Taken by the Beast Shifter

by Alice Crowley

  30.

  Double

  Orifices

  It was only with great reticence that Ella even considered the possibility of letting Michael insert his fists in to her vagina and anus.

  The thought of this depraved act already caused her pangs of pain, as if the mere idea was enough to rupture her colon and bust a hole in her uterine cavity.

  However, part of her was undoubtedly curious. She was not entirely turned on by the possibilities of it, but curious to see if she could survive such an ordeal. She was also curious, being who she was, to see if she could actually glean any sexual gratification from being totally pillaged by Michael's beastly lusts that were inside him.

  Plus, she did want to help Michael.

  “I am willing to do this,” Ella said, looking to Michael, and glancing down at how big his hands were. “I am willing to totally gape for you Michael.”

  Michael looked like he might have been more frightened than she was.

  “I just don't understand,” he said. “I've …I've never done anything like that to someone. I never made a woman hurt like that.”

  “Michael,” Frederick Redding said, “This is the only way I can think of. We need you to gain control over your tendency to shift inside the core of your soul into the beastly entity. By fisting Ella hard and deep, you will be able to focus yourself better.”

  “It's like this Michael,” Ella said, placing her hand on Michael's leg to help him open his mind to her charm. “Only by going further in to the beast inside you, can you find your humanity again.”

  “Yes that's it,” Frederick chimed in. “It's the law of inversion. Every action causes an equal and opposite reaction. Therefore you need to totally embrace the beast, by doing something against your human nature. By committing this depraved act on Ella's body, by hurting her as much as she can take without grave injury or death, you will see just what you are capable of. The post-coital recovery period from this magical sexual act will, theoretically, cause you to revert to your full human state at least enough for your to exert total control over your beastly instincts.”

  Ella squeezed Michael's leg.

  “I know a lot of this is probably crazy sounding to you,” Ella said. “But the best course of action right now, if you want to gain control over your urges, is to jam your fists inside my pussy and ass. Hard.”

  31.

  Depraved,

  Dirty,

  Dangerous

  Hesitant, Michael agreed to test his limits.

  And Ella's too.

  He agreed to engage in the most depraved, dirty, dangerous sexual act imaginable with her: the double fist ceremony.

  Apparently Professor Redding had a lot of experience with this. He had been practicing magic for decades, the old scholar said. And his first experience engaging in ceremonial rites was in the 1960's when he was a college student.

  “My shrine room is where we will commence the gaping,” Professor Redding said. “It is sound proof, too. So Ella screams of consent to be stretched wide will not be heard by the neighbors.”

  Professor Redding rose to his feet, beckoning Michael and Ella to follow. Ella took Michael by the hand and led him back through the house as the Professor guided them through a long hallway and through a door into a large room that was dark and foreboding.

  “I will light the candles on the shrine,” the Professor said. “And don my cloak of ceremonial garb.”

  Michael and Ella waited there, as the Professor walked into the shadows. There was some object at the back of the room, but it was just a rectangular object in the scant light.

  “In the shrine of the rites, I only use the light of a fire, never artificial electric illumination. This is very important,” the Professor explained, igniting a match.

  As he lit multiple candles on the rectangular object, it was more apparent what the rectangular shape was. It stood up to the waist height of the Professor. And there were a variety of objects set across it.

  Many of these objects Michael did not recognize. However he did see a pyramidal statue, and two pillars on the floor at each end that stood just over the head of Professor Redding.

  Other small statues on the stand were of some mythological creatures Michael didn't know about. He'd been raised in the church, where the only idol was the cross behind the pastor.

  “In front of the altar of the netherworld,” Professor Redding said, his back still to Michael and Ella, “we will present for sacrifice the anal and vaginal canal of the fisting virgin.”

  32.

  Ability

  To

  Be

  Penetrated

  When Ella heard the two words 'fisting' and 'virgin' escape Professor Redding's lips, she knew there was no turning back. She knew there was no turning back for her, meaning that she would not give up until Michael's big fists were gaping her wide and deep.

  She was determined, empowered to stretch her body and her anatomy to the limits of its ability to be penetrated. Ella was as ready as ever to take a bigger risk than ever.

  She was about to pass the threshold, to the point of no return.

  She was right where she wanted to be.

  “Approach the altar and disrobe, Ella,” Frederick said. “We shall anoint your orifices with the wax of the holy flame.”

  Ella squeezed Michael's meaty hand before releasing it and doing as she was instructed, walking across the barren center of the floor of the room they were in, and joining Frederick at his side in front of the table between two pillars.

  “By the gods of the netherworld, we reveal this fertile female flesh to you, so that you may hear her cries of penetration!” Frederick chanted.

  Ella knew what to do, stripping her body by removing the button up shirt she had on, then her bra and letting her heavy, flushed tits sag into the cool air as they were tugged down by gravity.

  Then she dutifully unzipped her pants, inching the waist band over her hips and letting them fall around her ankles.

  Frederick continued to chant as Ella stepped out of her pants and stood on the floor, barefoot because she'd kicked her shoes off in the living room, now only in her laced panties.

  She could feel her anal rim and vaginal labia quiver with anticipation of what was to come next. She was anxious, scared, and very excited all at the same time.

  Frederick kept chanting, and lifted one candle off the altar from beside the pyramid that was in the center. Then, with the flame in hand, he slowly turned to gaze upon Ella's naked, bare body.

  “Present your pelvic girdle to me, Ella,” Frederick said. “And I will commence to drizzle it with the wax of poetics.”

  33.

  No

  Fucking

  Idea

  Michael basically had no fucking idea what was going on. But he did know that the sight of Ella's bare skin was activating the beast from within him once again. He was fully invigorated, with blood rushing quickly into his cock.

  A moment later, it was a full hard on in his pants. He stood there, gritting his teeth, waiting for the Professor to dribble wax on her.

  The old man told her to bend forward, and the did, placing her hands on the top of the marble table where all the trinkets were, and sticking her ass out backwards to allow full access to her loins.

  She spread her legs to the sides wide, letting her juicy pussy lips hang between her inner thighs. Michael felt another surge of energy flow through him, tingling with the drive to shove himself inside her.

  “I hereby desecrate the flesh, so that it may be made sacred!” the Professor called out, holding the hot candle above Ella's back and big round ass cheeks. “I hereby prepare it for total penetration and rupture!”

  The Professor poured it on, drip by drip.

  And Ella yelped as it struck her skin.

  34.

  As

  He

  Dribbled

  More

  The hot wax dribbled on Ella's ass and she yelped as it singed her fine hair folli
cles. She knew she was in for a ride, and this was just the preparatory initiation.

  It was just the beginning of the pain she would know on this night.

  As well as the pleasure.

  Frederick Redding kept chanting as he dribbled more, then stroked her ass cheeks with his hand, grazing over the now hardened dots of wax, easing his touch over her backside.

  “This body will receive the might and will of the shifted one,” Frederick said. “And the exclamations of her penetration will call forth a new dawn of consciousness. Now, Michael. Now, beastly man of all men. Come thee forward and seize her flesh in your own hands, so that her innards may know the strain of your mighty fisting.”

  Ella's heart was racing hard in her chest as she heard Michael's footsteps approaching. All she could see in front of her was the altar she was bowed to, with her hands placed on top, as if she were it's sacrificial lamb.

  As if her ass was.

  Michael growled, deep and low. Ella knew that he had shifted into the fearsome creature again, that super soldier, that hard core alpha male that was somehow created through dark experimentations.

  Frederick pulled his hand away and stepped off, to the side of the altar down by where the pillar was on the right, standing next to it.

  And watching.

  The first part of Michael to make contact with Ella's back end was the tip of his cock. It was familiar, considering how hard he had fucked her with it the previous night. It felt good to get acquainted with it again. It felt sublime.

  Then it was his hands – those incredibly powerful hands gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them to the side. He was so strong it almost felt like her flesh would rip from her pelvic bone. It almost felt like he was bent on tearing her apart and fucking the remains.

  But he wasn't.

  Ella knew that Michael was her sworn protector, her alpha, so long as she let him lay claim to first dibs on blasting cum inside her. Ella knew that as long as she allowed herself to be his subject, he would die fighting to protect reproduction rights over her body.

  And that was fucking hot.

  As Michael proceeded to take her with his fingers, Ella could feel the oozing of anticipatory lubrication as it emanated from inside her vagina.

  She was ready when he was.

  35.

  Ella's

  Rippling

  Cheeks

  The feeling of Ella's rippling ass cheeks in Michael's big meaty hands made him growl from deep in his belly.

  His escalated powers of scent could smell her anus and pussy both, and what a mixture of aromas that was. The juice from her cunt wafted up into his nostrils along with the gamy spunk of her rectal rim as it puckered in suspense for the pillaging that was so soon to come.

  Looking down at her, Michael lost himself with desire.

  He needed to taste those two holes, to whip her with that long and strong tongue he was now endowed with, to lash her with his saliva and taste the intoxicating flavors of her dirty bits.

  He dropped to his knees, slamming them to the floor without the slightest sense of pain.

  Keeping her ass cheeks spread one in each hand, he slammed his face in between her two bundles of backside booty.

  His nose landed on her anus, his tongue slathering down into her love nest, grazing gracefully across her cunt and lathering it up in preparation for a knuckle session.

  She was loose, she was ready. She was totally relaxed in his hands. Her flavor danced across his taste buds as he drew that hunk of tongue between her outer folds and up across her perineum to her rim, where he circled it clean.

  He pressed it in and through, her pucker pinching him off as he went inside her shaft and left his saliva and her remnant pussy juice inside so that her shitter was lubricated and ready for all out action.

  She bellowed a moan, while the Professor kept chanting to the side of the altar.

  “Inside her is the source of peace for the beast,” the Professor incanted, “Deep inside her will the pain it makes her feel be joined with the thrusts of the beastly fist.”

  36.

  Took

  Her

  With

  His Tongue

  Gripping the altar in Frederick's ceremonial chamber, Ella moaned as Michael took her ass with his tongue. It seemed like it went even deeper, even harder than he had done to her in her kitchen the night before. It was almost as if he was bigger, stronger.

  The chanting of Frederick's spells became like gibberish in Ella's feverish submission to Michael's beastly might. The older man was speaking in tongues now, it sounded like. Some wizardrous language, some archaic speech.

  With her eyes shut tight and her hands holding on to the edge of the altar with all her might, Ella imagined she might be almost devoured by some fearsome mythical creature.

  Michael's nails on his finger tips felt almost more like claws, sinking into her round plump flesh.

  It was almost as if he was verging on shearing her skin, muscles, and sinews right off of her bones, leaving her as bare as a corpse prepared for mummification.

  And his tongue tickled her guts for what seemed like ages, almost as if she was with child, as if some foreign entity was kicking inside of her, growing, feeding on her intestines.

  She moaned and moaned and moaned.

  His tongue retracted, her asshole returning to shape as he pulled it out.

  And then it was his dick on her. And this shaft, this pillar, felt larger than the night before as did his tongue. Ella knew she had brought out the might of the beast. Her flesh had ignited a lust inside him that would not be rivaled by any other maiden whore.

  He jammed her hard fast and strong with his cock, deep up inside the gully of her hungry cunt. Her flesh blasted her's with hardcore thrusting action, attacking her hips and grasping her hard enough to make her scream loud.

  With deft precision he pulled his dripping rod out and switched hit it to her asshole. It slid in easy as he drove it home, nearly bursting her bowels and digging at her guts like a trowel.

  Ella's eyes watered with the pain of his ferocity. His body was like a biological machine that could not be resisted.

  She was right where she wanted to be, without a thought of begging for mercy on her mind.

  It was like being taken by a brood stud, by something that wasn't man, that wasn't beast.

  Something that was more than the sum of both.

  More than the cum of both.

  37.

  Swim

  From

  His

  Loins

  Fucking Ella's pussy and ass with his dick, switching from one to the other in between series of plunge thrusts, Michael knew the time for the full fist was soon.

  Professor Redding's series of chants guided him through the motions, helping Michael to channel his instincts, refine them, focus his powers.

  “The beast takes the both of the subjects orifices with his phallus, at full mast he does his muscle of malice!” recited the Professor.

  Grunting, Michael let a blast out into Ella's gaped cunt. He needed to release his seed in her, but he knew it was only the first stage.

  He unleashed the initial torrent, spraying her inside then again pulling out in between spurts and ramming his tip into the depths of her asshole.

  Once inside her shit shaft he sprayed more, emptying the last of his nuts into it, sharing his spunk with both of her orifices in even balance.

  Leaning forward and folding over her, he brought his mouth to the back of her neck and licked her there as he felt the cum swim from his loins into her's. She was whimpering, crying out for more.

  “Your seed inside me deep inside me,” she exclaimed, as he blasted his hot breath onto her nape and wrapped his long tongue around past her ear to probe at her lips on the other side. “Inside me deep inside me spraying.”

  “The time for the deep fisting has arrived!” chanted the Professor. “Her orifices are stretched and await the gargantuan penetration of the beastly han
ds of natural forces!”

  38.

  His

  Tip

  Pulled

  Out

  As Frederick had said, the time had arrived.

  Ella was so nervous, as Michael pulled his tongue past her cheek and his dick from her anus. She felt her rim snap back to shape as his tip pulled out. Her cunt dripped from the lube of his hot load.

  If she was ever ready for it, she was ready for it now.

  Yet still, she doubted her self. Ella wondered if her body would burst open from the hard core domination inside of Michael's big hands, his fearsome fists.

  I can do this.

  I can do this.

  His hands were still on her, even as his dick was now outside of her. He fingered her hot labial folds, pressing on her clit, then inserting his tips inside her to test the waters.

  First he finger fucked her for awhile, then he added his thumb to her anus. It easily went in, thanks to the plaster of his sperm inside her shitter.

  Frederick continued to chant while Michael massaged Ella, fondling her, preparing her for his fists.

  And when he determined she was ready, he pulled his fingers from her two holes, and a moment later, he roughly jammed a fist into each orifice.

  It was quick, surprising Ella. Yet she did not protest. She screamed the good scream, clenched the good pain inside her as he inserted and twisted.

  Her body felt like his supple puppet, under his total dominance and control. Her stomach swelled, she was at once bloated with his depravity, his demolishing dexterity.