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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 4: Escape
With a start, Dove awoke a few hours later. There was no way of knowing what time it was, but the living room was dark, and she could hear the faint sound of crickets chirping outside. She was curled up on the floor in front of the couch. There was a painful crick in her neck, and her whole body was sore. Carl was gone. Presumably, the psychotic redneck had gone to bed and left her sleeping on the floor, as if she actually were a dog.
Weary and miserable from the past two days, she lifted her head from the carpet and cautiously looked around. It was the first time since coming here that she’d been left to her own devices, at least without Carl nearby watching over her every move. The room was empty, even Zeus was absent. Immediately, she was filled with a sense of dread. Was this a trap? Was Carl or his hound watching her to see what she would do when left alone?
Nervously, she licked her lips, her face souring at the taste of dried cum on her face. She rose up off the floor, staying on all fours like a dog, and crawled into the kitchen. Her stomach growled and her throat was parched, so Dove looked into her bowls. Sure enough, there was dried dog food and water in her dish. Having little in the way of options, and with her hands covered in those hard-plastic dog mittens, she was forced to put her face into the bowl and eat with her mouth.
As she drew nuggets of dried dog food into her mouth and lapped stale water from a metal bowl labeled “Bitch,” Dove began to look around the kitchen, trying, in the dark, to determine if and how Carl might be watching. The food crunched in her mouth as she chewed it, sitting bare assed on an old linoleum floor. It was still gross, but not as much so as the first time she’d eaten it. It was more than a little disturbing to think that she might have grown used to the taste, especially when she remembered what had just happened between her and Zeus.
She distinctly remembered orgasming on his big, nasty dog cock, could still feel his furry belly rubbing back and forth over her back, and could still smell his foul breath in her nostrils. Her pussy was still aching from the huge invader, then that horrible ripping when he knotted her, and she remembered the nausea she felt as he crouched over her waiting for it to subside. The sensation sent a shudder of revulsion down her spine and she nearly retched up the food she’d just eaten. She felt humiliated and ashamed; tears filled her eyes as she gazed around helplessly at the kitchen.
There was a door to the outside right there. But turning the handle was impossible with these gloves. There was a window, but how could she throw the latch, or lift it open? Her eyes went to the old dial tone phone sitting on a table by the entryway to the living room, but she had no way to press its antiquated buttons. Even the drawers, where presumably Carl kept the knives, were child-locked… Tears fell to her cheeks and trailed through the dried cum staining her face. “How will I ever escape…” she thought, still not daring to speak out.
Throwing caution to the wind, she stood up for the first time in days, wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, and ran into the restroom. Hurriedly, she closed the door and used her “paw” to flip on the light. It was a small half-bath with a simple toilet and a vanity with drawers, a sink, and a mirrored medicine cabinet. Frantically, she began trying to pull open the drawers to see what was inside, only to find it impossible with the plastic mittens.
Tears of humiliation returned to her eyes as she realized what she had to do. She knelt down and used her mouth and teeth to pull open the drawers and cabinets, then stood on tip toes to do the same with the medicine cabinet. Desperately, she began to dig through the drawers, tossing aside towels, toilet paper, and assorted toiletries, searching for something, anything that she could use to remove these mittens.
Nothing. She moaned in frustration, no scissors, not even a razor for shaving… Sitting down onto the toilet seat, she began to gnaw at the strap holding the mittens in place. Tears of frustration streamed down her face as she rabidly chewed and pulled on the strap. Then, she spotted it—a rusty, long forgotten nail file, sitting at the bottom of a drawer.
She got down on her knees and had to stick her head inside to reach it. Then, using her tongue and teeth, managed to remove it and, using her mouth, forced the file between the strap and the hard plastic of the glove. She took the handle end of the file between her teeth and worked it back and forth. Slowly, but surely, she began cutting away at the strap. It took a good fifteen, twenty minutes of bobbing her head up and down to work the file, but eventually, the strap snapped.
She yipped in joy, immediately covering her mouth for fear of being heard. Then, triumphantly, she yanked the mitten free and used her newly freed fingers to undo the straps of the other glove and the weird plastic booties and yank them all off. Elation filled Dove’s chest. She could open the door, make a run for it. With any luck, she’d make it to the highway without being noticed. From there… hopefully to a sheriff or a forest ranger… any authority figure would do.
Flipping off the light, Dove then, as quietly as she could, opened the restroom door. She looked both ways and, seeing nothing, crept on the balls of her feet into the living room. It was still dark and quiet as she moved silently towards the kitchen. However, as she moved into the doorway, she saw a pair of golden, gleaming eyes staring back at her from the floor.
Zeus! Dove froze as the big mastiff’s lips turned in a sneer. A low, menacing growl rumbled from his chest. “Oh! No,” she cried, “good boy! Shhhhh, please…” As she spoke, panic clear in her voice, she crouched low so as to appear less threatening.
This seemed to calm Zeus. The grumbling stopped and he cocked his head, looking at her curiously. He padded forward, lowered his head, and pressed it against her chest, playfully. The big dog affectionately nuzzled his snout against her breasts and began lapping at her. His course, rough tongue brushed back and forth several times over her puffy nipples, causing them to harden. He was forceful and good-natured, but the action still knocked Dove onto her butt, putting her face to face with him.
He then began to animatedly lick at her face. Despite herself, Dove laughed and wrapped her hands around his neck, petting and rubbing his fur genially. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she whispered, as he continued lapping at her face.
Zeus whined in pleasure and nudged again, this time knocking her onto her back. Dove giggled as the big dog continued licking her face, enjoying herself even as he moved lower to lick at her chest and then her stomach. It wasn’t till he pushed her legs apart and began to lick his way down towards her pussy that she grew concerned. “No…” she cried, trying to scramble away. She wanted to subdue the dog to quiet him down so she could escape, she didn’t want this again…
As she tried to move backwards, Zeus again let loose a low, menacing growl, warning her not to fight back. “Ok, ok…” She stopped her backwards movement, clearly the mastiff wouldn’t let her go till he got what he wanted. That was when an idea occurred to her. Perhaps she could satisfy him without having to go through the painful, humiliating, and not to mention time-consuming process of him mounting her.
Dove slid closer, reaching down with her hand and sliding it almost seductively along Zeus’s furry belly, till her fingers touched the flesh sack where his cock hid. She swallowed nervously. “This what you want, boy?” she called gently, into his ear, as she tenderly stroked the furry sheath.
Zeus whined softly in answer, turning and gently licking her face. She turned her face into his muzzle, letting him nuzzle her cheek and lick her face as she began to affectionately rub the sheath where the big dog’s nasty, ill-shaped cock was located. It sent a shudder of revulsion down her spine, but she told herself, “it’s either this or let him fuck you again.”
Dove rubbed and stroked the sheath, letting Zeus lick her face and neck till, soon, she could feel the head of his big red rocket poking free. As her fingertips brushed against it, the dog whined and rolled onto his side, giving her better access to his flesh stick. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you, boy,” Dove whispered seductively.
The dick was easily one of the most disgusting things Dove had ever seen. It was red and veiny, slimy and very hot, and the head had a gross piece of hooded skin that covered the tip. As she rubbed it, Dove felt queasy, like she might vomit at any moment. But, at the same time, she felt her pussy clenching in desire. Thin, milky precum oozed from the nasty covered opening as she rubbed it, and slowly more of the huge prick slid free from the sheath.
Zeus began to pant and whine softly in anticipation. He growled menacingly, as if to suggest he wasn’t going to be patient much longer and Dove began to fear he might grow loud enough to wake Carl. “Ok, boy, shhhh… I’ll take care of you…” She wrapped her slender hand around the massive doggy dick and began to gently squeeze it and stroke it up and down.
Zeus rolled onto his back, as his cock fully slid out of his sheath. It was at least nine inches long, and big enough around that Dove’s tiny hand couldn’t fit all the way around it. Her hand was now covered in precum from the copious amounts draining from inside the hood and each stroke of her hand made a gross, wet sloshing sound that turned her stomach. Then, mastiff’s leg kicked one time, and he began to whine indicating he expected more from her.
“Ok, ok, shhhhh,” she whispered. “Fuck,” she thought, “this dog is demanding.” She began to work her hand up and down, as she moved lower. The dog had massive balls, and they were bouncing as she stroked his huge cock. Dove’s eyes grew wide as she worked his prick and she licked her lips, feeling turned on and disgusted with herself at the same time.
Unable to control herself any longer, Dove lowered herself and nuzzled Zeus’s massive nutsack with the tip of her nose. She moaned as it trailed back and forth along the furry surface, then sighed in pleasure at the heat coming off them. She was overcome by an irresistible need to lick and suck on his huge furry balls. Her tongue slid past her full pouty lips and she began to tenderly lap at his balls. She wrapped her lips around one and sucked on it, moaning in delight as she pulled on it with her mouth.
Again, she felt her pussy clenching in desire. This dog cock was making her hot. Dove continued stroking it, loving the hot, squishy feeling in her hand. While she did that, her other hand sank between her legs. Her pussy was warm, wet and needy. It was a strange sensation, revulsion and desire at the same time. She swallowed it down and rolled her tongue along Zeus’s balls as she began to press her fingers against her hardening clit.
“I am a dog whore,” she thought, as she breathed in the intoxicating, disgusting stench of Zeus’s undercarriage. Her tongue ran up over the mastiff’s balls, slid slowly over the furry sheath that once hid his sexy, red dick and moved all the way up along the hot, red flesh of his pulsing cock. Moaning like a true slut, her tongue probed inside the hood, as she lapped at the tip of his prick and tasted his warm, salty precum as it oozed from the tip.
For a long minute, Dove ran her tongue in and out of the gross little hood covering Zeus’s cockhead. She reveled in the taste and in her own revulsion at what she was doing but all the while her fingertips teased her clit. Then, as the horny dog began to whine in frustration, she finally parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip.
She grasped his penis firmly about the base and slid her lips as far down as she could go before gagging. Dove’s throat spasmed around the huge invader. She choked and drool poured past her lips, coating the big, red, dog cock. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as her lips slid up and back down. Her tongue cupped the underside of the hot dick, undulating along its surface as her lips rose and fell. Each time she took him as deep as she could.
Zeus began to kick his legs in excitement, but otherwise remained perfectly still, allowing his human lover to pleasure him in a way no dog ever could. He whined softly in ecstasy as Dove took him into her throat again and again. She gulped down his cum, stroked her pussy and began to pump her hand along the lower half of his doggy cock. The warm viscous fluid was salty and bitter, it felt sticky in her mouth, but she swallowed it down all the same. Her cunt spasmed in pleasure and it shamed her to think she was getting so turned on drinking a dog’s cum like it was sweet nectar but that did stop her from swallowing as much as she could get.
Her lips came off Zeus’s prick with a pop. Her nose rubbed affectionately over his shaft, “you gonna come for me, boy? You gonna give me that big, doggy load, aren’t you,” she cooed, as she again lapped again gently at the head. Zeus whined in response, his legs kicking excitedly. Dove then wrapped her lips back around his fat, red prick. She moaned like a dog whore, sucking it hard and taking it deep.
Her lips rose and fell at an expeditious pace, while her hand worked furiously up and down on his shaft. Zeus’s whining became more pronounced as did his bitch’s moaning. Then, without any warning, he erupted in her mouth. Dove’s eyes widened in the shock and surprise of the moment but, she clamped her lips down tight as she felt him clenching in orgasm. The huge, thick, salty load filled her mouth and she did her best to swallow it down as fast as she could without spilling a drop. But despite her best efforts, when she pulled away, doggy cum and drool drizzled down her chin and covered her chest.
The little, blonde starlet sighed and rolled onto her back. Her hands went to her belly, it had been days since she’d felt so satisfyingly full. She rubbed it as she shifted around on the carpet and licked her lips, an exulted look on her face. Zeus popped up on all fours and padded over to her. He brushed her cheek with his cold nose and lapped affectionately at her face. “Fuck…” she sighed, “what is wrong with me…” Her fingers trailed down her waist and went to her pussy. It was aching and soaked.
A moment passed while she pet Zeus and came down from the high of sucking her first dog cock before she realized why she’d done it in the first place. A panicked look came over her face as she looked outside. She could see the first rays of sunlight as dawn was quickly arriving.
Dove hopped to her feet, grabbed a blanket from the back of Carl’s couch, and ran towards the front door. Zeus looked up at her, whining and cocking his head as if to ask what she was doing. She wrapped the blanket around her naked body and looked down at her lover. “I’m sorry, boy. I can’t stay here anymore… You want to come with me?”
A friendly bark followed. Dove cast a worried glance towards the hallway leading back to the bedrooms. “Ok… come on then.” And with that, she threw open the front door. Three steps down onto the grass and she paused. The collar! Her hands shot to the collar as she remembered what Carl told her about the perimeter of his house. Panic in her eyes, she frantically began to remove it.
When she tossed it to the ground, she heard movement from the living room and Carl’s voice. “You awake, Bitch?”
“Oh, shit!” She looked down at Zeus, “come on, boy we have to make a run for it,” and she broke into a sprint.
The wind whipped through her long blonde hair and her legs extended into full strides as she heard Carl at the front door. “You gonna pay for this, Bitch.” She looked back over her shoulder to see Zeus staring up at his master, then back at her. “Zeus,” he cried, “take her down!”
The big mastiff looked up at Carl but didn’t move. He whined softly before laying down and plopping his big head onto his forepaws. “Damn it…” Carl cursed. He pulled the plaid bathrobe he was wearing tight around his waist and ran into the garage as Dove disappeared over a hill.
Being a big-time Hollywood actress came with certain advantages, even in a fucked-up situation like this. First and foremost was cardio. Dove was in great shape from long hours spent in the gym transforming her body into the fantasies of young teens and old men alike. She held the blanket closed around her chest and ran as fast and hard as she could.
At first, she followed the worn dirt driveway, but quickly figured that Carl would use that to chase after her and diverted from it, hoping the sparse tree cover might provide her some concealment. She ran till sweat began to trickle from her forehead before she heard an engine rev in the distance. A few minutes later came the barking of dogs and the sound of an ATV humming across open terrain.
Dove began to huff and puff. Working in a gym was one thing but running barefoot through rugged hills and tall grass was quite different than bounding across a treadmill with sneakers on. She came to a tall wood and wire fence and stopped for a moment to lean against it and catch her breath. She remembered the truck coming to a stop when she was brought here, and a gate being opened. This must be that half-way point.
The fence came up to mid-chest on Dove, and she hoped by climbing it that neither Carl, his ATV, nor his dogs would be able to get over it. As she climbed up and swung her leg over, she noticed cuts and bruises all over her calf and feet, the stinging pain began to register. But this was likely her one and only chance to escape. She hopped down, brushed the hair out of her eyes, and, with a look of resigned determination, broke out again into a run.
Over the rugged terrain she ran. She faltered when she nearly stepped into a huge fire ant hill and cursed when her thigh caught on some thorny underbrush, ripping away the blanket she’d covered herself with, and badly scraping her leg. The collision had nearly caused her to take a tumble. But she could now see the highway, just over a hill. That was the good news. The bad, behind her, she could see Carl, his four-wheeler, and two lanky courser hounds.
She turned towards the highway; she would need luck to escape at this point, but she wasn’t about to give up. Abandoning the blanket and angling away from Carl towards the road, Dove broke into a frenzied run. Her only hope at this point was a passerby, but some hope was better than none. Her legs burned and bled from the struggle up to this point. The gash in her leg from the thorns was pretty bad, and her bare feet hadn’t fared well over the rough ground, as both were covered in small cuts and bruises.
Now fully nude, she ran as hard as she could, but the dogs and the ATV were closing in. Huffing and puffing, she broke over the hill and strode onto the highway. The solid ground felt good beneath her battered feet, but she had little time to savor the relief. Carl was less than a hundred feet behind her and the hounds were circling to her left and right.
Way off in the distance, she saw another dirt road that led up to a cute little farm house with a big red barn. She had no hope of making it, but if she could prolong the chase enough, perhaps someone inside might see her plight. Digging deep, Dove fought to keep up the furious pace. Her limbs burned and sweat now poured down her trim body. She was desperately gasping for breath as she felt Carl close in behind her. The ATV was mockingly nipping at her heels and she could hear the crazed psychopath driving it laughing in glee. “Ooohhhh, Bitch, you gonna get it!” He was taunting her, drawing her attention away from the two dogs.
Suddenly, Carl veered beside her, she turned to look, fearing he may be trying to run her over. That was when the bigger of the two coursers came up from the shoulder of the highway and threw himself bodily against her. His shoulder and head collided into her knee, she lost her balance and went tumbling.
Her head cracked against the pavement and the world went dark.
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