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

Taylor's ready obeisance was quite satisfying to Prospero. She was always the attentive daughter, eager to please, loathe to offend. He also suspected a fair amount of self-interest motivated her a narcissistic desire to be seen working for charity that excused any number of inconveniences. The minx had all the makings of a proper slavegirl, thought the Doctor with satisfaction as he traced his tongue along his non-existent lips. It would just require the right conditioning - a careful mix of patience and pressure until that elegant blond body broke. The images and footage he had already garnered would have been salacious enough for a public long denied a look at her half-naked flesh. Taylor's reaction when Caliban slapped her was almost girlishly coquettish, and the drumskin-tight quiver of her rock-hard buns would be enough to inflame any heart with lust. But the luscious display continued, and Prospero found himself sweating hard as he kept his gaze fixed on her. When Taylor cautiously dropped to her knees before the rock Caliban was on, her pert backside was displayed to spectacular extent. A small pair of back dimples set slightly above her dancer's ass excited one of the doctor's peculiar preferences. You look very good on your knees Ms Swift... he said in a flat, controlled voice. It is a pose that flatters your figure. Caliban was shivering in pure excitement. His blood was nothing but adrenaline, his massive heart pounding like a churning furnace. The doctor had unleashed him on many women before, but even in his animal heart he recognized this one was something different. Her conciliatory manner and soft tones suggested that she was offering herself as a mate, and her behavior seemed to be signalling her willingness to submit to him. As she inched the fur closer, the back of her hand brushed ever so lightly against the knot-like head of Caliban's penis. Although barely above a feather touch, this was more than the wretched creature could take. With a guttural groan of ecstasy, he fired a thick, hot jet of semen like a shotgun from his engorged member. While some of it was taken by the fur she held in front of her, the majority lashed across Taylor's face like the slap of a whip. A splattered mess matted in her hair, while a sticky globule hit just below her eye and dropped across her perfect cheek. A few drops splashed across her breasts as the spurt suddenly ceased, and Caliban began howling in incredible pain. Oh mon dieu , oh non ! shrieked Prospero in mock-despair. He was well aware what was happening, but knew he could allow Taylor no time to think. He has the blockage in the testicles - mon dieu , this could kill him most painfully in minutes! Please Miss Swift, save him! Work his member to relieve the pressure before he dies of the hemorrhage! Fighting hard to suppress a laugh, Prospero continued I beg you for his sake, quickly please - use your hands, use your mouth, use anything! Just empty his testicles as quick as you can!
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The comments regarding the pose very nearly had Taylor stopping. It wasn't simply what the doctor said, but the near leer she could hear in his voice. The desire to turn around and start telling the pudgy man off rose within Taylor, nearly impossible to stop. Except... except she wanted to actually be the professional one here. What argument would she have if she fell into some sort of diva trap and started making demands and so forth? Far better to simply act the professional and then to argue after the fact. That didn't stop her from tugging her outfit down a little more to better cover anything that might be on display, however. Just a light touch as Taylor reached up, again trying to be as workmanlike as possible as she drew the loincloth back over the throbbing erection. She felt her hand just touch something and she winced at the sensation, very nearly outright retching. No sooner had she touched, however, then the flared head exploded. Reaction kicked in as Taylor jerked the cloth down around the spewing rod, as if to hurriedly wrap the scepter. Reaction also made her let out a sharp gasp of surprise. Taylor's lips parted just enough to receive a few dollops of Caliban's seed between them. She immediately turned to spit it out, jerking hands up to try and stave off a few more. Already she could feel some sticking in her hair, hitting her face, painting her. She pulled hands up to immediately start wiping at the stuff, fighting the urge to vomit with each passing moment. The creature's cries nearly had Taylor falling back onto her rear. She stared up at it, her mouth twisting slightly in fear. A... a blockage in his... seriously? She turned to look at the doctor, disbelieve taking over where fear had been. Her brow furrowed. You're kidding, right? came out before she could even stop it. That sounds like something you make up for a-- she stopped as she realized the proximity the flailing cock had to her body. A hand reached to grab the loincloth, still partially thrown about the thing, and pulled, jerking it away, trying to force the covering down. This is just---completely unacceptable, she had to said, shaking her head, reaching up with another hand to yet again wipe at her face. You should've made sure that he was ready for this! And the thing in her hand felt almost too large to control. Her fingers didn't seem quite capable of closing around it properly and Taylor swore the movements were going to pull the cloth free. He needs to hold still! she ordered, getting ready to back away very quickly if need be. This was quickly unraveling even faster than she would've anticipated.
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

With a measured, steady pace Prospero took a few more steps towards Taylor as she sat in the sand. Placing the remote in his pocket, he turned to study her face in person. Her eyes were like a summer storm racing across a flawless blue sky, passion and rage clearly seething as they shone bright and angry. Watching her rub her hands across his face he noted the quivering shudder of her now free-swinging breasts the supple little bulbs as sweet and inviting as a pair of cream tarts. Pink and pouting, they seemed made for sucking and nibbling like ripe berries. Her righteous outrage and offended propriety amused Prospero to no end. There seemed something so archaically proper about this girl, despite her intensely modern manner. It was like an aristocratic sense of order which came as an innate part of her love of control. It was time to twist the dial a little further, he thought. Out in the sea, Caliban had ceased to prance about when he saw Taylor sit down. Sullenly, he hunched down again in the surf, watching her like a cat waiting for an incautious mouse. The soft rolling water broke around him in a foamy mess, cooling his sweaty flanks and prompting slow long groans from deep within his barrel chest. He appeared coiled as tight as dangerous as a loaded spring, just waiting for a moment to leap from the water upon Taylor. All pretense of play had vanished, and he was now every inch the predatory animal. Taylor's covering of sand and sweat, combined with the ragged thong, gave her more of an appearance of a feral cavegirl than even before. Prospero stood close to her now, blocking the sun as he loomed over the reclining girl. His thick black shadow fell over her like a oily cloak. Oh Miss Swift, you look very much the castaway now! All desperate and wild, with only that little rag to cover your modesty! His laughter was more free than before - no longer a contrived chuckle but instead a genuinely disturbed giggle. Already I have enough footage to make you a porn star. Your faceful of Caliban's seed, your lovely bosom? At the press of a button I could send these images onto the internet, into a million people's homes. He let this words float on the air a moment then slowly sink into place. Perhaps, you could go clean yourself in the sea, over by Caliban there, he gestured with a flick of his flabby chin. And we will continue this little performance. What will it be, Miss Swift? Shall it be the world who sees those delicious little boobs smeared with semen, bouncing in the sun? Or will that sight only belong to us here? He fixed her gaze firmly, all illusion of gentlemanly courtesy gone. Now is the time you decide how much you want to keep your fame, mon belle putain .
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Taylor almost felt the shadow before she saw the man. Her head tilted upward, for once actually looking up at the doctor. This didn't diminish her anger, nor did it take away that twinkle of rage in her still clear blue eye. The anger flashed all the fiercer as the man chortled, insisting that she looked even more the part of the castaway. The parts that followed had Taylor bristling even further, scrambling upright, rage making every muscle in her body taut. The urge to succumb to the primal and just outright punch this seedy little man nearly overwhelmed the starlet. She could feel one hand bunching into a fist already, bits of sand squeezed out to land on the ground below. The other moved to pull up as much as she could to cover her chest. Anger had caused her to start heaving, her bosoms almost seeming to follow some illicit paperback's script. You wouldn't dare! she hissed into the silence that came from Prospero's pause. you'd be--- she paused, mostly as he talked over her, acting as if her rage were of no concern to him. The starlet quivered all the more, taking another step toward him. He'd continued, talking oh so smugly about his position, about her performance such as it was, effectively blackmailing her. The blonde stood there, glaring, meeting his gaze with her own. Would she keep her fame? She could sue him for breach of contract, she knew that much. She'd win the lawsuit as well, handily. The man would be completely and utterly ruined. However, much of Taylor's carefully cultivated image would go right down with him. She had little doubt that he'd fulfill his threat. The footage would hit the internet, and recent history had shown there would be no retrieving it, not fully. Taylor had felt begrudging sympathy for her fellow starlets who'd so recently suffered a hack. Their pictures had been saved to harddrives and copied to image hosts and would likely float forever. Footage of Taylor Swift dodging a splatter of semen? She'd be fortunate if TMZ didn't air it on a twenty-four hour loop. You will keep that footage to yourself, she threatened, pointing at him with the hand not covering herself. If that so much as leaks you'll find yourself in jail so fast you'll be wondering what happened. See how much fun getting sprayed with someone's semen is when it's your pudgy face getting the full blast. Taylor then turned, stomping out to the ocean, careful to angle herself in such a way that she wouldn't be heading directly toward the creature. She would clean herself they both apparently wanted that. She bent carefully by the water, looking over at Caliban, watching him wearily. Her hand dipped and she quickly worked to splash at her eye, blinking furiously, wanting to make sure that came first. In actuality all Taylor wanted was to dunk her head underneath the waves and shake it all off until she felt clean again. Something told her that losing sight of her... tormentors for any length of time would be a bad idea. So she was stuck on her knees, hurriedly splashing herself while eyeing Caliban and fighting the urge to shoot more glares at Prospero.
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Taylor didn't care about his calm voice or his not so gentle threats. She could and would ruin him if he kept going. She certainly treated him to another glare as he spoke about he passion with his grandiose teasing voice. that last comment had her rising up, stepping forward, yet again ready to start launching into violence. Rumors had always been flying about her and her relationships. She went through guys too quickly, she fell for them too fast, she just ran through a checklist of popular names. The painful reality of her just being someone who succumbed to her emotions in a few parts of her life seemed not to matter to people. It didn't seem to matter to Prospero, who clearly enjoyed teasing her about it. The image comparison he continued with had Taylor looking over at Caliban. Except the nymphs were attracted to the satyrs on some level, she replied, before giving Prospero another hard glare. She immediately splashed some more water, that desperation to get an eye free higher than nearly anything else. It worked most of her upper body actually ended up soaked. The dirt and sand had been more or less washed away by her efforts, and most of the semen her face and upper chest had been dealt with. The blonde had elected to put off cleaning her hair she didn't want to lower it that long or delay any further. She'd just risen again when she heard Prospero again speaking, demanding. Give up her panties. For some reason, Taylor still felt a small burst of surprise. It didn't live long reason quickly pointed out that this was not the designs of a man who intended to stop halfway. He'd get her naked one way or the other either his creature would rend her garments from her or he'd get her to willingly strip. The invocation of the myth made that all the clearer. Plus, Taylor noted that he hadn't said she had to strip off the outfit in its entirety just the thong. She still had the admittedly very tiny quasi dress. Enough creative sliding and it would be nearly impossible to actually get shots of what lay between her legs. Her height would be something of a detriment, but at the same time, she had a lot of leg to get in the way. It seemed almost too easy, and Taylor had to pause to wonder. There had to be a trick here he had insisted that she shoot nude even as he spoke of just her panties. Fine, you can have the panties. I'm keeping the rest, she said. Taylor reached down, fingers carefully slipping the thong. It took a little wiggling to get them to drop, but she managed to do so without having to bend over all that much. A light kick put them forward onto the sand, while her hands moved to tug the remaining cavegirl outfit down slightly, turning to flash a tight smile toward the doctor as she did. She'd agreed, but she'd also clearly scored a tiny victory here, and she fully intended to celebrate.
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Prospero could not contain an moan of pure ecstasy as he watched Taylor crawl towards him across the sand. Her awkward attempts to preserve her modesty merely aggravated his excitement all the more. As she tried to find a compromise between revealing her sweet small breasts - hanging like soft white cones of cream and streaked with sand - and the perfect curve of her swinging sculpted ass, she revealed more than even the most provocative pornstar. He mumbled an oath to himself in French, almost in disbelief at the splendour of Taylor's display. He held her livid gaze long and longingly. If the ice in her burning blue eyes were real, he reflected, it would freeze the whole island like a glacier. Clearly, she had never known such a fury in her short pleasured life. He breathed in deep, almost as if inhaling the scent of such a pure feeling so obviously rendered. It was all he could do not to have her right there to drop his yellowed trousers and thrust his red, engorged member right into her covergirl face. But restraint and anticipation were everything for him, so Prospero just shifted slightly to ease his erection - quite obvious through his tight trousers, and while hardly the match of Caliban's, still of prodigious size. Good girl, gooood girl, he purred. Yes, be mad. Be angry. Show me how much you hate me. You want to fight, mon belle putain ? You blue-eyed bitch? He was edging backwards slightly, trying to keep her focused forward, paying attention to nothing but him. That pose is quelle naturale for you, yes? It is natural for you to be like this, is it not? Grovelling like an animal, waving your sweet hole to all who can see? While this psychodrama played out on the beach, Caliban poked his head among the long waves of the surf like a frog in a pond. He saw a sight barely a few men - or women - had ever been privileged to see - the slender pink fold of Taylor Swift's pussy, as tender and pink as a budding rose. Equally glorious was his perfect view of her ass as her long thighs worked like pistons, the firm round curves shining as white in the sun as the endless sand. An intoxication of delight shook his whole form like a fit clearly she was presenting, and this was what his master had spoken of that morning. With a guttural groan he released the last of his trained inhibition, and began to move speedily from the sea towards Taylor. Scuttling and racing like a energized crab, his vision closed to a tunnel centered on Taylor's inviting sex and he propelled himself forward with a hoot. Prospero continued his berating of the writhing girl, who was now just a few feet in front of him, his face glowing with exertion and anger. Tell me Miss Swift, what do you want for the cover of this nude portfolio we are producing? Your face as you took Calibans' seed the incredible animal sensuality of your current position or you and Caliban rutting like the primal beasts you are? He glanced quickly at his warped creation as he closed on the crawling Taylor, then back at her. It seems the pastorale is over - it is now time for the furioso !
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

From her unique position, Taylor almost directly faced the bulging part of Prospero's pants. She could see something straining against him, and it didn't exactly take much to determine what likely lay tucked within there. Her stomach churned, the desire to gag welling up so strongly within her that she very nearly gave way to it. His words pushed disgust down, replacing it with anger almost too quickly. Bitch? You need to stop, now, Taylor said, her body trembling with anger. She could feel the tremble causing her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly, and she at least took some solace in the knowledge that their relatively small size meant they wouldn't look like a pair of gelatin cups attached to her chest. Anger also made her lose a bit of that carefully sculpted control. Her legs didn't quite part far enough to look too coquettish, but they certainly showed enough for that tight slit to become just visible from time to time. Said legs sawed with slightly more speed as the anger added to Taylor's motions, making her go closer and closer to him. All she could see and focus upon was the gloating doctor. Each time her hand hit the sand her nails dug within, grit sliding beneath an expensive manicure. She could picture them sliding into his soft flesh, perhaps gouging an eye, perhaps raking across his smirk to draw more lines. That viscous image drove her forward. Between her own rage and Prospero's taunts, Taylor didn't quite pick up on the hoot or the beast moving behind her. You're going to destroy these photos, she said, more of her ordering, commanding tone entering her voice. She thought that her rage didn't hamper this at least, simply giving the words an edge that would've better suited a hard rock singer than pop chanteuse Taylor. I'd also really recommend cutting back on all the insults. I've destroyed people for far less. In fact, you should totally consider just ending this whole charade sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll just have my lawyers take a little of your money instead of your little pet. Which did put the pleasant image of said pet reaming the little man. Taylor smiled at the thought of the gross little monster just humping away, plowing into the smirking man from behind. The image very nearly served to turn Taylor on, though revenge wasn't quite something that would prove that arousing. No, far more exciting for her was that she was getting closer and closer to the fat doctor. Just a little more and maybe she could physically threaten him as well. See if he's quite so smug when he had some sculpted nails pointing at him.
Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Caliban padded across the sand with strides almost long as he was high. His footfall was silent and steady as he raced at Taylor, hands reaching out like hairy little spiders. This was his moment, and for once his unbalanced mind and bestial instincts fell together into a singular focused harmony. His swinging, fleshy lance was as rigid as an iron rod and so engorged it seemed to be visibly throbbing. With the precision of a martial artist or well-disciplined athlete he made a small leap to propel himself upon Taylor, in a move he had employed on numerous women before. His stubby, callused feet landed on the backs of Taylor's knees, pushing them deep into the soft sand and pinning her long bronze legs to the ground. He grabbed the soaking cavegirl skirt around her waist like a pair of reins, wrapping his hands around the strap several times to get a firm grip and to better hold Taylor in place. Emitting some kind of weird sound between a hiss and a gurgle, he angled himself as carefully as a drunk sliding a key in a lock. The glowing bulb of his cock pressed up against Taylor's soft pink pussylips, and for a few moments he savoured the tension. Then, using the full force of his considerable strength, and pulling hard on the skirt strap for leverage, he slowly but forcefully penetrated Taylor's quivering little slit. The soft velvet fold of her sex, lubricated by the sea and her furious excitement, yielded to Caliban's thrust. His member was equally wet but also coated in sand, giving each of his strokes an extremely abrasive effect. Never had he known a woman so tight. Her pussy clamped down on his oversized dick with sheath-like perfection, stretched and moulded by the thing driving hard between her legs. Even his gentler thrusts reached a place she could never had known existed, let alone had been touched there. It was like driving a nail into a piece of firm yet soft wood - her fresh young passage surrendering to each thrust as willingly as it fought back against it. Three, four, five inches...in it went, inexorably, slow enough to make every millimeter count. Six, seven, eight inches...keeping one fist tight on the skirt strap, Caliban leaned back slightly shifting his full weight into his lower back, while reaching his other one around Taylor's elegant waist to begin tickling and rubbing her tiny clit. Nine, ten, eleven...twelve! In to the hilt, Caliban immediately started screwing Taylor with short, hard thrusts like the jabs of a knife. He was like a demented, hairy jockey on the back of a gorgeous golden racehorse, riding her rough and wild. Prospero was in peals of laughter at the sight. He seized Taylor's hair in one pudgy little fist, and drawled How does that feel, you stroppy little bitch? With his free hand he began undoing his belt, and whacked Taylor across the face with a flick of the buckle. Now, you will beg me for my dick, oui ? If you beg to blow me, I will call off Caliban. So plead, plead to suck me!
Thread: Reimagined [SelenaFF and SKbm]

Nate walked backstage. The crowd out near the stage had pretty much dissipated, although there wasn't much of a crowd to begin with. The crowds had gotten smaller and smaller lately, and he had no idea why. He was singing, and that should have been all it took to bring in people. But it wasn't working. He sat down on a bench, setting his guitar down next to him. He ran a hand through his red-brown shoulder length hair. He didn't think this would happen when he signed that record deal. He was supposed to have fame and fortune. Now he was just struggling to get more than a fifty people at his concerts. He knew he was probably going to be dropped. There was no denying that his career was migrating south, with no intention of coming back.