Trapped at a Sex Party
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - It was supposed to be a simple first assignment, infiltrate a party of the young and powerful to find enough gossip to help revitalize a struggling newspaper. Inexperienced reporter Beth finds more than she bargained for and finds herself embroiled in a story beyond the gossip pages. Will she try to escape or will she do whatever it takes to break the story of a lifetime?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Light Bond Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting
Beth led Greg through the crowd, which parted and cheered as they passed until they cleared most of the onlookers. Beth’s adrenaline finally slowed down when she reached her destination, a row of showers to clean herself off. In the background, the Twins introduced more new attendees, but the enthusiasm they’d had earlier was gone.
Beth quickly jumped in a shower and found the water was cold, but it helped temper the heat she still felt inside. The shower head was detachable, and she used it to clean her still sensitive parts. A quick glance to the booth beside her revealed Greg washing himself off, too. On stage, the last few couples were introduced to muted applause. After their quick showers finished, Greg motioned for Beth to follow him back up the stairs to talk.
“I can’t believe that happened,” Beth said excitedly. Her hands were still shaking from the experience as well as the cold water.
“I know. Are you ok?” asked Greg, looking concerned. “You didn’t have to do that. I could have dealt with them.”
“I’m great! I hope I didn’t embarrass you, though. I didn’t really think before ... well, what happened.”
“What did happen back there? I love sticking it to those two as much as anyone. And that was the best sex I’ve had in a decade, but ... I think I missed something. Talk to me here,” Greg said as he put his arm around Beth’s waist.
“I hate bullies, always have.” Beth leaned on the railing, looking down on the crowd below. “When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader. It was my first year on the varsity squad, and I was so excited. They were the queens of the school, and everyone loved them. One day, I came in early for practice and found the cheer captain and her two friends bullying one of the junior girls, a pretty redhead named Margaret. She was such a nice, sweet girl, who’d never hurt nor even upset anyone. I asked what was going on, and they told me to walk away. I refused and got into it with them.
Turned out, one of the senior football players had tried some stuff with Margaret, and she wanted to report him. The cheer captain wanted to protect him and the school, so she wanted to bully the girl into keeping quiet. Me being me, I wrote an article about it for the school paper. The player was suspended. I was kicked off the cheer team and ostracized by most of the school. I never regretted it, though. Hell, it got me the position of editor of the newspaper the next year!”
Greg looked at Beth, a warm smile on his face as Beth continued. “When I saw what happened to that girl before us, and everyone was laughing, I thought about Margaret ... and I just got angry., hen hearing them threaten you and all the good work you’ve done for people who need help, I just couldn’t stand there and do nothing. I wasn’t about to let them win over me or you!”
Greg was impressed by the young reporter’s tenacity and conviction. “So, this is what you always wanted to do? Must be nice to have that clarity.”
“Well, not THIS,” Beth said jokingly as she waved her hand over the naked crowd below them who’d all begun writhing on the beds; the full sex party had begun.
“You know what I mean,” said Greg as he looked off into the distance, “I never did. I came from money and had no direction. My parents were too busy with all their stuff to care. That’s when I started drinking, then drugs, and anything else I could think of to keep me from being bored. That’s how my downward spiral started. I thought I had friends. These were my friends, but they didn’t care about me. As you can see, they don’t really care about anything other than themselves.
That life nearly killed me; it should have killed me. The night I nearly died, I was flying high on booze and several different chemical concoctions. My crew went to a club that night. Bottles were popping, girls were all over us, I thought I was king shit ... until I collapsed on the ground. No one did anything to help me, not a god damn one of my so-called friends checked to see if I was ok.
Elsewhere at the club, some of the Lions players were in the house talking to some reporters on a story about clubhouse drama or something, off the books stuff. That guy rushes over and saves my life. He calls an ambulance, keeps me breathing, and my heart going. Craziest part was afterward. He didn’t tell anyone about it. I’m with sports, he says, not gossip. No one visited me in the hospital but Carter. After I left the hospital, I knew I had to clean myself up and try to help others. I cut out all this from my life and tried to move on. Yet ... here I am.”
“Why’d you tell me all this? You didn’t have to,” Beth asked.
“I figured you should know more about me after what we just shared in front of all these people.”
“I’m sorry we dragged you into this,” Beth said with regret in her voice.
“You didn’t know this would happen,” replied Greg. “In truth, I think I needed to do this eventually. I’ve hidden from my old life, but this was my chance to finally confront it head-on.”
Beth grinned. “So you needed to come to an orgy and have sex in front of a crowd of people?” she teased.
“Shut up, you know what I mean,” he laughed and tapped her on the shoulder with his arm.
“Sure, of course. But if you feel like confronting your past again tonight, you know where to find me.”
“At least I know now that you were always a brat,” Greg chuckled.
“A brat that gave you, and I quote ‘the best sex you’ve had in a decade’.”
“Now I fully regret everything about tonight,” Greg shook his head in mock annoyance.
Beth stretched her back on the railing, content with herself over teasing her date for this event. She looked down over the crowd, noticing a number of famous faces amongst the writhing piles of flesh. Mindy was under a man, though Beth couldn’t see his face. Beth kept scanning the crowd from their elevated position. She didn’t see either of the twins. She did see someone sitting alone on the floor. With her knees into her chest, the girl looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there.
Beth pointed her out to Greg, “Let’s check it out.” Greg nodded.
The two descended the staircase and made their way towards where they’d spotted the girl. Beth suspected who the girl was. It was confirmed when they reached Winnifred, still seated on the cold concrete floor. Her body and hair were wet, and she shivered in place. She didn’t look up when approached by Beth and Greg.
“Are you ok?” Beth asked as she sat down on the floor next to the girl.
“Please leave me alone. I don’t want to have sex with you or your boyfriend,” the girl said in a whimper.
“He’s not my...” Beth started to correct her and stopped, that wasn’t important at that moment. “We just saw you on the ground here and wanted to make sure you’re ok.”
Beth’s voice was soft, as she tried her best to calm the poor girl. She made sure not to touch her, though, as she seemed very distraught. Beth was curious why a girl like this was at this type of party, but those questions would be for another time.
Greg squatted down in front of Winnifred. “Is there anything we can get for you?”
“I just want to go home, but they won’t let me leave,” the girl sobbed into her knees.
“They told you after midnight, right?” Beth said as calmly as she could. “We tried to leave earlier, too. You’re Winnifred, right?”
“Ye-yes,” she said nervously, finally lifting her head to see who the two people with her were. “You? You were next to me on the stage. I was trying to clean up after, but everyone seemed to go quiet. Did something happen to you, too?”
Beth looked at Greg sheepishly before turning back to the girl on the floor, “You could say that. We gave them a bit of a show to kind of shut them up.”
“Good. Fuck them! Fuck all of them!” Winnifred said loudly, her hand waving wildly to no one in particular.
“I know. I’m Beth, by the way, and this is Greg. How are you feeling?”
“Most people call me Winnie,” the girl said. “And I’m feeling humiliated and cold.”
Beth turned to Greg, “We understand both of those. Greg, there has to be towels somewhere. I think we could use a few to dry off. Maybe see if you can get some coffee or something warm to drink, too, from the bar.”
Greg stood back up, “I’m on it.” He disappeared into the crowd towards the bar, but Beth couldn’t help but watch his nice ass as he went. She stayed behind with Winnie to keep her company.
“I don’t recognize you from anywhere. How’d you get an invitation to this party?” Beth asked, trying to make a connection with her new friend. She clearly didn’t know what to expect when she got here either.
“My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, Clark had the invitation. I’d only met him a few weeks ago and he seemed so nice. He told me his rich friends were having a party, and we should go together. I thought it was just some fancy party, next thing I knew I was told to take off my clothes. I ... I just went along with it because I really liked Clark. When we were all on stage, I thought it was some kind of cult ... Now I wish it was. I was so stupid, I should have known something was up when he handed me the NDA. How did you get in?”
Beth didn’t want to share the real reason, knowing she was a reporter might freak Winnie out more, so she had to bend the truth a bit. “I’d heard about these secret parties through friends and Greg had the connections. Turns out it was a trap. Neither of us knew what kind of party this was going to be. Like you, we tried to leave after we realized it was a sex party, and everyone was naked, but couldn’t get back through security.”
Winnie moaned, “All I want to do is go back to my dorm and pretend this night never happened.”
“We’ll get you there. You just have to hold on for a couple more hours. Ok?”
“I’m trying, Beth. Thank you for being so nice to me. I hope I’m not ruining your night.”
Beth chuckled, “I think that went out the window as soon as we entered this second circle of hell building.”
A small smile crept across Winnie’s face, “I get that reference, I’m an English major.”
“Great. We’ll get along fine then.”
“Why are you two just sitting on the floor? There’s so much fun to be had.” Mindy’s voice broke through the loud ambient noise of music and moaning. She was headed to the nearby shower, cum covered her chest and face.
“We’re just taking a break while Greg searches for towels,” Beth replied, as Winnie cowered in her knees again.
“Ugh, is the water cold again? I swear, the twins need to get this shit fixed. You can’t run an orgy if everyone has hypothermia,” Mindy complained, as she turned on the water.
Beth looked at Winnie and rolled her eyes. The two shared a giggle while they watched the heiress clean herself off. The water only stayed on as long as was necessary. Mindy cursed the whole time. When she finally got out, her nipples looked like they could cut glass as she rubbed her arms and shivered.
“Yo-you should com-ppplain to the twww-ins when you sssseee them,” Mindy said while her teeth were chattering.
Beth had no idea what she was talking about, “I don’t understand, why would I see them? There’s no way I’d ever deal with those two weirdos.”
Greg returned with two towels, with a third around his waist. He handed it to Winnie and Beth, who stood up to dry themselves off. In his other hand, he had a mug of hot coffee, which he passed to Winnie once she was dry.
“Any chance you’d spare a towel for me, Greggy, for old times’ sake?” Mindy asked. Greg reluctantly agreed. She used his towel to dry herself off before throwing it in a metal bin.
“Hey?!” Greg complained.
“Sorry, figured you were done with it,” replied Mindy who eyed him up.
“Getting back to it, why would I talk to the twins?” Beth asked again.
“Oh that. They’re looking for you,” Mindy said plainly. “Don’t know why.”
Greg looked at Beth, his eyes down. “I didn’t want to say anything but ... I was told the same at the bar. When I asked why, they didn’t seem to know, but I wouldn’t trust them.”
“I don’t. They’re probably up to something.” Beth thought about what their options were though, and she didn’t like what cards they had. They could just sit on the floor, waiting it out until they could leave, but then Beth wouldn’t have much of a story. There was some stuff, like the sex party stuff, but it was thin. Audio of just grunting and moaning without video was not as helpful.
She could go and it would likely be a trap, and something to screw Greg over, too, if he went. She also didn’t want to leave Winnie alone, and she certainly wouldn’t want to bring her along. That girl was traumatized enough for one night. If Beth went alone though...
“Ok, I’ll go,” Beth said as she stood up. She let the towel fall to the ground around her ankles.
“What? No! You don’t know what they’re up to,” Greg warned, “This could be exactly what they want.”
“I know, but we can’t sit back and let them control us. Best way to deal with a trap is to spring it, eyes open.”
Mindy cheered, “That a girl! Don’t back down.”
Winnie reached out and grabbed Beth’s hand, “Please don’t leave me alone.”
Beth looked down at the pretty but clearly scared girl. “I won’t. Greg will stay with you and keep you safe.”
Greg looked worried. “You can’t be serious, you aren’t going alone.”
“It’s my risk to take. I dragged you into this and someone should stay with Winnie. Keep her safe, ok?” Beth moved in close to Greg and pulled him tight. She pretended to kiss his cheek but whispered in his ear, “If I don’t come back, get my phone to Carter.” She held his hands in hers briefly before she pulled away and turned to Mindy.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“I’ll show you.”
A nervous anxiety filled Beth as she followed Mindy passed beds of naked people engaged in various sexual acts. Men and women, women and women, and men with men all lost in their basest desires. They walked to the other side of the room, to where a number of doors lined the wall. Each one had a number on it, like Beth imagined a prison might have if the doors were solid metal. They even had a little window to look through, but it seemed to open only from the inside.
“This one’s mine,” Mindy said gleefully as they passed a door with a 2 on it. “You know, if you ever want to...” she finished her sentence with a wink.
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