"Looks like you really are a little bitch."Something broke and turned inside my mind. I knew that I was now on the other side of a divide that I would...never cross back over. The thrusting stopped. I tried to push back against him to regain the feeling."Beg me for it bitch. You want it, you gotta ask for it."It wasn't out of fear now, it was out of twisted desire. "Fuck me, Jesus God please fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. Fill me with your cock..." He started fucking me again, hard and deep. "RED! RED! RED!".I hadn't noticed in my struggles that we had moved into the room until he shoved me, sending me staggering across the room to collapse against the single queen bed, his body shadowing mine, on top of me before I could take that one deep, beautiful breath, his hands gripping me under the shoulders and tossing and flipping me onto the bed. I saw a flash of silver and froze, terror rising in me as I saw knife, a big, wicked looking thing, and felt cool steel against my throat,. There were a few more guys in this one, maybe about six total, but none in the back row. As soon as I sat down two guys got up and came behind me. It was the same as before, one would come up and ask me to blow him, and he'd feed me his cock, cum and leave. I blew another four guys in this manner before an older fella walked in and came and sat beside me. He started chatting with me and soon I felt his hand creeping up my thigh towards my crotch. He was soon groping my dicklette and whispered. “Der is sumptin very wrong with dat door!” she murmured. We descended the stairs in silence. Coming around the corner to enter the living room, she and I seemed to have stumbled onto a most erotic scene. Although the charge in the air was absent, it had left it's mark on the two remaining guests. Glued to the door frame, I could do nothing other than watch as Odin, my playful friend, turned into the sex machine he was known for. Shirtless, he had Marie bent backward over the table. Her perfect.