The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting drugged and raped. I don’t know why- maybe I was afraid he would think I was a... pervert, or maybe I was just afraid of my fantasy coming true. Either way, it took a whole lot of courage and a bottle of Chablis one Saturday night for me to let it slip. He didn’t say much why I told him, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on by the idea. After that, the idea came up every now and then. Whether it was. Scott said he would do everything himself. He was undressing me slowly, very slowly, taking his time and teasing me. I couldn’t wait for the action to be begin. I was itching for it to begin. He pulled off my panties. I had a strong feeling that if he didn’t fuck me right that very second I would simply die of desire. I was begging him to screw me but he slapped my pussy lightly and said: “I told ya to sit still.” His fingers touched my clit. I was shivering with lust. He started caressing me.. "I will."I moved quickly, too quickly for the first of the girls, grabbing her by the neck I pulled her backwards until she was far enough from the bed, turned her over and pointed the blade between the cheeks of her bottom.The suddenness of the impact took the stuffing out of her and grabbed the attention for a second of the other three enabling Anne to get into the slightly crouched position of a knife fighter. She tossed the knife from hand to hand totally unconcerned about how far her skirt. “Are you ready?” she asked him, more to calm him than to get an answer.Again he surprised her, giving a flick of his tail in reply.“Ok here goes.” she said, and ripped the bolt out quick.He lashed out, not at her, but at anything he could. She jerked back out of the way just in time to avoid his snapping jaws. She waited a moment before moving back in to calm him, which she did fairly easily.“It’s ok, this will make it better.” she said as she pulled out three glass vials, one with a pale.