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Becoming Bitch	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 24417 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. It did NOT happen. I do not know Dove Cameron, nor do I make any money from the distribution of this story.

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Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. It did NOT happen. I, the author of this story in no way, shape or form wish to see any event pertained herein to actually befall the aforementioned celebrity. Nor do I condone rape, torture or bestiality. This is just a dark fantasy from the deepest recesses of my twisted brain. I apologize if it gives any offence. It is merely meant to arouse and entertain. Finally, I do not know Dove Cameron, nor do I make any money from the distribution of this story.
Chapter 2: Humiliation
After the humiliating pitstop in the forest, they stopped three times throughout the day, each time so Carl could fill the gas tank. The first time was in the late morning hours, just at the start of the day’s heat. Carl removed a cannister of gas from the back and used it to fill the tank. Dove tried screaming around the gag, shaking the cage, rattling the bars, anything to draw attention to her. But a quick threat from Carl quieted her down. Especially when he said, with a laugh, that he kept three twenty-gallon gas canisters in the truck bed. “You know, just in case I feel like kidnapping someone.” When she looked over, she indeed saw two more gas cans and her heart sank. Clearly Carl had pulled over again in the middle of nowhere. She’d be lucky if there was anyone within ten miles of them when they stopped.
At long last, when the light under the tarp had grown dark, the truck came to a stop. Aside from the moment in the woods, she’d been in the cage more than twenty-four hours. There was the sound of a rusty gate swinging open and then the truck drove on for another few minutes. Dove figured that they must be on Carl’s land. A place likely far away from NYC, and that it too was way out in the middle of nowhere. When the truck stopped a second time, she heard another door or gate open. They backed into a barn, she heard Carl and Zeus exit, then everything went black, and she was left alone, curled up in her cage.
One hour passed, two, three… so long went by with her trapped in the cage, she literally had no idea what time it could be or how long might have passed. Her stomach began to growl, and her mouth grew dry from thirst. Not to mention, that her jaw had become incredibly sore from being wedged open for hours on end. It hurt so bad, that she had begun to sob from the pain. Eventually, she began to hear crickets in the distance, and the night grew cold. Naked and with nothing to keep her warm, she began to shiver and worry that Carl was going to leave her out there all night. Just when she resigned herself that she was going to be stuck in the cage all night, freezing, she heard someone enter the barn.
“Mmmmhhhmmmm!” she screamed, pleading, hoping, desperate to get out of this cage, and get this gag out of her mouth. Dove was weak, tired, and exhausted from her ordeal and, moreover, spending the day in this cage under the heat of the beating sun had left her dehydrated and nearly delusional.
The lights in the barn came on and a moment later the tarp was yanked away. Carl climbed into the truck bed and sat down next to the cage, he had a Milkbone dog treat in one hand, and a bottle of water in the other. “Bitch…” he said calmly, opening the water and taking a quick sip. “Thirsty? Hungry?”
“Hhhmm mmmhh mmmm,” she moaned. It was a sad pathetic noise and it conveyed every ounce of submission the young blonde felt.
“Good. Now here’s what’s gonna happen. Theses be the rules. You break em, and I’ll tie you up to a post out in the field. Leave ya there to starve a few days. Hot in the day, with animals coming by to nibble at you, and cold at night. If’n you live I’ll go back to your training. Better for you tah get it right the first time. Now nod, if’n yous following along…”
At this point, Dove had little reason to doubt that this crazy fucking redneck wouldn’t do exactly what he promised… probably worse. She lowered her head, sobbed and raised it slowly, nodding in agreement. “Mmmhhmm,” she whimpered.
“Good. Now, I’m gonna let you out of the cage. You come on in the house and live with me. You gonna be my new bitch. Bitches,” he said, violently raising his voice and bashing his hand against the side of the cage, don’t talk! They don’t walk! And they sure as fuck don’t complain and whine and beg to go home! Now, nod if’n you gets it!”
Dove leapt in fear as Carl screamed. She cringed back against the cage like a frightened animal when he struck it and cowered at the sound of his voice. She raised her timid, terror-filled eyes to his and nodded her head. “Mmmmhhhmmmm…” she pleaded.
Carl opened the cage and allowed her to back out onto the bed of the truck where he sat. He pulled her head into his lap and tenderly stroked the top of her hair, while the other held her in place by a tight grip on her leash. “I’m gonna take out the gag. You talk, you say anything… and so fucking help me, I’ll stuff it back in there and you won’t eat for a week, get it?”
Again, Dove nodded in understanding, keeping her head bowed low and maintaining a submissive posture. She even found herself gently pushing back against Carl’s hand, the way a dog leans into a petting hand. It was humiliating and she hated herself for it, but if she was going to bide her time till she could escape or be rescued, it seemed a little debasement would prove necessary. “Mmmmhhhhmmmmm,” she mewled softly, in desperation.
“Good girl,” Carl said affectionately, as he reached up and undid the binding on the gag. It was covered in drool and popped from her mouth with a sickening wet sucking sound. Immediately, Dove whimpered in relief, flexing her jaw at the intense release in pressure. Carl sat the gag off to the side, seemingly oblivious to the pain she’d been in, and reopened the bottle of water. “You thirsty, girl?”
Dove looked up with big sad eyes, made a whining noise and nodded her head. It must have been exactly what Carl was looking for because he smiled and lifted the bottle to her lips. He kept it tilted enough for her to drink from it while the other hand went to her neck where he gently stroked her like one might pet a real dog. In just a few seconds, she drained the bottle. He then pulled her into his lap, where she curled up and rested her head on his thigh. Over the next ten minutes, Carl pet her back and head as he broke off pieces of the Milkbone, feeding them to her one at a time.
The dog treat was hard and bitter, but she hadn’t eaten in more than twelve hours and she had a feeling if she refused, it might be another twelve before Carl offered her anything else. So, she opened her mouth and took the treat from his fingertips each time he placed it before her lips. It was foul and nauseating but, if she wanted to survive long enough to be rescued, this probably wouldn’t be the last or least humiliating situation she’d have to endure.
After her “meal,” Carl scooted her from his lap and hopped down from the truck bed. He lifted Dove to the ground and led her out of the barn by her leash. It was dark outside, but as she crawled along behind him, she noticed a couple smaller kennels containing a few different dog breeds. Most noticeable was a large pen near the house that housed three big, coal black American Mastiffs similar to Zeus. The big dogs watched her pass in silence with their hungry, beady eyes as she crawled along the ground on all fours. Dove had just enough time to wonder if she wasn’t the first human they’d seen subjected to this treatment, before Carl led her up some wooden steps and into a run-down ranch style house with dull aluminum siding covering the walls.
The first thing Dove noticed as she crawled inside Carl’s house, other than the worn-out shag carpet, was that it was much cleaner than she expected. With very little furniture, and even fewer amenities, the home was very spartan. They entered in through the kitchen, where she noticed two side by side sets of metal dog bowls. One set of bowls had the name “Zeus” etched into it, while the other two just had the word “BITCH,” painted on.
In the living room area Carl had a gawdy, yellow, upholstered couch that looked as if it had just time traveled from 1970. In fact, a quick look around saw an old dial-tone land line phone, a radio with a cassette player of all things, and an old-school tube tv complete with rabbit ears and a VCR sitting on top. The only modern looking technology Dove could see in the whole place was a fairly new looking laptop computer sitting at a rather ancient looking oak desk in the corner.
As they entered the living room, Zeus rounded the corner from a hallway that likely led back to the bedrooms. He tilted his head, watching her curiously as Carl led her over towards the couch, where he took a seat at a well-worn spot. Carl patted the cushion next where he sat, “couch bad,” he said with authority, “couch for humans, understand? You sit on the floor.”
Dove heard him, but she didn’t acknowledge him because she was too busy hoping there wasn’t going to be a repeat of what happened in the forest. The big dog whined softly, still watching her, almost as if warning her. The next thing she knew, her ears were ringing. Carl reeled back and slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. “When I talk, Bitch, you listen. When I ask you a question, you answer with a bark, understand?”
Stars swirled before her eyes as Dove lifted herself from the floor and tasted blood on her lips. She shook her head, trying to clear the ringing disorientation from Carl’s vicious blow. Meanwhile, Zeus padded over and, by the time she was up on all fours, he was muzzle to face with her. His lips curled back, and she could smell the foul stench of dog food on his breath. A low menacing growl broke from his throat, and Dove found herself sitting back on her ass, taking up a defensive posture.
“Answer me, Bitch, or I’ll have Zeus tear you to pieces.” Carl had sat back on the couch; he was watching her with an almost bored expression. He glanced over at her, gave her a lackluster smile, and thumbed a wad of tobacco into his cheek. There was a short pause. Carl’s calm expression wavered, becoming annoyed. “Well…” he added, agitation evident in his voice.
She looked up from Zeus over to Carl and sat up onto her knees. She steeled her emotions, yet tears flooded her big green eyes as she lifted her hands up to her chest, imitating a dog begging. “Ruff!” she responded, her voice wavering only slightly. The tears fell to her face and rolled down her cheeks. “Ruff, ruff, ruff!” she added as enthusiastically as she could manage.
Slowly, Carl’s face changed from slightly annoyed to complacent. He sat forward on the couch and gently patted the top of her head. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Dove did her best to hide her emotions, but, sitting there, begging like an animal just to be treated with a little compassion, a little…humanity… it was the most difficult thing she’d ever had to do. She swallowed hard as fresh tears streamed down her face. Sitting there, meeting her captor’s cruel, callous gaze, she knew he’d never let her go willingly. This man was stone cold and when he looked at her, he saw nothing but a “worthless dog whore,” as he’d put it earlier. It was hard for her not to think about how much humiliation she’d have to endure before she could get free.
Carl’s hand slid from the top of her head to cup her chin. Again, his expression changed, this time to that of a compassionate dog owner. “You had a long day. You must be exhausted. Why don’t I get you a fresh bowl of water and we can all turn in? Would you like that, my little Bitch?”
Dove again felt emotions surge within her. This man really did not see a human being when he looked at her. She nodded her head, swallowed the white-hot degradation she felt and, shaking her butt as if wagging a tail, looked back into his eyes. “Ruff, ruff, ruff!” More tears fell to her cheeks, but she felt a glimmer of hope swell in her stomach. With any luck Carl would fall asleep, and she could use his phone to call the police.
“Good, girl,” he said again, standing up. He walked her back to the kitchen, dropping her leash and stopping her in front of her dog bowl. He went on to the fridge and retrieved a nice cold bottle of water. Then, he popped the lid and poured in the contents. “Drink up,” he added sweetly.
Dove dipped her nose into the bowl and began to lap up the water while Carl watched. She was still incredibly thirsty from the day’s long journey. And, while it was humiliating to drink like an animal, the water was cold, and it felt so good going down her throat.
Eventually, she drank most of the water in the bowl. She looked up at Carl, sitting back onto her ass and shaking it as if wagging her tail, confirming to him that she was done. He patted her head. “You need to go out to pee, Bitch?” he asked, stroking her cheek. Dove shook her head no and added in a bark. “Ok…” he said, in a disbelieving tone. “But you piss on my carpets and you’ll be punished.”
“Arf!” Dove responded as she popped up on all fours to follow where Carl led.
“Aren’t you just cute as a button, my little Bitch…” he ruffled her hair and led the way back to his bedroom, Zeus padding along behind them.
Carl’s bedroom was similar to the living room, very sparsely decorated in mostly very old furnishings. His bed was a queen, with a big wooden four-post frame, something right out of the fifties… There were two wooden dressers, one with a vanity mirror and small nightstand by the bed on which sat an old alarm clock. At the foot of the bed were two cushioned doggy beds. Upon entering, Zeus surged past them and curled up in his. “You sleep here, Bitch,” Carl said, indicating the other. With that, he retrieved some very grandpa looking flannel pajamas from one of the dressers, changed into them, and crawled into bed.
With very little choice but to wait till Carl fell asleep and believing that he wouldn’t accept her not going to the doggy bed, she settled into the unoccupied one. Once everyone was nice and cozy, Carl hit the lights, casting the room in darkness. Dove rested her head on the side of the bed with the intention of waiting till Carl and Zeus were asleep. But, the longer she waited, the sleepier she got. It was almost unnatural. Nothing she did seemed to make her able to keep her eyes open and, before she knew it, her eyelids were far too heavy to lift. Darkness closed in, and she was out like a light.
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The drugs had done their work. Carl only needed to wait a few minutes after lying down in bed before the sound of heavy breathing came from his new “bitch.” The production of going off to sleep hadn’t been strictly necessary, but it did make things easier. In all his years of capturing and training bitches, he’d seen it all. But, mostly, the first day always went the same. They’d fight back a little. They’d beg, they’d plead, they’d cry, but always, they’d hold out hope of escape or rescue. That’s what this production was mostly all about. The first day was easy, all the bitches he’d ever had handled it much the same way.
It was the subsequent days that would be truly challenging for them. Just like training any stubborn dog, certain steps had to be taken to ensure their training went well and that they were properly prepared for breeding. It was with this in mind that Carl slid out of bed and went over to the big wooden dresser that had first belonged to his grandmother. In the bottom drawer, he pulled out one of his “bitch kits,” as he called them.
A bitch kit was just a set of three simple items Carl designed to keep the bitches in line while he trained them to learn that they were nothing more than animals meant for breeding. The first item was a pair of thick plastic booties. They were made with a rigid but not inflexible sole that would allow the wearer to walk, but not to grasp, or pick anything up with their toes. The second piece was of a similar function, but for the bitch’s hands. They were hard plastic mittens that would keep the wearer from grasping or picking anything up. Both pieces were white and dotted with black polka dots, giving the impression of a Dalmatian and both were held in place by tight straps that kept them from being easily removed. The final piece was a thick nylon collar to replace the flimsy leather one he gave them in transit. This nylon collar came equipped with a ring on the back of the neck to hook a leash to and with a shock box on the underside that he could use to reinforce commands or punish the bitch for misbehaving.
Years ago, he would incorporate plastic dog ears, a nose, and even a tail attached to a butt plug to the outfit, but he found that over the years keeping such items clean and in place were ultimately more trouble than they were worth. He rolled Dove onto her back as he worked to put the various pieces of his bitch kit in place. As he worked, he took a moment to admire her body. She had short but toned legs, a nice firm stomach, and a perfect pair of big perky tits. He licked his lips as he gazed between her legs. She was bald down there and the sight of her puffy pink pussy lips turned him on immensely.
Normally, Carl found he wasn’t the least bit attracted to his bitches unless they were being violated by one of his favorite dogs. And, while he thoroughly enjoyed watching as they were bred, what turned him on more was seeing them break. To look on as they embraced their inner dog whore, becoming nothing more than a mutt in order to survive. But Dove was something special; she wasn’t like the others. She was a celebrity, and seeing her like this, ripe to be fucked like a bitch, made his cock rock hard. He ran his fingers through her long platinum blonde hair after he finished putting the bitch kit in place. She stirred just a little, muttering something incoherent in her sleep.
Carl crouched over her and pulled his cock free of his pajama bottoms. “Zeus, come,” he called. The big Mastiff came at his command. He circled around behind his master and looked to him expectantly. “Lick,” he said again, and began to jerk his cock.
Zeus moved his head between Dove’s splayed legs, pressing his cold nose to her warm sensitive slit. With his master’s command, he began to take long, deep laps against the blonde’s opening. His rough, course tongue moved up and down, rocking the tiny girl back and forth with each forceful lick.
Soon, even in her unconscious state, Dove began to breathe heavy and moan as Zeus became bolder in his lapping. His thick tongue buried in her cunt, he began to huff and whine in pleasure when she became damp, enjoying himself as he lapped up her juices. Meanwhile, Carl knelt over her head stroking his dick inches away from her face.
A few moments later, Dove’s eyelids fluttered open. She looked up at him, her eyes bleary and confused at first, then in alarm when she realized what was going on. Right then, at seeing the humiliation and shock on her face, Carl blew his load, spraying it in an arc over her forehead, eyes and lips. “Fuck—!” he grunted as his body tensed up and dick exploded over the young starlet’s face.
Carl sat back, gasping, as she tried to crawl away from the lapping Zeus. The big hound growled menacingly and bared his teeth as she tried to scurry backwards. He moved to crawl after her with a snarl.
“No!” she screamed, raising an arm to cover her chest and noticing the plastic mittens for the first time. Her eyes widened at the hard-plastic gloves and she felt, even in this moment of terror, an even greater sense of fleeting hope. With her hands so restrained, she couldn’t pick up the phone or dial the police, couldn’t grasp a doorknob to turn it, or even open a window. She was completely at Carl’s mercy and that psychotic bastard seemed to have none.
“Zeus! Heel! Bed!” Carl commanded, once he regained his breath. The big dog whined in complaint, but obeyed his master without question, backing away from Dove.
The blonde looked up from where she’d backed into the corner, looking relieved when Zeus moved off, but no less disturbed by what had just happened. Jizz ran down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. Tears filled her eyes, her lips trembled, and she began to sob.
Carl put his cock back in his pants and stood up. He took a towel from the restroom and crouched next to the sobbing blonde. “Sorry,” he muttered, as he began wiping the spouge from her face. “I don’t usually lose control like that.”
She looked up at him as tears filled her big green eyes. For the briefest moment the hopelessness there was replaced by anger. “You’re a monster,” she whispered.
Carl shrugged, standing up once she was clean. “That may be…” he said turning to toss the towel into a clothes hamper. “But that’s twice now you’ve spoken…” He returned to his bedside, pulling back the covers and sitting on the edge. “You’ll pay for that in the morning.” With that, he flipped the light switch and crawled into bed. A moment later, when Dove was again sobbing softly in the corner he added, “that shock collar is coded to the house, you try an leave and you’ll be in for one hell of a surprise.” He then rolled over and went to sleep.
In the darkness of the room, Dove curled into a ball. “I wanna go home…” she sobbed in a whisper, sending her whole body into shivers. “…I want my mom…” Emotions overwhelmed her—helplessness, hopelessness, despair. “Why is this happening…” She cried and cried until all her tears were all gone, and she fell into a tormented sleep.
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