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

Prospero took a few careful paces back towards the jungle edge, all the while focused on the video remote in his hand. Oui Miss Swift, when we get to the mansion later you will have makeup people... And more besides, he thought. The afternoon's entertainment on the beach was merely the preliminary for more byzantine indulgences up at the Big House that evening. But you look very beautiful right now, tres belle oui ? Do not worry, Caliban thinks you are very pretty indeed! Standing back now among the steel ring of lights and machines that fenced the beach, Prospero allowed himself a generous chuckle. See how he pursues you! With the expert eye of a practiced pornographer Prospero covered Taylor with every possible angle, ensuring no delicious part of her exquisite whole did not have a camera on it. At the same time he was tracking Caliban with another set, in particular making use of the tiny video recorder he had installed in a bump on the creatures skull. This provided a point-of-view perspective that allowed some particularly choice shots. A ball mounted with lenses stood high overhead, covering the entire area of the beach with an all-encompassing perspective. Taylor's eyes enraptured Prospero. They were as blue and striking as the crashing surf behind. Poets may have clumsily dubbed them the window to the soul, but in her case it was most definitely true. Nothing could be hidden within those bright intelligent orbs, every thought or concern on her mind flickering through them like stormclouds across a brilliant sapphire sky. As a skilled psychologist and a profoundly empathetic sadist, Propero could easily read the troubles that were clearly conflicting the gorgeous girl. Excellent, he thought she would be producing considerable amounts of pheromones that would excite Caliban even further. Watching Taylor cavorting in the sand made Prospero think of a beautiful young thoroughbred - perfectly trained and immaculately groomed, in need of whip, bridle and a demanding rider. Even when at awkward play she moved with the grace and ease of a dancer. Her gym-toned dancer's physique was a joy to watch in action, her perky young firmness well on display. Through a dozen lenses he watched her long legs strain, back arch and lips part as she struggled in the sand. Idly he wondered what kind of lover she was - if she surrendered herself with passion as her persona would seem to suggest, or if her uncomfortable lankiness suggested an equal discomfort with intimacy. He made a mental note to arrange a catalogue of her sexual history when the time was right. Caliban looked on in awe at the golden goddess moving on the sand before him. The sound of his name on her wet ruby lips was the sweetest thing he had heard in a long time. For a few moments he was enraptured, as if stunned by the fragrance of an especially powerful rose. Then he lopped grinning after Taylor, gurgling with laughter and finding himself curiously playful. His normal moods of lustful rape frenzy or head-splitting delirium had lifted and his cloudy mind rediscovered the simple joy of play. Running up just behind Taylor, he found his face just a few feet from her ass - the high, firm peaches quivering as she worked her powerful legs. The sweet musk of her sex was overpowering to his heightened senses, cancelling out even the staunch salt air. Closing his eyes and drawing in a deep long breath, he analyzed her scent with the precision of a hunting animal. She was ripe, fertile and had not had a man in some weeks. His recessed, dull eyes burst open again and he let out a loud hoot of delight. Curling a finger around the thin black strap of Taylor's thong, he pulled it back then released it with a flick. There was a sharp snap as the band slapped her hip, then - as she instinctively began to turn around - he landed a hard, full-hand slap on one of her rock hard asscheeks. Bounding back with a series of loud hoots, Caliban was totally unaware that his nominal fur 'girdle' had fallen away and he was now hunched fully naked, his elephantine erection waving like a fleshy red sword.