Kidnapped by Superstars

*Rebel's POV*

I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, as I sunk to the ground, tears blurring my vision. How could they do this to me? Not only did they take me away from my home, but they had to take me all the way to England?! I still can't believe One Direction is who they are. More like 4 boys and One Asshole. Hint, hint, Louis.

My thoughts are interrupted by several fists banging on the door, then I heard the doorknob twist. Oh fuck. I should have locked it. I hear Louis yell angrily at the others from the other side of the door.

"You idiots! It's unlocked!" I decided now was probably a good time to get up and lock the door, but, apparantly, I am too late. They all come busting through the door, with a very pissed-off Louis in front. He looked at me expectantly.

"What?!" I hissed at him, wiping the tears from my cheeks. He slapped me across the face, and harshly snatched me up, slinging me over his shoulder. He then carried me out of the room, and whispered something to Niall, who nodded. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear what he said, I was too busy pounding on his back, screaming, and digging my fingernails into his torso in hopes that he might just put me down and leave me alone!

He threw me into Harry's arms, just as Niall handed him a roll of Duct-Tape and some rope. Oh, fuck. Not again! I opened my mouth to object, but I was silenced by Louis' hand roughly slapping a piece of the Tape down over my lips. I then felt someone, probably Zayn, behind me, harshly ripping off my shirt which, keep in mind, I had on nothing under, and tying my wrists together above my head. I looked down to see Louis smirking mischeviously at me as he pulled off the sweatpants I had been wearing, throwing them across the room. Harry spoke up.

"Lou, she's kicking and screaming and I can't hold her down!" Louis grinned evily.
"Then I'll do it." He said, and with that, I was snatched up out of Harry's grasp, and into Louis' arms. He carried me bridal-style past the room where I was spanked by Zayn in, into a different, much larger one. Louis threw me on a metal table, which was cold and hard, so, of course, I squeaked a little bit in pain.

"Oh, will you shut up already?" He said, irritation in his raspy voice. He linked a rope through a hook on the handcuffs binding my wrists, and tied it to something below the table. He then tied my legs to the table's so that they were separated. His fingers trailed over my thighs as he placed some sort of leather strip across my abdomen, restraining my middle from moving any further than it already had.

The other boys filed in one by one; weird. "Harry, go get the 'Toys', Liam, get condoms, we don't need ANOTHER baby." My face went pale, and I managed to let out a muffled scream against the Duct-Tape. "Ha, no, don't worry, love, I'm only joking. But seriously, Liam, go get condoms. Niall, feel her down-" Zayn interrupted. "Can I please do it this time? Niall always gets to feel, while you and Harry fuck, I kiss, and Liam works the camera! I always get sloppy seconds!" Louis hesitated for a moment, then looked to Niall, who immediatly nodded. "Alright, I guess we'll switch it up this time. I'm kinda tired, so, I'll watch, Niall, you work the camera, Liam, you feel her, Harry, Zayn," Harry walked into the room, carrying a rather large black box, filled with, I presume, the 'Toys' Louis had metioned. "I heard my name...?" Louis nodded, then answered. "Yeah, we're changing it up this time. You and Zayn are gonna fuck her while I watch, Niall works the camera, and Liam feels her to get her ready." Zayn immediatly perked up at the mention of his name and sex in the same sentence. "Sweet. Baby, I'm gonna rock your world..." He trailed off as he ripped the tape off of my mouth.

I was too terrified to scream, and I guess he knew that because he slightly hesitated before crashing his lips down on mine. The kiss was sloppy, wet, and unskilled. He basically forced his tongue down my throat. His mouth tasted like alcohol, and he explored mine with no mercy, licking and sucking on each and every inch. Zayn was an extermely bad kisser. It was like he took a running start at your mouth.

My body jolted with surprise as I felt fingers trailing up and down the inside of my thighs, until reaching the red thong. I felt cold metal, and heard a light snap. I knew instantly that he was using scissors to cut it off. His hand showed no hesitation and just shoved his merciless hand into my depths. It felt painful, yet, somehow, slightly enjoyable. No, I'm not supposed to like this, what am I thinking?! His fingers pumped in and out of me at a mercilessly rapid pace. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed into Zayn's unforgiving mouth with both delight and agony. He drew back quickly, an evil grin plastered on his dark, stubbly face.

"Already cumming, are we? Well, I hope you've got more energy, because I'm going to fuck your brains out, baby. Hazza, why don't you fuck that pretty little mouth of hers?" OK, I'm sure you already know this, but, I'm a virgin. I've never done anything like this before. So, yeah, I'm pretty scared for the fate of my ovaries. Before I have any chance to object, Harry harshly grabbed my chin, pulling slightly so that I was facing the boy, who was now, of course, completely naked. He kneeled beside my head, his prominent erection just barely touching my cheek. I was about to object when I felt Zayn slamming into my core, causing me to scream out in pain and surprise. Harry silenced me by shoving his full length into my mouth, making me gag on his enormous size. He chuckled, and only slammed harder against my face, pulling me against him by grabbing a fist full of my hair and dragging my head back and forth along him. I was almost completely overwhelmed; Zayn may be an impressively bad kisser, but, I must say, he isn't half bad with sex. Argh! What has gotten into me?! I knew I wouldn't last long with both Harry and Zayn slamming into me together, and when Liam added his mouth to above where Zayn and I were connected, I came undone under their harsh grasp. I was a screaming, moaning mess beneath their three unforgiving bodies. Soon after I did, Harry came into my mouth, with Zayn following. I tried to pull my head away, but, Harry kept me there. He screamed at me.

"Swallow it, slut!" I gagged on him and shook my head; I was beginning to suffocate. He pinched my nose between his fingers.
"Swallow it, or you don't get to breathe!" I couldn't hold my breath for much longer, I knew. I let the sticky, hot liquid trickle down the back of my throat, as the tears in my eyes did the same, flowing down my cheeks. Harry's face conceived an evil grin when he saw how I had followed his orders. He pulled out, cleaned himself up, and pulled on his boxers, walking over and plopping down on the couch beside Louis, who, I could tell, had been touching himself.

And then everything went black. I was swallowed by the darkness yet again, and I felt myself fall back onto the cold metal table.

Why me?

Notes

I will be updatating as soon as I can, guys. Sorry I couldn't give you any more for now, my friend is looking over my shoulder and I am suddenly really self conscious about what I write on this website, so, yeah. Anyway, question of the day:

What is your most embarrasing public moment?

Mine is when I was canoeing while I was at camp and I capsized, then as my crush was helping me up, one of my bags of the clothes I had packed for the trip floated by and, of course, it had to be the bag I put my undergarments in. So, as I tried to reach for it to hide it before he saw, it flipped over, revealing the lacy pair of panties that said 'DAMN' on the butt. Basically, FML.

~Annalisa