Brutalized Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and Lemon)

[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 any young whore he could lay his hands on, was legendary. He was a 'no holds barred' kind of man and someone who relished giving out verbal abuse hand in hand with a long hard fucking that would destroy many a woman. Despite that attitude 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 to begin with.

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 and demanded his attention. Each night she had danced before him 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 her cock teasing performance for the audience.

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 strayed 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 declared 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 around knowing that it could be no one other than Natalie, 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 dancer’s 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' ballerina 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 or 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.

 

[Lemon]

Delicate fingers held upon the silk ribbons of her ballet slippers, having had unlaced them the moment she had exited off of the stage. She needed to slip her dainty feet into a new pair, for the next act. It was a bit of a hectic scene, whenever there was a costume change needed in between her scenes. However, after so many performances, it was only within a matter of time, that Natalie had come to grow used to the stressful requirements. It was what she had dreamed of doing, ever since she was a small child. Often, those dreams were obscured by a young, fervent imagination, forcing the youth to believe that they could achieve just about anything. However, Natalie had always been different. Even if she had set her sights high, she was stubborn...and determined enough, to actually see such through. Nothing would stop her, ever.

She couldn't even begin to count how many injuries she had obtained through her training. Day in and day out, she breathed dancing...she lived for it, and finally, it was a part of her. Though she was barely out of her teenage years, it was obvious that she was given a natural talent, which she had acutely taken advantage of. Natalie was well-aware of how much she had achieved, but none of it would have been possible if she hadn't been under the overbearing, near-infatuated wing of her teacher. Frank Grant had been the best of the best, once upon a time. She had often felt breathless, after witnessing his work. This man was a prodigy of his own time, and now, he was passing onto her, his ways. Both flattered, and horribly smitten with the promise of becoming the star she had always yearned to be, it was no surprise that their bond was impressively strong.

Almost too strong, some would say. The way he looked to her, was as if he wanted to eat her alive. Natalie had noticed it within the first few weeks of training with him. It was unnerving, yet, strangely arousing. Something about him had managed to slither beneath her porcelain exterior, and wiggle its way straight into her heart. He had her, by the very hand that had often corrected her posture. Frank was a man that got whatever he wanted, and even if she had turned away from his advances time and time again, eventually, he won out. A young girl full of hormones could only take so much, right?

The first time he had touched her, had taken her into a world of debauchery. Never before had she ever experienced something so carnal, and guttural...the raw way he had thoroughly dominated her body. He was practically using her, whenever she was within his reach. Did she mind it? At first, a little...but now, Natalie practically craved his touch. Her outward appearance was something so warm and pure, it was no wonder how she had such a poignant following. Truly a young woman of grace, upstanding morality and endless manners. She carried herself just as she danced, with confidence, and yet accompanied by the humility of a living saint.

Behind closed doors, however, she was the complete opposite. A starving, passionate whore at the hands of her maker, she was everything Frank Grant had hoped she'd be, and so much more. Even now, as she opened up the door to her dressing room, stepping inside to gingerly place her slippers to the floor, the moment she heard that voice...she shivered. Her eyes met his own, and she basked in the presence of the one who practically claimed her as his own, time and time again. He knew her body from the inside out, and while he exerted her energy without hesitation, Natalie always pulled through. She was strong, both mentally and physically.

She smiled, sweet plump lips curling up at the corners as she made her way over towards him. The beautiful lace tutu she currently wore, bouncing with each motion. "Of course I missed you, I was worried you wouldn't make it," she mused timidly, stopping short when they were but a breath away. Her vision was growing red with lust, and her heart was now hammering with the anticipation of having him thoroughly fuck her into oblivion. On a deeper, more meaningful level, she truly did take a liking to him. He was a passionate man, and throughout their time together, she had grown quite genial to his personality. She loved how blunt he was, how credible his words were...as he spoke nothing but the truth. It was a rare quality to have these days, and something Natalie didn't want to go without. "You look very handsome," she cooed up towards him, before she stood on her tippy toes and let her mouth brush against his own. A soft gasp was elicited, before she reached, and tangled her lithe digits within the short dark hairs upon the back of his head. She kissed him, hard and heavy, practically pouring out everything she felt into the action. From the uplifting sensation of performing, to the lustful intention of wanting her teacher to pick her up, and have his way with her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Watching Natalie enter the room caused Franks already impressive cock to swell even further within his pants. Her scantily clad flesh glided towards him as she moved across the floor, his own powerful form towering over hers as she got closer. Frank had never really thought about teaching her to somehow replace him. He was long since finished with the trials of being a dancer, now he was simply interested in slaking his thirst for her young flesh. After a while it became obvious that was impossible, that he would never be satisfied until she was broken and wrecked at his feet, her holes fucked to oblivion and his cock raw from the friction of battering her to destruction. Twenty minutes? He had a feeling that one day he would get so carried away at a time like this that her understudy, some lumbering oaf in comparison, would be dispatched to the stage instead.

"Really?" he said with a little sarcasm behind his words. "Worried? I guess you know that only death would keep me away from your tight, toned and youthful flesh. That no other force could divert me from getting my hands on you and fucking the dirty little whore who hides behind that ask of respectability and manners that you project for your fans. You know that I know the truth about you, that I know exactly what you need to get that hot little cunt of yours wet, your heart thumping and your mind buzzing for your next performance." he growled at her as he ravaged her with his eyes as if the sight of her in her outfit was something he had never witnessed before.

As soon as her lips were against his he felt the fire rage and burn out of control inside him, his lips seared against her own and he felt his lust consume reason and sense as he tossed aside the drinks he was holding, leaving the shattered glass in the corner to be cleaned by others. His hands went to her waist, his body shifting against hers as he slaked his thirst for her with her mouth, his tongue easing out to stroke the line of her lips before forcing its way inside to lay claim to the heat within. He lifted her off her feet and moved with her, using her body to sweep her dressing table free of the odds and ends which decorated it, so that he could place her down there.

"Yes, that's right. I am handsome, and you are a nasty little whore who likes to get herself fucked to rags in her dainty little ballerina outfits aren't you." he grunted, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers clawing and digging into her tutu until it was torn away from her and discarded as easily as the glasses had been. His powerful fingers slid against her body, his palms warm against her skin through the flimsy lace leotard she wore. At the same time his nails scratched at her body as he sank one hand between her thighs, to stroke a finger along the groove of her hot cunt flaps and trace the ridges through the material, just as his other hand swept up her body and over her ribs to grasp her right breast, thumbing and mauling the hard nipple beneath the garment she wore as he shoved her back against the mirror.

"Take it out. I want you to see how fucking hard you've made it Natalie. Get your spit on it so that it doesn't split you in two when I fuck it into your tight young cunt." he demanded. His commanding voice was as direct and straight forward as when he told her, again and again, how to stretch or point or tilt the way he wanted her too in rehearsals. "All those men out there are so fucking hard for you and your tiny body and your tight ballerina cunt, but I'm the one who gets to fuck you and send you back out on stage. I'm the one who gets to fill your cunt, your mouth or your ass with hot spunk and watch as you try and keep from soiling your costume with my seed while you dance." he growled at her with a lust fuelled madness roaming behind his eyes.

"Chances are if half the audience knew what a depraved and nasty little slut you are they'd clamber on stage and fuck you before the interval even came along. I have a feeling that's what makes you dance so well, not my training, or your talent. It's the fact that you get so wet thinking about how you are turning people on when you wear your fuck me ballerina outfit and prance about like a princess, you like to tease them, you like to show them what they can't have, show them what a perfect little fuck toy looks like, then you like to come and get yourself fucked. Do you think they can tell? Do you think they can see in your eyes that you've been backstage getting your dirty young cunt hammered by your director, but your manager and by your master?" he continued, tugging at her leotard until he could wrench at her flimsy outfit enough to slip his fingers past the material and sink two fingers into her tight snatch, bathing them in wet heat as he plunged them into her slit. "Maybe they can even see the scratches, the welts on your ass and the bite marks on your flesh?" he said as he started to fuck her cunt with his fingers and lean in to tease and worry the flesh at her throat, grazing it with his teeth before soothing the marks with his lips and tongue, his rampant angry cock demanding to be released as he started to violate her body.