Sarah’s parents were out of town for the weekend, leaving the 16-year-old alone with her father, Robert. She had always been a daddy’s girl, but lately, things between them had become increasingly tense. Sarah’s body was changing rapidly, her pert breasts and curvy hips drawing unwanted attention from the boys at school and even some of the men around town. Her father had become overly protective, rarely letting her out of his sight.

One evening, while Sarah was in the kitchen making dinner, Robert snuck into her room and retrieved the experimental drug he’d acquired on the black market. It was said to enhance arousal and lower inhibitions, perfect for his depraved plans. He crushed two tablets and dissolved them in Sarah’s glass of lemonade, smirking to himself as he thought about how he would finally have his daughter all to himself.

As they ate dinner together, Sarah started to feel strange. A warm, tingling sensation spread through her body, settling between her legs. She squirmed in her seat, trying to ignore the growing ache. Her father watched her with a knowing look, his eyes darkening with lust.

“Is something wrong, sweetheart?” Robert asked, his voice smooth like honey. “You seem restless.”

Sarah shook her head, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m fine, Dad. Just a little tired.”

Robert smiled, standing up and moving behind her. He began to massage her shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tight muscles. Sarah let out a soft moan, leaning into his touch despite herself. The drug was making her hypersensitive, every brush of skin against skin sending sparks of pleasure through her body.