It was one of those moments where everything stopped, a pause as the crowd became aware of me and grew silent, the proverbial you could hear a pin drop, I walked very deliberately to a couch and sat down next to Cindy James, a tall redheaded stoner chick I had an occasional thing with, grabbed a beer of the table in front of me and took a drink. The crowd erupted back into laugher and Lainie back into screams. The Skinhead fucked the bottle back into her a few dozen times, yanked it out and handed it off to a dark haired little gypsy looking girl I could not remember having seen before, she opened it, took the cum and blood coated neck of the bottle in her mouth like a cock and lewdly cleaned it, then threw back the bottle and took a swig. The Bottle was passed around in a spur of the moment perverse ritual, with everyone taking a sip and passing it on. Finally the bottle came back to the skinhead boy, who took a sip and then poured the rest of it, about half a cup or so over her tits and face. "OooooGad! Let me go, you've done enough, I just wanna get out of here, Ill never come back, I swear!" she pleaded. Lainie was more or less sober now, terror and pain can do that to ya, get ya straight real fast. The folk holding her down let her go and the skinhead walked away, Lainie curled up on the table in a little ball and it might have ended right there for her except for the little dark haired Gypsy lookin girl.