New York Whore Chapter 13

  New York Whore

Chapter Thirteen.

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Bieber said nothing to her on the ride back to his home. Not a single word. He didn't need to, Selena understood how disappointed he was in her. She was disappointed in herself too.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked sheepishly once they were back at his place. He sighed like an upset father after a bad parents-teachers conference and made her something to eat. Selena sat down in the kitchen, still in a daze from the events of that night she devoured the food. "I know I screwed up but I got scared, alright? It was really scary being out there by myself!"

"That was the point," he finally spoke, "I wanted you to see how lucky you are. I take care of you, I take you to nice places, introduce you to safe clients... There's absolutely no danger of risk for you and still you cry and complain every time. You're such an ungrateful little bitch!"

"I'm sorry, and you're right, Justin, you're absolutely right! I've been very bad you and you've helped me so much, I-- I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you."

She got up and hugged him from the back, crying as he remained completely still.

"I'll be better from now on, I promise!"

"That's enough for now," he said, turning around, "We can talk about this tomorrow, right now you need to rest."

"Yes, master," Selena replied while he secured the dog collar around her neck. She knew her role well and got down on her hands and knees, then crawled obediently as Justin led her back to her cage. There, she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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When she opened her eyes again Justin had just walked into the room.

"Good morning," he greeted her with a laid-back attitude.

"Mmm, good morning" she replied sluggishly

"Listen, I thought about last night and I think Taylor was right."

"...What? Right about what?"

"About you not being ready. I shouldn't have let you out yet. I tried giving you one last chance and you wasted it, now you've forced my hand."

"YOU SENT THE VIDEO TO MY MOM?!" she yelled, terrified.

"Calm down, slut!" he shouted, kicking her cage, "I didn't. And don't you fucking raise your voice to me like that again. I know I said I would, but no, I didn't."

"Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said, crawling like a bitch towards him. He reached down and caressed her cute cheeks through the bars.

"I don't want to send that video, baby. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to be good to you. I want us to be happy together."

"I want that too, Justin, I promise! I swear!"

"That sounds great, but I don't believe you."

"I mean it! I do!"

"You really disappointed me last night, you know."

"I know, I'm so sorry."

"And at Janick's party... you really embarrassed me, made a fool out of me."

"But-- but I did what you wanted!"

"Oh, really? Because I don't remember telling you to run away from the party like a crazy bitch! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me?"

Helpless and defeated, Selena could no longer ague against his claims. All she wanted now was for him not to be angry at her anymore.

"You're right, I'm sorry..."

"That's all you keep saying, but I don't believe you anymore because you just don't get it!" Justin shouted in exasperation, pulling at his own dirty blonde hair. In an furious haste he opened Selena's cage, pulled the captive brunette out by her mane and pushed her against the wall.

"Justin, what--!"

"Don't fucking move!"

Terrified, she nodded and stared in complete silence as her ex-boyfriend opened the door for the tall man. He walked in and silently nodded to the couple before grabbing a metal contraption from the other end of the room and dropping it in the middle of the floor.

"What's-- what is that?" she asked nervously to no answer.

He secured a small, squared base to the pedestal she'd observed before with a couple of bolts so that it stood about 5 inches above the ground and then screwed a small, chromed pole that went through all the way to the floor. "Put those on," Justin ordered, throwing her a pair of black 12-inch stilettos.

"What? Why? Are we going somewhere?"

"Not yet, dear," Taylor Swift said as she walked into the room with a confident stride.

"We can't have another scene like the one you pulled at Janick's, so now you won't be going anywhere until you learn to behave properly."

"Don't talk to me, Taylor, I hate you!"

"Look, Sel, I know you don't believe it but I really am trying to help you. And if you really want to get rid of me, you'll have to start doing what you're told."

"I'm not sending the video to my mom! I'm not crazy like you!"

"Don't be rude to her, babe. She's here to help."

"No! We can talk about this, Justin! We don't need her or him! It's like you said, we can be happy, just the two of us."

"JUST PUT THE FUCKING HEELS ON IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!!" Bieber yelled angrily, spitting all over himself. "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SELENA? WHY DO YOU FORCE ME TO PUNISH YOU?!"

"Pu-- punish me? Bu--but, what--"

"JUST DO WHAT I SAY, CUNT!"

Startled, Selena slipped her small feet into the shoes. Justin had called her many things since they had known each other, but never the C-word. Whatever was going on... it was different, way more serious than before.

"Justin... I'm scared..." she cried, shaking in her heels as the tall man rested his big, calloused hands on her tiny shoulders.

"Taylor asked our friend here to make this for you," Justin explained, screwing the last bolt on the metal device, the purpose of which the nervous latina could not figure out.

"What is it?"

"Step over here."

"Justin, what--"

"Shut the fuck up and get ready for your punishment."

"Punishment?! For what?!"

"Hold her up."

"Eeek! No! Don't touch me!" She screamed as the tall man held her arms up by the wrists and tied them together, "Let me go! What is all of this?!" He lifted her off the ground with impressive ease and she gasped with surprise. Her ex-boyfriend stared at her legs swinging in the air. The edge of the old t-shirt she had slept in was just high enough for a hint of her pussy to peek out. He stared up at her sweet, pink gap and spread her thighs apart with his hands.

"Stop that! Let me go!" the hanging brunette demanded helplessly. Her petite anatomy squirming and shifting as her ex-boyfriend shoved his face between her creamy, soft thighs and tasted her for the first time in years. "Fuck, I missed that," he said, savoring her nectar and taking in the faint musk of her perfect little pussy. After a nod from him, the tall man lowered the former Disney star onto the squared metal base and held her in place while Justin raised the metal pole between her ankles. The terrified girl saw the weird contraption getting closer to her genital area and panicked, kicking and screaming, she bit one of the tall man's hands and slipped from his grip, but he quickly ended her escape attempt by pulling her by the hair and forcing her to turn around.

"Don't you fucking move!" he yelled right in her face after slapping her hard on the right cheek. Selena's body froze from fear while a long tear escaped from her eyes and down the reddened and sore spot where she had just been hit. Then she finally felt it, the cold tube brushing against the inside of her trembling thighs, the chromed tip nuzzling up between her nether lips. She was too scared to look down but in her mind what was about to happen was painfully clear.

"Jus-- Justin..." she whimpered sadly as the metal began to push against the tight entrance of her most delicate cavity.

"Don't worry, I'm not a monster, babe. I lubed it up for you".

Justin twisted the pole while pushing it up to ease its entry, chuckling at the timorous moans coming from his slave as he continued to fill her up with metal. After another slight twist, a high-pitched squeal from Selena announced that the invading object had finally reached its destination. Filled up to the last inch with the hard cylinder, Selena rested her tied-up wrists on Justin's shoulder, who was still kneeling down in front of her, admiring the way his metal toy fit snugly inside his flesh toy. He locked the bar in position and took a couple of steps back to get a better view of his work.

"Stand up straight!" the tall man shouted and Selena obeyed immediately, feeling the hard object keeping her in place. "What-- what is this?!" she groaned, twisting her hips a little bit around the extremely uncomfortable device.

Taylor laughed, "It's a one-bar prison, dear. How does it feel?"

"I don't like it. Let me go!"

"You want the key? Come and get it, na na na na!" the blonde mocked her just a few steps from her spot.

"FUCK YOU, TAYLOR! I HOPE YOU FUCKING-- Ahh! What the-- oomph! Stop it!" the imprisoned brunette moaned uncomfortably as the bar between her legs began to vibrate. Slow at first, she tried her best no to lose control under the watchful eyes and mocking grins of her captors, but then Taylor turned up the intensity and Selena's body erupted with a whirlwind of sensations. "AAAAHHH!!!" she cried loudly, clawing at the air, trying in vain to grasp on to something. Her knees and ankles were wobbling but she could not move from her tiny spot, afraid that she would hurt herself if one of her heels slipped away. All she could do was try not to fall while the long tube impaling her drove her crazy with pleasure as it rippled inside.

Taylor and the tall man walked up to the moaning girl, who could barely look at them between spasms of pleasure. They grabbed Selena's old t-shirt and tore it off. "Don't-- aaah! Don't touch me!" she cried and tried to push Taylor away but the metal pole filling her up prevented her from doing anything other than squirming in her spot as it sunk deeper into her sensitive flesh. The thin blonde clipped a couple of small, black clamps to the texan whore's pink nipples, then pulled on the small chain that linked them together and smiled as the trembling prostitute whimpered and bit her own lower lip.

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you, Sel?" the blonde teased while caressing the inside of Selena's firm, jiggling tits. "I mean, look how wet that pole is already. Be honest, you little slut. You're absolutely loving this, aren't you?" Selena was about to protest again when she felt the hard tip push against her cervix and Taylor's lips on her neck. Then the tall man's strong hands spreading apart her ass and pushing something inside. She felt her own eyes closing against her will and, in the darkness, her whole body vibrating to the machine's frequency and Taylor's warm breath drawing near her lips. As much as she hated her right then her thoughts were scrambled and she could not resist those tempting, feminine lips. The two pop stars linked in a feral kiss that finished setting Selena's mind on fire.

"Whoa there! Slow down a little bit, girl!" the blonde laughed after breaking off the kiss and seeing the horny latina's lips begging for more. Suddenly, and just as she was about to reach her climax, everything paused and the machine stopped buzzing. Taylor walked away under the confused gaze of the sweaty, puffing prisoner. "Wh-- what? What's..." Selena panted, shuddering and wobbling in her enforced spot.

"Here's the thing, Sel. You're not allowed to cum right now. Not until you call your Mom."

"My Mom?! I'm won't-- ohhh! Oh fuuuuuuck!"

Taylor let the switch that controlled the vibration in Selena's holes on for just a little bit, enough to get her going again, but as soon as she saw her hands going straight for her clit she flipped the switch off and signaled the tall man, who untied the brunette's hands only to tie them back again behind her back.

"Did you hear what I said, Sel?"

Sweating profusely, Selena panted "I... Why would I-- why would I call my Mom?"

Swift took a step forward showing the remote in her hand, "Because it's time to stop pretending, dear. Time to let go of that good girl facade."

"That's not--"

"Shut the fuck up, whore!" Taylor yelled, turning the vibration on again. She took a deep breath, pulled her blonde hair behind her right ear and continued talking to the squirming and gasping latina at her mercy.

"I know you don't believe it but I really am doing all of this to help you. So what you're gonna do now is call your mom and come out to her as the cum-loving slut that you truly are and what you've really been doing the last few months." She pressed a couple of buttons and a projector screen set on the wall right in front of them filled with the explicit images of Mike's engorged cock sliding in an out of Selena's whorish mouth in the backseat of Justin's car.

Selena gasped and averted her eyes, "You... you recorded me?" she asked meekly pushing her wet thighs together as her orgasm grew closer.

"Of course I did! You thought I wouldn't have cameras in the Escalade? C'mon, babe, you of all people should know that I always record everything. Mike is gone, but I ain't mad at you anymore, babe. I'm actually kind of proud. And when I saw you flashing those kids that night I realized Taylor is right. You need to get rid of those things that are holding you back. Like your mom, your career, your public persona, all of that is keeping you from being free! So I'm not gonna show your Mom that video, both of them I mean. You are."

"I'm not doing that--!"

Taylor turned the knob to the highest setting and Selena started cooing softly. She didn't want to but couldn't stop herself. Even though she was so furious at them. So hurt. The fact that Taylor and Justin, the two people that knew her better in the whole world, actually expected her to show that to her own mother was more humiliating than anything they could do to her physically. But even so, the heat between her thighs kept growing, the little drops of sweat running down her neck and settling in the space between her breasts kept giving her chills... "No, get your shit together, Selena" she kept repeating in her mind, but the waves of pleasure coursing through her exposed skin knew nothing about pride or dignity. First her eyes surrendered to the images on the screen. Seeing herself like that, drunkenly sucking Mike's dick with another man's cum still smeared over her hair weakened her resolve. She felt herself melting again. Her knees bent just enough for the bar invading her pussy to penetrate all the way into her loins and a trembling but powerful sigh escaped from her sinful lips. Then the machine stopped again and the beautiful whore was left huffing and puffing, on the verge of tears. This went on for a couple of hours, until Selena could barely talk or think or even stand on her own.

"Take it," Justin said, offering her the phone after she almost fell down. On the screen the words: "Calling Mandy" terrified her.

"No! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Taylor put her arm around the naked captive's shoulder and talked softly into her ear, "Once you tell her you'll be free to do whatever you want. To be whatever you want."

"I'm-- I'm not doing that! I can't do that to her!"

"How long has it been since you talked to her?"

With watery eyes she replied, "...months."

"Don't you want her to know you're ok?"

"You call this being ok?!"

Taylor smiled and turned the switch on, again Selena's body lit up and her eyes wandered on to the screen where the night vision footage of Mike finishing in her mouth filled her with a desperate need to be touched and an overwhelming thirst for cum. Again, Taylor denied her satisfaction and Bieber offered her the phone. Selena looked at it for a moment, she was so horny, so weak, so helpless. She actually started considering it for just a fraction of a second and that scared her. She didn't know what to do.

"No. I can't, I can't..." she said with long tears now coming down her round, juvenile face.

"Suit yourself," said the skinny blonde. She turned the machine off and got on her knees while Bieber unzipped his fly. Selena watched in awe as she pulled her ex-boyfriend's cock out of his boxers and guided it into her tight, welcoming mouth. Then the one-bar prison began vibrating again, her young cunt and tight asshole being stretched and massaged from the inside while her eyes were fixed on the dirty spectacle in front of her. Taylor kneeling on the floor, her small and perky tits hanging out from her top while Justin rammed her throat. It was something she had fantasized about too many times when she was still with Justin, her best friend and her boyfriend fucking right in front of her. But of course, she had never told anyone, such dirty thoughts were not something she could ever admit to anyone. It was too dirty, too embarrassing. It was wrong.

"You could be having fun here with us, dear. Instead you're there making a fool of yourself pretending like you're better than us."

Taylor kept sucking Bieber's cock with gusto, winking and smiling at the bound girl that watched every stroke and every lick without blinking. They could all see her burning from within, violently trying to break her hands free and grunting like a rabid animal, desperate for the release they kept denying her. The tall man had taken control of the remote and he operated it masterfully, keeping Selena on the brink of climax at all times without letting her actually get there. She was also on the brink of insanity; her mind and body could take no more. Unable to reach her dripping pussy, the horny pop star had settled for her plugged asshole, playing with the slim pink vibrator stuck in her rectum, pushing it in and out of her hole with her bound hands and her thighs closed together tightly, rubbing against the hard pole now dripping with her juices. With a quick grunt and a few strokes, Justin finished inside the blonde's mouth, who swallowed his load like the experienced pro she was, all under the piercing stare of a slack-jawed, panting Selena; barely able to support herself with shaky legs that had become like noodles around the uncompromising bar that kept her pinned to the same spot, like a helpless butterfly fluttering pointlessly until she could not anymore.

"Please... please let me... let me cum..." she pleaded between short breaths after the machine was deactivated again, sweat drops rolling down her flushed and exhausted, but still gorgeous face. "I can't... I can't take it anymore..."

"This is your last chance," Taylor said to her after getting up and dusting off her knees. "You can call your mom and be done with all of it. You can get out of here and have lots of fun with us. Or... or you can keep pretending, denying what you want; and stay here. Your choice."

Selena kept quiet, struggling to make a decision. The long-legged blonde grabbed her face and kissed her sweetly on the lips, coating them with the remnants of her ex-boyfriend's cum in the process.

"Ok, ok! I'll do it!" Selena finally conceded, feeling like she was going to be suffocated by every cell in her body pleading for the sweet release they kept denying her. The tall man put the phone in speaker mode and held it close to her.

"Yes? Hello? Who is this?"

The voice of her mother shook Selena to her core. She tried to say something but could not force herself to, instead she froze and turned her face away from the phone, shedding tears of frustration. Taylor sighed and decided to take action. "Hi, Mandy! This is Taylor, I'm here with your daughter, she wants to tell you something!"

Selena shook violently and almost injured herself trying to free her hands, "Oh, my baby! I've been so worried about you! Why haven't you called?! Are you ok?!" she heard her mother say while the tall man held the phone to her enraged face.

There was no way out of it now. She gathered her wits, took a deep breath and apologized first, "I... I'm sorry for not calling, Mom. Yeah, I'm ok..."

"I've been taking good care of her, Mandy, so don't worry about that!" the blonde interrupted with a huge grin on her lips, "We're actually having a sleepover right now, you know, like in the old days!"

"Oh that's wonderful!" the older lady exclaimed. "Are you having fun with Taylor, dear? Is everything really ok? You sure you're not hiding something from me?"

"No, really, I'm--mmh!--perfectly fine, Mom!" lied the bound latina, struggling to get the words out as the tall man turned the switch back on again. "And-- mmmh!... again, I'm so-- ahh... --sorry it took me so long to call you--oomph! Yeah, no-- mmmmmmphh! --I know... I... mmmmnn! I'm really am sorry. I've just been... oof! ...working. Working a lot, actually. On... on... ooooaaahn!! --stuff. Just... stuff."

"Are you hurt or something, baby?" Mandy asked, worried about the unusual sounds coming out of her daughter.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Mom, I-- oh God! --I'm just... I'm eating hot cheetos right now and-- mmmmmmmhhh! --they're so good. Sooo ggggoooooooodddd!!!"

"C'mon, Sel, just spit it out already," Taylor whispered softly into Selena's ear, massaging her perky breasts just the way she liked it, the same way she had touched her in the moments before the whore auction.

"Oh, Sely, you and your junk food!" her mother laughed, "So what kind of stuff have you been working on, baby?" she inquired, completely unaware of the sex-crazed state her daughter was currently in.

"Go on, tell her, slut. Tell her you've been sucking dick for money."

Biting her lower lip to stop herself from openly moaning when Taylor's skinny fingers turned to lightly pinching her over-sensitive nipples, Selena strained to keep the conversation going, "Like... different-- mmmmh! --different things... things I always wanted to-- aah!--try... it's not really music-related, it's-- oomf! --more like, like... getting to know myself... Like, who I-- mmnnnnmm! --really am. But anyway, how's—oh my God! --how's... how is Gracie?"

As the call continued the tall man kept increasing the intensity and so did Taylor who kept feasting on the captive girl's smooth, sweaty skin. Selena found herself barely able to keep her thoughts straight. She tried to listen to whatever her Mom was telling her but the wet lips caressing the sides of her neck and the thick pole throbbing inside her sopping cunt, stretching it to its limit, were too much to handle. Her tied hands couldn't resist going back to the little vibrator stuck up her puckering asshole and pushing it further in. "Brian says hi, by the way," Mandy went on saying, oblivious to the fact that her libertine daughter was shivering with uncontrollable pleasure. Justin and the tall man watched her closely, stopping the machine every time she got too excited so they could bring her back from the very edge of orgasm time and time again, depriving her from the release her whole being begged for. It was the first time she and her mother had spoken in almost 3 months and Mandy had spent most of that time worried sick about her daughter with no indication of her well-being except for the photos she'd seen on the internet, wondering what she could've done to deserve that kind of distance after so many years of being extremely close. Selena knew all of that, of course, but she was not in a position to engage with the woman who had raised her, not under those excruciating circumstances. "If she only knew..." the horny latina kept thinking, "what I'm doing right now... what they're doing to me right now..." Those thoughts only seemed to make her even hornier and while her mother rambled on about some old cousins she'd run into at the grocery store, the whole room started spinning; she could take no more.

With her middle finger pressing lightly on Selena's little nub, Taylor laughed at the captive girl's state of complete helplessness before pulling back and removing her hand. Swallowing what little pride she had left, Selena tried reaching for the blonde's hand, forgetting in her desperation that her hands were still tied behind her. "Please..." she begged with a gravelly voice and her lovely brown eyes flooded with tears, "Don't stop! I'll tell her everything!" Taylor nodded and positioned her hand right back onto her slit, a big smile drawn on her face as Selena rubbed herself against her fingers like a bitch in heat and reached behind to bury the small vibrator all the way inside her burning asshole.

"Mom..." she finally interrupted, the word had come out almost as a whisper, her trembling lips shaking in unison with her quivering wet thighs.

"And then I said to your cousin Laura, I said--"

"Mom."

"--Your kids might be doctors and lawyers but my Sely is--"

"Mom!"

"What?"

"I'm a whore."

Justin's jaw dropped. The switch was turned off. Taylor stopped touching her. Everything stood still for a moment.

"Wh-- what did you just say?"

"I..." Selena's mind was tripping over itself, she could not move or breathe or think. "I'm a whore, mom. I've been working as a whore."

"Sely, I... don't ever say that again! I know show-business can be tough, especially on women, but what you do is not--"

"No. I'm not being dramatic. I'm not talking about show-business, I'm talking about... having sex. For money."

"I... what? I don't understand, I--"

"It started when I was still with Abel, he convinced me, pressured me into it..."

"Pressured you into what exactly? What did he made you do?!"

"I had sex with one of his friends, while he watched us. Or he told me he was his friend but it was just some guy he knew and... and I didn't know it at the time but he had paid Abel for it. For me."

"Listen to me, baby, whatever he made you do, it wasn't your fault, ok? It doesn't make you a whore, you were just--"

"But then I did it again, and again. I don't know why. I had sex with strangers and they paid me for it."

A profound shame had taken over, hearing herself saying those things out loud, but it was too late to back down. Not even the sound of her mother crying could appease the bestial urges stirring in her soul or the incandescent desire saturating every cell in her body.

"I've danced for them, stripped for them..." she continued, eyes fixed on the ceiling as Taylor got back to rewarding her for her obedience.

"If this is some kind of twisted joke I'm--!"

"It's not a joke, mom. I've let them use my body for whatever they wanted. My mouth, my breasts, my ass...."

"Selena Marie Gomez, what the hell has gotten into you--!"

"I've swallowed their cum, mom. So many times. I like it. And I don't want to stop. I love it."

An incredible strain began to leave her shoulders as she continued her confession. She had finally admitted it, not just to her mom but to herself.

"Where the hell is Abel? Is he with you? I'm going to kill that stupid boy when I catch--"

"I haven't seen Abel in months, mom. This is not about him, it's about me. I'm a slut. I'm not proud of it, I don't know why I'm like this but I can't stop. I don't want to. Abel was an asshole to me but he was right, he knew what I was hiding... from myself."

"Where are you, Selena?! I'm coming to get you!"

"There was another man after Abel. He took me in and I became his for a time. Then there was another. Now I'm with Justin. He owns me and I love him. I do anything he wants."

"Justin?! Now I know you've gone crazy! I'm calling the police and--!"

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry for hurting you like this but I had to tell you. I just had to."

Her concerned mother was still yelling hysterically but Selena could barely hear her over the buzz in her head and her holes and the overwhelming pulse of blood rushing through her veins.

"When I walk into a room with a client and I start taking off my clothes and he starts touching me..." she continued to explain as her arousal kept growing, "I feel so alive! I always tell myself I won't do it anymore but..."

"Oh baby, what have they done to you!"

"Mom, I... I love sucking cock," the pretty whore blurted out suddenly, drowning in an avalanche of pleasure. "I love getting cum on my face... and how it... tastes and-- OH GOD! --I LOVE HOW IT FEELS INSIDE ME! MOM! MOM! I'M-- I'M-- I'M GONNA-- CU-- CU--CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!" she cried right into Taylor's grinning face, feeling like the metal bar was going to split her down the middle. Everything became a blur. Selena tilted her head back and fell into the arms of the tall man, who was barely able to catch her flailing physique before it hit the ground. The tall man unlocked the bar and an intense, long sigh of relief came out of her trembling throat as the metal slowly slid out of her sore and battered little pussy, completely covered with her cream and cunt juice. He placed her down gently and untied her hands. The trembling brunette kept her eyes closed, moaning softly as she ran her hands all over her flushed skin, still lost in the after-shock of the greatest orgasm of her life.

"You ok there, dear?" Taylor asked with a huge smile, watching her gorgeous friend writhing like an animal on the cold floor.

"I... I can't believe I just did that... I-- is my mom still there?"

"She hung up," Taylor said, freeing Selena's hands. "You should probably give her a few days to process the news. Can't be easy to learn your little angel is now a dirty cock-sucker like you, Sel."

"I'm proud of you," Justin told her, running a loving hand through her sweat-drenched dark hair. That drew a smile on her face and she purred like a kitty, relishing his touch.

Taylor unscrewed the very top part of the metal dildo, "Do you have any idea how much people would pay for this online?" she joked, holding the dirty object in front of her face, but Selena couldn't hear her anymore. She had passed out from exhaustion with an expression of absolute peace firmly planted on her heavenly face.

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It was 3 am when she woke up in her cage, not really sure if she had dreamed all of it. The gate was open, so was the door, and there were no shackles on her hands or her feet. Slowly, she walked out to the living room. Her mouth was dry and every part of her body felt sore but somehow she felt better than ever, like she could finally breathe, like this had finally become home. She went into what had been her room before the cage and noticed a few changes. A brand-new phone waiting for her, as well as a MacBook and a set of car keys. "Justin trusts me now," she thought, smiling, "He knows I will never leave him."

After taking a nice, hot shower, she took a good look at herself in the mirror. She didn't recognize herself anymore, the girl with the dark hair looking back at her was the one that had taken so long to accept the truth. The one that cried and pleaded for her mother not to find out what kind of daughter she had really raised. How silly that girl was, lying to herself like that for so many years. That stupid girl was done. Over. Cancelled.

She sent a text to Taylor, "Thank you so much! I love you," was all that needed to be said. Now, with a bottle of blonde hair dye firmly in her hand, she was ready to become herself.

Fin.