Brutalised Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and NaughtyDesires)

[Jack Stalker]

Brutalised Ballerina!​

Tom Stone had been a great dancer in his youth. However, now that he was in his late thirties he had turned to directing and producing theatrical shows rather than participating in them. Unfortunately, as charming and charismatic as he was, there was a dark and brutal side to him. His lust fuelled depravity, when given the opportunity to get his hands on a young ballerina, was legendary amongst those 'in the know'. He was someone who relished giving out verbal abuse hand in hand with a long hard fucking, one which would destroy any a young woman who was unprepared for such attention. However his obsession with other dancers had rapidly faded recently, from the moment he had laid eyes on the shows new star, Natalie Portia. He had known from the moment he saw her that he had to have her. Her young fragile looking frame, sculpted to perfection by her dancing, commanded his attention and made him hard with anticipation. He had raped her with his eyes from her first performance, his gaze never leaving her as she moved about the stage, leaving every man in the audience hard and drooling for her. All he could think about was sinking into her ballerina tight flesh and hearing her moan out an orgasm on his raging cock.

Every performance he got the hardest erections of his life, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his eyes glued to her every move as his need to have her grew. Together with captivated audiences he had watched her dance to riotous applause under his guidance, he was elevating her towards stardom and Without him she would surely slip into obscurity... he would see to that and he made sure that she knew he would. Staying in the spotlight came with a price, the price of having to satisfy his every need and desire when it came to her elegant and graceful flesh. Every day she would have to bare herself to his lustful gaze, give herself to his powerful hands, his eager mouth and his steel hard cock. She would have to bend her body to his will, serve his needs and fuck him whenever and wherever he commanded it. It was a simple devils bargain, give him the sex he craved and he would keep her basking in applause. However, for tonight’s performance of Swan Lake which was playing to a packed out audience as usual, Tom had been delayed, leaving him anxious and eager to get to the theatre and relieve himself of the frustration which was building inside him.

Arriving at the theatre his suited form sprang from his limo and headed in and along towards her dressing room. His lateness meant he had missed his usual 'warm up' with her before the show, so he had only a twenty minute interval to satiate his needs. He had no mercy for her and her tight little holes, not once he was hard and craving the feel of her body engulfing his hard cock. Letting himself into her dressing room he headed to her hospitality table, pouring out some champagne, his eyes never straying far from the door. It was not often that he fucked her ragged during intervals, preferring to ravage her before or after the show, but today had been a long one of annoying meetings and he was eager to feel her ballerina tight body against his own. Besides he had missed the pre show meeting which was normally forced upon her, he wasn't prepared to let that slide, it might set a precedent in her mind.

He listened out for the soft footfalls which would tell him she was on her way back. Finally upon hearing the door open he spoke up, expecting no one but Natalie herself to breeze into the room, two glasses were in his hands and a confident almost arrogant smirk was on his face. "Did you miss me this evening, my dear Portia? I'm afraid I was delayed a little on the way here, still this will be a nice surprise for you, won't it? I'm sure that you missed our usual pre show warm up... I hope the lack of it didn't deny you your usually perfect performance." he spoke in a pleasant tone, but his eyes were all fire and devilish lust. "I've been looking forward to seeing you all day Natalie. Right now, alas, we only have twenty minutes to indulge ourselves before you head back on stage..." The look in his eyes was always one of raging desire when he saw her in one of her 'fuck me' ballerina outfits. Ballerina outfits were skin tight costumes crafted for the singular purpose of making men hard and desperate to fuck their wearer. Tom was no different and there would be no rest for Natalie, until she had been fucked to destruction on the end of his fingers, cock and tongue. In his twisted world dancing was merely a hobby he allowed her to engage in, while being given a break between hard brutal sessions of fucking. He had no doubt that other men came in their pants while watching her cock teasing performances on stage, but he was the one who got to sink into her for real, feeling the raw heat of her flesh engulf him. She was his ballerina to brutalise, while others could only watch her glide about a stage and dream about fucking her. Dream about fucking the hot talented little slut who served his needs in order to stay in the spotlight. "...Do you have any suggestions for how to pass our precious time?" he asked, offering her a glass.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Natalie had been surprised, pleasantly even....that the day of her big performance of the most classic ballet known the mankind, came with a peaceful introduction. Natalie had been able to calm down, dress and do make-up without any word of Tom.

Either the director was busy working the crowd, maybe raising new funding for the ballet...or he simply wasn't here tonight. It wasn't like him to miss a performance, not like him to not speak to his lead girl...not like him to not have his twisted wishes fulfilled in an almost business like interraction between them.

For a second Natalie wondered whether they were done, possibly he'd thought it was enough. He'd taken her so many times, maybe she'd paid what he deemed she needed for her position.

The first half of the preformance went like no other, feeling light and flexible, Natalie enjoyed the eyes and reactions of men and even women in the crowd like every night her body was there for their viewing pleasure.

Grabbing a bottle of water, Natalie went into her private dressing room...only meant for the swan...the top girl in the production. Expecting to catch her breath before diving back on stage for the epic finalé as she saw the director again.

"Mr Stone, I can't say a bit of rest before the show has bothered me in any way. I've been killing it like always. Due to your teaching Sir." Natalie smiled as she took a sip from her water.

"I'm not sure what there is to do, I'm sweaty...need to catch my breath...and like you said Sir, our time is very limited. How about we have a casual chat? Spare some energy for a rewarding finalé...and possible afterparty?" Natalie offered, knowing she could simply say no to this man...but not jumping to be fucked in his merciless ways right now either.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom simply smiled, putting down the offered glass which had been ignored and taking hold of the bottle of water Natalie had in her hand. It hit the floor with a thud as it was discarded, spilling water across the carpet as he moved his hands to her shoulders, spinning her around and shoving her against the wall next to the door she had just walked through. He placed one hand up against the nape of her neck, his fingers easing around to the side of her throat, while his other hand filled the room with the sound of metal teeth slowly stripping apart as he unzipped himself. "There's no rest for you Miss Portia. You know that. You know you always perform better when you have been fucked." he hissed, moving his free hand to her costume, hard rough fingers clawing at her tights, exposing her leotard as they were shredded. Then his fingertips were on her flesh, dragging her costume aside, exposing the slit of her cunt.

He grabbed his cock, filling his hand with the long fat length of hard flesh. The head was almost dripping, glistening already with the juices weeping from the slit of the knob. He stroked it up against her cunt, splaying apart her folds, nudging against the hot wet heat of her snatch as he forced her against the wall. The hand on her neck pinning her in place as he felt the warmth of her cunt wash over the head of his cock as he teased it against her gash. "You want to chat? You want to catch your breath? Which is it Miss Portia? Why don't you tell me while I fuck you, because that's what I want to do... and that's what I get to do, as long as you want to stay in the spotlight, stay in the hearts and minds of your audience." he grunted, pushing forwards and sinking his hard cock into her with a sharp brutal thrust. He could feel her leotard stroke against the side of his shaft as he ploughed it deep into her tight young cunt, gasping and groaning as the entire length was slowly forced into her narrow channel, cramming and stuffing itself into her until he was packed into her slot right up to the balls.

He moved both his hands to her sides, easing them around to squeeze at her tiny hints of tits, before easing down over her stomach and around to her hips. He kicked apart her ankles, then pulled her back, forcing her to bend forwards against the wall as he lifted her feet clear of the floor and pulled back with his hips. Then he drove back into her, sinking his cock slowly into her cunt again, then holding still he began to pull and push her along his length, fucking into her with increasingly hard thrusts, speeding up until he was dragging and sliding her back and forth on his cock, her feet barely scraping the carpet as he hammered thrust after thrust into her. "So... HHHUUNGH!!... You wanted to chat? Fucking chat then, you little slut! What plans did you have for this afterparty then?" he hissed into her ear as his cock laid stroke after stroke into her tight cunny. The feeling was indescribable as always, the perfect fit for his cunt deforming rod as he defiled her at his leisure. "We both know you always do your best work on stage after you've ben fucked. don't we." he groaned, the slapping of his balls against her flesh intensifying as he stopped dragging her back and forth, shoving her against the wall and beginning to assault her cunt with powerful frenzied thrusts.

"You think I'm going to wait? Tom fucking Stone? Your director? Your master? Your owner? Me?" he chuckled. "You know better than that. I almost think you prefer it this way, to be taken, to be violated, to be hard fucked in a feverish frenzy, to be defiled while your oblivious audience wait for another fleeting glimpse of your perfection. You like it, don't you Natalie? You fucking love it, every thrust keeps you on stage, every pounding hammering stroke keeps you in the spotlight." he leaned into suck on her earlobe. "Every orgasm makes you fucking glow, makes the audience want to see even more of you. Imagine of they could see you now. How many would rush to your aid... and how many would just jerk off as they watched you get fucked." he grunted. "You know you aren't getting back on stage until you fucking come."

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Natalie knew what was about to happen as soon as she saw the look in his eyes. Despite her asking, she wouldn't be spared. She'd never be spared, not as long as she wanted this position...which she wasn't intend on giving up.

Tom seemed to want to make sure he spend every second of their time inside of her. Not wasting any time to bring her into position and his cock out. And just like that...one groan and a hissed expression of familiar pain later...he was buried deep inside the swan's body.

At moments like this she silently cursed herself for taking such good care of herself. Tom's rock solid cock always stretched her up to a limit, a limit her body didn't seem to be able to adjust to easily. His taunting was lodt on the ballerina at first, Natalie couldn't help but moan aloud when she was being manhandled...pulled back, bend over...spread...she wasn't always ready or willing to fuck Tom...yet each and every time he controlled her body like this, she felt her excitement rise the more he did it. Today seemed to be such a lucky day, as her juices coated his cock, Tom almost kept Natalie from touching the floor as he pounded into her. Lusty moans and heavy breaths made it hard to answer...as well as think... this wasn't what she had in mind.

"I...I...aargh...I was wondering whether you'd like to have a drink after the show..." Natalie said in a blank. What else would she tell him? He was nearly pounding her into a wall for christ sake. She could barely think.

Her hands seemed to move by thenselves as she grabbed her outfit and slightly moved it out of the way of his cock. She didn't want to interrupt him, her body just granted him the best and easiest acces automatically. To say Tom had trained her over time...would be an understatement. She knew she wouldn't leave this room before she came...but neither would he hold back on his own orgasm...yet, Natalie knew, with Tom a lot can happen 15 minutes!

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom grunted and gasped as he continued to fuck himself into his top ballerina, as he continued to violate her flesh and lay waste to any resistance to his domination of her body. She wanted fame, she wanted money, she wanted to be adored by her audience... and he wanted her tight little cunt sucking on his cock like a hungry virgins mouth during her first face fuck. In and out, back and forth, every time was just like he was rape fucking a tight little teenage virgin, she was so taut, so defined, so delicate but fuckable. he couldn't get enough of her cunt and, even if she wasn't serving under him, even if she wasn't part of this production, eh would have found a way to get inside her and stretch her out. Her flesh was his, her body was his, her soul had been sold and he collected every time he saw her, every time he laid eyes on her his hands followed and his cock was buried in her viciously tight snatch until he was satisfied by her moans, her scream and her sweat.

"Fuuuck." he groaned louder, he could feel his cock sliding into her on a sheen of her own fuck juice. "You're fucking soaking. You must have missed it, missed getting fucked before you went out there. No point denying it you little ballerina slut, your cunt tells the truth. Your hot, wet, soaking cunt tells me all I need to know, all you kneed to know, that you want this, you crave it, you need it just as much as I want to give it to you." he hissed, the slapping of flesh on flesh audible above the groaning strangled gasps which decorated each sentence he spoke, his throbbing cock battering her fragile body like a runaway piston as he indulged himself in her perfectly sculpted body. "I'd like to drag you out there one day, show the audience what they are missing, show then how you fucking come for your director, how filthy and depraved you really are. Fuck, it would only improve our sales in the long run... I'm sure of it." he told her, his fat girth spearing aside her cunt folds and burying itself inside her over and over again.

He saw her shift, move her outfit aside so that it no longer stroked against his shaft as he pounded into her. That as good, it would allow him to fuck her longer, to keep from coming from the relentless pressure and sensation. "A... GAGGHHH... a drink? Sure. We have to talk about the new project anyway. I'm sure that you don't care who gets to be your understudy, we always have a record number or refunds whenever you aren't on stage anyway. People know what they want, know what they like, know what they need. A dancer under my expert guidance to sell the story, to convey the message... to make the men hard and the women wet." he grunted in response. No mercy, no letting up, just the constant pressure of his cock drilling her open as he fucked her harder and faster. It was exhilarating as well as agonising, trying to hold back, trying to make the incredible feeling of hot wet cunt sucking on his cock last longer, as long as possible.

His hands slid around onto her tits, pawing, tugging, yanking until he could hear the tearing that he wanted. He filled his hands with her tiny breasts, squeezing and clawing at her tits. Finger and thumb assaulted her nipples, while his hips pinned her to the wall with each piercing thrust of his cock into her sopping cunny. "Just the two of us at the after party then Natalie? I wouldn't have figured you for wanting to fuck even more... I guess with a break in the show coming up you'll be needing even more attention, to ensure you stay focused and keep your mind on what's important." he hissed into her ear. Each stroke shoved her up the wall, his hands sliding to her wist, her nipples grazing the wall as she was forced up it, before gravity took over to push her back down onto his searing cock. "What are you going to wear for me this evening then Miss Portia. Where would you like me to take you to show you off, or would you prefer me to take you back to my place and fuck you there? I'm in a good mood right now. You get to choose." he groaned, pulling out of her he spun her around, slamming her back against the wall he grabbed at her thighs, lifting her up, spearing his cock into her cunt as he stared into her eyes as he fed its enormous length into her snatch. "How are you planning to spend the night..."