The Smut Special

“He’s not really putting up a fight, no swirming or shouting, he’s not trying to fight his way out.” Tricia pointed out.
“Hm,” Paris Hilton agreed.
“I haven’t heard a thing since we left In-N-Out. He could be dead right now,” Tricia said.
“Yeah,” Paris Hilton replied.
“Okay.” Tricia agreed.
Paris Hilton’s Lamborghini rolled onto her Thousand Oaks beach house/mansion/sex dungeon.
“Remember what we agreed on,” Paris Hilton narrowed her eyes.
Tricia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, the buttcheeks are all for you and I can only touch with your permission.”
“Right,” Paris Hilton smiled and opened the trunk and almOST SCREAMED!!!
There was Harry, not dead, still eating his animal style fries that were only slightly dirty from the ground.
“Tricia!” Paris Hilton shouted, “He’s not dead! What are we gonna do?”
Tricia lowered her gaze. “Sex dungeon.”
Paris Hilton nodded. “Sex dungeon.”
“Sex Dungeon,” Harry agreed.
So Tricia the hipster and Paris Hilton dragged Harry’s reluctant body out behind the mansion into the Hilton family sex dungeon where Tom Cruise’s ex wives are still lodging at. Hiding, always in fear.
Anyway Harry was chained up to the wall with his shirt ripped open and his pants shredded, circling his bared hips like a hula skirt. Tricia tugged on the flimsy material with a smirk, earning a maidenly blush from Harry.
“TAKE YOUR COCK OFF HIM THIS IS THE POLICE!” HOLLYWOOD SCREAMED INTO THE SEX DUNGEON WITH HER PEACE GUN OUT.
“I thought you were FBI?” Liam asked.
“Take your dang dirty mitts offa him!” Zayn shouted.
“How did we even find this place?” Liam asked himself like a weirdo.
“MYYYY MAAAAAN, LET GO OF MYYYY MAAAAAN” Louis screeched while pulling at his hair.
“Fuck off,” Harry said angrily, “I’m about to get my noodle wet you bag o’ dicks.”
“Harry what the fuck,” Liam asked.
“They hypnotized him! He’s a sleeper agent,” Hollywood screamed, and the 1D gang screamed in suit.
“Get this sausage-fest out of here god damnit,” Harry growled.
“Naw, let the sausage-fest stay,” Paris Hilton urged. Tricia did a backflip and locked everyone in the room.
“Ya’ll locked up with Tricia now. Ya’ll better appease me!” Tricia said menacingly.
“But you can join us, girly. You can TOUCH THE D,” Paris Hilton motioned towards Hollywood.
“But-but I’m a cop!” Hollywood’s eyes starting leaking fluids.
“You work for the FBI!” Liam screamed. “And you have a gun!”
“It’s injustice not to tap that ass,” Tricia patted Harry’s head.
Hollywood backed up until she hit a wall. “I don’t know what good is anymore, what has my career led me? A landfill of LIES?”
“Join us,” Tricia urged Hollywood.
“Maybe.” Hollywood whispered.

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