Kidnapped by 7 jerks

Punishment (1)

MaKayla's point of view:

"Why would you do that? WE HAVE TO MOVE NOW!" Axel yelled as he slapped me. "Haven't we got the slaps out of the way yet?" I asked as tears brimmed my eyes. I blinked them back quickly and rolled my eyes as well. "Not now. No." Taylor announced as he and the other came and slapped me. "WE! ARE NEVER EVER EVER GOING TO LOVE EACH OTHER!" I sang loudly. Annoying all the boys in he process. Hey, look! I'm making a point and annoying them. Bonus!

"Shut up!" Alex yelled as he kicked me in the gut. "Wow... Who knew you could kick." I whispered breathlessly in pain. "I was a soccer player." Alex stated, as if answering my question. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" I breathed in deeply and let them out. "Quit breathing like that. It's annoying." Taylor stated as he rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't be breathing like this if it wasn't for Godzilla over there." I pointed out as I looked directly at Alex. Alex glared at me and kicked me once again.

Suddenly, we were home. "To soon." I whispered as I was literally pushed out of the van and onto the Rocky ground. "Everybody! Start packing!" Taylor announced as he grabbed me roughly and pushed me to the front door. Once again, I was pushed onto the floor. "Jeez. You don't look happy." I stated as Taylor stood over me. "You look like a human mountain. I don't like this position." I stated as I looked up at him. Taylor looked down and smirked. He looked back up at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "But I do." He shot back as he dropped on top of me.

The only thing that was keeping him from crushing me, was Taylor's arms that were beside each side of my head. "Why did I say anything?" I muttered under my breath as Taylor began to kiss my neck lightly. I knew the gentleness was not going to last, speaking of how last time turned out. "Please don't Taylor." I whispered. "What did you just say?" Taylor whispered harshly in my ear as he stood up and kicked me in my stomach. "Please don't." I repeated. Taylor rolled his eyes, and picked me up. He then, carried me upstairs and into the room which was dedicated to hell. His room. Taylor's fucking room!

"Dont!" I announced seriously as I began to kick, punch, and scream. "Shut up! Your giving me a friggin headache!" Taylor groaned as he threw me down into his bed and locked his bedroom door. From there he started to climb on top of me.

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"Baby! We have all been horny boasters with out you here." Taylor smirked at me, before kissing my neck roughly. "TAYLOR!" I yelled loudly, hopping for one of the neighbors to hear me. Sadly, every time I scream for help, nobody hears me. No body. Not one.

Taylor quickly stripped me out of my clothes and stripped himself as well. Taylor looked at me and nodded and I shook my head and quickly covered my area. Taylor groaned but I pressed my hands harder onto my special area, not letting him gain access. "Move your hands." Taylor stated seriously as he glared down at me. "No." I replied. "This is your last warning, MaKayla. Move. Your. Hands." He said dangerously. I didn't move my hands nor did I blink. "THATS IT!" Taylor screamed as he duck taped my hands onto the wall and then slammed into me with out warning.

"Taylor!" I yelled in pain. Taylor obviously does not know the difference between pain and pleasure because he just moaned. "Scream my name, Baby." He moaned. This is the battle of the opposites. Pain versus Pleasure. I cringed as he moaned once again and went back to kissing my neck. Rougher this time. This was the roughest he has ever went before. "TAYLOR!" I screamed louder, than ever before. It hurt so much.... How was this pleasure to him?

"Your beautiful baby." Taylor whispered before pulling his dick out of me and moving towards my sacred area. He flicked his tongue in and out of me and he moaned once again. "Push against me, Baby!" I didn't do as he said. I just laid there, screaming, as all I felt was pain. "Push up against me now." Taylor yelled angrily as he bit my "area's part" I did as he said he moaned louder and longer than ever before. "Move." He demanded. I moved and he moved his head along.

"This is disgusting." I whispered as Taylor pulled out of me. He must have heard what I said because he turned around and back handed me across the face. "There is more where that came from." He said with a smirk as he began to walk out of his bedroom and probably went to go downstairs or to the kitchen.