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.....


4. Punishment

I’m laid somewhere calm and 1D free. I feel as if I’m floating on a cloud of cotton candy. Brusquely, voices smeared with concern pull me away from my numb state of mind. No! I wanna stay unconscious! I can’t help screaming inside.

“What did you do to her for Kevin’s sake Niall?”

“Nothing! I swear! I picked her up and as soon as we were out of the vehicle, she went limp in my arms!” Protests a stuffed voice. “I think she has a fear of crowds or something.”

I slowly gain consciousness. No. No. NO! Don’t wake up! I scream mentally. But my mind doesn’t obey. The overwhelming smell of sugar fills my nostrils, making me unbelievingly hungry.

“Look! Soph seems to get back to herself. Shove it down her mouth.”

Something moist and sweet is pressed on my lips. I don’t open my eyes as I take a mouthful of what tastes like carrot cake. I moan in appreciation, and savour it while it lingers in my mouth. God when was the last time I ate?

“Told ya she’d like carrots.” I identify as Louis’ voice saying merrily. “Hey Niall! Want to share? Soph here wants more I think.”

“I do. Gosh I’m famished!” I exclaim groggily, opening my eyes. Louis laughs and grabs the plate with the carrot cake on which Niall was munching happily, and tosses it to me.

“Hey! But I was eating it!” Niall objects. He licks his fingers clean of the icing while I stuff my face with the cake, ignoring everyone’s astonishment at how fast I was tossing it down my throat.

“What!?!” I say between bites. “It’s not like you’ve fed me during the last days as your captive. Let me think. Ummm... My last meal goes to about breakfast, hmmm, on the day of my kidnapping!” I say sarcastically, taking mouthfuls of the carrot goodness.

 “Oh. So that’s what we’ve forgotten.” Harry says dumbly.

 “Well, duh. How can you even forget to feed your precious little sex pet,” I mock with disdain. Harry shoots me a livid look and I rapidly look away, continuing my snack. Once I’m done, I carefully sit up straight on the sofa, whimpering at the pain my legs are inflicting. “Guys, you are sooo going to be the death of me.” I moan, rubbing my thighs to ease the soreness.

“There is at least one positive spin to this situation,” Harry says casually, breaking an awkward silence.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

 “You solved the problem about me having to talk to the fans about the reason I’m carrying you.  Just had to say you fainted and we were all sped here.”

“And here is…” I enquire, wanting the more information to plan my escape.

 “Backstage.” Louis answers with a seductive smile.

“And God bless Canada! They prepared a table with food!  I would’ve starved!” adds Niall, munching on the leftovers. I roll my eyes, and giggle slightly at his comment.

“I must admit though.” Harry breaks in, looking at me. “Never thought you’d faint to make my life easier,” he smirks smugly.

“You dick.” I spit out angrily. “It’s not like I willed myself to faint! You didn’t fucking nourish me you asshole!” I spew heatedly. I regret my harsh words as soon as they leave my lips. The boys freeze, and Harry’s features harden. I try to make mine just as hard as his, to avoid showing remorse over my sayings.

“Lads, could you head out for a few minutes.... I have to take care of a very sour-mouthed pussy.”

Oh shit. I look at Niall pleadingly, but he turns his back on me and heads outside of the room with Louis, Liam and Zayn. Maintaining his anger with great difficulty, Harry approaches me and I try backing away from him, finding myself stuck to the couch, my right foot bound to the furniture’s leg.

“Why did you tie me to the couch?” I ask, voice trembling. But Harry ignores my question.

“You know, I really think it would’ve been in your best interest to shut up.” He says in a horrifyingly calm voice. I want to run. But I’m tied to a damn sofa. I pull on my bindings restlessly as his form towers over mine. I can’t do it. I can’t keep my strong face. I beg for forgiveness.

 “Harry! No, please! I’m sorry! I’ll behave! Please Harry! Don’t hurt me!” I sob, still fighting with my bindings. I throw myself off the couch, attempting to crawl away.

 “You should’ve thought of that before insulting me.” He seethes, placing me back on the sofa swiftly. Harry straddles my hips, his hand reaching to untie my leg.

I kick, punch and thrash under him once I’m released, but he easily pins my arms together and ties them to the couch. I try lifting my knee up to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, but he catches my already sore leg effortlessly and gives me furious look, before unbuttoning my shorts. His eyes aren’t green anymore, his pupils blown with anger and lust.

“Help!” I yell, trying to get the attention of somebody that could be outside the room. “He—”.Harry places his palm on my mouth to stifle my cries. I try to bite him but my black scarf is brusquely thrust in my mouth and tied behind my head, gagging me.

“Now shut up.” Harry says after tying the knot roughly behind my head. He quickly slides my shorts down my legs and proceeds to my panties, sliding them down my legs as well. I shiver as cold air rushes to my sensitive area. Harry throws the discarded clothes somewhere in the room, before flipping my body around so my bare ass was visible.

I know what was going to happen. I close my eyes and whimper as one of his hands rubs my ass while the other holds me in place under him. He gives it a firm smack, and I scream in the scarf as hard as I can. The burning sensation hasn’t left when he hits it again. Tears spring into my eyes as his hand keeps slapping harder and harder with every passing blow, shrieks flowing from my mouth as he does so.

“So. Are. You. Going. To. Insult. Me. Again?” Harry hisses between very strong smacks. I shake my head no, barely able to stay conscious. My rear skin feels raw under his touch as he softens his actions. After a moment, he stops spanking altogether and sighs loudly before turning my body back around to face his.

He takes off the scarf from my mouth. I open my teary eyes in fear, but Harry leans down carefully and kisses me lightly.

“Don’t make me angry again okay love?” He mumbles.

I nod softly, even though I’m positive this isn’t going to be the last time I’d anger him. I make a hiss of pain as the leather couch presses against my tender bum. Harry’s eyebrow cocks up in concern.

“Here, I’ll make you forget that pain,” he says, before inserting one of his skilful fingers inside me. I groan loudly, his lone finger hitting my sweet spot already. My fingers grasp his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. Harry shifts, forcing me to lie on my back. My breathing gets raspy, my insides aching as he goes up to four fingers, his pace faster and harder. My mind becomes so foggy with pleasure I don’t acknowledge Harry unzipping himself and positioning himself in between my legs.

The pain is numb when he pushes inside and starts plunging blissfully in and out of me at a swift rate. Moans are pouring out of me like a waterfall, my climax nearing already.

I want to grab him, but the rope around my wrists doesn’t allow it. Harry keeps pounding inside me powerfully, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He moves one of his hands to my clit, rubbing it in rough circles. It’s all it takes to make me come down from my high. I coat him with juices, and he starts going harder to meet his own climax. He groans low only seconds later, emptying himself inside me. His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, stopping completely, after a minute. Exhaling loudly, he pulls out and kisses my forehead, before dressing me up with my earlier clothes. I fight to keep my eyes open, but my mind gives in to the much needed slumber before Harry is finished clothing me fully.

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