Party night

The party night we have never forgotten.

True story that involved both me and my friend Zoe, some 20 or more years ago now. We have both moved on from this incident. I have no fear, shame, or desire to hide the details from anyone anymore. I am happy to write about it and speak about it.

Zoe and I had been to a party at a local pub. It was a friend's 21st birthday party. I was 19 at the time, and Zoe was just 17. It had been a fantastic night of drinking and dancing. Dozens of people were at the party; there were also pub regulars who weren't guests but dropped into the function room to savour the atmosphere, plus grab some free food.

Tony and Mick, two men in their late forties or early fifties, had entered the pub around 8 pm. They were just two men who looked inconspicuous, polite, and unassuming. Two more faces in a sea of people who seemed good at mixing and chatting with others.
It was Zoe who got to speak to Mick. He was quite a funny guy and made her laugh. She introduced him to me. We were soon joined by Tony, who was just as friendly. It was the friendliness that made us both drop our guard.

Around 11 pm, Zoe decided to call it a night. I was tired myself, so we decided to share a taxi. I noticed Tony and Mick talking between themselves out of the corner of my eye. I thought nothing of it. Before I had a chance to call for a taxi, Mick asked if we would like a lift home. "We're going your way anyhow," is what he said. "We'll save you some money."

Due to the drink, I wasn't thinking straight. If I had been sober, I would probably have asked. "How do you know where we live?" A simple question that would have triggered alarm bells. But because I was tipsy and trusting, I never asked.

It was Zoe who jumped at the chance of a free lift. I wasn't going to leave her vulnerable, so I went along. We got into their car, and Tony was driving; Mick was in the passenger seat. Both Zoe and I were in the back.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. We were going in the correct direction after I told Tony where we lived. The only odd thing I noticed at the time is the conversation both men were good at suddenly dried up. There was a nervousness about them both.

We had changed direction for about a mile before I noticed we were heading the wrong way. "Where are we going?" I asked. But I already had a sense of dread before either man spoke. It was Tony who said. "I thought you might like to come with us so the party can continue." Zoe seemed confused. I instantly knew what was going on.

"We're not having sex," I told them.

It was Mick who replied, "Oh yes, you are."

He said it in such a way that I knew consensual sex wasn't what they had in mind. We were being taken somewhere to be raped.

Zoe began to cry. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me frightened.

"Couple of bastards aren't you?" I told them.

"Biggest bastards you're going to meet, sweetheart," Mick replied.

We drove towards a housing estate. Zoe was still crying and becoming hysterical.

"You might as well stop the crying, love, because it's not going to change anything," Tony told her.

I told him, "You can drive us wherever, but as soon as we get out of this car, you'll have a fight on your hands."

Mick's reply was. "Maybe, but if you want to try and stop us, I'll punch the fuck out of you before you do." It was then that I realised I wasn't in as strong a position as I believed.

They pulled into the carport of a large three-floor house. It looked like it had been split into bedsits, but it was in darkness. Tony got out, followed by Mick and began talking at the side of the car. Mick went to unlock the house whilst Tony stood guard. He was looking around to make sure nobody was watching.

Zoe asked me, "What do we do?" It choked me to say it, but I told her, "Let them rape you, don't fight them, we can deal with the aftermath when they've finished, we know enough about them."

Tony returned, and we were ordered out. We were pushed into the house, which seemed almost derelict. The smell of damp was everywhere. Tony led Zoe into the first bedroom, and I was forced into an adjoining bedroom with Mick. On the floor was a filthy mattress. I assumed that was where I was going to be raped. All I could hear was Zoe sobbing louder. Tony was talking to her, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Take off your knickers and lie down," Mick ordered. I did as he asked and lay on the filthy, stinking mattress.

"Lift your skirt above your waist and open your legs." As I did, he pulled off my shoes. He then stood over me, unfastening his pants before sliding them down with his underpants. He removed them before getting on top of me. There was no foreplay, no oral sex demands. He entered me and began to fuck. He never spoke a word, no grunting, no dirty talk, he just fucked for about fifteen minutes. All I heard was Zoe in the next room sobbing as Tony raped her. I felt sick because I knew she wouldn't handle the aftermath very well.

Mick got off me without ejaculating. He went next door, where Tony was fucking Zoe, and asked if he wanted to swap. Both men swapped rooms. Tony joined me whilst Mick took his turn at raping Zoe.

"Your friend is naked," he told me. "I made her take off all her clothes, you can do the same."

I wasn't going to argue. I took off my skirt, bra and top and lay back on the mattress naked and waited for Tony to begin raping me. As he pushed into me hard, he said: "Not so fucking mouthy now, are you?" He thought he was winning the psychological battle. I brought him crashing down to earth by replying. "When are you going to get it hard?"

Both men swapped twice more. We were both raped for about an hour. In the end, Zoe received Mick's semen. Tony ejaculated inside me. It was when they had finished that they realised they had a problem, us reporting it. Neither of them had a clue what to do. Their brains were in their balls. We both dressed and left into the darkness. Zoe didn't want to report it; she didn't feel she could deal with a court case because, as she told me weeks later. "I felt I might have led them on." I didn't report it either. I often thought as the years went by, "If Tony hadn't raped me, I might have fucked him anyway if he had asked." He wasn't unattractive.