Not For The Faint Of Heart

callie's fury burned brightly in her chest. she had to stay focused on it to ignore what else she felt. she'd bitten his hand when he'd forced the pill down her throat, her only defense with the way her hands were bound. the white oval had been so ambiguous she'd hadn't been able to guess what he was giving her. while he'd left her alone was unclear as well. perhaps he was impatient, and desired to come back when the effects had kicked in. she had no means of telling how long it had been. the walls of the room around her were bare concrete, the same as the floor beneath her, chilling her to the core. clothes had been torn off, leaving her in bra and panties, offering no chance of warmth. shivers racked callie's body as she kept brown eyes glued on the door at the top of the staircase. the one he had disappeared through. the man who had grabbed her as she walked down the sidewalk. it had happened so fast that her recollection was a bit hazy. one minute she had been on her way to work and the next she was shoved into the back of a van. limbs bound, mouth taped over. like in the movies. where he'd taken her she had no idea. she could feel the weight of the chain clasped to the collar around her neck, anchoring her to the spot. her neck had begun to ache from it. head rolled in a circle in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. anything to ignore the lust coursing through her veins. now she could put a name to it. it had to be one of new drugs that were causing a craze nation wide. a sex drug. able to cause feelings of extreme desire and heightened pleasure in anyone who took them. callie had no opinion on it. it sounded cool, but the pills were expensive. it meant that the average person wouldn't encounter them. the sound of the doorknob turning pulled the girl from her thoughts. hatred and rage twisted pretty features as she gazed upward, dreading his return.

The whispers throughout the streets called the new sex drug Heat. It originated from South America where it was known as Calor. It was nothing more than a myth to most people due to his ridiculous rarity. Fortunately for Javier, he was extremely well connected and was never the type to get his hands dirty to get what he wanted. There a reason he had gained infamy for being one of the largest drug kingpins. The cocaine game had grown tiresome so when he heard of Heat, he knew he had to get his hands on it. The name spoke for itself as the warmth that came with taking the drug would start slow and would become all consuming the longer it stayed within your system. Did he risk everything trying this new drug himself? Absolutely. It also granted him and insatiable, carnal lust that provided him the best orgasms he'd ever experienced in his life. The production wasn't perfect though and needed testing. It was one thing to take the drug willingly while anticipating the effects. The truest tests had to come from those who unknowingly took it to see how truly potent Calor was. Callie's kidnapping was just a matter of unfortunate timing for her. A pretty young thing at the wrong place during the wrong time. It wasn't premeditated but it didn't hurt that she was Javi's type. Javi returns to the basement Callie is being kept in, chained like some rabid animal. In fairness to him, the harsh bite she graced him with is more than enough reason for him to practice a little caution. If anything, her feistiness and willingness to fight back was only getting him more excited. The fiery girls often ended up to fuck better once the Heat overtook them. He'd be in more pain due to teeth than sunk into his now broken flesh but the aphrodisiac he took was all but numbing that now. "I hope you're ready to cooperate now." Javier calls out, a wicked grin tugged on his lips as is shut the door behind him. He places a bag down on the floor out of her reach before he begins to walk a perimeter around the brunette like a shark circling its meal. He'd experimented enough with the drug to know what kind of state she was likely in already. He swears he can just smell the lust radiating off her petite frame and its almost enough to make his mouth water. "You look...starved, little one." The older male takes his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take wrap his strong arms around her from behind and in his vice like hold. "And I have just what you're craving." Javier juts his hips forward just enough so that Callie can feel the menacing size of his covered cock press against her pert ass. His stubble ridden jawline tickles against the shell of her right earlobe as his free hand reaches around and caresses her toned stomach. Lower and lower it dips until he's slide past the band of her panties, calloused finger tips going to inspect exactly how wet her cunt is because of the drugs. "Pretty girl like you doesn't need to worry about anything anymore..."

Her throat barely accommodated him but she made it work, revealing the talents that an hour ago would have embarrassed her. But he was reaping the benefits so it was fine, right? Her dad wouldn't judge her for what she'd done in order to become the best little slut in the world. She knew her mother's skills were barely half of hers, probably, that God knows he needed Lydia; and she was determined to hear it. She took as much of his cock as she could, hollowed cheeks sucking on him until he pulsed. Lydia moaned around him, cunt beginning to nearly drip at the thought of feeling that pulse inside her. It made her let go, unable to tear herself from what she wanted most. She pulled Harley close again and rubbed his cock against her slick heat, moaned when the head brushed her clit. "Fuck," the blonde whimpered, voice barely above a whisper. "I need to feel you inside me."

Perhaps a better person wouldn't realized how truly heinous this scenario was. Maybe a sobering slap of guilt would bring him back to his senses but that simply wasn't Harley. Half committing to something was not in his DNA. Never was and never would be. The older male had taken the leap off the cliff and there was no looking back. If you took a look at that god damn Cheshire grin on his face, you'd swear this was simply the norm. "He likes you, little one." That soft cock she had been palming is throbbing to life. The ghost of a moan spills forth, eyes falling closed for a second as he can already feel the stick precum already starting to seep onto the soft fabric of his boxers. "Oh, is that what I'm supposed to do?" Harley offers her a raised brow as a little space is created between them. He can feel Lydia's arousal already coating the thick digits that had been petting her needy hole, even more so noticeable as he's pushed away from her. "So I definitely shouldn't want to taste how sweet my daughter's cunt is, right?" He shows off his fingers, shimmering with her pussy juice and without hesitation, places those digits in his mouth. Divine. Somehow, she's even sweeter than he'd imagined and his cock visibly jumps from his boxers as his tongue cleans off his fingers. "Maybe I'm fucking sick of trying to be what I 'should' be." Why waste the energy faking it with these sorry excuse for men she dates? Why go to bed blue balled and unsatisfied? "Why not come a little closer and see for yourself how much I fuckin' want....no, need this." Harley fingers slip into the front end of his boxer briefs so that he can push them down and free the heavy length. To say he was blessed was an understatement, his exposed cock now swaying menacingly between his legs. Impressively long and menacingly thick. Silently, he wondered if he'd even be able to fit inside her but it wasn't much of a worry. He'd make it fit regardless. His right hand takes hold of his uncut cock, the visceral sound of flesh stroking flesh slowly starting to fill the once silent room. "Does my pretty girl want a taste?" He pulls back on the foreskin of his manhood, the swollen, sensitive tip downright oozing with his own arousal.

It's like he was in her mind. His hand on her hip is all Lydia can feel. "Of course you can take care of me better than anyone else," she yells back, repeating the obvious. Her father was wealthy and hung like a god. He was handsome and smart, funny and strong. He's everything Lydia could ever want and more. Lydia looks up at him then, leaning further back until the door to his room closes. Her hand snakes behind her, locking it. "I don't want to be with him," Lydia admits. Her heartbeat thunders in her chest, Harley's fingers pressing into her harder. She nearly whimpers when his fingertips brush the skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt; and then she whispers the truth, embarrassed by it, knowing how pathetic it makes her look, "He's never made me come. He doesn't care. It's always about him." When she reaches for Harley's other hand, the blonde cries, "I always imagine it's you… when I have sex with him. It's the only way I enjoy it."

"But you've never liked him and I don't know how to change that!" Her father's issues with her boyfriend remain a point of contention; and in all honesty, Lydia isn't sure why she's even having this fight. She doesn't enjoy her boyfriend either, most of the time. Their sex is mediocre, he treats her like she's stupid, and quite frankly, his need to try and keep his thumb on her every movement was getting old. It was like he wanted to be her father, like both of the men in her life wanted the ultimate power and Lydia was only willing to give it to the one standing in front of her. "Do you want me to break up with him? Like I've done with every other boy? Am I just supposed to stay locked up in this house with you forever?"

"He doesn't deserve you." There's a tinge of betrayal that is wrapped within the words, muttered under his breath before he continues on. The slight hurt is replaced with anger that has been simmering below the surface. "You don't fucking need him!" Harley doesn't care that he's raising his voice now, even to risk waking the guy who is sleeping in the downstairs guest room. "Don't think I don't see the way he talks to you...under my own roof. I have a right mind to...." Harley bites on his tongue harshly and he swears he tastes the familiar coppery tones swim along his tastebuds. "A fucking little twerp like that wouldn't know even how to take care of you properly." Harley begins to close the distance between then, the difference in size between them only magnifying as he towers over the petite blonde. "As if being locked up with me would be so bad..." Despite himself, his can't help the way his gaze darkens, flickering up and down his own daughter as if he's a predator about to sink his teeth into its prey. "I could take care of you like no one else can. But you know this already, don't you?" He doesn't realize it until he looks down but his dominant right hand is extending forward, calloused fingertips digging into the flesh of her hip. "Look me in the eyes and tell me he makes you happy. Tell me how satisfied he keeps you. Just speak the truth and I'll let you go."

she'd heard them fighting through the walls. she'd tried not to –– but it was tricky, when only the thin wall separated her from their argument. she didn't care at the time, too busy getting dressed up to sneak out through her window. she had more important things to do, going out and partying, the very thing that had had her sent to live with her aunt and uncle in the first place. she was meant to be behaving, but even yazmin had managed to found a place for her to let her hair down despite being new to the area. night went past in a blur, drinks consumed, the fight long forgotten about as she made her way home. she was certain everyone would be deep in their sleep, and slipping in through the front door was easy when the guest bedroom that she called home was on the lower floor. she could get in, slip to her room, and nobody would be the wiser. she'd paused in the doorway, eyes fixed on his naked form as it sprawled out on the sofa, thick white cum splattered over his body. her eyes were fixed, in a trance, as she took careful steps towards her uncle. she knew better –– she should go to bed, walk past him and not think anything more of it. but the way her body flushed at the sight of his impressive cock, thoughts fogged from a night of drinking, she couldn't help but reach out, nimble fingers wrapping around his length gently. in a quick movement she'd swiped at his dick, coating her fingers in his cum, and brought them up to her mouth to taste him for herself.