Chapter Three

I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts......ooh,ooh love hurts
ooh,ooh love hurts
Love Hurts
Nazareth

November 1^st

Early morning hours

Callestah, Andy and the two others they’d brought with them to the club didn’t arrive back at Andy’s hotel room—they had separate rooms now when they traveled-- until some time after two in the morning. Andy was still ready to go even though he’d ploughed through enough women and boys to make a man happy for a week in just the last few hours. Callestah, of course, was not one of those women. No she watched, she participated to a small degree and she did let the young man touch her. She didn’t, however, remove her blouse completely nor did she let him inside her other than her mouth and that was only because she couldn’t leave him with that hard-on it just wasn’t fair to the boy. Once she started blowing him off Andy came up from behind him and slid into the young mans’ tight ass. The woman tried to move between her legs but Calla didn’t want any part of her and she pushed her away. Out of the loop for the moment the woman pulled out a dildo and started to fuck herself while she watched the three of them. Andy pumped him from behind and Callestah blew him off with expert precision, all in all it was probably the best night of sex that kid was ever going to get.

With the young boy’s cock in her mouth—Roberto that was his name—all she could focus on was Daniel….David…who the hell ever it had been that had interrupted her Grand Finale Opening this evening. How much she’d like it to be his hard cock between her lips right then. David or Daniel she didn’t care either one would suffice right now. As Robert started to cum and Andy behind him did also, she wondered where David/Daniel had gone and what he was doing. It seemed to her that he might still be close by but that could just be wishful thinking on the part of her drugged out head.

Now here the four of them were in Andy’s room. She really didn’t want to do this anymore all she wanted was the boot he promised in the car on the ride back. A good one strong one at that. Seeing that familiar face and hearing that unwelcome familiar voice was starting to make her head hurt as the drugs began to weaken in her system. Calla started to sweat, she stated to dry heave and feel sick to her stomach. “Andy, please.” She pled and held the bottom of her foot out to him. “Now, please. I’ll be good…whatever you want,” her stomach gave another turn but nothing came out as she coughed and then wiped a bead of sweat away from her brow.

“Whatever, darling?” Andy cooed and opened the Happy Kit. “Are you sure about that? Whatever I want?”

“Ye..what?”

“The doctors did clear you dear, I think it’s about time you tried, don’t you?” Andy held the spoon over the candle and she watched the powder melt into a liquid. “I think between the boy and Maria there we can find out if you work or not.” He smiled at her while he drew the liquid into the syringe and then held it up for her to see. “What do you think, love?” Seeing Daniel tonight really pissed him off. What right did that damn Yank think he had showing up on this wonderful night? If nothing else he could have waited until they got to New York. What had he said to her? Andy didn’t know, Callestah had said anything to him since he took her away from the little shit. He’d find out what the story was before the night was over.

Calla looked longingly at the needle and she fought valiantly to hold out. But she started to shake and another round of the coughing fits grabbed her. The shaking became more pronounced as did her perspiration. Andy waved the needle back and forth in front of her wide eyes. “Let’s face it, darling, Daniel doesn’t want you.” He told her and somehow made it sound sympathetic. Andy saw the paintings, he knew them very well. Sometimes when she was feeling particularly low or depressed she would tell him about what Daniel did on the planet they visited. Andrew Hartley knew all about the harem of women Daniel Jackson dipped into in the absence of his wife. Callestah didn’t like it very much. “What did he say, hum, love? That he misses you and wants you to come back? It’s just a lie. He just wants a bigger settlement I’ve told you that, you mustn’t listen to him, my dear. Daniel’ll just get you to move back in with him and then in a few months he’ll say he gave the marriage a second chance and it still isn’t working. The Court will look favorably on him. It’s a very old trick, love. You mustn’t fall for it.” Still she didn’t reach for the syringe. “Even on the off chance that he did,” he smiled for her and ran a hand down those new and improved breasts and laid the brutal truth on the line, “you’re mine for the next five years,” he cooed, “or…you know…until this lovely right hand of yours,” he picked it up and kissed the palm, “falls off.” His tongue licked across her open palm and he dropped it back at her side. “Or you die,” he tried to make it sound light but then Andy let out a heavy sigh, “And besides that my darling, once Daniel got a look at you….” He rolled his eyes and huffed another sigh choosing to leave his words and their implications hanging in the air. “Now, what do you say? Shall we give it a go?”

“David said he loved me,” she said through her shivers and coughs. Callas’ nose started to trickle blood down her face. She didn’t notice it until it was over her lips and in her mouth, she wiped it away time and again.

David? She must be really starting to DT. “Did he?” Andy chided. “Pardon me, darlin’, but isn’t he the one who raped you and put it up on the Internet?” The needle waved back and forth and Andy watched her lick her lips and that trickle of blood. “What does he know about love, my dear?” Why the hell did she have Daniel and David confused in her pretty little strung out head? Eh, no bother. Just a junkie now and nothing more than that. “What does he know about love?”

“Nothing,” she said.

“Of course not.” Andy agreed with a smile and took her ankle in his hand. He gently ran the tip of the needle up and down over the arch of her foot. “You know I care about you, don’t you, love? I’m always looking out for you, aren’t I darling?” Andy asked. “So do this for me. What do you say?”

“All right.” Calla agreed and the next thing she felt was the anticipated sting of the needle as it pierced the flesh at the bottom of her foot the poison increasing the track marks there. Andy hadn’t wanted to try at all. He encouraged her to try with other people tonight but she wasn’t interested in that. “With you.” She said after he finished giving her the boot.

“Hum,” Andy pursed his lips and put the used syringe on the table. “Maybe later.” He agreed in low whisper. “We have company waiting for us, darling. Let’s not keep them.” Andy brought her to her feet and took her back into the bedroom. “Let’s see what you can do. See what your money’s gotten us.”

Walking into the bedroom she saw the dark haired, dark eyed, dark skinned Italian girl lying naked on the bed. She was smoking a pipe and Robert was masturbating her with an oversized dildo but for all of his zeal he didn’t seem to be doing a good job she looked bored. Robert was young but Roberto was hung and he rolled over on the bed when he heard them come in. Andy took off his jacket and neatly looped it over the back of the chair, his shirt and tie soon joined it as did his trousers which he also folded before making his way over to the bed. Callestah wasn’t shaking anymore and she didn’t feel sick so there were two good things she could find in the situation.

“Move out of the way, Robbie,” Andy said and patted the bed. “Come over here, darlin’.” He said to Callestah who was still standing fully clothed on the other side of the room. “Which one do you want to start with?” Andy smiled and gestured toward the other naked people on the large bed. “Why don’t you start with Maria?” He suggested and held out the hand to her. “Come on.” His tone grew more insistent.

Calla shimmied out of the short skirt and left it on the floor. Andy hated it when left her clothes lying around. The thong joined it but she left the thigh high silk stockings on and the blouse as she came to them. She’d sold her soul to the Devil again…that was all right, she knew this one. This dance was very familiar and she could handle it. Sliding between Maria’s open legs she picked up work where Roberto left off with the dildo and then brought her face in close to get a taste of her.

This was the type of woman Daniel liked. Calla was about to find out what all the fascination was about. Maria was pretty and she was young and she had nice full breasts and nice full hips to go with that dark complexion. In fact she couldn’t look much more like the Love of Daniel Jackson’s Life if she tried. She tasted like any other woman, a little tangy a little salty a little sweet. Not much more than that. Maria started to moan and coo, her hips thrust upward into Calla’s face greeting her tongue and the dildo she was fucking her with.

This was what they all liked and Calla had no idea of why. Kanan liked it. Omar liked it. Ares liked it. Eros probably went insane for it. She’d bet her bottom dollar Daniel and David would like it too if they were here. What was it about two women that turned a man on? She didn’t have a goddamn clue nor did she have any passion or feeling for what she was doing to the young girl. So long she kept moaning and the men beside her were stroking their hard cocks as they sat on their knees with those stupid smiles on their faces then things were on the right track

“That’s enough, darling.” Andy said quietly as he rolled Calla onto her back and brought her up to the pillows. “I’m going to fuck her now. Roberto, see what you can do with this one, mate.” Andy got off the bed and grabbed Maria around the waist he took her over to the love seat, bent her over it and started shagging her while he kept a watchful eye on Roberto and Callestah.

Roberto who’d already been sated several times this evening wasn’t in any hurry as he peeled the blouse off and she sat up and released the hooks on the bra, she slid it free from her body without taking off the blouse. That was a little trick Roberto always liked. Now those soft mounds were sitting high on her chest and begging for the touch of his hand. Those big mounds weren’t so soft and pliable they were hard and heavy that was ok with him he didn’t mind they were still fuckable and squeezable.

Although she saw his olive hands on her, Calla couldn’t feel them. Whether it was silicone or the drugs she didn’t know but his touch brought no sensation at all. At least if she were afraid that would be easy to work with, most men never did know the difference between the groans of pain and the moans of pleasure. Roberto’s lips brushed over hers, they were firm and they were full but again she didn’t feel anything and was glad they left. When his head descended between her legs she didn’t close her eyes she lay there watching Andy fuck Maria. Maria was into it she was grinding her hips into him and moaning with delight. Calla realized she’d forgotten what that felt like. While Andy grunted, groaned, and stroked her inside and out he didn’t take his off Calla. Maria had no idea he wasn’t as into her as she was into him. Lying there with the heroin invading her body she let out a little laugh, she knew just Andy felt. She did right now.

Roberto’s tongue explored the delicate area between her legs and now she did feel something. A warm tingling sensation. Andy never did this anymore, in fact, no one did this for her anymore. A finger slid into her and she looked down to see Roberto’s dark eyes widen as he felt the scars inside her.

“Signora,” he whispered against her flesh.

Calla looked back at Andy. “It’s all right,” she said to the boy, “don’t worry.” She pushed his head back down so that he would continue. Andy smiled and fucked the girl a little harder.

“Si, prego.” (Yes I know don’t mention it)

“Vi bene!” Roberto slid out from between her legs. “Vi bene!” (No, absolutely not, no.) He shook his bloody hand in the air as he got off the bed. “No.”

Andrew Hartley didn’t like the scene that was playing in front of him but there wasn’t much he could do about it at the moment since his toes were just starting to curl. As he watched the boy slide back into his clothes he pounded Maria for all he was worth. “Fuck her!” Andy shouted at Roberto. “Go on fuck her!”

“No!” Roberto shouted back. “She is injured,” his English was broken but his words were clear. “I will not hurt her, Mr. Hartley.”

Andy let out a low growl along with a stream of white spunk and then pushed pretty Maria to the floor and out of his way. “Get out, both of you! Get out!” He shouted at them and strode over to the bed where Calla was laying. “I’ll do it myself, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it love?” Andy cooed through tight lips and cold eyes.

The young Italian couple, sensing the danger in the air, scrambled out the door only half dressed.

“I see you’re not quite up to the task, hey, love?” Andy said as he loomed over her. “Why would Daniel ever want you back?” He heaved Calla from the bed and dragged her over to the bathroom where he stood her in front of the mirror and made look at her reflection. Her nose was dripping blood again, her hair was a mess, there was blood between her legs and her skin was sallow. Andy ripped off the amber blouse and turned her around. “Take a good look at that, deary.” He told her and pushed her head around so that she could see the reflection. “Tell me why any man would ever want you.”

“Andy stop!” Calla cried.

“Look at you. Go on take a good hard look, my darlin’. You’ll never be anything but damaged goods.”

“Andy?” Calla started to shake.

“You want to give this a try, hum? All right, let’s give that box of you’re a whirl, shall we?” Andy grabbed a handful of her short hair and shoved her out to the living area and his Happy Kit. “Gotta to get ready first, hey, love? Yeah, of course we do.” He shoved her down onto the couch and dumped the baggie of cocaine on to the table. Grabbing a good sized handful of it Andy shoved it in her face and held his hand over her mouth and nose until she had no choice but to breathe it all in. “Get you good and stoned, huh? Me too.” He dove into the pile and huffed a great load of the white powder. When he sat up again his mouth was covered with it as was hers. “You know what else this stuff is good for, do you, love?” Taking another palmful of it he rubbed it on his wet flailing cock and it instantly sprung to life. “Gonna make it last all night, darlin’. I’ll give you a shag you won’t soon forget.”

“Andy! Don’t!” Calla squirmed away from him.

“Get back here you little vixen!” He shouted and ran after her. Andy tackled her between the living room and bedroom where she was trying to shut the door on him. He threw himself on top of her and pinned her arms by her head. “You’re mine, lock, stock and barrel, darlin’, you better get used to that. Daniel isn’t going to save you.”

No he wasn’t.

Andy pried her legs apart with his knee and pushed his way inside her. “You wanted it, well now you take it, darlin’ all of it.”

The cocaine made his dick numb as well as hard and Andy just kept pounding her with it, it seemed he’d never cum. He fucked her on her back, on her side, on her knees, against the wall, over the couch, on the bathroom sink and finally brought her to the bed and the oversized dildo still laying there. “I got somethin’ for ya.” He smiled as he picked it up and then withdrew from her.

For one moment there was peace. Everything was quiet and still. Everything stopped spinning and nothing hurt. Then that hard dildo was pushing inside her, it was bigger than Andy, just about the size of Daniel. At first it almost felt good but then he was throwing his leg over here again and both he and the toy were in the same hole.

“Andy! Stop!” She groaned and tried to draw in breath but it was so hard with him crushing down on her and the cocks thrusting in and out of her. Calla clawed at his sides and his back to get him off of her. “Please, Andy, you’re hurting me.”

“You’re a Goddess, aren’t you? You should be able to take more than this.” Andy gave a cruel thrust and her hands dropped to the sides of the bed. She cringed below him and gave out a small pitiful rush of air. The woman below him didn’t beg anymore for the rest of the night she just laid there and took whatever he felt like dishing out.

End of Chapter Three
Tarnished Heroes: Love Hurts
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