From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
Reply-To: an138013@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BLACKWIND: Beer Party(mf,teen,bd,rape)
Date: Fri,  4 Aug 1995 03:52:14 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <035417Z04081995@anon.penet.fi>

Contains: mf,bd,teen,rape

This Story:

      The story of Chelsea is fiction, but happens all to
frequently; girls, either through peer pressure or otherwise,
often venture into situations that get quickly out of control.
What follows is a rather extreme example.

                         THE BEER PARTY

                     A Story By   Dr. Badboy

     Chelsea stood at her window and stared at the bonfire
burning in the woods a mile away.  It was a party; probably a
beer party, she thought, but a party no less. She'd seen that
fire almost every night, though she'd yet to go out there, even
during the day.  She hadn't even been here that long; her
family--her, her father and mother--had moved here in the middle
of June, just after school let out, and it was already early
August.
     She'd yet to make any friends; her family lived so far
outside of town, on a small farm, that she never saw anybody.
     The fire offered a chance, though; there were bound to be
kids there.  She knew her mother would never approve.  "Beer
parties are trouble" she'd say.  Chelsea didn't want to go there
to drink; she just wanted to meet some of the kids. They'd
probably be older than her, of course; she'd just turned twelve a
month before moving here, and would be starting seventh grade.
Back home though, a lot of kids her age went to beer parties, and
she figured they probably did here, too, in Sticksville.
     She looked at the fire a while longer, then decided to risk
sneaking out.  Her parents were asleep; if she was quiet, she
might make it.  First though, she had to get dressed.  She
searched through her drawers for a pair of shorts, but couldn't
find any; she must have worn them all.  She settle for an acid
washed denim mini skirt, definitely not woods wear, and a pink
design t-shirt.  She stuffed her feet into a pair of comfortable
leather moccassins and stepped in front of the mirror to look at
herself.
     She looked pretty typical for a twelve year old: tall for
her age, kind of thin, long legs.  Her body was still boyish,
though she'd developed a nice set of boobs and even had to wear a
bra; her face was pretty, lightly tanned from the sun, and her
hair was a natural strawberry red, thick and heavy where it fell
to the middle of her shoulder blades.
     Deciding she looked okay, she crept quietly out of her room,
then downstairs and out of the house.  It was a full moon out;
the road wasn't far, and she headed for it, intending to walk
that until she caught sight of the fire.
     A car passed; she cringed, imagining her parents seeing her,
or worse, some crazed sicko who'd snatch her up in a second, rape
her, and dump her in a ditch with her throat cut.  The car went
up the road a ways, then stopped, and she felt a moment of panic
when it started to back up.  Two figures stepped out and started
toward her, then jumped back in and the car took off in a squeal
of tires.
     Heart pounding, she stood there for a long time, trying to
calm down.  No more cars passed, and she began walking.  After a
while she heard the roar of loud music and shouts, and caught the
glint of chrome not far ahead.  Moving closer, she saw several
cars and trucks, and the fire.
     The moment she walked into the party, there was silence;
dozens of faces stared up at her--there were a few girls among
them, but everyone was clearly older than she was.  Two beer kegs
sat on one edge of the fire, surrounded by blankets, a boom box,
and dozens of empty paper cups and beer cans.  Slowly she raised
one hand and waved with her fingers.  "Hi.  I'm Chelsea.  My
family lives down the road", she squeaked.
     She knew this was a mistake.  "That's her", one boy
whispered. "The one we saw."
     "Well, hello Chelsea", another said, getting up.  "I'm
Doug."
     A pair of hands pushed her from behind, propelling her into
him. He stumbled, then grabbed her arm.  He reeked of beer;
several kids giggled.  "My my, but aren't you cute", he slurred,
then burped.
     Chelsea grimaced.  "Maybe I better go."
     "No, stay", Doug burped.  He wrapped his arm around her
waist and jerked her against him.  "We're gonna party."
     "I'd--"  Chelsea's protest was cut off when he kissed her.
It was not a soft kiss, or romantic; it was forced, his tongue
shoving into her mouth.  She managed to push away angrily.
     "No!  I'm leaving."
     "No you ain't", Doug burped.  Someone grabbed her from
behind, pinning her arms.  Chelsea screamed, and a hand clamped
over her mouth.
     Doug stepped forward, sliding his hands up her thighs.
Chelsea squirmed, but couldn't get away.  Doug lifted her skirt
up, revealing her pink bikini panties to everyone.  With a sharp
tug that made her wince, he yanked them off.
     "Shaved", one of them said.
     Chelsea began to whimper.  Dave was down on his knees,
blowing on her mound.  Then she felt his tongue against it, wet
and rough.  He stood up and smoothed the skirt down, grinning
drunkenly.  "We're gonna party, bitch", he slurred, "with you.
Mikey!  Al!  Get some rope from the truck.  Tie her hands back.
She's gonna party."
     Chelsea began to struggle now, but it was impossible to get
away.  The hand came away from her mouth and she opened it to
scream.  Doug stuffed her torn panties in, silencing her.
     Her hands were jerked behind her, bound tightly together
with rope.  A towel was tied over her mouth, then she was pushed
down, backwards, onto a nearby blanket.  Several of the girls
moved to hold her down.  "It ain't so bad", one told her.  "'Less
your a virgin."
     Doug was standing over her now.  He poured his beer all over
her chest, soaking her t-shirt.  He knelt down, grabbed the
collar, and tore it open.  Chelsea closed her eyes; she felt him
tug her bra away next, his hands probing at her erect pink
nipples.
     "Hey Doug, wait", one girl said.  "She's just a kid!"
     "So?  So were you."  Chelsea felt him push her skirt up and
spread her legs.  She no longer tried to resist.  She was going
to be raped, probably gang raped.
    "You're gonna hurt her, Doug.  She ain't even wet.  Let me
suck it, lube you up."
     Chelsea looked up at the girl.  She was about eighteen, very
pretty.
     "No", Doug said.  "Let her do it."
     Before Chelsea knew what was happening, the towel was pulled
down and her panties were out.  She shook her head as Doug moved
up, pushing his cock against her lips.  "Do it or I'll fuck you
dry", he told her.
     "Doug, come on.  She's just a little--"
     "Shut up!", Doug snapped.  "She wanted to party, right?"
     Doug kept pushing his cock against her lips.  "Open up!"
     Chelsea opened her mouth.  Doug slid his cock in, working it
in and out.  It was thick and warm and soft, and Chelsea felt
like gagging.  Then he pulled it out and shoved the panties back
in, telling the girl to finish.  The towel was put back, and Doug
knelt between her legs.  She felt him lip her thighs again, then
the head of his cock was against her.  Chelsea braced herself.
     Doug pushed.  Chelsea screamed into the panties and towel,
feeling something inside of her tear loose.  The pain was
unbearable; she wanted to black out, but couldn't.  Doug seemed
to fill her, pinning her down with the force of his cock.  She
felt stretched, the thickness of Doug's cock pushing deeper into
her, touching her womb. It hurt immensely, but she couldn't make
him stop.
     Doug pumped, his cock like a piston between her thighs.  She
felt a hand stroking her cheek, looked up to see the girl over
her, trying to smile.  Then Doug's pumping turned to slamming;
Chelsea jerked and screamed.  Suddenly he slowed, and she felt
something warm fill inside
of her; she was afraid he might be pissing in her.  Then he was
out, and she relaxed.
     Suddenly, another boy was in there; he was smaller than
Doug, but it still hurt.  Chelsea's head began to swim; she was
passing out.
     She awoke again some time later, to find still another boy
there.  He was coming in her now; he was very still, moaning.
She could feel his cock pulse in her.  Then he pulled out, and
nobody took his place.
     Chelsea suddenly realized why; while she lay unconscious,
every one of them had been in her.  She tried to close her legs,
but her thighs were too sore.  The girl who had tried to help her
earlier helped her up, then set her back down on the knees.  "Not
bad, honey", she told Chelsea.  "Twenty three guys.  Now you're
gonna suck some of them."
     Powerless to resist, Chelsea just knelt there, sobbing, as
they took away the towel and the panties.  Then Doug was there,
his cock in her mouth.  It was still warm, and tasted of her own
juices; she nearly gagged.  He told her to suck, and she did.
     Her mouth was sore, but somehow, she managed to bring him to
a cum; his cock pulsed, and she choked on the thick, salty cum
that shot down her throat.  She swallowed all of it, gagging,
then slid away from him and curled up into a ball.  She was
jerked back onto her knees and made to suck two more cocks before
Doug shoved her down and raped her again.
     Exhausted, she could do nothing but wait for him to come.
No more did it after him; he got up, zipped up his pants, then
she was jerked to her feet.
     She felt the point of a knife against her throat.  "You
ever, ever tell anyone we did this, and we'll kill you", Doug
threatened. "Understand?"
     Chelsea nodded.  Doug lowered the knife, then used it to cut
her bonds.  Her hands were numb and swollen from being bound so
tight. She wished Doug would kill her; she felt so humiliated and
degraded, she wanted to die.
     Someone yanked the remains of her t-shirt off and threw it
into the fire.  Someone else pulled her skirt off and tossed that
in, too. Left naked but for her moccassins, she could only sob.
     The girl who had been nice and then mean to her slipped a
blanket around her and led her over to pickup.  She helped her
in, then started the engine.  "You'll be alright.  Doug isn't
kidding, though. He'll kill you if you tell."
     "I won't", Chelsea whimpered.  And she never would, either.