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Writer: Regis
Subject: SPIN THE BOTTLE
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Spin the Bottle
Francine was totally pissed off when she saw her boss showing the mail clerk, Lacie, how to use the computer in the next cubicle. She had applied for the new job herself, wanting to learn computers instead of pushing a pencil all day, checking incoming orders before passing them on to the computer people to enter the data.
As well as prestige, the computer job paid better and had a better future. Francine had worked here longer than Lacie and had even had sex with the boss several times to make up for some stupid errors. She’d had lots of similar experiences with other bosses, who required her to fuck to keep her job.
Francine wasn’t stupid, but this particular job was sometimes complicated, and the boss was willing to forget about her mistakes if she fucked him. It was no big deal, really, because she had got through school every term since grade four by putting her cunt to good use with male teachers.
This new kid, Lacie, just out of school, had taken a computer course in grade ten, which hardly qualified her for a job this important. That hot little bitch had only been in the mailroom for three months and had probably let the boss screw her in the private interview, just to get the good job.
Francine wasn’t just guessing; she had seen twenty different girls going into the stock room, where there was a cot in the back where he took his afternoon naps, but she knew for a fact that was where he got into whoever he wanted to. After all, he was the fucking boss.
That was just how things always worked in this big regional distribution office. The six managers had all the tail they could manage, whenever they wanted it. They never used protection and fired any girl who started to grow a belly. That meant a high rate of turnover, with lots of fresh young pussy hired every month.
Francine waited for Lacie by the time clock after work, and told her they were invited to a great party the next night at the Long Bottle Bar. Lacie, wanting to celebrate her new job, was in.
“It’s free drinks for any girls willing to play Spin the Bottle!” Francine told the eighteen-year-old rookie.
With their low wages, free drinks made anything worthwhile. Some girls earned free beer by getting up on the bar, taking off their panties, and squatting over a long-necked beer bottle so that it ran up into her cunt. The best at it were able to take a shit while fucking the bottle, which made them popular.
Every night, Jake, the owner, would select a girl and allow her to get naked, so guys could climb onto and fuck her on the bar. They often got pregnant, so he added a service, giving them a free abortion if they held on for four months. Most strapped their bellies in, but some let it grow.
Abortion shows were popular, but from time to time, a girl would go to full term, and then get induced, so she could give birth on the bar with a crowd cheering her on. In this case, they would give themselves a post-partum abortion by killing their emerging sprog with a butcher knife.
Lacie was excited that Francine had invited her to go there as her guest. They met the next night at the nearest bus stop to the bar and walked the last three blocks, giving Francine enough time to earn the trust of her unexpected rival. The cunt was hers, and she was going to do the bitch good.
The bouncer saw the two classy-looking girls in their micro-minis and spike-heeled shoes, and let them in ahead of others lined up to get in. Hot ladies were in demand, and when he spotted some, he always got them in first, which drew more guys with fat wallets.
Inside, Francine met up with her friend Joe, who took them through the crowd to the private back room where the real party was going. Little did Lacie know that Francine had organized it all, letting her friends know that she was going to beat the crap out of a girl from work.
They all loved a good bitch fight, particularly when one of the girls was not aware she was going to take a horrendous thrashing. In this town, fighting was popular, mostly with nude male cockfights, but brawling bitches was also a regular form of entertainment at the bars, and they all had private rooms where guys or girls could get it on in front of their friends.
After the girls had enjoyed a couple of drinks, giving the dozen people present time to size up Francine and the new victim she had brought to fight, Joe grabbed the collar of Lacie’s blouse from behind and suddenly jerked it down hard, ripping the thin garment off her.
“We want you and Francine naked tonight,” he told the enraged bitch, “Because we thought it would be fun if you two had a friendly little fight tonight. But first, we need to determine how good you are at a special form of Spin the Bottle.”
His hand immediately slipped under the strap of her bra, and with an equally hard yank, he momentarily bulged her breasts with the force of the move until the material split, and her breasts were set free. Lacie was mortified that this stranger was taking such liberties with her.
She screamed as he lifted her onto the table, grabbed the crotch of her tiny panties and just as easily jerked them off her, destroying them in the process, as he had her bra. She now sat naked, with everyone in this backroom getting a good look at her fully exposed assets.
“Don’t worry, kid, we’re just getting you ready for a special game of Spin the Bottle.”
“That’s not how it’s played!” Lacie stammered.
“We have our own rules for the game, and I think you’ll find them interesting!”
He went to the bar and brought forward an empty Galliano bottle. With its long, slender neck and tapered shape, it was fourteen inches long.
“We’ll all take a turn twisting and spinning this until it’s completely buried in that pretty little quim of yours!”
Lacie was startled. She was a good girl, almost a virgin, except for the job interview with the boss yesterday, where she had to put out, and was shocked that her most private parts had been put on open display to everyone there. The threat of putting a bottle into her womb was outrageous.
The party was just getting started, and these guys and girls were getting very nasty. What had Francine been thinking in bringing her here? Joe grabbed her arms from behind, and a couple of the women grabbed her legs, pulling them wide apart. She struggled but was held fast.
“Do you want to warm her up before we put it in?” Joe asked Francine.
“You bet!” Francine said.
She had already stripped off her clothes and stood naked, except for her spike-heeled shoes. She made a fist with her right hand, waved it in front of Lacie’s face, displaying the large rings she had worn for the occasion. It became clear to Lacie that she was a troublesome bitch.
Francine suddenly drove her fist as hard as she could into the bulging meat of the restrained girl’s neatly trimmed pubic mound. Lacie couldn’t believe how much that punch hurt, and before she could recover, the punch was repeated with increased force.
Lacie squealed at the pain. The blow had been so hard that she had felt her internal gonads impacted. Another five quick lefts smashed into her vagina, distorting and reddening the pretty cunt and bringing laughter from the people watching this unwarranted sexual abuse.
“Let’s get the bottle into her,” Joe said, and one of the young women put the head of the empty bottle against the swollen lips of Lacie’s battered cunt.
She slid it up and down the female slot, teasing the hood of her clitoris before wiggling the cool glass shaft downward.
The bitch put some pressure on the bottle, parting the delicate inner lips until she reached the base of Lacie’s organ, then, without warning, thrust hard on the bottle. In an instant, the improvised weapon had burst through the young woman’s tight entry with such force that it ripped the tender lips.
A lubricated penis was one thing, but a dry bottle was quite another. The torn flesh leaked blood, which served to lubricate the invading bottle’s tapered neck. The slick glass slid in until the spreading width jammed in the stretched opening of the young girl’s pretty cock holster.
“Okay, we’re ready for spin the bottle. Who’s first?” Joe said.
Francine grabbed the bottle and gave it a twist, pushing hard and moving the bottle an inch deeper into Lacie. Others stood in line, and the guys and girls took turns until no progress was made because the open mouth of the narrow bottle pressed against the pad of the screaming girl’s uterus, its open top kissing the girl’s cervix.
Lacie panicked and struggled with all her might. She knew enough about her body to know that fourteen inches would take the long neck of the tall bottle right up through her cervix into her uterus! This was really serious, and she was sure she was going to be badly hurt.
To contain her movement, two of the guys grabbed Lacie’s arms, allowing Joe to go to work with the bottle. With the neck inserted so deep it pressed against her uterus, there were eight inches of the tapered glass shaft engulfed in her womb, but another six inches, the widest part of the long bottle, still outside her vestibule.
Joe grabbed it in his powerful fist and angled it around, probing until he felt the neck catch on the dimple of her cervix. The tiny opening was far too small and tight to accept the glass neck, but Joe knew how to change that. He twisted the bottle and then rapidly pumped on it, hammering at the small opening until it gradually yielded.
“Let me!” Francine yelled, and Joe let her work the bottle, twisting it to screw it into the inner organ.
Francine thrilled in the screams she drew from the restrained young bitch, and watched with delight as she gradually worked it in deeper and deeper, as far as she could manage.
At last, it was wedged so tight she could not move it. There were still three inches showing, which meant it had infiltrated the screaming victim’s uterus by three inches. The organ would be severely strained to take the remainder, but that was the object of this nefarious game.
The biggest and strongest of the men present took over the work with the bottle, and Francine was impressed at how successful the powerful man was in driving it home in the womb of the prostrate nude. He pushed it so hard that the opening of her vagina closed over the end.
She had, outside her control, entirely engulfed the large bottle inside her cunt. Now, the gripping ring of her vestibule that gave such joy to a man as it grasped the base of his penis during copulation served to hold the bottle inside her. Joe and the others holding Lacie released her.
She lay still, screaming at the pain of the monstrous intrusion. Joe took an ice bucket with most of the ice melted and threw the water over her. That did what he wished. She stopped screaming and sat up.
“Okay, bitch,” Joe said, “Francine invited you and the rest of us here tonight because she wanted to have a little scrap with you, and maybe reshape your face or something. I don’t really know why she’d want to do that, unless it’s something personal, because your face looks fine to me just the way it is.”
Lacie knew what he was talking about. She had taken part in a couple of semi-organized bar fights and had won them both, but she had chosen younger and less experienced opponents. In a bar fight, there are absolutely no rules, no restraints, and they can get quite vicious.
That is exactly what the spectators expect, and it is crazy to go against their wishes. In the toughest bar in town, if the girls fighting got wrestling on the floor and it got boring, the others watching would stand them both up and break one girl’s arm with a tyre iron to tilt the playing field.
Once they’d done that, it always got more interesting, with a guaranteed loser. With this huge bottle filling her womb and abdomen, Lacie hoped they would break Francine’s arm tonight, to give her a fighting chance. She would need all the help she could get against this older, stronger fighter.
As it now stood, things were not looking good for her. She jumped down off the table and couldn’t believe the shock she received on hitting the floor. The bottle in her womb attacked her uterus, striking first one side then the other. This was outrageous! Francesca squared to face her.
Both girls were in great shape, with outstanding figures and full breasts that would make any woman proud. In her heels, the only thing she wore, Lacie, the younger girl, stood five feet four and weighed one hundred and five pounds. Francine stood five feet ten and weighed one hundred and forty pounds.
In her case, it was all muscle! As Francine raised her fists, Lacie saw the big rings she wore on all of her fingers.
Lacie wore only a little pinkie ring. Where was the tyre iron to take out one of Francine’s arms? Francine moved forward and took a swing. Lacie managed to dodge it, and as the big arm swung past her, she drove a fist in an uppercut into the bigger girl’s right breast.
The blow was impressive, slapping the full mammary up into her shoulder. Francine brought a knee up suddenly into Lacie’s groin, smashing the already buried bottle even deeper into her abdomen. The pain was incredible. This had the same effect as kicking a man in the balls.
Lacie jerked up out of her crouch, and Francine landed a metal-laden fist squarely on her nose, smashing the cartilage. Blood spurted from the nostrils in a crimson spray that splashed onto the top of her breasts, and Lacie opened her mouth both to breathe and to scream.
This was not a good start. In a bar fight, the audience always picked a winner early, then did what they could to ensure her success. Lacie was not looking at all like a winner with her nose smashed, and the betting turned against her, as the people watching favored winners.
Just then, a right cross caught Lacie on the side of the cheek, and a powerful left caught her right eye, the big rings cutting her to the bone. She did the unexpected and kicked her shoe as hard as she could at Francine’s cunt, driving the pointed toe of her shoe deep into the exposed organ.
It wedged tight, and she had to pull her foot out of the shoe to maintain her balance. She swung her fists at Francine’s big tits, bouncing them severely, but took several reciprocal blows to her breasts that cut them deeply as the rings dug troughs of flesh from her boobs.
Lacie found it hard to balance with one shoe off, so she kicked again at the exposed cunt with her other foot, and the blow was so hard that it drove the other shoe in beside the first, so that now both were jammed in the distended organ, with the long heels pointing toward the back like twin tails.
She jerked her foot free and was now completely barefoot, with better balance. At the instant her foot hit the floor, a ringed fist smashed into her temple, and she saw stars. Before she could respond, another fist caught her jaw on the opposite side, driving it sideways and unhinging it.
Now a fist struck her square on the front of the face, and she felt both of her upper front teeth break loose. Lacie quickly spat out a spray of blood with bits of teeth as a fourth punch in the series caught her eye, and the swelling rapidly increased, shutting off her vision on that side.
She swung out in desperation and caught a glancing blow on a large, firm breast with her fist, and her pinky ring chipped the nipple. Francine bellowed in outrage, and Joe moved in.
“It looks like our Francine is ready for the next stage, with a round of Split the Bottle!”
He grabbed Lacie by the arms from behind and drove his knee up against her tailbone, forcing her groin forward. This presented her gaping glass-stuffed cunt beautifully.
“With a little assistance, Francine should be able to shard the glass inside you, sweetie!”
Lacie screamed. With her good eye, she saw one of the girls hand Francine a small sledgehammer. This brawl was way out of control. Francine wore an evil grin that told her she could expect no mercy. She was going to destroy her reproductive system, a woman’s best asset.
“Let’s see how effective this hammer’s gonna be!” Francine said.
She swung it at Lacie’s damaged right breast, and it hit so hard that the fatty meat was squashed flat, and everyone could hear two ribs beneath it crack. A woman’s breasts were not meant to be hit by a sledgehammer.
The breast rebounded when the hammer bounced off it, but the nipple was crushed, bleeding, and the circle around where the steel head had hit was deep red.
“We’re gonna have to even things out,” she said, and swung at the other breast with identical results.
“This is a terrific rib-popper,” Francine said, and smashed the hammer into Lacie’s side below her raised arm, and with that one blow, three ribs snapped.
Repeated heavy blows on both sides produced devastating results to the young lady’s upper structure.
The final blow was so hard that the steel hammer crushed her side, broke through the side of her rib cage and was buried in the side of Lacie’s chest so that she was barely able to breathe, let alone scream. The handle stuck out of her side at a crazy angle, like a third arm.
“Damn,” Joe said with a grin, “You’ve messed her up so much I think we’re gonna have to off the little bitch.”
Everyone in the room, all of them Francine’s friends, with none favoring Lacie, cheered. The way things y were going to be treated to a cunt killing! Francine was going to waste Lacie! What a great party this was proving to be!
Francine drove the hammer into the fully displayed young girl’s navel, behind which was the neck of the bottle. She landed several blows in the same place, knowing from the incredibly increased pain Lacie was experiencing that she was cracking the neck inside her uterus.
Then she went to work on the restrained girl’s lower belly, smashing the hammer into the layer of girl-meat between the skin and the glass that, by the third blow, everyone heard the sound of glass smashing inside the devastated Lacie. Blood gushed from the damaged cunt, and Francine knew she had completed her work.
She threw the sledgehammer in the air in jubilation, and everyone laughed when it came down on the top of Lacie’s skull.
“That’s the perfect target, Frannie,” he said.
She agreed, picked up the mallet from the floor, and, swinging the bloodied weapon high over her head, was inspired to kill.
She brought the weapon down with such force on the dazed girl’s head that it smashed right through the top of her skull. Blood and brains splashed out with the force of the blow. The kill was complete. This scheming little cunt, Lacie, was not going to have her job!
Francine painfully pulled the shoes out of her vagina, then bent forward over a table. Joe dropped the battered body of the young loser and then opened his fly. His erection bobbed as he spread the victor’s buttocks, spit on her rectum, and then forcefully thrust his shaft into the depths of her colon.
This was the standard conclusion for a total defeat of her enemy. He thrust rapidly and deeply no more than a dozen times, and then bellowed as he ejaculated into her depths. This was not about sex or enjoyment, but instead it was all about total dominance of the killer cunt.
He jerked his penis out of her and stood aside for the other men to take their turns, mastering the top bitch in the room. This was how every game of Spin the Bottle should end. It had proved to be another fucking success, with a violent cunt-kill, and satisfying gang buggery of the victor.
THE END