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

What? No, I'm not trying to-- Taylor sputtered with disbelief, staring from the doctor to his creation. Her eyes were wide, further communicating her utter bewilderment. How precisely had this happened? Why was the doctor allowing it to? Why, for that matter, was Taylor? And she thought she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, one of the photographic devices moving about and catching the action. Surely the doctor couldn't think to actually include this in his photoshoot? Before Taylor could protest, she found herself distracted by her partner. Caliban had pulled at the cloth, yanking it from her hands as easily as if she were a child. The young woman lunged for it for a moment, nearly colliding with the impressive cock in the process. She just managed to pull away at the last moment, instead coming up to hover just of front of the foul, stiff wormy thing. Don't you dare-- she began as he pulled back, not giving her enough time to say or do anything more. Taylor's partially opened lips provided almost too tempting of a target. She felt the seed slide in, hitting the back of her throat with almost ridiculous amounts of accuracy. Within moment she found herself falling backward, gagging and retching. White hot semi-liquid sprayed across her pretty face Taylor could feel more joining its brethren on cheek and chin, even some landing on her nose. One blue eye found itself glued shut as a particularly powerful jet lashed diagonally across it. The gasping starlet's hands went wide for a few seconds, disbelief again her chiefest emotion. She spent some time working to try and get it off, rubbing her hands into the dirt. She had nothing to work with besides that, and it simply wouldn't do for her face. Makeup smeared between dirt and seed, but Taylor still rubbed. She needed a cloth or a towel or something and-- --and she heard the man landing. Taylor whirled, already moving into a semi defensive position. I've had just about enough-- and his hands went down, pulling at the top of her outfit. She felt it literally rip away, the tough fabric not able to withstand the creature's might. It pulled her partially upright as it went, and Taylor gasped at the pain. Her newly opened lips meant a bit more seed, which meant a bit more sputtering, which left her guard lowered for the thing finally pulling free, baring her apple-sized breasts to the air. Stunned, disgusted, irritated, Taylor sat down, hands wiping at her face like a frustrated child. She heard Prospero and looked up at him. You! she said, anger warbling her voice. You can't honestly--this is entirely unacceptable behavior! Her anger was so intense that it literally pinched off words. You can't treat people---can't treat me this is just---I did not sign up for this! she tried to push herself upright, her longs legs seeming troublesome. I demand something to wipe clean with, and we're obviously going to need to reshoot. Any footage that you've taken is to be destroyed, Taylor wiped at her face, still not even able to get an eye open. She felt like screaming and whirled toward the doctor, anger blazing in the one still opened, clear blue eye.