Brutalised Ballerina (Jack Stalker and blue_allurement)

[Jack Stalker]

Brutalised Ballerina!​

Frank Grant had been a great dancer in his youth, but he knew that knowing when to quit was a strength, not a weakness. That was why now, that he was in his late thirties, he had turned to directing and producing stage shows rather than acting in them. He was a handsome catch that many women would have fallen over themselves to get a hold of, unfortunately as charming and charismatic as he was there was a dark and brutal side to him. His lust fuelled and almost manic depravity when fucking was legendary, he was no holds barred and someone who relished giving out verbal abuse hand in hand with a long hard fucking that would destroy many a woman. Despite that he found he still attracted more than his fair share of fans of hard fucking, yet the one woman he had set his sights on, the young dancer barely into her twenties, Natalie Portia, had ignored his advances.

Frank did not care why she had done so, maybe she had a boyfriend, maybe she was really into girls, maybe she was just playing hard to get? Whatever the reason he had known from the moment he set eyes on her that he had to have her. Her tight young flesh which had been sculpted to perfection, called out to him. Each night she had danced he had experienced the hardest erections of his life, his foot long cunt destroying cock had pulsed and flared and his eyes had been glued to her every move. Along with captivated audiences he had watched her dance and knew that while she may not have been perfect right then and there, she was perfect for fucking. Under his guidance and management he would make her a star and keep her there. Of course that would come with the price of having to satisfy his every need for as long as her body could take it.

For tonight’s performance of Swan Lake, which was playing to a packed out audience, Frank had unfortunately been delayed. The traffic had intervened and his limo had been diverted, leaving him anxious and eager to get to the theatre and relief himself of the stress and frustration which was building inside him. He had slipped into a smart grey suit for the occasion and was eagerly relishing the opportunity to savour the feel of Natalie's cunt again, something he never grew tired of. With enough expensive accessories to bankrupt a small nation he arrived at the theatre and sprang from the vehicle, heading in through the stage door to her dressing room, secluded a good distance from anyone else’s. Her door would soon be surrounded by bouquets and gifts from those who appreciated her work, spilling out from inside. At least if he had his way, with constant promotion and affording her the opportunity to continue in the production.

Since he had missed his warm up with her before the show he would have to use the first twenty minute interval to satiate his needs before allowing her back on stage to continue.

He let himself into her dressing room and headed to her hospitality table, pouring two glasses of champagne and helping himself to some of the sweets left lying about. His eyes never straying far from the door. It was not often that he fucked her ragged during intervals, preferring to ravage her after the show, but today had been a long one of meetings and rehearsals and he was eager to feel her ever tight ballerina body gripping his monstrous cock and hearing the sounds she made as he drilled himself into her tight young cunt. He slipped off his jacket and started to undo the cuffs and collar of his silk shirt, listening out for the soft footfalls which would tell him she was on her way back. The clock on the wall declaring that the interval was upon them and she was off set and on break. Well... a sort of break anyway.

Hearing the door open he turned to look at her, two glasses in hand and a smirk on his face. "Did you miss me? I'm afraid I was delayed a little, still this will be a nice surprise for you won't it you little slut." he said with a serious look replacing his smirk. "I've been looking forward to stretching out those tight young holes of yours all fucking day Natalie, right now I have twenty minutes to indulge myself in your flesh... wherever will I start? Do you have any suggestions?" he asked, letting his eyes travel up and down her small frame and perfectly toned dancers body. "Now, come over here and feast on my lips while you think over my demands." he commanded her. The size of his steel hard erection was easily visible as it snaked down his pants and strained at the fabric. The look on his face and in his eyes was the same as it always was when he managed to get a glimpse of her in one of her fuck me outfits, it was the look of a man consumed with a feverish and wild lust, someone who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, who he wanted. Frank was obsessed with Natalie's flesh and there would be no rest for, ever, until she had been fucked to destruction on the end of his fingers, cock and tongue. Dancing was merely something he allowed her to do to take a break between harder and more brutal sessions of fucking as he became more and more enraptured by her body and her soul.

 

[blue_allurement]

Natalie lived for this moment. Every spotlight, every gaze was focused directly on her. It was her solo, the coup de grace of the show's first act that would leave the audience wanting more. And, God, did she make them want it more. Her body seemed to flow in the bright fluorescents that rained down upon her body, making her seem almost angelic due to the little feathers that adorned her white outfit. With every perfectly executed jeté, the large skirt swished as if there was an imaginary breeze manipulating it. Each pirouette en dedans was done flawlessly on time, both legs mimicking one another in unison as she drew one from the back to the front and repeated it with the other. There was a reason they paid to see Natalie dance, and this was it. It was the paragon of ballet; precision with elements of spontaneity.

The music was reaching the crescendo as the audience watched, some holding their breath in anticipation and Natalie continued her impeccable display. Every muscle in her body was working at their finest; those at the very front could likely see the taut muscles in her skinny back flexing with every spin or technique she did. She knew she had them when all she could hear was the music. It was when they were cheering or clapping before the end where it was clear she didn't do a good enough job to keep them in anticipation. The music was coming to it's highest point now though and there was only maybe ten more seconds left…five…Timed without a hitch, she transitioned from what she was doing into the end. A relevé where she rose on both feet to the tip of her toes, spreading her arms like wings as the curtains came crashing down. And all was silent.

Letting out a deep sigh of relief, she heard the crowd begin to applaud as she got down from the tips of her ballet slippers and gave a thumbs up to her fellow cast members, signaling they were free. They all congregated around her, giving each other high-fives, hugs, all that jazz. After all it took them all, not just Natalie, to make this vision come to life and their grueling practice was finally paying off. Not to mention that this was their first time without Grant leading them, without him yelling at them.

Frank Grant. The name made her cringe a bit as one of the male dancers pointed out that this was the first time they weren't being told off after the end of the first act. It was true; he never had hesitated before to call out every single minuscule mistake that happened on stage, especially Natalie's being the main character. He was a genius but with that came a temper and verbal abuse that was unmatched in the business. Not to mention, she was sleeping with him. No…that implied sleep. In fact, she had never stayed over and always had to take a cab ride home whenever he called her to come over late at night. No, the proper word for what they were doing, what he was doing, was more primal than that. Fucking.

The worst part was that Natalie wasn't interested in the guy at all. He was older than her by almost a decade, his personality was like venom from the first time she had auditioned for a part in Swan Lake and he wasn't the best looking guy around despite what he thought. Yet, Frank Grant had what she wanted most and, in his words, her fame came with a price. She was only 22 at the time when he had locked the door to his office after months of pushing her to the limits of her dancing abilities. A choice: Either allow him whatever he wanted from her, a free access pass to her body, or to pack her bags and leave. Call it young naivety but it didn't seem like much then. Months later, here she was dreading every moment she literally had to spend with the guy atop of her.

She was regretting the decision as she entered the door of her personal dressing room though. Natalie actually was feeling good about the night so far, holding a bouquet sent from one of her potential boyfriends that was watching in the audience. He was sweet. The man that sat in front of her, the one who made her jump and almost drop the flowers, was far from it. "I…I didn't realize you were coming for the second half," was her best line she could come up with as Grant sat there with that smirk. Oh, that smirk, how it made her both angry and fearful. They had been doing this long enough for her to realize what he wanted. His eyeing of her in the white outfit, complete with white tights and ballet slippers didn't help either. Even when he mentioned how he had been looking forward to defiling her was met with only a gaze down at the flowers. They had about 30 minutes total for halftime and he wasn't going to let her go that easy.

"Can't we…?" Natalie was trying to think of something to say as she refused to meet his eyes, anything that would delay the inevitable. It had been almost full week since he had demanded anything of her; whatever he wanted to do would definitely make the final act harder to do with the extra sores. She placed the bouquet down on the table next to her makeup and turned her eyes back to gaze at him. It felt like being prey to a Lion on the prowl. "I mean, we have all night right Grant? And half time would really be pushing it…" Yeah, he wasn't going to care. She could tell from his lecherous smirk what his answer to that was already going to be. Yet she tried again, ignoring his demand to come kiss him. Hoping. "Please Grant?" She nervously drummed her fingers against the make-up table, keeping the gaze locked on his. Maybe some confident, like she had on stage, couldn't hurt.