One Direction's S*x Slave

I felt something nudge me in the stomach, I must've been sleeping in the car ride. "I think she's waking up," I heard someone whisper. Another nudge followed. "Yup. She's waking up alright."

I slowly fluttered my eyes open to find the boys surrounding me in the car, "Hello, gorgeous. Sorry to wake you but we're almost at the house." Liam whispered. I brought my fists to your eyes and rubbed them tightly against my eyes.

Small conversations broke out and you sat there in silence, staring at your feet. A bruise became visible as a light pole lit the van. Niall turned towards you and looked down at your thighs, "What's that bruise from, Love? Seems pretty mighty if you ask me." I shook my head, ignoring the question. He slowly nodded and turned to look out the window. I closed my eyes and soon enough, someone nudged me in the stomach once again, I didn't even bother opening my eyes. I sat there, in hope they'd leave me alone.

"Alright, you asked for it. Harry can you give me that ice bucket you were talking about?" I immediately shot your eyes open and went to flung out of the car but forgot I was still buckled into the seat and it pulled you back against the seat. Small giggles escaped their lips and Niall assisted to me as I unbuckled myself from the seat and carried you bridal style into the massive house. All the boxes were neatly stacked by the door.

The house was absolutely beautiful. A beautiful living space came into view, with a flat screen television screen covering most of the wall. A bar sat right next to the living space, followed by a massive kitchen. Niall brought you back to your feet and gave you a house tour. "Here is the pantry," he said as he led you into the kitchen, showing you how to work the oven, where everything is, and where the secret stash of sweets hid. He popped an Oreo in his mouth and he walked into the dining room. It was smaller than the kitchen but had an arch instead of a door. The table had at least 10 chairs surrounding it. Each chair corresponded with a plate, silverware, and a napkin which looked like a swan or something fancy.

He showed me the basement which had a second family room, a private recording studio, and a game room which held game devices, laptops, and game systems. He led you to an at-home movie theater which held at least 10 recliners, with steps leading you to another row of recliners. He led you up from the basement and main floor to the next floor above.

A beautiful balcony overlooked the living room and part of the bar. The rest of the boys were taking boxes and putting them into a room. He led me to white doors labeled the boys' names. He led me to a room where my name was engraved into it. I placed my hand over the lettering and examined the fine detail of the carving.

Niall placed his palm over the doorknob and turned it, allowing the door to release and show a master bedroom. A bed with curtains became visible as it lied on a diagonal in the corner of the room, wine colored comforter, and pillows with a quilted design rested against the bed frame. Across from the bed was a dark-brown, wooden dresser with a television screen. A closet sat next to the dresser, where high heels were neatly stacked in the corner of it.

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I turned to find a small cupboard sat next to the door. It had a fine silver detail and as you went to open it, Niall stood in front of you. "Darling, this is for us. Not you." I have him a confused look in response, "That brings me to a question, Niall."

"Yes?"
"What is my job anyway? Maid?"
He giggled a little, "Not really.. The lads are going to be talking about it tonight "

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The house tour ended and Liam called us down for a meeting. Niall ran down the stairs and I followed him into the dining room where the boys looked at me and smiled.

"Right, so we called you down here to tell you the meaning of your job and the rules. Liam, take it." Louis announced.
"Alright, so your job here is the Sex Slave. You need to give us pleasure when we need it. No matter what time of day or night." Liam said.
Wait.. What !? I'm a sex slave !? I'm 17 and my mother sold me to be a sex slave.. Can my life get any better? I thought to myself. I guess the boys noticed my surprised expression because my eyes were bugging out of my head.
"We take turns with you. Harry is first, followed by Niall, then Zayn, Liam, and then you can finish off the week by Louis. The weekends is your choice or a break. You can not run away or there will be punishment. Understood?" Liam continued.
You nodded slowly.
"Good, now I think you noticed the cupboard in your room. That is filled with condoms, toys, whips, etc. We recommend you don't use it until we teach you how to use them. And I am in charge with that." Liam replied.

Harry smiled at me, "When can we get started, Liam?" he whispered.
"Anything you want, bud. She's all your's."
Harry grinned and grabbed your arm.
Oh god, this is actually happening. I don't even know what to do.

He ran up the stairs and released your arm.
The two of you stood in silence in your bedroom..

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