New York Whore
Chapter Eleven
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Justin left her all alone in his penthouse for the next 3 days. The doors were locked, no phone, no internet, no bodyguards or cleaning ladies, and no way to communicate with the outside world. Nothing but her and her thoughts for 72 hours. "Gonna give you some time to think. I'll be back on Monday," read the note her ex had left for her. A little confused about what he meant and irked that he had left her locked up just like that, she also felt relieved to finally have some time for herself, even if she had to spend it all alone in that place.
"I guess there are worse places to be trapped in," she said to herself while opening the doors of the gigantic fridge, comparing the luxurious apartment to the smelly, dark warehouse were Estrada had kept her in what now seemed like a whole different life. She made herself a nice breakfast and worked out in the fully-equipped gym. After a long and relaxing bath she sat in the living room and searched in vain for something to read, there wasn't anything resembling a book in Justin's home, which did not surprise her. She turned the TV on and there was nothing on it but static accompanied by a "No Signal" sign in the upper right corner of the screen. "Great, what the hell am I supposed to do for 3 days?" She flipped the lid of a black shoe box placed on top of a coffee table next to her and found a stash of porn DVDs inside. A quick search revealed that they were all about hookers, escorts and women getting paid cash for sex. "Real subtle, Justin..." She rolled her eyes at the blatant intention and tried to take a nap instead. She failed to fall asleep. Half an hour later she was going through the DVDs again, laughing at their ridiculous titles and crassly designed covers. Finally, Selena picked one with a young girl that kind of resembled her.
"Latina Putas for Sale. Okay then..." she chuckled before hitting play. The movie took almost no time to get to the good stuff and soon the young porn actress was stripping off her tight short dress in a cheap motel room. Selena started biting one of her nails, the girl on screen did a good job of appearing like a hesitant novice and the images became too familiar for the pop-star, who had just performed some of the same lewd acts the night before. Thinking about that, and the things she's done at Santos' compound, at the auction or with Mike... it was hard to believe that was really her. She started feeling sick of herself and turned the movie off. But the very next day she was back at it again, rubbing one out to a DP scene with the same actress.
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Bieber woke her up very early on monday and brought her breakfast to bed.
"Good morning, babe."
"Wha-- what?... Is this a trick? Are you going to drug me or something?" An extremely drowsy Selena asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"No tricks, babe, just the breakfast you deserve."
"Wait, why are you being so nice to me?"
"What do you mean? You know how much I love you, babe."
"Justin, I'm not your girlfriend anymore, you're keeping me locked up in here like a prisoner!"
"Ok, look... I'm sorry about that. The truth is... I got kinda scared the other night when you tried to run away because... I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you again."
"But I don't want to be here, Justin. I want go back home. I wanna talk to my mom."
"Look, Selena, I did some thinking over the weekend and... and I was wrong to treat you like that. I won't pressure you to do anything like that again. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy."
"But I'm not--"
"Here. Take this. Call your mom. Call anyone you want."
He kissed her forehead and walked away, closing the door behind him. Selena stared at the phone for a long time. Was it a trap? There were only a couple of people she could realistically call, but the rumors about her new "vocation" would surely be out there already. How could she be honest with her friends or her family? How could she explain the things she had done to get here there? And there was no way she was going to call her manager. The first thing he'd want to do would be to address the speculation. Put a statement out there, have her make some calls, public appearances, maybe even some interviews to put the illusion of normalcy out there. She wasn't ready for any of that.
"What kind of game is this?" she said, stepping into the kitchen in her cute kitty pink pajamas, where Justin was making himself a sandwich.
"Not a game, babe. I'm just giving you the phone."
"But why?! Why are you being so weird?!"
"Look, I don't think I've told you this story but, when I was a little kid, I had a crush on this girl at my school, right? And she wouldn't even look at me. So I started pulling pranks on her to get her attention. Pulling her hair, lifting up her skirt, dumb shit like that that eventually got me in trouble with the teacher. One day my mom sat me down and told me that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so the next day I apologized and gave the girl some nice flowers."
"And then what? She became your girlfriend or something?"
"Nope. She still hated my guts and threw the flowers in the thrash. I kinda stopped trying after that."
"Is there a point to that story?"
"I'm not sure, but when I got famous she went to one of my shows and begged me to let her suck my dick."
"Well congratulations. What an inspiring tale, Justin!" she scoffed with frustration as she turned around to go back to her room.
"Wait!" Justin stopped her, "I just... I really thought we were going to be happy this time but-- shit, you always have to make shit difficult for me, huh? And after all I've done for you..."
"Done for me?! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I rescued you from Estrada! Or did you forget that already?! Do you have any idea of the kind of cruel shit he had planned for you? You don't, and you'll never have to, because I got you out of there! Me! You think I'm like a villain or something when I should be your fucking hero, I fucking saved you!"
"I... ok, maybe I haven't thanked you for that. But you can't keep me prisoner here and blackmail me and expect me not to hate you!"
"You don't get it, do you? I'm only doing this because I want us to be together, I'll do anything to keep you here with me until you realize that you still love me!"
"Wow, you're actually insane! Maybe I am too for even having this conversation."
"Yeah, maybe we both are because, according to Arnie Newtown, you weren't complaining like this when you were sitting on his dick!"
"Because you forced me to--!"
"I didn't force you to do anything. I just gave you an excuse to act like a whore and you took it, because that's what you wanted."
"That's not true! You said you'd send the video to my mom if I didn't--"
"I told you that if anyone approached you with an offer you'd tell them to talk to me. Newton approached you but he didn't have any offer, he was just drunk and horny and trying to make a move on you like he always does. He had no idea you were a prostitute until you told him."
"But I thought that--"
"And even after that, I never told you to let him cum inside you or to give him your panties. Oh no, that was all you, babe!"
She admitted guilt through her silence. Selena had no arguments to throw at him. It was true, she had assumed the role of the high-priced girl so quickly that she never stopped to think there could be any other way.
"That's why I was so disappointed when you tried to run away, babe," Justin continued, holding her hands, "It's like, whether you want to admit it or not, we both know you like selling yourself. And I think that's hot as fuck. So why keep pretending?"
"I don't like it!"
"Oh shut up, Newton told everyone at Disney all the dirty shit he did to you, and how much you enjoyed it."
"He's lying!"
"Nah, I saw the look in your eyes when you came out of that room. You were beaming with joy. I know you, you only get that look right after you do a show. A big one."
"It's not like that, I--"
"And let's be real here, when I was your boyfriend you didn't let me finish inside for like the first year, but you had no problem letting that old fuck cum inside you the very first time. You even encouraged him! So that must mean I'm the problem, right?"
"Justin, I--"
"'Cause you were Abel's whore, right? And Santo's whore and Estrada's... but you won't be my whore? That hurts me! Like, am I really so awful? Do you really hate me that much? What happened to all those time you swore you'd love me forever, huh? That you would do anything for me?" he asked with teary eyes, his voice cracking constantly. "I though that-- that deep down, you still loved me..."
Selena wasn't sure if he was acting really well or if she had gone completely insane but she was actually feeling bad for him. She couldn't figure out if she was a masochist or just crazy. "That changed when you fucking cheated on me with all of those instagram sluts, remember?" she retorted, trying to remind herself why she had left him in the first place.
"That was shitty of me, I know, and I'm sorry I did that to you. But I don't do that anymore. You might not believe me but I really have changed."
"Right."
"I have, and I'm trying to show you that."
"By keeping me here against my will?!"
"I'm not keeping you here. You're free to go. The door is open and Mike isn't here to stop you, so go. Walk out if you want."
Selena's eyes alternated between him and the door. Was he serious? Could she just walk out like that after months of being told where to go and what to do?
"Fuck you," she said and took a step towards the front door. Then another. And another. No one tried to stop her so she kept going, her heart-beat raising with every step. She turned the knob and walked out the door. Was she dreaming? Was she really free? She called the elevator, expecting someone to be waiting behind the metal doors to drag her back to Justin. But the elevator was empty and so she rode it down to the lobby, where no one bothered her either. Selena walked comfortably out of the building and onto the crowded streets of New York City. She looked up at the clear sky, squinting and bathing in the warm morning sunlight.
"Hey, are you Selena Gomez?" an short man asked her, tapping her shoulder lightly, "Can we take a picture?"
"Umm, yeah..." she acquiesced, smiling awkwardly for the camera.
An obese woman passing by noticed them and asked for the same thing. Selena engaged with her too and then with the other people that started recognizing her.
When the crowd started to get bigger she excused herself and started walking away. She crossed one street and realized she had no idea where she was going. She had left the phone at Justin's and she had no money, no plan. Who could she possibly go to for help? Surely Magda Chen would've made sure to inform everyone in the industry of what happened at Janick's party; the rumor could have even reached her mom by then. She wouldn't believe it, of course, but she'd have a lot of questions that Selena had no way of answering yet. The same reasons why she had not called anyone with the phone Justin had given her were preventing her from going anywhere else. She stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts and think of a plan.
"Oh my God is that Selena Gomez?!" a young teenage girl screamed excitedly from across the street and ran to take a picture with her. As the exhilarated fan rambled about how much she loved her music and movies, Selena noticed more people were approaching. She started walking again without direction, just trying to get away from the fans screaming her name and asking for pictures.
"SELENA, PLEASE COME BACK!"
"DON'T GO, SELENA, WE LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOUR PAJAMAS, SELENA!"
"I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAAAN!!!"
Being in Manhattan, it was only a matter of time until the photographers showed up, alerted by the many posts on social media about the pop singer's first public appearance in several months. They also started shouting things at her as they chased her down, "SELENA, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THE LAST MONTHS?"
"ARE YOU PREGNANT, SELENA?"
She tried to hide inside the first fashion boutique she could find but the surprised faces of the people inside, who instantly recognized her, made her change her mind so she kept on walking, as fast as she could without actually running, afraid that it would attract more attention and make everything even worse. But what else could she do? She kept looking back and acting like nothing was bothering her but the crowd of photographers kept getting bigger and bigger and their questions more aggressive.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, SELENA?"
"ARE THE RUMORS TRUE, SELENA?!"
That last one rattled her. She tripped and almost fell down as her heel got caught in a sidewalk grate. "Rumors?!" she thought, mortified, "Do they know?! Does everybody know?!"
"SELENA, IS IT TRUE YOU HAD SEX WITH AN EXECUTIVE FOR MONEY?"
"WERE YOU DRUNK, SELENA?"
"SELENA, CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR FANS THAT ARE WORRIED ABOUT THE PROSTITUTION RUMORS?"
"ARE YOU BROKE?"
She stopped in her tracks and froze for a few seconds, "Oh my God they know! They know! THEY KNOW!"
"IS IT TRUE, SELENA?"
"PLEASE, SELENA, JUST ONE PICTURE!"
"MY SISTER LOVES YOU SO MUCH, SELENA!"
"SELENA, DID YOU KNOW THAT SLUTLENA IS A TRENDING TOPIC ON TWITTER?"
"ARE YOU TAKING DRUGS AGAIN, SELENA?"
The crowd had caught up and had her surrounded, the chorus of their incessant petitions and questions became a loud, discordant cacophony piercing her ears and her mind.
"SELENA!"
"SELENA!"
"SELENA!"
"SELENA!"
"SELENA!"
"SELENA!"
She panicked and shoved her way out of there, running back to Justin's building under the confused look of the people still waiting to take a picture with her and the hungry paparazzi delighted in getting as many shots as possible of the young star escaping from her own fans.
"HOW RUDE!"
"Wow, Selena really is a bitch, huh?"
Moments later she slowly stepped back into the apartment, crestfallen and defeated. Justin approached her and gently wiped the tears running down her chubby cheeks. She was sure he was about to make fun of her, to denigrate or abuse her in some way. "I don't know what to do... where to go. I'm... I'm all alone," she admitted through her tears.
"You're not alone. I'll take care of you," he replied, hugging the disgraced singer as she sobbed on his chest.
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The next couple of weeks were really weird for Selena, in that they were so atypically ordinary. She had been going outside with Justin a lot and doing normal, healthy things like hiking, shopping, watching movies or going to the gym. And he was really nice to her during that time. Kind, funny, respectful. She suspected it was all a ruse, that he was playing mind-tricks with her but still, she could not help but feel something for him again. The weird thing was that he still had not tried to touch her, or asked her to touch him; or anyone else. In fact, there had not been a single sexual interaction of any kind between them. Not a slight look at her cleavage or a brush of her legs, not even a single inappropriate comment. Was he fucking with her mind or had he somehow lost interest after all she'd put her through? The media had a field day with the news that she and Justin were hanging out together again, of course, but she'd stopped using social media a long time ago. The only person whose opinion she worried about constantly was her mom, but during all of that time the phone he had given her remained on top of her dresser, untouched. Whenever Selena thought of calling her mother she would start remembering the things she's done at Santos' compound or at the auction, or even that night with Mike and Mr. Newton; she'd feel deeply ashamed and would leave it alone. Lying to her mom was something she hated doing, and she was really bad at it. She knew she'd ask her where she'd been, what she had been doing and, of course, about Justin. Mandy hated him for how badly he had treated Selena before the break up and she would certainly want to know if they were together again. What could she respond to that? Justin and her were not dating, and they were not a couple, but they were something.
Four weeks passed since Janick's party just like that, and during that time Justin did not ask anything of her. A whole month of nothing but the most wholesome and healthy activities and interactions. Not one dirty word or improper graze. Four weeks with no action at all. It was slowly driving her crazy. She hated him so much. He had hurt her so bad. So why was she spending every single day hoping for a kiss? Biting her lip every time he got out of the shower or walked around the place shirtless. Was she actually falling for him again or had she just gotten so used to getting it every day that she was now going through withdrawals? Either way, she was getting desperate for it. For something. Anything. And so, one night while they were on the couch watching a documentary, against every rational thought in her head, Selena made a move on Justin. "Hey, can you pass me the chips?" she said, leaning into him, making sure he felt her tits, unencumbered by a bra, on his naked arm. But he did not acknowledge her or her world-famous breasts. Instead he got up, announced he was really tired, and went to bed.
The frustrated brunette went to her room and tried to fall asleep but ended up just tossing and turning for an hour. She pressed her ear to Justin's door and made sure he was asleep before going back to the living room. In the back of one of the paintings on the wall she found the one disc she had saved from the black shoe box weeks ago, right before Justin had gotten rid of them all, along with every other piece of media that had any kind of sexual content. She put "Latina Putas for Sale" on and fingered herself, imagining Justin in the role of the client for the third night in a row. After finishing she immediately felt repulsed by herself but she was able to fall asleep.
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"There's something I need to ask you," Bieber said the next morning as Selena walked into the kitchen wearing one of his old, loose-fitting t-shirts, toothbrush in her mouth and still rubbing the drowsiness out of her sleepy, slightly puffy eyes.
"Okay... good morning to you too," she joked nervously, noticing the stern look on his face.
"Did something happen with you and Mike?"
"Wha-- what do you mean?"
"Did something happen?"
"I mean, you told me to--"
"I'm not talking about the day you got here. After that. Did you two did something without my permission?"
"...no, I never... I just... No, Justin, I didn't," she lied, unconvincingly.
"You can be honest with me."
"I didn't, Justin! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Right now, please."
"I just told you I didn't do anything!"
"You know Mike was my most trusted man. He was like a brother to me and you still betrayed me like that."
"Betrayed you? I didn't--"
"Just admit it!"
"But I--"
"Please."
She sighed deeply and said nothing.
"Why did you do it?"
Again she said nothing.
"Did you do it to hurt me?"
Her face turned red and she struggled to meet his eyes. For some reason she felt like a child in front of him and she reacted like such, playing deaf and looking the other way, feeling crushed under the weight of his disapproving stare.
"Fine. Don't say anything. I'm done with this!" he snapped, grabbing her wrist and dragging her across the living room.
"What are you doing?!" she whined, unable to get free.
"Come on, Selena, it's time!"
"Time for what?!"
"For you to learn a lesson."
He pushed her inside the one room in the apartment she'd never been in before, completely white and empty except for a small pedestal in the middle, and a dog cage that he quickly forced her into. "What the hell is this?!" the scared girl yelped, examining her surroundings. The cage was wide enough to fit her and maybe another person but not tall enough to allow her to stand up. "Don't move!" He yelled, tying her wrists together with some kind of pink nylon fabric he had lying around and locked the cage.
"Justin, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Giving you some time to think," he said before exiting the room. She was left alone for the rest of the day, nothing but a a bowl of water to keep her company. She cried for hours, angry at herself for not escaping when she had the chance, for getting comfortable with the easy life that Justin had been providing for her.
That first night, the sound of her cage being opened woke her up. It was too dark to tell what was going on but a slender figure sat on top of her stomach and cuffed her hands to the bars behind her head. "What are you-- Don't touch me!" the helpless latina screamed, kicking and trying to break free from her restraints. The figure caught her ankles and cuffed them before putting chains on them. "LET ME GO!" Selena screamed again with her legs wide open, now immobilized and at the mercy of her attacker. The female figure slapped her hard and pulled on the terrified latina's dark, unruly hair. She felt the intruder climbing on top of her and groping her in the shadows. "No! Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" she cried, buckling her hips to try and knock her down. It was useless, the chains kept her limbs secured to the cage's bars and unable to put up any kind of competent defense. "Shhh," the stranger whispered in Selena's ear, her hands squeezing both of the pop-star's breasts.
"Why is this happening to me", Selena thought as the trespasser shifted her body around. Something warm and smooth brushed against her cheeks and then the enticing scent of pussy filled her nostrils. "I don't want--mmfff!" her complaints were muffled by the moist and meaty pussy straddling her face. "OOHMF, OHMFKN GDDD!!!" she moaned with her mouth full of cunt as the stranger's tongue lapped slowly and dutifully at the bound girl's clit and all the way down to her taint. Selena resisted the urge to reciprocate at the beginning, but pride was eventually no match for the amazing sensations coursing through her body or the hunger growing in her loins and she soon found herself lapping away at the wet folds brushing against her chin. It was an instinctual response, ingrained in her through several months of being the fucktoy of powerful people. Her body had gotten so used to giving pleasure and her mind to self-sacrifice that she could no longer respond to any kind of sexual stimulus with anything other than complete and ungrudging compliance, no matter the circumstance. And so, the woman on top of her continued to grind her hips against the captive girl's face, faster and faster until Selena's tongue went numb, pussy juice washing down her chin and neck as the intruder's body convulsed on top of her. "No, please, don't stop! I'm so close!" the latina pleaded between short and erratic breaths, but the trespasser left anyway, leaving the chained pop-star in a profound state of frustration and shame for the rest of the night.
She was surprised to see the tall man walk in the next day. It was very early in the morning when he opened the cage, collared her and lead her to the bathroom, crawling on all fours like a bitch just like he had done when she was in Estrada's custody. "You said you would help me! I can't believe I trusted you too!" she shouted at him, infuriated by his permanent state of silence and stoicism. He locked her in the dog cage again right after that. Justin visited her later and sat in a little stool to watch her eat from the pink dog bowl adorned with her name she'd been provided. "Why are you doing this to me?! Please, Justin, let me out of here! I'll be good! I'll do what you want!" she pleaded time and time again, but he just shook his head and stared at her.
Then Taylor stepped inside, "We don't believe you," she declared, walking over to Selena's cage,
"I'm telling the truth!" the brunette said, looking up with rage in her eyes at the stunning blonde, "And why the fuck are you here?"
"I made a deal with Justin to help with your training, remember? And I don't think you are ready yet."
"Ready for what?"
"To be who you really are."
"What?! What are you talking about?!"
"Look, we've been through this. I know how it feels. So does Justin. Wasting away your life pretending to be something you're not. Taking pictures with your dumb fans, answering stupid questions from stupid reporters. The meetings, the appearances, the paparazzi, the commercials, the tabloids, the boring parties. Don't you want to do something more? Something that really makes you feel alive?"
"Yes, but not like this! I don't want to be anyone's slave!"
"And you don't have to be. If you listen to us you can be free, Sel, not only from this cage but from all of it!"
"But I already did what he wanted!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"I fucked that guy at the party! What more do you assholes want from me?!"
"We want you to stop acting like you hate this."
"Look, you want me to admit it? Okay! I liked having sex with Newton. That's why I gave him my panties and that's why I ate his cum!"she said, with tears in her eyes, "Are you fucking happy now?"
"And what about Mike?"
"I... I didn't.."
"Stop lying, you little bitch, we know what you did. Just admit it."
"...he fingered me. In the car. On our way back here."
"And what else?"
Selena looked away.
"What else?!"
"And I sucked his dick, ok?"
"Did Justin tell you to do that?"
"No."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I was drunk!"
"Be honest, Selena. That's not why you did it."
"Yes it is!"
"You're not getting out of here until you stop lying to us. So I'll ask you again, why did you blow Mike in the car?"
She sighed, frustrated, "Because I'm a slut, ok?! There, I said it! I'm a slut and I wanted him in my mouth! Are you happy now?! Can you let me out of here?"
"So if I let you out, you'll be a good little whore and you'll do what Justin tells you to?"
"...yes."
"Say it."
She sighed again, "If you let me out I'll be a good little whore and I'll do what Justin wants."
"And what does Justin want, dear?"
"I don't know... He wants me to fuck people for money. Isn't that the point of all of this?"
"No, that's what you don't get, Sel. What Justin wants is for you to be happy."
"Okay, that is so stupid! You guys are ridiculous, you know that?"
Vexed by her reaction, Taylor rubbed her forehead and looked at Justin like a tired teacher dealing with a problem student.
"Do you know what Abel has been doing since you left him?" the pretty blonde continued.
"Umm, no..." answered Selena, a little rattled by the sudden mention of her ex-boyfriend's name.
"Me neither. And you know why? Because he just went on with his life. Never tried to get you back or even talk to you or figure out how you were doing. He hasn't given it a second thought. Never really gave a shit about you. And same thing with Santos. They were just using you. The only one who cares about you is Justin. And you know I've always hated his guts, I've been honest about that since the beginning. But he is all you have know. Just think about that."
"I have my family."
"Do you? Because Justin told me he gave you a phone to talk to them, he even let you walk out of here and you never once tried to contact them."
Selena stayed silent, looking away.
"You can't face them, right? And you can't face your manager or anyone in your team because they all know what you did at Janick's. And you can't call any of your other famous friends because you're too ashamed that they might know what you've been doing, right? So all you have now is Justin and me."
"I... I guess so," she admitted reluctantly.
"Good. Now we're making progress."
"Can I go to the bathroom? I really have to pee."
"There's a bucket you can use over there."
"I'm not peeing in a bucket, Taylor, I'm not an animal!"
"You'll live like one as long as you're in there."
"Then what the fuck do I have to do to get out of here?! I already promised to do what you guys want!"
"Okay then, prove it."
"What?"
"Prove that you will do what it takes to be free."
"How can I prove anything from here?"
The tall blonde smirked, pulled out the phone from her pocket and slipped it through the cage bars.
"Why are you giving me this?"
"That video of you and Mike is there. Send it to your mom and I'll let you go."
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! WHY WOULD I EVER DO THAT?!"
"It's the only way. Once your mom sees that there will be no going back to all of that ordinary bullshit. You'll stop pretending to be anything other than a horny slut and you'll be ready to start living again. Happy and free."
"You're fucking crazy!"
"I did it."
"You did what?"
"I was just like you. Sad and afraid and anxious all the time. Feeling like I was going to get crushed under the weight of having to live a lie to make everyone else around me happy. I've never told you this but... I even tried to kill myself once."
"Taylor... I didn't know."
"But I stopped myself at the last second. I decided my happiness was more important than whatever people thought about me or anything else. So the next day I went to a sex club, I fucked a bunch of guys and I sent the pictures to my family."
"Oh my God, Taylor!"
"Best thing I ever did."
"What-- what did they say to you?"
"They haven't spoken to me since."
"That's horrible!"
"Is it, though? I'm happier than I've ever been. If they can't accept who I am then too bad, I don't need them. Don't you want to know how that feels like, Sel? To be completely free and comfortable with yourself? To be truly and undeniably happy?"
"How can I be happy when you treat me like this?!"
"Because you get off on being abused, Selena! That's why you never really got over this asshole over here."
"That's not--!"
"Shut up! We know it and so do you! And you know what? There's no shame in that, everyone has their perversions. I know they probably taught you at church school that they're wrong and you're a bad person for it but it's not true. God wants you to be happy and I've seen how happy you are with a big cock shoved down your throat. So stop feeling guilty for wanting what you want and just fucking embrace it!"
Neither one said anything for a couple of minutes. Sitting cross-legged inside her cage, the pensive latina weighed her options.
"Maybe you're right, ok? I've been depressed for a long time, yes, and all of that stuff that you said about me-- liking those things... that's probably true also but-- but I can't send that to my mom. There are things I just won't do. No matter how much you threaten me."
"Fine, then you can stay here, pissing in a bucket."
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It was the same routine for the next 3 days, all of them spent inside the cage. All day she would stare at the phone, hold it in her hand, trying to work up the courage to call somebody, only to put it back down, accepting the fact that there was no one she could turn to after the things she had done. No one who would understand. The tall man would let her out in the mornings then take her right back in. In the afternoon Justin would sit and watch her, smoking pot and eating Doritos while she begged and cursed at him to let her go. Then at night, and always in complete darkness, the female intruder would come in and molest her, working her up to the point of climax with but always stopping just before she could achieve it, leaving Selena chained and in a constant state of sexual frustration. The third night, an exhausted Selena didn't wake up until the intruder had already left, but not before setting up a machine that tortured her for most of the night by ruthlessly fucking her against her will but always stopping just before she could cum.
She lost count of how many hours they tortured her like that, but by the time the sun came up she just could not take any more. And so, on the fourth day, she said something that finally got through to Justin.
"Please, Justin! Let me go! Let me out of here, please!" Selena cried in despair, "I'll suck your dick, I'll sucks your friends dicks, ok? I'll fuck anyone you want! Just please don't do this to me! Don't treat me like this! Please, pleaaaaassseeee!"
"What about the video?" he asked all of a sudden.
"Anything but that, Justin, please! Anything! I'm begging you, if you really love me, please let me out of here. I'll be good to you, I'll be obedient, I'll be the whore you want me to be. I'll make you proud of me! Pleeeeease!"
"Are you sure that you'll do absolutely anything I say? No complaining, no running away or trying to get out of it?"
Startled by him actually acknowledging her plead, she stuttered to answer, "Y--yes, any-- anything... anything you want."
"Okay then, let's put that to the test," he said, looking for the key in his pocket. "I'm going to be completely honest with you, babe. Taylor told me not to let you out until you sent the video, no matter how much you begged but... I'm going to give you one more chance. A chance to prove yourself to me. If you pass this test you won't have to go back to that cage."
"Yes! Yes, Justin! I'll do it, whatever you want!"
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That night, at 11:22 PM, Selena Gomez stepped into a dirty and lonely street in the Bronx in another sexy, tight-fitting short black dress.
Justin explained to her that Manhattan was too clean, too affluent, too good for her after the way she had behaved, that's why they were there instead. "This is your last chance," he had threatened her on the ride there, "If you try to back out of this..."
"No! I won't, I won't! Just don't put me in that room again. I'll do whatever you want, Justin. You'll be pleased with me, I promise."
She'd been out of the cage for a whole day and already she was starting to regret her promise to Justin. With her last "job" at Janick's party more than a month behind her and no idea what Justin had planned for her test, the nerves were starting to get to her. She was biting her nails as the car stopped and her pimp nodded to her to get out.
"Get to work. I'll be watching," Justin said before speeding off with his driver.
"But what am I supposed to do here--?!" she yelled, standing under a street light as the car disappeared around the corner.
Alone and afraid she inspected her surroundings. There was a liquor store across the street next to a couple of abandoned businesses. A couple of people coming out of a deteriorated 7/11 on the other end of the street and, after a couple of minutes a gray 1989 Honda with two hubcaps missing rattled it's way down the street, "NICE LEGS, MAMACITA!" the driver shouted at Selena, sticking his head out of the window and honking a couple of times before his car disappeared in the distance, leaving a black cloud of smoke behind. Unsettled, she started walking towards the next street, where the lights were brighter.
As petite as she was, the dress was intentionally too small for her and it clung to her slender body like it was painted on, tightly hugging every curve of her delicious form and threatening to rip open with every nervous breath she took.
After every two or three steps her skirt would ride up and she had to keep pulling it down constantly to keep it from exposing her thighs and the shiny red thong she had chosen for the night, also a size too small for her, so much so that it had lost any practical purpose by disappearing into her ass crack as she was trying to get out of the car. Now Selena could feel the fabric burrowing deeper with each step and snuggling between her pussy, her lips wrapped firmly around the narrow piece of fabric at the front, unable to cover the incipient patch of dark hair starting to grow on her mound.
Then, as she turned around the corner, she understood what Justin wanted. A couple of women were standing there, each with a cigarette in hand, dressed in clothes equally vulgar and skimpy. Their faces smeared with cheap makeup and tired expressions that told the story of a hundred nights just like that one. Selena felt her heart drop, did Justin really expect her to do what they did? Sleeping with rich guys after drinking expensive champagne at a fancy party was one thing but this, this was a whole different situation.
"Umm, excuse me... do you think I could borrow your phone for a second? It'll just be a quick call to my... boyfriend," she asked meekly, hoping she'd be able to call Justin and renegotiate the terms of her promise.
The black woman with short hair to her right took one quick look at her, "What, you new or somethin'?
"No, I--"
"Who you with?" asked the other woman, her greasy red hair getting in the way of her unsteady hands as she tried to light up another cigarette.
"Who am I with?"
"Yeah, your pimp must be pretty fucking dumb to send a pretty girl like you to a shit-hole like this."
"Oh no, I'm not a-- I'm just lost."
"Pfft!" the ginger loudly interrupted her, "Can you believe this little bitch, Jo?"
"Cut that shit, little girl, ain't no lost bitches 'round here," said the other hooker, "It don't take a genius to know what a girl walking around here at this hour and dressed like that is about. You got cold feet or somethin'?
"I'm... I don't-- I, um... What I, um..."
"Well I hope you're better at suckin' than talkin', sugar, or you not gonna make it in this here business!"
The two women burst out in laughter. Selena was about to walk away when an old red convertible, way past its better days, stopped on top of the sidewalk, cutting off her path. The experienced hookers approached the driver immediately, "Hey, baby, you wanna have some fun?"
"Nah, I don't want no old bitches! I want some of that young thing right there..."
"Fuck you, asshole!" the two older women said, flipping the finger at him.
Selena side-stepped the car and kept on walking away terrified, but a moment later the red convertible had caught up with her.
Driving at the girl's pace with the windows down, the driver insisted, "Why you running, baby? Don't you want to make a couple bucks?"
"No, I'm not a-- I don't do that," Selena replied, head down and making a point of looking straight ahead, as if she could make him and the car disappear just by not looking at them.
"Oh, c'mon, don't give me that. I'll be nice to you, I promise!"
"No, I'm not-- Leave me alone, please."
"I've never seen you 'round here, this your first time?"
Selena got to the end of the street and crossed it, as she kept going with the vehicle right by her side, her surroundings started getting even worse. The street she was on now was barely lit and completely deserted, vacant businesses making up for most of the scenery.
"Look, I might not look like it, but I'm a nice guy, okay? And this neighborhood you're in, this is a baaaaaaad neighborhood. It's no place for a pretty girl like you."
A dozen feet or so from them, a group of men walked out of a pawn shop with a huge neon sign that read "QUICK CASH TRADING POST" in light green, they immediately noticed the hot girl in the short dress being followed by the red convertible, and Selena noticed them too. She froze and began to frantically look around for some place to hide.
"Yeah, I don't like the look of those guys either. Just get in the car and I'll take you somewhere else. I just want to have a little fun with you first."
Selena finally looked at him, then at the six guys approaching, laughing and blowing kisses at her. "But I'm not--"
"It's either me or the six of them, make your choice 'cause I'm not gonna hang around her to see how you deal with 'em" he insisted, opening the passengers door for her.
Biting her nails, she looked at him again, then at the incoming group, then back at him and then at them again. They were so close, she could smell the the cloud of booze surrounding them, she could see the lust in their eyes.
"Good girl," the driver grinned when she finally made her choice.
"Now let's find a quiet place to talk."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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