Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The gentle surf caressed Taylor's legs as she washed in the white churning foam. Once again Prospero's vivid imagination could not help drawing a comparison to Botticelli's Venus. The bouncing gold locks mirrored her exquisite face much like the depiction of that Roman goddess, and Taylor's perfectly formed little boobs were the very match of the paintings'. Even her somewhat demure pose mimicked the work - although Taylor's face, wild with burning rage and proud impudence, was no reflection of Venus' serene gaze. Every camera along the beach was searing the image of the topless, water-dappled beauty, photographing her freely swinging breasts from every angle as she assiduously wiped them clean. With the sun now high overhead, her taunt stomach, petite ass and gym-sculpted figure were displayed to full glorious effect. Caliban watched on in steady, silent awe. His small black eyes focused on the shimmering beads of water which ran the delectable length of Taylor's body. The stunted little man was hypnotized by the way she washed her breasts, gently kneading and stroking the firm little mounds. Her met her furious glances with a blank but nonetheless sinister expression. Like a cat coiled just a few inches from a bobbing bird, he appeared to poised to leap upon her at any moment. With tiny, almost unnoticeable movements, he began to lower himself further into the waves and disappear beneath the blue surf. Taylor's arrogant defiance exhilarated Prospero. She was everything he had hoped her to be - no wilting weeping damsel, but rather a prideful creature made for taming, completely self-assured in her ability to control events. That presumptuous delusion was exactly why Prospero had gone through the exacting procedure of prising her from luxury and having her dumped alone on this isolated beach. Never, in her mind's perfect world, could something horrible ever happen to her. This made the doctor's anticipation of her impending misery all the more electrifying. He watched her carefully remove her panties with a broad, undisguised leer of lust. You smug little trollop, he thought with delight. Such the coquette, Miss Swift! he cooed. Despite her best efforts at modesty, there was nothing she could do about her reflection in the bubbling water, and a properly angled camera managed to capture a long juicy shot of her most intimate quarters as they were mirrored in the bright surf. Propero studied her tight, triumphant little smile with glee. It appears you are much more the minx than you made out, Miss Swift! he said in a bubbly tone. Naturally, a little bit of cloth is more erotic than full nudity. How clever of you to emphasis the glory of your sex this way! I did not think that perfect little behind could be improved, but sans thong it is even more delectable! He allowed his words to float on the air, then spoke in a colder voice. Of course, the deal was you would now continue the performance. a nude photoshoot no less. He crouched down a few feet ahead of her, and scooped up the thong lying in the sand. Keeping his reptile eyes fixed on hers, he bunched the wet fabric into a ball and held it to his nose like a pomander, taking a deep breath to inhale the salty scent of her sex. Oozing the words like treacle, he said You will play the stranded cavegirl now - drop to all fours and crawl towards me. And yes, keep that beautiful look, your petulance makes you so much sexier. Quickly now, crawl to me, or perhaps Caliban will...Caliban? Looking around, Prospero suddenly noticed the lecherous dwarf had apparently been swallowed by the sea. Only a small dark shape moving beneath the water at speed gave an indication of his whereabouts. Chuckling softly, Prospero turned back to Taylor and said Now then Miss Swift, time to keep your end of the deal.