I’m locked in the trunk for what feels like hours before the car comes to a stop, starts again and then comes back to a stop. We must be stuck in traffic. I quickly rack my brain for anything that could possibly be useful. I feel around the trunk, finding the taillight. I use the rest of my strength to slam my foot into the taillight, finally forcing it out.

I cry out happily as I struggle to turn my body around in the tiny trunk space. We haven’t stopped in a while, so I assume we’re out of traffic now. I peer out of where the taillight used to be; it’s completely pitch black outside, not a street light in sight. Where the fuck is this creep taking me?

The car turns onto a dirt road, a driveway I’m guessing. Moments later the car comes to a stop, I hear the engine cut off and a door slam, then footsteps.

He comes around to the trunk, cursing loudly when he sees the missing taillight. “The fuck you do to my car, you bitch!” He yells viciously, I tremble inside the car.

He whips the trunk open and yanks me out. Tears slip down my cheeks as he pulls me to him and glares into my eyes. He latches one of his big hands into my long blonde hair and yanks, so that my head is tilted to him.

“I said,” he pauses menacingly, “the fuck you do to my car, bitch.” He spits.

“I, I” I try to stutter out. His hand cracks across my face, knocking me to the ground. My hand flies to my face; I clutch my cheek and choke back a sob.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He hisses. He stalks towards me and crouches down so we’re at eye level. “Welcome to hell, princess.” He says laughing.

I hear a door slam somewhere near by and he straightens up, grinning. “Iy, Mates! I got her!” He cries to someone cheerfully, as if he just won a contest.

“Lets see ‘er?” I hear a raspy British voice drawl.

“Yea Niall, show us!” Another voice, this one a bit higher but still quite masculine.

The two voices walk around the side of the car and gawk at me. All three of the boys are beautiful, but clearly beyond psychotic.

“Can I ‘ave a go with her Nialler?” The one with the higher voice says as he crouches down to see me. He extends a hand towards me, “Ello, Love. I’m Louis.” He says smiling.

I sniffle, carefully extending my hand towards his. He takes my hand in his, brings it to his lips and kisses it. I want to vomit.

After a few moments of conversation between the boys, I learn that the other boys name is Harry.

Niall grabs my shoulder, hauling me to my feet. Even with my 3 inch heals on; the boys’ are still at least a head taller than me. Niall ushers me up the drive way and into the large house. The door slams behind Harry. I can’t help noticing how beautiful the house is, I look up and see the light pooling in from a crystal skylight, its breathtaking.

Niall clears his throat, bringing me back from my daze. “Strip.” He commands. I back up slowly.

“Please, please don’t make me-“ I begin, but Niall cuts me off.

“Summer.” Niall begins. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The easy way being, you do exactly what I fucking say when I say it, and the hard way being me finding ways to ‘punish’ you when you disobey me.” He says, air quoting the word punish.

“No.” I whisper firmly. “No, I wont do it, no this is sick.”

Niall sighs, “Very well.” He pauses. “Louis, Harry; I believe Summer needs help getting undressed, when your done, please take her to the bedroom. But don't you dare fuck her, she’s mine and I will have her first.”

I feel two sets of hands clamp around my arms, dragging me up the stairs and down the long hallway.

I beg, I scream and I cry. Wishing they would just let me go let me go back to my house on the outskirts of London with my friends and my dance classes and everything I loved. I don’t want to die here, but I have a strong feeling I will.

Louis and Harry drag me into a room that’s plain and white, the only piece of furniture in the room is a baby pink king sized bed with a flowery duvet. Tears drip down my cheeks because I have absolutely no idea what I’ve gotten myself into.

Louis steps towards me and wipes my tears with his thumb. “Hey, hey now Sum. It’s okay love, everything will be okay.” He whispers, trying to soothe me, but it only makes me cry harder.

“Please, please don’t kill me.” I mumble through tears. To my surprise both Harry and Louis burst out laughing.

“Love, no one’s going to kill you!” Harry chokes out laughing. “We may be scary when we’re angry, but you’re our special little toy and we wouldn’t want to lose that.” He finishes.

“Toy?” I whisper. “Like sex toy?” I let myself trail off, hoping I’m not correct.

Louis looks down at my, tilting my chin up with his thumb. “Exactly.” He says winking. “Well, actually you’re Niall’s but, he never minds sharing. Especially when his girls been hmm… naughty.” He says laughing.

I cry loudly, as they undress me slowly. The feeling of their hands on my skin makes me want to burn my flesh to the bone. They exit the room and I wait for what feels like eternity until I see a familiar blonde head, with icy blue eyes walk through the door, holding a belt.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Summer.” He says huskily. Without saying another word, he quickly strides over to me, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the bed. He sits down, pulling me over his lap. One arm rests on my shoulder blades, pinning me to his body, the other one rubs slow circles around my ass.

Without warning, he smacks me, hard. I cry out in pain, tears forming quickly. He grabs the belt, rubbing my ass again and than smacking the belt down onto me.

I sob loudly and beg for him to stop and he does. He takes my face in his hands, and says roughly; “Don’t EVER damage my property again.”

I choke back sobs and mutter an apology. He releases my face and I crawl away slowly.

“Where are you going?” He spits grabbing my hair and pulling me up so that I’m on my knees. He pushes his now hard dick into my face, rubbing it through the fabric against my mouth. Finally he pulls his pants down, exposing his huge length.

He forces himself into my mouth. “Suck.” He commands. Slowly I run my tongue over the head, I’m not stupid I know how to give a blowjob.

Niall’s grip tightens in my hair and he throws his head back and moans. He pushes himself all the way, hitting the back of my throat. A shudder runs through me and I fight back a gag, he seems to like this because his dick twitches and pulses above my tongue.

Roughly, he grabs the back of my head with both hands. Winding them into my hair. He slams in and out of my mouth; snot runs down my nose as I gag, tears forming. I feel him twitch and his thrusts become sloppy. And then my throat is completely filled with liquid.

“Swallow it.” He commands. I shake my head from side to side, his dick still burring deep inside my mouth.

“Swallow, or you don’t get to breathe.” He says, plugging my nose between two of his fingers. I begin to panic and swallow the liquid in my throat, gagging.

He laughs and pulls out of me, tossing me on the floor like a used doll. “Get yourself cleaned up.” He spits, closing the door leaving me in complete darkness.

Notes

im sorry this is probably so gay but im high as shit so idc

~its my first smutt scene be nice pls~