Prisoner of My Own Body

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16 year-old Sophie's in for more than she expected when she meets One Direction. The boys, Harry especially, take a liking to her body and feisty attitude immediately, and kidnap her to be their own little toy. But then they tell her her mom sold her to them? She's in constant confusion, blindly trying to foresee what will happen to her next as the boys are bi-polar most of the time. The worst part is that Sophie is starting to develop feelings for her kidnappers, and some of them also start developing feelings for her.....

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2. Please

“Niall, kiss her to show her what she’s missing.” Louis says from my left, while he and Harry hold me down flat on the bed. I shut my eyes tightly and toss my head left and right, not wanting to be kissed. Not wanting to submit. But Niall grabs my face firmly in his hands and presses his soft lips against mine. I don’t want to kiss back.

I feel his body hovering over mine and his hands slowly releasing their grip on my face, my body relaxing to the kiss. As much I try to fight it, I can’t hold it in. Niall’s kiss is too heavenly to resist. I moan against his lips, and find myself kissing him back heatedly.

He smiles on my mouth, his tongue pushing against my lips to gain entrance. I let him in, lost into the new found lust. Impulsively, my hands go in Niall’s hair, playing and pulling with little wisps of his bleached hair. Harry and Louis chuckle quietly on either side of us, letting go of my arms to undress themselves.

The blonde groans on my lips, grinding his clothed pelvis lightly against my bare one.

“She absolutely loves this...Niall you’ve got her in the palm of your hand,” Harry remarks.

Brusquely, he breaks the kiss and I open my eyes in surprise. I don’t have the time to protest as another mouth latches on mine, the owner’s hands reaching to grope my chest.

“Stop... Please.” I cry out, breaking the kiss and trying to push against a very naked and quite chiseled torso. I whimper slightly, turning my head sideways to see the outline of Niall’s body undressing in the darkness of the bedroom.

 “So, you’re telling us you don’t like that?” Says Harry’s voice from lower down the bed. His hands trace lazy circles on the insides of my thighs, making me wet with need.

“Yes...” I complain.

“I think you’re lying babe. You’re wet as hell.” Harry responds, his fingers touching me intimately. I flinch, not used to the foreign sensation. Without warning, a finger is thrust inside me.

I want to scream, but Louis’s mouth silences me hastily. I dig my nails in his shoulders hard as Harry shoves his finger in and out of me with a faster, harder pace, adding another one after a couple seconds only.

“So so wet...”

Silent tears roll down my face, and Louis kisses them away. Niall is close by; whispering sweet things in my ear as Harry’s rough movements slowly become pleasurable. As the pain turns into a new form of pleasure.

 The Irish boy starts kissing my neck, nipping and sucking at some places. Louis begins doing the same on the other side, leaving wet kisses everywhere he can. Moans start tumbling out of my lips.

 Inevitably, something starts building inside of me like a strong wave. A strangled whimper escapes my lips. I am on the edge of heaven, but I just can’t reach it. I’m confused as the feeling starts fading away Harry’s fingers going slower.

“Harry...” I whine, trying to thrust my hips upwards to show him I wanted more.

“Hmmm?” He says, his hot breath tickling me. He knows what I want. He just wants me to say it him, to prove me that he was right about what I wanted.

Well I want to hit him.

“What do you want Soph? I thought you wanted us to stop....” He says cockily. I scowl in protest, moaning low when Niall starts sucking my sweet spot.

“More...” I mumble quietly. His fingers stop moving altogether inside me.

“I want you to say it Sophie. Say you want us. Tell me you want us to pound you to oblivion.” He purrs, curling his digits slightly. My eyes had adjusted to the low lighting of the room and I could see his smirking face clearly.

My head screams no, but my body is begging for it. I bite my lower lip hard, tasting the coppery blood seconds later. I shake my head no, but the words come out of my mouth without my permission.

“I need you,” I reply, embarrassed. “I need you to fix this,” I continue, motioning my excited body.

Unexpectedly, all three guys stop touching me, and get off me.

“But—” I’m cut off by Harry’s mouth on mine. My hands tug his soft curls, messing them up. He switches us around, making me straddle him. I find myself staring at his member. My mind is fuzzy when I realise how all of this is going to happen.

“No...” I shake my head. “I can’t and I won’t.” I’m scared. I hear him snigger at my expression. “Harry... no please...” I object, lifting myself off his waist. “It’s too big.” He pulls me back down.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make it fit.”

Without warning me further, he grabs my hips bruisingly hard and lifts me over his member before pulling me down on it harshly and taking my virginity viciously.

I scream and he hugs me to his chest, dulling my screaming faintly. I push against him, wanting to get off of him really bad. Tears are raining down my face, but he keeps telling me it’ll be fine in a couple minutes. He passes his hands in my brown hair slowly, trying to soothe me.

“Harry... Please. I don’t want to anymore. It hurts too much.” I weep on his chest. I don’t stop whimpering that it hurts. I can practically feel Niall’s and Louis’s looks on my bare back, surely wondering what I was blabbering about to Harry. I sit up on him, a new wave of tears forming when I see the thin filet of blood where we were joined.

“Shhh.” He grabs my hips softly, and starts moving them on himself. He groans, eyes closing.

I’m aching, my mind screaming for me to do something other than sit there and just be controlled. My fingers dig in his chest but it only ends up making him build a faster pace.

To my surprise, flickers of pleasure spark here and there from inside me; his throbbing member hitting particular spots that made my toes curl.

Beads of sweat appear on his forehead, along with occasional grunts of pleasure from his mouth.

I stay silent, not allowing myself to moan to his treatment.

“Show me you like that.” He says between breaths. I shake my head no again. Harry lets out a frustrated sigh, pausing briefly. “You’re the one that’s making things worse for you.” He shrugs, forcing my hips to stay painfully in place. “Louis? Niall? You know what you have to do. Louis: she’s really tight.”

Harry pulls me towards him, locking my wrists into his hands. I freeze as I feel something poking against my backside, and see Niall get in front of me.

“No, no, no!”  I scream mentally and out loud.

“With just a little bit of prep,” Louis mumbles, something cold and slick being rubbed around my rim. I gasp as a digit enters me where I’d never thought I’d be touched. I know where this going.

“No!”

My reaction is cut short as Louis enters me from behind, burning my insides. I scream again, and hug Harry tightly while the tears make their appearance again. This time, Harry doesn’t hug me back.

Both boys let out a guttural moan, making my insides twist unhealthily.

I try to get off of Harry’s erection, but Louis’s body presses on my back, not allowing a great deal of movement.

“Gosh you’re tight Soph,” I faintly hear Louis whisper in my ear. “So blissfully tight...”I don’t acknowledge it, too focused on the pain he was currently inflicting.

Without waiting much longer than that, they both start thrusting in and out of me at a hard, uneven and rapid pace. I feel like a rope in a game of tug-a-war, both boys entering consecutively. My nails grip Harry's shoulders to steady myself, while his bruising grasp on my thighs leave them aching.

Niall is still in front of me and I realise what he’s waiting for, his cock standing erect in front of my face. I look up at him and he looks down, saying nothing. He just stares at me. Until his hands wrap in my hair and force my face closer to his dick. I’m reluctant, trying to move away.

“Suck his dick Soph,” Louis groans from behind me. “Suck his dick or he comes right here in your behind with me.”

I whimper as he digs in deeper.

“I mean it love.”

Unwilling to defy him to see if he’s bluffing or not, I run my tongue along the tip, earning a load groan from the Irish boy.

“Good girl.”

It’s my turn to moan once Harry’s fingers start playing with my clit.

“Told you you’d enjoy it.” I hear Harry say between his and Louis loud groans. I can’t answer as Niall clutches my head, helping me to bob it up and down his length in a fast motion.

“Oh god... I’m about to cum.” I hear Louis groan behind me a minute later.

“Me too.” Both Harry and Niall answer at the same time. I’m close too, and I know the boys can feel it. They give a few other hard thrusts, and brusquely I let it all go, shrieking on Niall. He cums right after, letting out a low animalistic moan. I swallow around him rapidly, wanting to get rid of the taste as fast as I could.

My eyes start closing without my permission as Harry and Louis also empty themselves inside of me. I’m exhausted as they both get out of me.

“Stop touching me,” I mumble tiredly as Harry caresses my cheek. He chuckles and lays me beside him, pulling the sheet over my body.

Drowsiness rapidly takes control of me and I can’t push Louis and Harry away as they hug my body under the sheets. Niall kisses me softly on the head, shooting me one last look before dressing up.

The only thing I can think about when fatigue kicks in fully, is how bad my lower body’s going to feel tomorrow.

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