You are now aware that in the book an 11 year old girl gets willingly fucked by all the boys and comes twice...

You are now aware that in the book an 11 year old girl gets willingly fucked by all the boys and comes twice. It's very descriptive

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At least she doesnt fuck Pennywise.

hhhhhwhat??
is that true? i need to know...for science...

Just read the book? Newfag. I read that book when I was 12. In one week. Mexicunts stole our TV, That passed the time.

yes, everyone who's been in contact with the book is aware of the 10 y/o gangbang

youtu.be/7ICjou3_eHo
Here is the scene that didn't make it to the movie

Yes, it's true.
Spoiler: Ben was the girthiest. (forget how2spoiler)

Why is everyone calling it a gangbang? AS gangbag denotes everyone fucking each other's brains out at the same time. They just quietly wait their turn and fuck her one after the other. It's nicely written, especially when the fat kid nearly ruins her with his monster cock

Fucking virgin, it was a gangbang, albeit a civilized one. One might also call it a train. Everyone on everyone is an orgy. Get your shit straight.

Great movie though

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The original or the new one?
I imagine the new one has Bev calling rape and all the boys getting raped in prison after given castration hormones. Doesn't sound too far fetched for S.K. these days.

>yfw the train scene is suddenly controversial on purpose to advertise the film

Damn dude. That's CP. You gotta warn people before they click that shit. Now I'm on the no fly list, motherfucker!

I don't think you know whats what. His stuff has always been controversial up until The Stand. After that,Shawshank and The Green Mile, he finally became a "respected artist". He also lost his touch as an artist.

that's a big fucking forehead

That scene isn't in the new movie.

That fuck is too laid back and suave, not maniacal and savage.

It was controversial, yeah, but only those that read fiction on a regular basis knew about it. The orgy was relevant to the plot, but it's being pushed so hard (no pun intended) to further gain more attention to the movie.

It's great publicity because of how taboo it is.

>boys getting raped in prison
Sleepers is a good movie

Hmm, this all makes me very uncomfortable.

>the orgy was relevant to the plot
wat
pls explain

I'm seriously surprised it's not implied and theentire story goes SJW after that.

Anyone got a link? I'm genuinely wondering how much detail it goes into

They got lost in the sewers and by fucking them Beverly helped them regain their focus.

and bizarrely enough., no-one's calling for SK to go to jail.

If written CP is ok,. maybe Tasha's brother could go to print?

They figured out that Pennywise was tormenting them because they were children. They reckjoned if they lost their virginity he'd leave them alone - or something

>if they lost their virginity he'd leave them alone
That's bullshit. They had already defeated Pennywise for the first time at that point. They just didn't know how to get out of the sewers and panicked so Bev tried to calm them down.

sounds like an incorrect multiple choice option

Eddie comes to her first, because he is the most frightened. He comes to her not as her friend of that summer, or as her brief lover now, but the way he would have come to his mother only three or four
years ago, to be comforted; he doesn’t draw back from her smooth nakedness and at first she doubts if he even feels it. He is trembling, and although she holds him the darkness is so perfect that
even this close she cannot see him; except for the rough cast he might as well be a phantom.
“What do you want?” he asks her.
“You have to put your thing in me, ” she says.
He tries to pull back but she holds him and he subsides against her. She has heard someone—Ben, she thinks—draw in his breath.
“Bevvie, I can’t do that. I don’t know how—”
“I think it’s easy. But you’ll have to get undressed.” She thinks about the intricacies of managing cast and shirt, first somehow separating and then rejoining them, and amends, “Your pants, anyway.”
“No, I can’t!” But she thinks part of him can, and wants to, because his trembling has stopped and she feels something small and hard which presses against the right side of her belly.
“You can,” she says, and pulls him down. The surface beneath her bare back and legs is firm, clayey, dry. The distant thunder of the water is drowsy, soothing. She reaches for him. There’s a
moment when her father’s face intervenes, harsh and forbidding
(I want to see if you’re intact)

that's even stupider
a kid losing his/her virginity would completely be focused on THAT instead of finding a way out

haven't read it, this is just what I heard

and then she closes her arms around Eddie’s neck, her smooth cheek against his smooth cheek, and as he tentatively touches her small breasts she sighs and thinks for the first time This is Eddie
and she remembers a day in July—couldit only have been last month?—when no one else turned up in the Barrens but Eddie, and he had a whole bunch of Little Lulu comic books and they read
together for most of the afternoon, Little Lulu looking for beebleberries and getting in all sorts of crazy situations, Witch Hazel, all of those guys. It had been fun.
She thinks of birds; in particular of the grackles and starlings and crows that come back in the spring, and her hands go to his belt and loosen it, and he says again that he can’t do that; she tells
him that he can, she knows he can, and what she feels is not shame or fear now but a kind of triumph.
“Where?” he says, and that hard thing pushes urgently against her inner thigh.
“Here,” she says.
“Bevvie, I’ll fall on you!” he says, and she hears his breath start to whistle painfully.
“I think that’s sort of the idea, ” she tells him and holds him gently and guides him. He pushes forward too fast and there is pain.
Ssssss!—she draws her breath in, her teeth biting at her lower lip and thinks of the birds again, the spring birds, lining the roofpeaks of houses, taking wing all at once under low March clouds.
“Beverly?” he says uncertainly. “Are you okay?”
“Go slower,” she says. “It’ll be easier for you to breathe.” He does move more slowly, and after awhile his breathing speeds up but she understands this is not because there is anything wrong with
him.

That's how it is in the book. One of them (I don't remember which one) was supposed to keep track of where they're going but he fucks up and they all panic. After the orgy he suddenly remembers.

The pain fades. Suddenly he moves more quickly, then stops, stiffens, and makes a sound—some sound. She senses that this is something for him, something extraordinarily special, something
like ... like flying. She feels powerful: she feels a sense of triumph rise up strongly within her. Is this what her father was afraid of? Well he might be! There was power in this act, all right, a chain-breaking power that was blood-deep. She feels no physical pleasure, but there is a kind of mental ecstasy in it for her. She senses the closeness. He puts his face against her neck and she holds him
He’s crying. She holds him. And feels the part of him that made a connection between them begin to fade. It is not leaving her, exactly; it is simply fading, becoming less.
When his weight shifts away she sits up and touches his face in the darkness.
“Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Whatever it is. I don’t know, exactly.”
He shakes his head—shefeels it with her hand against his cheek.

>it's being pushed so hard (no pun intended) to further gain more attention to the movie.
I haven't heard such. Then again I'm pretty much only on the 4chin. I don't really doubtit but I wonder when the sjw backlash is coming. Perhaps they fit it into their narrative somehow.
The power of the circle. Typed more but you'll have to read it and if you don't get it then, you've been fucked all your life.

“I don’t think it was exactly like ... you know, like the big boys say. But it was ... it was really something. He speaks low so the others can’t hear. ”I love you, Bevvie.”
Her consciousness breaks down a little there. She’s quite sure there’s more talk, some whispered, some loud, and can’t remember what is said. It doesn’t matter. Does she have to talk each of them
into it all over again? Yes, probably. But it doesn’t matter. They have to be talked into it, this essential human link between the world and the infinite, the only place where the bloodstream touches
eternity. It doesn’t matter. What matters is love and desire. Here in this dark is as good a place as any. Better than some, maybe.
Mike comes to her, then Richie, and the act is repeated. Now she feels some pleasure, dim heat in her childish unmatured sex, and she closes her eyes as Stan comes to her and she thinks of the
birds, spring and the birds, and she sees them, again and again, all lighting at once, filling up the winter-naked trees, shockwave riders on the moving edge of nature’s most violent season, she sees
them take wing again and again, the flutter of their wings like the snap of many sheets on the line, and she thinks: A month from now every kid in Derry Park will have a kite, they’ll run to keep the strings
from getting tangled with each other. She thinks again: This is what flying is like.
With Stan as with the others, there is that rueful sense of fading, of leaving, with whatever they truly need from this act—some ultimate—close but as yet unfound.
“Did you?” she asks again, and although she doesn’t know exactly what “it” is, she knows that he hasn’t.
There is a long wait, and then Ben comes to her.
He is trembling all over, but it is not the fearful trembling she felt in Stan.

“Beverly, I can’t,” he says in a tone which purports to be reasonable and is anything but.
“You can too. I can feel it.”
She sure can. There’s more of this hardness; more of him. She can feel it below the gentle push of his belly. Its size raises a certain curiosity and she touches the bulge lightly. He groans against
her neck, and the blow of his breath causes her bare body to dimple with goosebumps. She feels the first twist of real heat race through her—suddenlythe feeling in her is very large; she recognizes
that it is too big
(and is he too big, can she take that into herself?)
and too old for her, something, some feeling that walks in boots. This is like Henry’s M-80s, something not meant for kids, something that could explode and blow you up. But this was not the place
or time for worry; here there was love, desire, and the dark. If they didn’t try for the first two they would surely be left with the last.
“Beverly, don’t—”
“Yes.”
“I ... ”
“Show me how to fly,” she says with a calmness she doesn’t feel, aware by the fresh wet warmth on her cheek and neck that he has begun to cry. “Show me, Ben.”
“No ...”
“If you wrote the poem, show me. Feel my hair if you want to, Ben. It’s all right. ”
“Beverly ... I ... I ...”
He’s not just trembling now; he’s shaking all over. But she senses again that this ague is not all fear—partof it is the precursor of the throe this act is all about. She thinks of
(the birds)
his face, his dear sweet earnest face, and knows it is not fear; it is wanting he feels, a deep passionate wanting now barely held in check, and she feels that sense of power again, something like
flying, something like looking down from above and seeing all the birds on the roofpeaks, on the TV antenna atop Wally’s, seeing streets spread out maplike, oh desire, right, this was something, it
was love and desire that taught you to fly.

To elaborate further- IT was the binding force for their group. In order to combat the monster they were bound together over various events of the summer. After they defeated the monster, the bond started to fade.
With the fading of the bond, the "magic" that allowed them to navigate to the monster's lair began to fade.
Beverly surmised that the bond was necessary for them to get back to safety and opted to bind them together through sex.
The scene is very much a transition from childhood belief in magic and monsters to something more mature.
It's also a group of boys running a train on a willing young girl.
It's an odd thing to be in the book, but I don't hate it being there.

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The power of friendship is one of the more obvious themes of the book. Nothing cements a friendship like a good old fashioned gang bang.

It's a horror story. It's meant to be fucked up and unnerving.

“Ben! Yes!” she cries suddenly, and the leash breaks.
She feels pain again, and for a moment there is the frightening sensation of being crushed. Then he props himself up on the palms of his hands and that feeling is gone.
He’s big, oh yes—the pain is back, and it’s much deeper than when Eddie first entered her. She has to bite her lip again and think of the birds until the burning is gone. But it does go, and she is
able to reach up and touch his lips with one finger, and he moans.
The heat is back, and she feels her power suddenly shift to him; she gives it gladly and goes with it. There is a sensation first of being rocked, of a delicious spiralling sweetness which makes her
begin to turn her head helplessly from side to side, and a tuneless humming comes from between her closed lips, this is flying, this, oh love, oh desire, oh this is something impossible to deny,
binding, giving, making a strong circle: binding, giving ... flying.
“Oh Ben, oh my dear, yes,” she whispers, feeling the sweat stand out on her face, feeling their connection, something firmly in place, something like eternity, the number 8 rocked over on its side. “I
love you so much, dear. ”
And she feels the thing begin to happen—something of which the girls who whisper and giggle about sex in the girls’ room have no idea, at least as far as she knows; they only marvel at how gooshy sex must be, and now she realizes that for many of them sex must be some unrealized undefined monster; they refer to the act as It.

That first sentence. Yep. I remember.

Would you do It, do your sister and her boyfriend do It, do
your mom and dad still do It, and how they never intend to do It; oh yes, you would think that the whole girls’ side of the fifth-grade class was made up of spinsters-to-be, and it is obvious to Beverly that
none of them can suspect this ... this conclusion, and she is only kept from screaming by her knowledge that the others will hear and think her badly hurt. She puts the side of her hand in her mouth
and bites down hard. She understands the screamy laughter of Greta Bowie and Sally Mueller and all the others better now: hadn’t they, the seven of them, spent most of this, the longest, scariest
summer of their lives, laughing like loons? You laugh because what’s fearful and unknown is also what’s funny, you laugh the way a small child will sometimes laugh and cry at the same time when a
capering circus clown approaches, knowing it is supposed to be funny ... but it is also unknown, full of the unknown’s eternal power.
Biting her hand will not stay the cry, and she can only reassure them—and Ben—by crying out her affirmative in the darkness.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Glorious images of flight fill her head, mixing with the harsh calling of the grackles and starlings; these sounds become the world’s sweetest music.
So she flies, she flies up, and now the power is not with her or with him but somewhere between them, and he cries out, and she can feel his arms trembling, and she arches up and into him, feeling
his spasm, his touch, his total fleeting intimacy with her in the dark. They break through into the lifelight together.

The Made of TV Pennywise wasnt even a character. It was played like a caricature of Bozo the Clown. I liked the new movie in a kind of throwback way but the original movie was total and complete shit even for a Stephan King made for tv movie. The langoliers was better acted, and THATS saying something

Then it is over and they are in each other’s arms and when he tries to say something—perhaps some stupid apology that would hurt what she remembers, some stupid apology like a handcuff, she
stops his words with a kiss and sends him away.
Bill comes to her.
He tries to say something, but his stutter is almost total now.
“You be quiet,” she says, secure in her new knowledge, but aware that she is tired now. Tired and damned sore. The insides and backs of her thighs feel sticky, and she thinks it’s maybe because
Ben actually finished, or maybe because she is bleeding. “Everything is going to be totally okay.”
“A-A-Are you shuh-shuh-shuh-hure?”
“Yes,” she says, and links her hands behind his neck, feeling the sweaty mat of his hair. “You just bet.”
“Duh-duh-does ih-ih ... does ih-ih-ih—”
“Shhh ...”
It is not as it was with Ben; there is passion, but not the same kind. Being with Bill now is the best conclusion to this that there could be. He is kind; tender; just short of calm. She senses his
eagerness, but it is tempered and held back by his anxiety for her, perhaps because only Bill and she herself realize what an enormous act this is, and how it must never be spoken of, not to anyone
else, not even to each other.
At the end, she is surprised by that sudden upsurge and she has time to think: Oh! It’s going to happen again, I don’t know if I can stand it—
But her thoughts are swept away by the utter sweetness of it, and she barely hears him whispering, “I love you, Bev, I love you, I’ll always love you” saying it over and over and not stuttering at all.
She hugs him to her and for a moment they stay that way, his smooth cheek against hers.

He withdraws from her without saying anything and for a little while she’s alone, pulling her clothes back together, slowly putting them on, aware of a dull throbbing pain of which they, being male, will
never know, aware also of a certain exhausted pleasure and the relief of having it over. There is an emptiness down there now, and although she is glad that her sex is her own again, the emptiness
imparts a strange melancholy which she could never express ... except to think of bare trees under a white winter sky, empty trees, trees waiting for blackbirds to come like ministers at the end of
March to preside over the death of snow.
She finds them by groping for their hands.
For a moment no one speaks and when someone does, it does not surprise her much that it’s Eddie. “I think when we went right two turns back, we shoulda gone left. Jeez, I knew that, but I was so
sweaty and frigged up—”
“Been frigged up your whole life, Eds,” Richie says. His voice is pleasant. The raw edge of panic is completely gone.
“We went wrong some other places too,” Eddie says, ignoring him, “but that’s the worst one. If we can find our way back there, we just might be okay.”
They form up in a clumsy line, Eddie first, Beverly second now, her hand on Eddie’s shoulder as Mike’s is on hers. They begin to move again, faster this time. Eddie displays none of his former
nervous care.
We’re going home, she thinks, and shivers with relief and joy. Home, yes. And that will be good. We’ve done our job, what we came for, now we can go back to just being kids again. And that will be
good, too.
As they move through the dark she realizes the sound of running water is closer.

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This guy gets it. It's S.K.'s signature. There really never is a definitive hero, just survivors, who most likely would probably be better off dead.

ALL S.K. adaptations are shit and you know it. The only ones worth a fuck are his screenplays that he most likely got a LOT of help on.

>tfw you will never be an adorable little girl getting your cunt torn apart by a train of boys and loving it

spoilers don't work on Sup Forums

Anybody know where in the book the gangbang scene is? I've got it somewhere in a box, but I never finished it.

In the 417 page PDF I just posted,. it's around pages 394/395

Fairly true. Though I did like Graveyard Shift, the new IT, to a smaller extent The Stand was fairly well acted

Yup, this.

One of his more recent books, Duma Key, is pretty much exactly like this. It was pretty decent - shows he's still got it imo

so the whole book was an excuse for SK to write about a kid gangbang
got it

Is that just the first half of the book? The actual book is a little over 1100 pages, and this happens somewhere near the end of the first "act"

The PDF is landscape and in an amazing small font

It's towards the very end of the novel, one of the last few chapters

Yes. You nailed it. Good job. Dvvt.

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>spoilers don't work on Sup Forums
no shit, I just forget how to drunkpost them on any ol board anyways lol

The new IT was fucking shit. That faggot looks like a juggalo that just got dropped off at the ICP show by his mom.

so i'm not the only one who likec RCT3 most

>this happens somewhere near the end of the first "act"
Not really, it happens towards the end of the book because the events are not told in a chronological order. In one chapter they defeat Pennywise as kids and in the next chapter they defeat It as adults.

If the new IT, heh... stands above The Stand, that's not too bad maybe. However, you little shit millenials have given billions to the box-offices lately for movies that should've never seen the light of the projector. I'll reserve my judgment till I see it.

Save your money user. It's trash just like every other remake.

bloody right. Zoo addon was a bit shit tho. too high-maintenance

MODS

What is it?

Figures. Fucking Hollywood always trying to relive the g(l)ory days only to shit on a lot of people's childhood.

you could shoot lions. it was ok. Soaked datadisk was awesome, though. Damn. i Need to instal that again

Id put the new IT below Graveyard Shift and above The Stand. Bill Skarsgard (however you spell his name) is no Gary Sinise for sure, but at the same time the rest of the acting in IT was far better than the supporting cast of The Stand

I dont get the people complaining about the new Pennywise though. Its as if they prefer the almost joke of a Bozo The Clown from the TV movie. Tim Curry murdered that entire movie but unfortunately left the art and makeup departments alive

I just downloaded the whole thing (with both add-ons) from TPB ages ago

Reading a book online is rough though. Print that shit out. It'll be easier.

>YouTube
>durr what is it guise
If u think it's porn u must be new

Stephen King in a nutshell

I think it's interesting the creative freedom authors get. You can pretty much do whatever you want. Hate speech, graphic murder, sex (of any kind), because the imagery is all apart of your imagination. If you didn't have the ability to think about it happening, then you wouldn't. So besides books being "banned", you really can write whatever you want. I think it's freeing, personally. To know I have zero censorship, no matter how mild I may make a piece, because I know my full story will be heard. There's something nice about that.

Side-note. You all read Catcher In The Rye in highschool. Holden fucks a prostitute and he's only like, 15. Chill. IT is meant to be an adult novel with adult themes. S.K. is a little fucked up.. sure...but hey. If he wants a gangbang in his book, let him. Skip the chapter if it disturbs you.

You mean they 'earned' your TV. It's current year.

IT is cool and all but I'm more interested in his banned Rage novel. It fucking caused mass shootings because dumb teenagers wanted to replicate it.

I just wanna read a good psychological thriller. But now I can't find the fucking book anywhere. Thanks, America.

Fuck that. Sick fucks shot up schools.
Rapers raped.
Murderers murdered.
Whatever "made them do it" is less of an issue than what led them to think it was ok.

Havent read the book in years but as a kid I distinctly remember seeing the word "jizz", and since it was before everyone had internet I asking someone what it meant... Thanks Stephen King.

it's pretty easy to find ebook. king himself was for taking it away.

And that's why I'm pissed I can't get my hands on that novel. It looks like a good fucking book.
Hell, I'm gonna be a director and make THIS S.K. novel a movie. I don't give a fuck how much he wanted to to "fall out of print because of all the people replicating it".

How do you know she didnt

stephen king is a massive pedo. All manner of weird shit in other books as well

Yeah I know. He made it fall out of print because he was tired of getting blamed for shootings. Lol

But ebooks suck. That's the only problem. Oh well. Guess it'll have to do.

It's not a gangbang, otherwise they'd all be on her at the same time, multiple people fucking one person simultaneously. And an orgy is as you say. Fucking virgin lolol top kek MEME

You caught the caveat. There USED to be creative freedom. There is no WAY anything that has those taboo themes will ever gain accolades and will gain much less attention. The only way the new IT movie is getting attention from it now is because it's based on a book from before the times of massively pressured PC. Not to mention there's always the fallback of it being horror and.. oh, yeah, it's Stephen King.

Yeah, I forgot. It was the '80's. We had a different way of speaking then. "Earned" my brand new NES too, lucky fucks. Cussed for the first time in front I my parents that day I was so mad. They forgave me that indiscretion.

That just seems fucking stupid. Also I bet while it's happening, every character has the same annoying internal monologue, like all of King's characters.

Kek

This

no, it's just bev recounting how they dry-cum and get limp inside her.

I'll agree to disagree on the definition of gangbang, however I'm inclined to follow your definition. Gangs are not civilized and I can hardly call what they did uncivilized.

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Stephen King is almost a meme now thanks to his movie adaptations. Lmao

The movie, or at least the book, haven't seen the new one yet, is legit about a bunch of kids being murdered. Probably the most disturbing thing someone can think of doing. A sex scene between teens or preteens or whatever is mild, to be honest, because it catches the reality of the naivity we all had at that age when it came to our first sexual encounter. Something we all experience almost but never talk about it. Why? Unless you're legit jacking off to that chapter, it's raw in a good, slice of life way.

Also, why does that fuck you up but kids getting murdered doesn't? Interesting.
And this is true. There's a reason why I'm sure the new movie is toned down. Do they really tear Georgies arm off and show him bleeding out in the gutter? Doubt it. But that's how the book explained it. Censorship has gone out of control in fear someone would get offended. Fuck that. Let creative freedom be. I hate that something graphic and truly scary can't be released now. Everyone's soft.

Read it above. She keeps repeating some weird shit about flying.

its... its u the hero of kvatch!

They show his arm ripped off and him bleeding out for a bit. The first 10 minutes is just about scene for scene of the book.

Haven't really followed anything of S.K. since I found out he rolled over on Rolland. I'd say it's not because the actor is black, but it is. The Rolland character has been put pen to paper in such an exacting way that it's a betrayal to all fans that he rolled like that. The wave of the hand that, "Oh, it's a new cycle" is so lazy and demeaning to anyone that stuck it out for 30 FUCKING YEARS to see that masterpiece published. FUCK! There were plenty of good actors to choose from, even the iconic Clint Eastwood son, but NO, have to tow the hollywood line and shake shit up. Now if they were to introduce Elba as a side plot with cameos of the original story, I'd be cool with that.

You are retarded. The guy said it was an illegal thing on YouTube.