Red snatched up the mostly finished wine bottle from the desk and shoved me unceremoniously head first into the bottle neck. My arms pinned at my sides and my new blue fairy-wings trapped against my back, I was stuck like some sort of wine-stopper. My naked lower body stuck up, kicking uselessly at nothing. The air in the bottle was rich with alcoholic fumes. At my current size, it wouldn't take much wine to get me drunk.
Before I could even attempt to start wiggling free, Red lifted the bottle to his lips and upended it. I felt his breath on my neither regions as the wine sloshed down to drown me. I held my breath as the red wine slowly trickled through the crevices between my body and the bottle neck. It slid across my nakedness and trickled from my legs and penis.
I felt Red's mouth engulf my smooth legs dripping with wine. His warm tongue lapped at my defenseless privets. He was ferocious. Sucking and licking and driving me mad with lust while at the same time drowning me in wine.
Finally he turned the bottle again and I hung back upside down gasping for breath in the wine fuming air. I could already feel the alcohol getting to me.
Red's finger pressed against my butt, pushing me further into the bottle. Then when only my legs were sticking out, he pushed them too. Pushed me all the way in. I splashed into the shallow pool of red wine.
I got direly to my feet, almost waste high in the wine. The only way out was directly above. Like looking up from inside a deep well. Smooth glass all the way to that tight exit. I tried my wings, but it was hopeless. Even if I knew how to fly with them they were worse than useless now that they were sticky with wine. Outside I saw Red smiling through the green tinted glass. I banged in vain against my confinement. It just amused Red even more.
“How does it feel to be trapped? Not fun, is it?” His voice sounded far away through the alcohol haze and the glass.
“I never did anything like this to you!” It was so unfair.
“You're already so drunk you can hardly stand,” Red mocked. “You sure are a light weight. What will happen when you fall over? When you faint? Are you going to drown in the wine?” He was right. If I stayed here too long, I wouldn't be able to keep myself above the surface of the wine, even though it only reached my upper thighs.
Red wobbled the bottle a little with a slight push. It was more than enough to make me loose my balance. I fell over, splashing into the wine. I came up gasping and tried to find my footing again, but every time I did, Red tilted the bottle a little again and I kept falling over. It was hard to just keep my head above the surface enough to breath. And I was getting drunker and drunker with every minute. And he just kept toying with me.
I couldn't take it any more. I started to beg. That's what he wanted, right? For me to beg. He didn't really intent do murder me like this, did he!? I was too drunk to think straight.
Finally, he seemed board and moved away. Through the distortion of the green glass and my drunken vision, I wasn't sure where he'd gone. Had he left me here to die!?