the
navy blue BMW. The two girls got in to the back and put
on the seatbelts. They exchanged pleasantries about the
school day with the doting parent. After a twenty-minute
drive they were at the large black gates of Nicole's
home. They stepped out of the car remembering to thank
Mrs. Pendlebury for the lift and waved goodbye as the
impressive car disappeared from view.
The light in the hall did not work. They noticed a large
torch on the table along with a note. It was light enough
for Nicole to read it. The message was from her mum. Her
father's car had been vandalised so she was going to
collect him from his London office. They then made their
way upstairs to get changed. It was the rule that school
clothes had to be removed once home to prevent them from
becoming damaged.
Nicole very rarely challenged any of her parent's rules
or that of her school. She was soon wearing something
more comfortable, trainers, jeans and a sweatshirt.
Samantha disappeared into to the bathroom for long soak
in the luxurious sunken bath. The radio beside her bed
fortunately also worked off batteries and she spent an
hour or so signing along to various hits. The news at
6:00pm sounded as awful as ever with news of yobbos
rioting around the country.
It was now time to eat so she took the torch from her
bedside and began to make her way down stairs. She would
prepare some sandwiches for when Samantha had finished
her bath. As she rounded the corner of the staircase she
noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. Hurriedly
she moved towards it and closed it. Her dad would be
furious if he found it open.
*
Instinctively she looked down at her watch, '18.06,' she
said to herself. Making her way to the kitchen she
thought she heard a noise. Occasionally next door's cat
got herself shut in and thus thinking nothing of it she
walked a little quicker towards the kitchen. Stepping
inside she shone the torch around the floor calling the
cat. Nicole then shrieked as the torch beam highlighted a
pair of dirty boots. The torch fell to the floor and she
was aware of a number of figures within the room.
Before she could let out another noise hands grabbed her,
one finding its way across her mouth. 'Shut up you little
bitch,' ordered one of her captors. Nicole was relieved
that the voice was female. Her mother had always told her
that it was men that were responsible for all the world's
troubles. She reasoned that if they were women she would
come to no real harm. One of the others had now picked up
the torch.
Most of the gang had let go of her apart from one who
held her arms firmly behind her back. The torch was then
shone in her face whilst the woman held her jaw
preventing her from moving her head. 'Mummy and daddy
very rich?' she questioned. Nicole tried to gaze beyond
the light and attempted to answer. 'What lovely clothes
you have!' said a young male voice. Nicole wanted to
reply and reason with them but the firm hand on her chin
prevented her from doing so.
Samantha meanwhile had heard the noise a quested
something was amiss. She had hurriedly towelled herself
down and put back on her school clothes. Quickly she left
the bathroom and disappeared in to one of the large
rooms. Samantha was a little more worldly wise than
Nicole and figured that not investigating a noise was the
best thing to do. Like her friend she had never come
across poverty and had never wanted for anything.
Nothing in her closeted life could have prepared her for
this. For the first time in her life she realised that
she might be in real danger. The thought gave her a
feeling of fear but also of excitement. She craved the
romantic and the dark room made her feel like she was on
the set of a horror movie. Somehow, simply she felt that
she could now cope.
A couple of the others had discovered the candles dotted
around the kitchen and were busy lighting them. Once
lighted they left the room making their away in to the
rest of the house. They then let go of her and the
remaining youths spoke asking her more polite questions.
Nicole realised she was alone with just three young
women. They asked about her bedroom and what it was like
and about her favourite music. Nicole answered and the
youths sniggered.
'Lets see your room then!' said one of them as she took
her by the arm. With torch in hand the four of them made
their way up stairs and entered the bedroom. Immediately
they began looking into the large fitted wardrobe, whilst
Nicole looked on.
They took out a number of items. One girl held the torch
whilst the other two pretended to be fashion models,
mocking the dresses as they held them up to themselves.
Samantha could hear the commotion from her hiding place
next door. She was now lying on the floor with her ear
pressed up against the wall straining to hear what was
being said.
Nicole's bedroom door opened and one of the boys handed
over a couple of bottles of drink, Nicole recognised the
as her fathers favourite red wine. The boy left and the
girls started to drink them straight from the bottles.
Shining the torch at the label one shouted, 'Fucking hell
it's 12.5%, were soon be pissed!'
The drink did not take long to take effect and their
behaviour became more outrageous. Nicole just sat on the
bed keeping quite hiding behind her long auburn hair.
Around the house she could here noise as various items of
crockery and ornaments were being thrown around. She
reasoned that these must be the yoobo's that she had
heard her parents talk of. Nicole tried to get a glance
at her watch it appeared to say 19.41 but she wasn't
sure. It would not be long before her parents arrived
home and everything would return to normal.
The girls were now removing their tattered clothing and
attempting to try on Nicole's dresses and skirts. Two of
the captors were about her size and thus could easily fit
into her size 10 petite clothing. The other was a good
size bigger and thus unable to squeeze in to most of her
outfits.
'That sweatshirt would fit me!' the larger girl said
shinning the torch at Nicole's chest. She ordered the
girl to give it to her. Reluctantly Nicole obeyed taking
it off and then reaching for her nightly to cover her
bra.
'Don't be shy.' Said the girl and pulled the nightwear
from her. Nicole sat there a little longer pleased that
she was being ignored. The girls had now all found things
that fitted and left the room to show the rest of the
gang. Nicole reached for one of the discarded t-shirts
and put it on.
One the girls returned and Nicole recognised her voice as
the one who first spoke to her. The young woman though
drunk spoke clearly and articulately. She gave Nicole a
lecture in political matters. Whilst Nicole did not fully
understand all of it she got the general idea. These
self-styled anarchists hated everything her parents stood
for.
The woman told of their hypocrisy and about people
starving and suffering. She also informed her that whilst
they didn't blame her they did blame the older
generation. After some hour or so of friendly but firm
indoctrination it was clear to Nicole that she had
choice, follow the old ways or the new.
Nicole felt that she could now talk. The other two girls
had now returned and she began telling them all about her
parent's stupid rules and how she believed in justice and
freedom. She had of course learnt about democracy and the
abolition of slavery at school. Now she had discovered
that similar injustices were taking place today and she
had to act. As she had finished her speech one of the
boys stumbled in to the room.
'Hey, look at this!' he announced. He began to hold
letters and photographs up to the torch. One of the girls
began reading out a love letter. It became clear that it
was to her father. Romantically Nicole thought that it
was from her mother. But as the letter continued it was
from his lover. The boy explained that he found them
hidden in the large desk in the office. Nicole's father
always kept it locked; it was now clear why he did.
Samantha continued to listen in. It was better than any
Soap. She was shocked at the revelations and pondered how
everything might end.
'This is just another example of the hypocrisy in this
country!' announced one of the girls. Nicole agreed in
her mind. All those lectures about family values and
purity ran through her mind. The boy left leaving some of
the lets scattered on the floor. The young woman
befriended her and placed her arm around her shoulder.
After a few moments Nicole spoke. 'I wish to break away
from all these lies and start a new life.'
She then continued, 'What should I do?' The girl and her
were once again on their own. 'Think of everything they
have told you and one by one reject those values. Think
of every rule and if you cant think of a good reason for
it break it!' With that she got up and left, leaving a
burning candle on the dressing table.
Nicole thought about everything. She hated her school
uniform and her school. She took hold of her school bag
and emptied it on the floor. She took out her math
exercise book and symbolically tore it up. She caught
sight of herself in the mirror. How she hated her long
hair, the times she had asked to have it cut shorter. In
a flash she reached for the scissors and bravely began
hacking at it.
It about ten minutes it lay on the floor and she
supported a punish crop. She then remembered the
beautiful red party dress that her aunty had given her
last summer. Her mother had forbidden her to wear it as
it was 'too tarty' for a young girl. The problem for her
mother being that it had split up both side to the thigh
and was backless. The problem of unsuitable underwear, or
lack of it had been mentioned and the matter never
discussed again. She did not give Samantha more than a
passing thought.
Presuming that she was either hiding or talking with
other members of the gang. From the distant noises
Samantha realised that the gang had moved downstairs, but
she would not risk moving out of the room just yet.
Hurriedly, Nicole took off her t-shirt and bra and found
the offending dress at the rear of the wardrobe still in
its cover. She slipped it on and stood on tiptoes so as
to see it in her mirror. She then slipped of her trainers
and jeans and stood on a chair. The split revelled her
white boring knickers. She tried to pull them up higher
but that did not work.
There was only one thing for it, remove them. She did so
assertively and them kicked them across the room. Filled
with new confidence she walked out of her room toward the
noise downstairs. As she turned the corner of the
stairwell the torchlight fell upon her. She was greeted
by wolf whistles and clapping. She smiled and said thank
you. They took it in turns to kiss her on the cheek
before they retired to the lounge.
Samantha ceased the opportunity and crept towards the
door. She listed at it before gently turning the handle.
A stream of dim candlelight from Nicole's room lit the
hallway, whilst flickers of light came up the stairwell
from the ground floor. She edged quietly across the
carpeted floor in her bare feet holding on to her pleated
tartan skirt so that it would not rustle. The mood down
stairs sounded friendly but she could not risk being
discovered just in case things got unpleasant. Her
confidence started to grow and thus she began to decent
the stars one by one listening as she went. Soon she was
downstairs just a few steps away from the front door and
lounge. She realised that she could get away if only she
could make it to the door. A few breathless steps and she
made it.
She turned at the large brass doorknob and to her
disappointment it did not budge. A noise from the room
nearby of a bottle being dropped made her startle. Moving
speedily she entered the room beside the lounge. She
noticed a fabric hanging highlighted by the strong
moonlight pouring in through the large windows opposite.
This would be a good vantage point to listen in she
reasoned.
Samantha walked the short distance to the hanging and
carefully pulled it aside. It was then she remembered the
New Year's Party and that this was the doorway leading
into the lounge. There was no door but rather a curtain
in front of her. This explained why the voices sounded so
loud. Samantha carefully positioned herself. Not only
could she hear what was going on but also now she could
see thanks to the small chink in the curtains.
Nicole sat on the large sofa, facing Samantha, and was
soon joined by two of the girls. Everyone seemed to have
a bottle or can of drink except her. This was soon
reminded and she was handed a bottle of white wine. She
had drunk it before but never in such an unladylike way.
Within a short while she had drunk a large amount and was
clearly drunk. She stood to her feet and the torch once
again feel on her. The radio brought from her room played
dance music and she attempted to dance. The other girls
joined in too. One of them began removing the black shirt
she had 'borrowed' from Nicole.
'It's only fair that I give this back to you.' She said
as she fumbled with the buttons. The other two started to
follow suite. 'Off with the rags of imperialism and
hypocrisy' came the slurred cry of one of them.
'Put the light on me!' shouted one of the girls. One of
the crowd obliged. She began to hum the tune to The
Stripper and the others joined in. She began to gyrate
and slowly allow the borrowed dress to fall off one
shoulder and then the other. She held it up at the front
provincially for a few moments and danced around the
room. Then hands removed it feel revelling her small but
pert breasts for all to see.
A quick wiggle and it was over her hips. Another and it
fell revelling her bare bottom and mound for all to see.
She stepped out of the dress and stood in front of one of
the boys. With her legs open she stood gyrating in front
of him. Nicole had once seen a late night movie were a
woman had done this only wearing a g-string. With that
the other young women started to yank off their remaining
items. In a few short moment s they were naked.
Nicole had watched the whole thing and was amazed and
somewhat aroused. Nudity was another house rule the fact
that naked people were now dancing in the lounge was
strangely exiting and outrageous. Samantha found it
difficult to not make any noise. The shock at seeing her
friend wearing a tarty dress and having short punky hair
was bad enough.
She almost gave out a load gulp at the sight of the girl
baring her breasts. She knew she shouldn't watch such
dirty things but could not tear her eyes away. What would
her parents say!
*
The alcohol and the excitement was all getting a bit too
much for Nicole and she left the room to find her way to
the kitchen to get a drink. On opening the large fridge
and found an opened cartoon of orange juice and drank the
contents straight from the container.
Samantha realised she might have a chance of intercepting
Nicole outside of the room. Carefully she moved from her
concealed position and walked towards the hallway. The
click of fridge door confirmed that she was in the
kitchen. What neither friends had realised was that girls
had followed Nicole, and was thus she was a little
startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She giggled and spoke, 'Aren't I naughty I'm drinking
this from the carton not a glass!'
'We think you would like to be even more naughty than
that!' responded the leading girl.
Nicole could just make out her face and thought it looked
angelic. 'Mmmmm' said Nicole. 'I want to be very naughty
indeed!' She threw her arms in the air and swirled
drunkenly around.
Samantha thought it still wise to be careful and decided
to approach the kitchen from the Dinning Room entrance
next door. The recent New Year's Party had helped her
familiarise herself with the layout of the house. Once
inside she viewed Nicole's drunken spectacle and the tail
end of the conversation through the ajar serving hatch.
Again she had difficultly not exclaiming and placed her
hand over her mouth. Despite the partial light she could
clearly see the three naked women surrounding her drunken
friend. They were helping her sit on the edge of the
large kitchen table. The conversation seemed banal with
constant slurred references to 'naughtiness' by all
concerned.
Samantha vision was blocked by two of the naked women who
appeared to holding Nicole's feet as she lay back on the
table. The remaining one seemed to be at the top of the
table holding her wrists. Nicole was not complaining only
giggling. Her friend presumed that they were being caring
and preventing her from injuring herself. She stained her
eyes trying to see more.
At this point the two women parted. Samantha quickly re-
focused only to see her friend's legs being raised and
opened. The two women made themselves along the side of
the table until level with Nicole's waist. Still she did
not complain despite the fact that her dress was raised
and that her tiny red knickers could be seen. 'How
unladylike!' thought Samantha to herself.
Despite her indignation she could not help her
voyeuristic tendency to look. The remaining girl walked
in to view and once again blocked her vision. She seemed
to be fumbling about and Nicole was now giggling 'Stop...
Stop... as though she was being tickled. The girl lowered
herself so that her face was on the table. Samantha then
got the shock of her life! Nicole's knickers were gone!
Samantha collected her thoughts and continued staring at
the scene in front of her. 'I can see her bare fanny!'
was the only thought to enter in to her mind.
However, what she could now see was even worse. The young
woman prostrate on the table was gently caressing the
exposed pubic area. The few mousy wispy hairs were being
tenderly stroked. Samantha felt a strange feeling in her
tummy that she had never felt before. She felt her
nipples stiffen and a strange wetness damped her school
knickers.
As much as she felt she should not watch she could not
avert her gaze. She looked on as the giggling subsided
and were replaced by gentle moans of pleasure. The cries
of delight were greatly increased as Samantha witnessed
the woman's tongue licking at the cleft amidst the wispy
hair.
Whilst she had been paying attention to her friend's
stimulation she had failed to notice that the other two
women had pulled the dress down. Samantha's attention was
drawn to this fact when the woman in front of her ceased
her activities so that Nicole could be sat up on the
table. She wondered why Nicole's small pert small breasts
glistened in the moonlight.
It became obvious when the two women began sucking,
licking and kissing them. Nicole leant back on her arms
with her eyes closed and appeared to be enjoying the
sensation. She was then repositioned knelling on the
table. Her bottom was facing Samantha and her legs were
opened. She then rested her chest on the table. Samantha
obtained the best view yet.
She could clearly see her glistening opening and her
anus. Then the other two women took their turn in
pleasuring the young girl. She looked on eagerly as
fingers gently entered the virgin's opening. Each woman
in turn licking her and then inserting her small finger.
The final woman taking al little longer and moving her
digit in and out of the eager and willing teenager.
Samantha to her disgust realised that she was
involuntarily rubbing on of her breasts with the flat of
her hand. She hurriedly stopped leaving her nipples
pushing hard against her bra. Movement in the kitchen
brought her to senses. Nicole had discarded her dress and
was naked standing on the floor and appeared a little
more sober. The women were now sitting along one side of
the table their feet resting on the edge and legs wide
open.
Samantha wondered why they were doing so. She did not
have to wait long to find out. Nicole was being
instructed on how to pleasure them as they had done to
her. One by one she moved along the line obeying their
gentle and individual requests. Whilst they waited they
prepared themselves, rubbing first gently and then
vigorously between their legs.
Samantha could not see very much from her position she
fully understood what was happening. Instinctively she
allowed her hand to feel herself through her skirt. She
knew it was dirty but who would know she reasoned. The
fabric of the tartan skirt made it difficult to pleasure
herself. On a couple of occasions she had touched herself
there through her knickers.
Once upstairs on an empty bus her underwear was cutting
in to her. She had rubbed herself gently and discreetly
hoping to prevent the annoyance. To her shame she had
rubbed herself for about five minutes until the bus
stopped and some more passengers got on. The other
occasion was after games at school. She had showered
after everyone else as she had been asked to help the
teacher carry some books over to a classroom.
Whilst towelling herself in the corner of empty changing
room she spent a little too long 'dying' herself. On that
occasion she was only brought to her senses by the school
bell. Samantha had not told anyone of these experiences.
But now she wanted stimulation as never before. She moved
away from the serving hatch and lay against one of the
walls. If she was quick, no one would know she thought.
Hurriedly she unfastened the skirt and carefully removed
it so as to prevent any rustling noise that the garment
was prone too. She opened her legs and stoked her opening
through the now damp knickers. She was reminded again of
the after shower experience where she had stood rubbing
herself gently with the soft white towel. Harder and
harder she pleasured herself. Images of what she had
witnessed flowed in to her mind.
She wanted to be seduced just like her friend. Anyone
would do right now. She would not resist. If only all the
boys from across the hall would come in now. She
fanaticised about them grabbing her. Ripping her clothing
from her body. Kissing her every ware.
To her shame she also pictured her friend licking her and
all the women. Yes, she would lick them too if only she
could be satisfied! At this she let out a muffled gasp
and climaxed, sliding gently to the ground down the wall.
Samantha was unaware that for the past ten minutes or so
she was being watched. Two of the young men had crept in
to the room.
They had viewed her foundling her breast. Removing her
skirt and masturbating. Despite the alcohol they did not
find her difficult to resist. The girls were up to
various antics next door and Nicole had completely
forgotten about her friend.
Samantha opened her eyes to see two young men standing in
front of her with their jeans and underwear down. Both
had erections, which to her seemed enormous. She did not
scream or get embarrassed. She had heard all the stories
from her friends and read about it in magazines, but now
it seemed right to do it for real. Soon she was on her
back on the floor. Her knickers were being pulled down
and she felt his finger easing its way inside.
She was now wet and eager. He knew it was time and gently
began slipping his engorged member in to her. She held
her breath at first but was surprised how little it hurt
and how enjoyable it was. After a few minutes he was
finished. How she yearned for more. The other boy took
over he was very eager and less gentle. As he became more
passionate he began pulling at her blouse yanking it
open. Her bra was soon pulled up releasing her aching
breasts. Then it was over. He got up and left her and she
fell asleep.
She was awoken with a strange feeling. She looked down in
the half-light to see someone's head between her legs.
She positioned herself to make the sensation greater. In
her half awakened state she realised that she was being
licked and was giving herself over to this wonderful
sensation. The mouth moved away and she begged for it not
to stop.
Soon it began again but with a different technique. After
some moments it stopped again but soon restarted even
better than before. Then it stopped once more to be
replaced by a more gently technique. Once it finally
finished she felt she must thank him. She pulled herself
up on to her elbows. To her horror it was a girl's face
she saw coming up for air not a boy. She then looked
beyond her to see three other two girls smiling and she
realised what had happened.
'Was that good?' questioned Nicole now sitting between
her legs. Samantha had to agree that it was.
The gang got up and left. The room was now empty. They
cuddled up together on the thick carpet and went asleep
Nicole awoke the next morning. What a dream... or was it
reality?
L.Clyde. April 2001
lclyde17@hotmail.com
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