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  TAKEN

  by the

  BEAST SHIFTER

  by

  Alice

  Crowley

  © 2020 Alice Crowley

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  “Only the loins of female flesh can activate the potential of a beast within and alpha male.”

  ~Book of the Light Keepers, circa 504 BC

  Table of Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  1. Mind In The Gutter

  2. Fit Young Man

  3. She Wanted To Be Taken

  4. She Was There

  5. Manly Men

  6. "Just relax into it."

  7. Good In Bed

  8. The Scent Of A Woman

  9. "Take my pussy!"

  10. He Was Bigger

  11. Through Her Teeth

  12. Chasing A Tail

  13. Risk Risk Risk

  14. With Savage Fury

  15. Fuck Very, Very Well

  16. Leaking Into Her Panties

  17. Smashed Against Her

  18. Cock So Damn Well

  19. Jammed His Thumb

  20. "Damn you went up in me."

  21. His Enormous Cock

  22. Wedged Her Big Cheeks

  23. Orifices In Pain

  24. Body As A Vessel

  25. Half Erect Cock

  26. Set Of Nuts

  27. Something Very Dark Afoot

  28. "Always a pleasure."

  29. Up Bucking Hay

  30. Double Orifices

  31. Depraved, Dirty, Dangerous

  32. Ability To Be Penetrated

  33. No Fucking Idea

  34. As He Dribbled More

  35. Ella's Rippling Cheeks

  36. Took Her With His Tongue

  37. Swim From His Loins

  38. His Tip Pulled Out

  39. Fists Covered In Fluids

  40. Wide Gaping Of Her Body

  41. Stick Shift Finale

  Author's Note

  About The Author

  More Work by Alice Crowley

  Excerpt from HOT WIFE DOUBLE FIST

  1.

  Mind

  In

  The

  Gutter

  When Ella Strasbourg went to meet her best friend Roxy at a bar down on Kirkwood Avenue, she didn't know that her life was about to get very, very strange. There was something in the air, though, that she would realize looking back after the fact.

  Indeed, Bloomington was not the same anymore. It was changed, forever. Just as America had changed.

  Especially middle America.

  Roxy was on a stool drinking a beer when Ella showed up beside her. Roxy ordered another beer and the ladies got into a chat. It had been a few weeks since they'd seen each other, and there was some catching up to do, no doubt.

  “So tell me,” Roxy said, ever the mischievous, 'mind in the gutter' type, “Have you fucked any of your students at IU yet?”

  Ella sighed. She was a new professor at the Indiana University historical department, and her job wasn't easy. She was still learning where she fit in at the school, among the ranks of the faculty.

  “Roxy you asked me this question last time we met up,” Ella said. “You're beginning to sound like a broken record.”

  Roxy took a sip of beer before smiling and saying “That was two weeks ago El, plenty of time to finally bite the bullet and wrap your legs around one of those young studs.”

  Ella shook her head.

  “It goes against University policy,” she said.

  “Exactly my point El! Breaking the rules is fucking sexy. Trust me. Dirty, kinky, taboo sex is absolutely the best kind of sex there is. Shit, I fucked my boss just the other day at the office in Indianapolis. He nailed me hard on the desk.”

  Ella shook her head again. Roxy's sexual mind was exasperating to deal with.

  “I suppose if I was married, you'd fuck my husband too, wouldn't you?” Ella asked.

  Roxy shrugged.

  “Everyone had their limitations, I suppose,” she said. “I draw the line at that. I'd fuck some stranger's husband but not a friend's. That could make things too awkward.”

  “Oh, so not because of morals or ethics huh? Just because it would make things too awkward for you?”

  “Morals and ethics?” Roxy asked. “Those only make people rebel.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, the more we try to make rules, the more of a backlash there is. Why do you think I am such a skanky whore who let my boss fuck me at the office during business hours? Because I was raised like practically a preacher's daughter in the bible belt.”

  What Roxy was saying kind of made sense. In fact, Ella had studied ancient Rome and did her dissertation on Dyonisian rituals, about how the Romans would basically have a holidays where everyone was allowed to fuck in the streets and get drunk.

  It was a way to let loose every now and then, and it acted, anthropologically, like a sort of release valve on the tension and frustration in society.

  Especially sexual frustration.

  But modern Western society had no such holiday. It was just work work work year round then go home to be with the nuclear family. Holidays were supposed to be trapped inside the house with the same people you were trapped in the house with most of the year.

  Halloween was the closest thing to a Dyonisian holiday. But it was kind of tame, almost like a Disneyland holiday.

  “Well you look fit,” Ella said, changing the subject. “Have you still been doing yoga lately?”

  “Nice segue,” said Roxy. “And yeah still doing yoga. I might bang my yoga teacher, too. I've also been running.”

  “Oh? Where?” asked Ella.

  “Eagle Creek park.”

  That was the biggest park in Indianapolis. There had been some ravishings there, recently. Law and order in society was breaking down some, because police departments were so underfunded with tax dollars.

  “Well, as long as you don't go at night I'm sure it's safe,” Ella said.

  “I go at midnight.”

  “What? Are you crazy Roxy?”

  “I like the fucking danger, you know what I mean? I haven't seen any of those Marauder gangs there, the ones who take women and do things to their bodies. But, in a way I kinda' want to.”

  Ella shook her head. She was seriously concerned that Roxy was losing her mind. But then again, Roxy was always like this. She had always been kind of a slut.

  It just seemed to be escalating, as of late.

  And escalating hard.

  2.

  Fit

  Young

  Man

  Michael knew the inoperable cancer was going to take him. He'd been in the ward at Bloomington Hospital for weeks now. His family came to visit when they could, from outside of town where they had a corn farm. The time was coming, everyone knew it.

  And the doctor's, well, they were actually surprised he'd lasted as long as he had.

  No one knew why such a handsome, otherwise healthy, fit young man would come down with lymphatic cancer at such an age. The explanation given was that it was genetic, but only one of Michael's relatives had battled cancer, a distant uncle.

  No, Michael believed it was because of the fracking that had been going on near the farm. He believed it was poisoning the well water that his family drank, and that the filter they used hadn't been able to take out the microscopic toxins.

  Of course, when Michael brought this up with his doctors, he was brushed off as a tin foil hat conspiracy type.

  There's no evidence fracking poisons wells, the oncolo
gists would say. This is definitely due to genes.

  On this particular evening, though, things were about to change for Michael. And it all started when Doctor Hutchins walked in the door to the room.

  “Hello Michael,” Doctor Hutchins said.

  She was blonde, blue eyed, and tall. She reminded Michael of a Viking goddess. He wanted to fuck her, in fact. He couldn't help it. Life was boring in that room all day and he wasn't so sick he couldn't get it up enough to fantasize about the hot doc!

  “Hello doctor. What brings you here so late?” Michael asked her as she approached his bed.

  “Well you're awfully cheery,” Doctor Hutchins said, smiling.

  “Must be the medications,” Michael replied. “Or maybe you just have that effect on me.”

  “They do say country boys have a certain charm about them.”

  “Who you calling a country boy?” Michael said, laughing. “I'm not from the country. I'm from a corn field.”

  The doctor sat down on one of those rolling stools, dropping her smile. Michael half expected her to tell him he only had a few hours to live.

  “Michael,” she said, scooting the stool to the bedside. “I have just received word about a new, experimental treatment for lymphatic cancer.”

  “Experimental?”

  She nodded.

  “Yes. Very experimental. In fact, I could lose my license to practice by offering it to you. It's through an old colleague of mine at the local research institute. They are just now moving the treatment into human trials, and I could get you short listed, if you wish.”

  Michael turned that possibility over in his mind a few times.

  Shit, what the hell did he have to lose? His life?

  “Okay,” he said. “I'd like to know more.”

  3.

  She

  Wanted

  To Be

  Taken

  When Ella was in her office on campus the day after meeting Roxy at the bar on Kirkwood, a new email from the IU Dean came through to her inbox. She was grading student's papers, but she allowed her self to get momentarily distracted to read the email.

  There had been a lot of these notices sent out to everyone at IU as of late. And, like the others, it was a public safety notice.

  The Dean talked about how there had been more assaults late at night on campus, with more Marauders roaming about. The Dean said for everyone to be extra careful, to walk in groups especially after dark. It also urged women not to walk alone while wearing revealing clothing.

  Ella shook her head and scoffed. What had society come to?

  Ella had taken many women's liberation classes when she was going for her bachelor's degree. She believed strongly that women should be able to walk around in whatever they wanted without any alpha male cat calling her or groping her.

  In fact, Ella was such a strong feminist, she believed women should be able to walk around fully nude at any time, and no man had the right to shame her, much less slap her ass.

  There was one problem with this, though – the lack of studs. Ella had, throughout college, graduate school, and her tenure, managed to surround herself with weak men. These were men that never touched her unless she consented. These were men who never made comments about her body, for fear of objectifying her and being labeled as patriarchal.

  There was something else about these men in the dating pool, too – they just weren't sexy.

  They didn't 'do' it for Ella. They didn't make her panties cream with anticipation of strong, powerful, domineering hands ripping them off.

  It was kind of pitiful. How had Ella backed herself into this corner? She didn't want a gentleman! In fact, holding the door for her was just a patriarchal act! No, Ella could open the door for her self. Ella could do everything she needed to do, being a strong, independent woman.

  Except, well, lift the heavy marble table in her living room. She always needed to ask for help from the neighbor, who was a construction worker, for that.

  Sigh.

  It wasn't easy, being a modern woman. Sometimes Ella just wanted to be taken and taken hard.

  Well, sometimes dreams did come true …

  Ella was snapped out of her thoughts by a message on her smartphone that was nearby on the desk. She picked it up and looked at the screen.

  Interesting timing.

  It was a Tinder message from a handsome guy asking her for a date.

  Ella sighed.

  She was tired of trying to find a man who was a real alpha yet also knew how to be a tender, sweet, submissive man when she wanted him to be. Why couldn't men be psychic or something? Didn't they know that Ella wanted her boyfriend (if this ideal mate even existed) to be dominant when she wanted, and submissive when she wanted, but also that she didn't want to have to tell him to be dominant because doing so totally defeated the purpose?

  Fuck!

  Oh well, might as well keep trying.

  She responded to the Tinder message, agreeing to go out with this guy to a bar on Kirkwood Avenue later that night.

  4.

  She

  Was

  There

  The next days passed by quickly and soon Michael found himself being transferred to the research facility for the procedure Doctor Hutchins had signed him up for. During the transfer, Michael didn't see the Doctor. He wondered where she was.

  No, a team of orderlies simply wheeled Michael out of Bloomington Hospital and in to the back of a nondescript gray van. The orderlies barely said a word.

  There was no paperwork to sign, nothing. Michael was surprised the nurses let him go without insisting on more formalities.

  But then again, maybe they were in on the whole operation themselves.

  The drive to the research facility outside of Indianapolis took an hour and a half. Soon they arrived. There were armed guards at the gates – not in any kind of military uniform though. Just regular black suits.

  The facility was ringed by fence and barbed wire. There were no signs anywhere indicating what branch of the government was doing research at the location – nothing.

  In hindsight, Michael should have had some inclination of what he was getting into. But he was a naive young man, a young man who's biggest trip out of the state of Indiana had been for one weekend trip to Chicago.

  He was sheltered and naive, in his own way. That was for sure.

  He trusted too easily.

  When he was brought out of the van and through a door into a long hall of the facility, Michael finally saw Doctor Hutchins.

  “I was worried you wouldn't show up for the party,” Michael said.

  “How could I miss it?” asked the doctor. “This is a breakthrough genetic therapy procedure, Michael. Everyone is excited for the potential it will have for all mankind.”

  “What is this place anyway?” Michael asked. “Is this like a military bunker?”

  Dr. Hutchins patted him on the shoulder, following along as the orderlies wheeled him down the long hall.

  “Something like that, Michael,” she said.

  5.

  Manly

  Men

  Ella met with the Tinder date at the bar that evening. He was super handsome and had a square jaw and masculine features, so Ella got her hopes up for a meeting with him.

  His name was Brad and he was already there when Ella arrived. This wasn't a good sign. It meant he might have been desperate. She would have been more angry if he showed up late, but she would have been kind of turned on too.

  Now he just seemed pitiful, dutifully waiting there for her like a puppy dog.

  “Hi Ella,” he said as she approached the table for two. “Nice to see you.”

  Brad got up and pulled the chair out for her. This was already getting off to a rocky start, and Ella was already starting to doubt that she would get her rocks off.

  Fuck what happened to manly men?

  Still, Ella sat down and smiled, then thanked him. Chances are, he was going to pay for the drinks after all.
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  6.

  “Just

  relax

  into

  it.”

  Inside the operating room where the procedure was going to commence, Michael was nervous. There was some kind of IV bag with blood in it. Did he need a blood transfusion? He had cancer, not hemophilia.

  A trio of doctors including doctor Hutchins were on hand, except they were not wearing traditional smocks, latex gloves, and face masks.

  They were in full on fucking hasmat suits.

  “Doctor Hutchins,” Michael said, “why is there blood in the IV bag?”

  “Just relax Michael,” she said, as the two doctors next to her prepared the tubes and cleaned Michael's arm. “We're going to administer a sedative first, then proceed with the treatment.”

  “What is the treatment? You never told me.”

  She ignored him, turning to one of the other Doctors.

  “Okay,” she said, “let's continue.”

  Michael was suddenly getting skeptical. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to go through with this. He didn't have enough information about what they were about to do to his body.

  It was too late, now, though, he thought. So he just let them put the needle in his arm and prepare him for the treatment.

  As the anesthetic washed over him, he really wondered why he would need an anesthetic if he was just getting injected with some kind of genetically engineered blood. There was no tray with scalpels on it. There was no sign that they were going to operate on him, cutting him open.

  So what the hell?

  It didn't matter though, because soon Michael was out like a light.

  7.

  Good

  In

  Bed

  The conversation wasn't really going much of anywhere, despite the three glasses of wine the two of them had had each. Still, there was just no chemistry whatsoever between Ella and her Tinder date Brad.