Beach Break - First Night [M/F, Snuff Party, Casual, Semi-Consensual, Crushing, Burning, Car Crash]
“You crazy kids!” Sarah’s dad said with a laugh. “God, I remember my Beach Break. My friends and I thought we were fucking invincible! Wow were we wrong. Still, that’s how I met your mother—both she and I were the only survivors of our groups, and we were lonely so…” he winked, “well, that’s where you came from!”
He laughed and kissed Sarah on the top of the head, who giggled and pulled away. “Gross Dad!”
“So who are you going with?”
“Well,” she answered, “everyone, pretty much. We didn’t want to miss it, it’s kind of like, everyone’s eighteen now, and this is our last chance to really cut loose before we go to uni, work, whatever. Adult stuff.”
“Sure,” he answered. “I get it. Just so I know, you know, um, you know, you get how dangerous it is right?”
Sarah giggled again. “Yeah, I mean, that’s like the whole point right? We have the rest of our lives to have rules, restrictions, whatever. For one week, we party with no limits, do whatever with no laws, no consequences, just one big wild fucking party! Beach Break!”
“Yeah,” he said, injecting a touch of moroseness into his voice. “That’s pretty much it. I won’t tell you not to go, or to be careful… but… you know. Sometimes you get a choice between doing something that might kill you, or something that definitely will. And… there’s people cheering, cameras, daring… but, maybe think of me if that happens, ok? Maybe choose the less… lethal option?”
“Oh my god Dad,” Sarah groaned. “Don’t be such a helicopter.”
The six friends filled the red convertible sportscar and sped towards the Shining Coast seemingly fueled by excitement as much as petrol. Sarah, wearing a glittering red halter top that showed off her generous chest drove, while her boyfriend Denny sat beside her shirtless, his muscled chest glittering in the summer heat.
Behind them, Tyler and his girlfriend Avery sat beside each other, both lean and fit. Brooke—Tyler’s twin sister—sat on her own boyfriend Ethan’s lap, who himself occupied the final remaining seat.
“Woo!” Brooke hooted, arms raised. “Beach Break!”
If Sarah was hot in a ‘girl next door’ kind of way, and Avery carried the sculpted perfection of an athlete—Brooke straight up looked like a supermodel. Given she’d modeled through high school and had already signed onto a new swimwear contract, it wasn’t even so much a comparison as reality.
She ground herself against Ethan, enjoying his hardness as his hands roamed the bare skin of her waist under her skimpy bikini top.
“Oh shit, look!” Denny shouted, pointing forwards. “It’s like us, you know, from a mirror universe or some shit.”
Coming towards them in the opposite lane was a blue convertible, which was similarly filled with hollering youths.
“What are they doing?” Ethan asked, peaking around his girlfriend. “They’re going the wrong way, you think they’re dodging Beach Break?”
“Let’s play chicken with them!” Avery said, excited. “Come on Sarah, drive at them!”
“Fuck yeah!” Tyler agreed, as did the rest.
Sarah swerved the car into the oncoming lane, her unrestrained friends sliding with the motion, laughing as they slammed into each other, and aimed straight towards their blue opponents.
“Beach Break!” Brooke shouted.
As the oncoming car drew closer, its occupants clarified into five figures, three girls and two guys, themselves hollering and laughing as they realized they’d been recruited into a spontaneous game of chicken.
“Oh shit!” Sarah exclaimed, eyes wide, and nervously giggling. “I think I’m chicken, holy fuck they’re coming on fast!”
“Don’t be a pussy!” Avery admonished, and then slipped off her short crop top—revealing her perfectly perky small breasts, nipples peaked in the cool rushing air—and leaned forwards to pull it over Sarah’s head, blinding her.
“Foot down, fucking drive!” Avery encouraged.
As their car accelerated towards high-speed collision, Denny reached over to stabilize the steering wheel and Brooke twisted around to passionately kiss Ethan.
“Holy fuck, we’re gonna die!” Tyler cried out, while Avery continued to cheer.
At the last moment, the blue convertible driver, upon seeing that his opponent driver was blindfolded, panicked and swerved aggressively. The blue convertible bit hard into the tarmac, rolled violently onto its roof, and exploded into a deafening skid of sparks and pulverized glass.
At the hundred and twenty or so kilometres-an-hour they’d been driving, centrifugal force turned the open cabin into a meat-grinder. The five teenagers were ripped from their seats and hurled down the highway like broken ragdolls, leaving a crimson smear of snapped limbs and torn flesh across thirty metres of road before the mangled chassis crumpled into the ditch.
Avery, Tyler and Denny stared open-mouthed at the carnage. Sarah, unable to bare the blindness any longer, pulled Avery’s top off her head and threw it out the side of the car.
“Woa,” she said, catching the blue wreckage in the rearview mirror.
Brooke pulled away from Ethan and blinked, looking a little dazed.
“Did we win?”
“You know,” Tyler said, ignoring her. “We probably shouldn’t tell anyone about this. Beach Break anarchy law only applies in Shining Coast City, and only starts at midnight.”
“Wait,” Sarah said with a laugh. “Are you saying we’re legally murderers? Holy shit.”
“Probably just manslaughter,” Avery responded with a laugh “Also, you bitch Sarah! My other tops are in the boot! My tits are going to be out when we get to the city.”
She didn’t sound particularly concerned, either at the manslaughter or her impending exhibitionism. Instead, she leaned back into her seat with a relaxed sigh, and threw her arms around the two boys to her left and right, pulling them against her bare sides.
“Beach Break!” Brooke cried.
“I see you all out there!” The DJ cried out, massive speakers amplifying her voice across the beach. Behind her, the glittering skyscrapers shot up from the Shining Coast’s skyline like daggers, visible above her stage.
Various cranes, holding crates above the massive crowd, were slowly spinning back and forth like giant claw machines.
“You look sexy, hungry, ready to paaaarrrtttyyyy!”
She twiddled something on her controller, and the electronic music tempo began to increase. She began to bop in time with the music, glowing pastied boobs bouncing.
“You guys wanna cut loooosssseee?”
“YEAH!” the crowd roared back, Sarah, Denny, Avery, Tyler, Brooke and Ethan among them, each dressed in provocative rave outfits.
“You guys wanna die old and gross?”
“NO!”
“How ‘bout young and hot, and fucking like rabbits!”
“YEAH!”
“Well ok then, I guess the only thing to do is start the coooouuunnnnntttt dowwwwnn!”
A giant digital countdown appeared on the stage behind the DJ, mirrored on numerous screens around the beach.
“Ten!” The DJ cried out.
“NINE!” The crowd joined in.
“EIGHT!” The music continued to climb.
“SEVEN!” Avery, having gained a taste for exhibitionism the previous day, ripped her top off and continued dancing, pulling Tyler’s hands to her breasts.
“SIX!” He gripped them hard, squeezing their soft flesh, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
“FIVE!” Brooke slipped her hands in Ethan’s pants from behind.
“FOUR!” She began stroking his hardness.
“THREE!” Denny gripped Sarah, and lifted her onto his shoulders.
“TWO!” From her vantage, she began to record the crowd around her, and the cranes above with her phone.
“Holy Shit!” Avery cried, “Here we—"
“ONE!”
The DJ slammed her hand onto a big red button, and two things dropped.
Firstly, the base, as she kicked the music into a frenzy.
And secondly, the crates swinging high above, each with ground facing drop-doors that could release their contents on the crowd below. They didn’t all release at once, but were instead timed to release a steady barrage of varied items on those underneath.
Ten metres to the left of the group, an honest-to-god anvil fell on a couple sixty-nining. The man was killed instantly, head and chest turned to pulp while the woman’s lower body was similarly mashed.
She jerked from the sheer physics of the impact, mouth clamping down on the man’s dick and tearing it away. She opened her mouth in shock, bloody member plopping out as she stared at the flattened gore her waist and partner had become.
She tried to scream, but massive blood loss and shock made what remained of her body feel like lead, eyes drooping with sudden exhaustion.
She slumped to the ground, falling unconscious.
Scenes like this were mirrored throughout the crowd, objects falling onto the writhing partygoers and massacring small knots, much to the delight of those around them.
Heavy objects like the anvil crushed, shrapnel bombs tore groups to shreds, acid splashed and melted, liquid nitrogen froze and shattered, molten bitumen welded latex rave outfits to flesh.
“Woo!” Brooke shouted, voicing the group’s ecstasy. The rush of near-death, the taboo delight of seeing gruesome fatalities all around them, it all mixed together into an electric haze that was unlike anything the young group had ever felt.
Because of the crane’s motion, and the randomness of the drops, it was nearly impossible for the crowd below to dodge.
All they could do was dance and enjoy the thrill. The six friends writhed together, their movements somewhere between orgy and dance, clothes coming off as they fell into the passion of the music.
“This is fucking amazing!” Avery cried, arms in the air while Ethan and Tyler sucked a respective petite and perky tit, the girl enjoying the overwhelming sensation of touch, sight and smell.
Sarah, laughing as she tried to keep balance on Denny’s shoulders as he danced continued filming as best she could, capturing the insanity of it all.
At that moment, a thick glob of jellied white phosphorus and thickened incendiary fuel—aerated and superheated—dropped on top of a madly dancing guy only a metre in front of Avery. He caught the brunt of it, immediately falling to the ground with a screech, but a globule splashed and splattered against Avery’s bare back.
One moment, her skin was perfect. Young, bronzed and smooth, taut over toned muscle. For a fraction of a second, the boys only felt the sharp jolt of her body thrusting into theirs, her small tits shoved deeper into their mouths as she arched her back in instinctual reaction to the strange sensation on her back.
Then the heat bloomed. Avery’s ecstatic scream twisted into an ear-splitting, airless shriek as the jelly melted her perfect back to the subcutaneous fat, cooking her rear into blackened, smoking ribbons.
The boys pulled away in reaction to her howl and jerking movements as she desperately clawed at her back, trying uselessly to scrape away the burning napalm. All this accomplished was to make her hands burn just as fiercely as the sticky compound welded to her palms and fingers.
“Oh shit,” Tyler said, watching his girlfriend scream and beg for help. “I think you’re cooked babe.”
“Oh my god,” Brooke said, face screwed up. “That’s so gross. Tyler, your girlfriend is gross.”
Avery fell to the ground, writhing no longer in pleasure, but in agony.
“Eww,” Sarah giggled, zooming her phone camera onto her friend. “She’s turning into jerky.”
“Umm,” Tyler said, looking around as if to find something that could help.
Denny, who’d begun the night drunk and was already finding his head pounding from the loud music and the smell of various chemicals groaned.
“She’s so fucking loud, like a damn banshee. Fuck.”
“Do we… help her?” Tyler asked hesitantly.
Avery, some small part of her mind comprehending, reached up for him, eyes wide, still screaming.
“Bleh,” Brooke said. “Why bother. She’ll look gross even if she heals. And then we’d be stuck playing nurse all week. Just… finish her off.”
“What do you…?”
“Oh my god, you’re useless.” Brooke said exasperated, and walked up to Avery. In front of the burning girl the mad dancer who’d taken the brunt of the napalm was a bonfire, the sand around him blackened with the heat.
Brooke kicked at Avery with her heel, trying to nudge her closer to the fire, being careful not to make contact with any of the burning gel. Avery howled and swung at her leg with her searing arm. Brooke jerked back, desperate to avoid that terrible touch and tumbled to the ground, heels wildly impractical in the sand.
“Don’t be such a bitch Avery!” Brooke complained, pulling herself up. “Come on guys, help me out!”
With a shrug, Tyler and Ethan stepped up to help, and the three of them kicked a screaming Avery towards the chemical fire, slow and careful to avoid spreading it to themselves. Her screams were fading, shock driving her towards unconsciousness, but there was a moment when she was kicked partially into the blaze and woke right back up as her relatively untouched front made partial contact with the gel.
Hands clamped on their ears, Brooke and the two boys gave one final kick and rolled their poor friend fully into the blaze, and the five survivors watched as she bubbled in the intense heat, Sarah still capturing it for posterity.
Coughing at the fumes, the five friends stepped away to a relatively clear spot just as a blaring horn blasted the beach, and everyone turned to the stage. Above, all the crates were empty, all contents released.
The DJ, blood spattered across her face raised her arms and shouted into her microphone.
“Congratulations survivors! Beach Break has officially begun! Make sure to check out the online program for the scheduled activities, there’s so much awesome stuff to do, be sure to plan your week accordingly. And a helpful tip, make sure to get your bucket list finished ASAP! Leave it too late, and you might be too dead!”
She laughed.
“Volunteers will be around all week wearing red pins, make sure to let them know if you find” —she made sarcastic quotation fingers on that word— “any bodies outside of the official events. We’re trying to avoid any rotting corpses, so body boys will be out collecting the dead and wounded for disposal. Be nice to them, remember that while yes, all laws have been relaxed for the week, if we lose too many helpers, we’ll have to conscript you guys to clean up! So be nice!”
“Annnd, posted!” Sarah exclaimed later, as the group trudged back to their hotel, holding her phone out for the others to see. She’d just posted the video of them kicking Avery into the fire onto her social media.
“Oh man,” Tyler complained, watching the video. “My hair looks awful in that. Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“You know,” Brooke said, leaning against her twin brother. “Now your girlfriend is ash, you’re going to be so lonely in your big empty hotel bed.”
“Yeah,” Tyler said. “Kinda sucks she died so soon. We had some, um, stuff we wanted to experiment with.”
“Yeah?” Brook said with a grin. “I mean, Ethan and I were talking, and well, we like experimenting too, and if there’s no laws, well, that means no incest laws either…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Gross,” Sarah said with a laugh, then paused, a thought occurring to her.
“Can I film it?”
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading! Any suggestions for what could be on the week's program?