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 Selina Gomez had driven straight from rehab when she heard that the Biebz
had been sleeping around on her.  And with a dirty perverted snake of all
things!  This was the last straw.  Angrily she burst into Justin's trailer
to see Hiss coiled around his nude compliant bod.  


   "Justin how could you?!" Selina raged, violently prying Hiss's thick
heavy coils away from her pop star hunk.

   Hiss and Justin came to see the mad teen starlet hovering over them with
a sharpened carving knife waiting to strike.


   Justin was now wide-awake and sober, covering his junk-self consciously
with the bed sheets and yanking of Hiss's coils.


   "Baby, it's not what you think!" Justin pleaded.

   "Bullshit!" Selina screamed, thrusting her knife straight towards
Justin's taut stomach.


   Selina gasped when Hiss's coils quickly wrapped around waist, pinning
her arms to her sides and making her drop the attempted murder weapon.  She
shrieked when Hiss tightened his coils around her, leaving the homicidal
Disney diva breathless in his thrall.  She looked at the snake's wide
gaping maw in pants-pissing terror, his hypnotic eyes spinning wildly with
brain-killing color.


   "You, my dear have made a mistake," Hiss warned.


   Her eyes were wide and bursting with color, her mouth was drooping slack
with drool, and every inch of her body screamed with lust.  Every conscious
thought in her mind was ripped out and scraped away by Hiss's lobotomizing
induction.


   "N-now-hissssss," Selina said panting.

   "A very serious misssstake," he repeated to the brainless smiling
girl-cub.


   Hiss took his animated tail tip, drew it under the neckline of her shirt
and ripped it from her body.  Then snaked it under the hem of her pant leg
and left her in only her bra and panties.  Her body bucked and writhed in
shameless animal lust.  But Hiss wasn't in the mood.  The formerly timid
snake unhinged his jaws wide and swallowed Bieber's former girlfriend
whole. Justin sat with a dazed unbelieving expression at the sight, paying
no mind to the ever-tightening coils sliding around his bare lap.  The
Biebz was scared out of his meager wits, and had totally and utterly lost
his shit.  It wasn't everyday that your longtime girlfriend attacks you
with a knife and gets eaten whole by a randy Hollywood hypno snake.


   "Hiss, do you have any idea what you've done?" Justin said in
exasperation.

   Hiss gulped the Selina Gomez-sized body bulged deeper into his digestive
system, irritated at the Bieb-cub's impudence.  The hypno-snake thought he
had made it clear what the pecking order was around her.  Reptilian
masterhood and domination of man-cubs like Justin was to become the norm
soon, and mankind would have no choice to submit to being ever-willing
hypno slaves.  Hiss was having a blast brainwashing and plowing Bieber's
hole near-constantly to drill the harsh truth into him.  But perhaps it was
time for another lesson.

   Justin struggled weakly in Hiss's scaly bindings, trembling and horny as
the snake tail teased his crack with friction.  


   "His--master," Justin corrected himself, "you're not going to get away
with this!  You just ate my girlfriend dude!  She's Disney's biggest cash
cow!"

   Hiss got up menacingly in Justin's face and shot color-filled spirals
right into his awaiting eyes.  The man-cub's will had been so weakened over
the past week of snake-human bacchanalia that he succumbed instantly to his
master's powers.  Hiss's intrusive tail tip teased and prodded Bieber's
Crisco-greased hole, stabbing his ass with sharp vivid pangs of
pleasure.


   "She tasted a bit like a cow to be sure," Hiss chuckled, "but I'm going
to be Uncle Walt's moneymaker from now on mancub.  The sooner you accept
you place the better.  Now, ssssurrender your boyhood to your loving
gracious master."

   "Ughhhhhh, yesss mas-masterrrr," Justin panted and moaned.

   Justin spread his legs wide, his throbbing boy dick dripping with
precum, angry and red and desperate for relief.  The Biebz smiled dumbly as
His clamped his jaws around his sensitive cock and stimulated it with his
flicking snake tongue.


   "Ahhhh," Justin gasped, reveling in the slick cool touch on his dick. 
Hiss applied a slurpy-sounding suction to bring forth the hearty Bieb
chowder in great spurting quantities.  


   "Masssster-I-I'm gonna cum!  Oh baby!"

   In a tranced numbing ecstasy Justin Bieber unloaded the content of his
balls into his master's boy-hungry mouth.  In his conscious public life
he's run many a young teen groupie ragged and love every minute of it.  But
if Bieber had any will left, with the kind of good snake lovin' Hiss was
giving him, he'd never choose to leave the python's coils.  This was bliss;
this was contentment, a higher state of Nirvana where the troubled teen pop
star had finally found inner peace.  There was no wealth or recognition
that could make him happier than being Hiss's servile sex slave.  This was
the destiny that the living snake god had bestowed upon the Biebz, and the
Beibz was powerless to resist.  His senses had been stripped, his mind had
been emptied, and his body was loose and willing for his sir's caresses. 
Although his body was shackled in coils, the Biebz had found freedom and
happiness at last.  Justin's body was engulfed up to his head in snake, his
eyes shut tight.  But he was also snoring quite loudly, and this wouldn't
do.


   "Oh Justin," Hiss said gently, "you're snoring dear."


   But their moment of communal bliss was interrupted by a rude incessant
knocking at Bieber's trailer door.  Hiss regained his composure and thought
up a quick excuse to be rid of this unwanted nuisance.


   "I'm sorry sire," Hiss said pitifully, "master Justin can't come to the
door right now.  I'm afraid he's a bit under at the moment."


   "Oh, don't give me that Justin!" a teen voice said impatiently.  "Hurry
the fuck up or we're going to lose our table at Club 33."


   Hiss laughed when he recognized the high-spirited voice of the teen idol
Booboo Stewart.  The snake had seen the mancub on the cover of Teen Beat
recently and thought he'd play a perfect Mowgli.  Perhaps there'd be a
Jungle Book 2 with a plump little role for him.  But in the meantime, Sir
Hiss thought it was time to invite another man-cub into the mix.  


   "Yessss mancub," Hiss said seductively, "come right in.  Jusssstin's
running a little late, but he'll be coming along soon...and sssssson so
will you."