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Archive name: mparty.txt (FF, voy, reluc, alcohol, 1st)
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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