Brutalised Ballerina (Jack Stalker and Nicoletta)

[Jack Stalker]

Brutalised Ballerina!​

Bryan 'Sinister' Gates 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 early thirties, he had turned to directing and producing stage shows, rather than acting and dancing in them. Not to mention the fact that he had managed to collect an impressive array of tattoo's now which precluded him from dancing across the stage in traditional productions. He had a full sleeve of monsters tattooed on his right arm, performing a form of torture involving surgery on one particular monster. There was another monster scene on his left arm; purple and green flames on both of his wrists; 'Haner' tattooed across his back. He also has a VII tattooed behind his left ear, the number one on his right thumb, 'blue blood' over his left pectoral, 'MARLBORO' tattooed on his knuckles, and a coffin tattooed on the inside of his left middle finger. He also sports a nose ring, which until recently was a stud.

He was a unusually handsome catch that many fansof his style 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.

Bryan 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, Bryan 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 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 around knowing that it could be no one other than 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. I've been waiting to strip you naked, choke your fragile throat and bite your flesh, waiting to spank your ass until it's as red as your lips. Now I have a few minutes to give you some edited highlights of what I am going to do to you when you finish your performance on stage. i wonder where I should start Natalie?" 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 about how wrecked you are going to be when you dance back onto that stage." 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. Bryan 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.

 

[Nicoletta]

Natalie's body ached and dripped with sweat as she danced across the stage, trying her best to remember every move, every single step, while still looking beautiful for the crowd. It was amazing how much her small petite dancer body could take, and not just in dancing terms. Her back arched as she went into a leap, all of her muscles working together to preform a flawless routine, her landing finish signalling an interval for her to go back and take a rest, though it really wouldn't be.

Natalie was extremely small for being twenty, but not compared to dancer standards. Her soft brown hair was pulled back into a neat bun, as always. She never let it down, it always got into her way when dancing. That was something Bryan had taught her early back, plus it made her look 'clean.' The white dress that she was wearing tonight was more low cut than usual, but had feathers on top, exentuating the natural sloping of her shoulders. She always tried to find outfits that flattered her body, as she would always be in clear view of people on stage.

The only thing worse to her than training was what Bryan did to her, during shows, before, after, and whenever he wanted. He was one of the best dancers she had ever met, and the price of him working with her to make her great as well was her body. He fucked her ragged everyday, if not several times a day. He muscular frame and large cock were almost to much for her sometimes, and left her exhausted at practice. Most of the time after they were done, she had an extremely hard time walking for some time, if not at all. It surprised her though when he hadn't shown up to the performance, and she was praying her thanks.

When Natalie saw him as she entered her room her spirits dropped. His words about her, and what he was going to do with her, made her look at the ground in disgust. It wasn't enough that he fucked her so harshly, he had to call her a slut and tell her what he was going to do, in detail, before he did it. She walked over to him, but remained about a foot away, biting softly on her lip.

"Please, this is an important performance, do we have to do this now?" she asked him, leaning against a table. Sweat made her small muscular body glisten under the light of the room as she watched him, waiting intently for his answer. She was already exhausted from the first half of the show, and she wasn't at all sure how she would fare if she had to endure his cock before the second half. "Please?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

Watching Natalie enter the room caused Bryans 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. Bryan was long since finished with the trials of being a dancer, now he was simply interested in slaking his thirst for Natalie's 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. "The most important performance in this building is the one which involves that tight littlebody of yours writhing about on the end of my cock. 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 amask of respectability and manners which she projects for her 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.

He tossed aside the drinks he was holding, leaving the shattered glasses 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 lips with a sudden and powerful kiss, 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.

His powerful fingers slid against her body, his palms warm against her skin through the flimsy dress that 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 dressing table mirror. He fixed a hand about her throat and drew her right hand down to his pants.

"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... you nasty cock teasing little slut." 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 to in rehearsals. "All those men out there are so fucking hard for you, your tiny body and your tight ballerina's 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, your manager and your master?" he continued, tugging at her dress until he could 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 asked with a grin as he squeezed at her throat, easing off to allow her to speak and gasp as was needed.

 

[Nicoletta]

Natalie flinched as she was shoved against the mirror atop the table, her legs now spread due to his arm rubbing her flesh down there. The grip he had on her breasts, and the way he was roughly rubbing her nipple caused a small moan to escape her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved the roughness he had with her. It made her come alive, and sometimes she even begged for more. Other times though, she didn't want him, but did as he commanded anyway, or risked losing him. He was the best teacher she could possibly hope for, and had to keep him happy.

She didn't particularly like it when he used names like 'slut' or 'whore', but the way he commanded her about still made her hot for him. Her hand unzipped her jeans, grabbing his erection and pulling it out of his pants, stroking it slowly. They needed to hurry if she were to get back to the show on time, so Natalie was going to do her best to hurry this along. She began to run her hand up and down his shaft, before pulling her outfit off and staring at him, now completely naked before him. Though he talked to her like she was a slut, she didn't give him the same.

"Here, fuck me, I need to get back," Natalie told him, gasping as her grip on her throat tightened. She sneered as he called himself her master. He was her director, and manager, but she hated the word 'master.' He saw himself high above her, just because she allowed him access to do as he wished with her young, now bruised, body. Welts covered her ass, which of course were covered by tights. An array of bruises covered her ribs from his grasps on her while they fucked, and several bite marks she had made sure to hide. The press would have a field day if they found out she was fucking, no being fucked, by her manager.

"Take what you want," she told him, staring him in the eyes as she spread her legs for him, "I need to hurry." The time had counted down and she was now at fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes to allow him to fuck her ragged, before stumbling back on stage. Natalie tried her best to block out what he was saying to her about her audience, she knew they came for her shows, not to fuck her. It was amazing how he knew exactly what to say. When he said those sorts of things right before he rammed himself into her, it got her fired up to scratch and bite at him as well, and she supposed that was the way he liked it.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Bryan savoured the sound of her moans as he manhandled her body. It was a sound he liked to hear and he knew exactly how to force more moans from between her perfect lips as he abused her flesh and took advantage of her like a bastard without a care in the world. His hands were all over that tight young dancers body of hers, abusing every inch of flesh as though he owned it, which in his twisted mind he did. he had made her with his teachings and she was his, his to fuck, his to torture and his to ravage to rags in the name of pleasure on an altar of fucking.

He hissed as he felt her tiny delicate hand slid against his boiling hot length and drag it outside his pants. The foot long shaft of burning flesh was hungry for mouth, ass or cunt and would not stop pulsing and throbbing until it had been fed to his satisfaction, fed the hot juices of her body and given the chance to fill her holes with his streams of scalding cum. His cock stiffened to its maximum length and reared up between them as she stripped off her ballerina costume, leaving her tight and toned young body naked before him, assaulting his gaze with a vision of beauty and female flesh unparalleled in his history. It was a sight he would never grow tired of, a sight that was burned into his thoughts and emblazoned in his mind as the perfect female form. She was hungered after by many… ravaged by only him.

"I will fuck you, you dirty little cock loving whore. That's the plan, to fuck you hard and then and watch you dance. To watch you dance around with my cum inside you, knowing that as soon as you leave that stage I'm going to fucking destroy you with my fingers cock and tongue, that I'm going to rip you apart for your cock teasing behaviour and pummel your cunny until your screams are etched into my thoughts." he growled lustfully. He watched her spread her legs and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva against her hot cunt as he lined up his cock with her tiny snatch. The head heating pu as he inserted it into the groove of her slot. He kept one hand around her throat, holding her pinned to the mirror as the other trapped her right nipple between finger and thumb and wrenched and tortured the nub as he smirked at her. His cock began to force itself into her cunt as he shifted his body and thrust his hips forwards, stretching her open with his massive cock as he drilled it slowly into her tight young cunt, his eyes fixed on hers as he shivered at the sensation of her hot slit sucking on his manhood.

He mauled her tit, twisting her nub as his cock was driven up into her cunt with a single dedicated thrust. Then he squeezed at her throat until he had to afford her a chance to breathe, using the respite to slap her face, left cheek then right. "You're what I want you little cunt and I will take you." he told her with a grin, starting to fuck himself into her with a increasing pace, slowly getting faster and faster, shoving her hard against the mirror as he pounded stroke after stroke into that vice like fuck tube between her legs. His experience and skill told him just how to fuck her and just when to ease off to ensure that she would not have the mercy of release until he dictated it, perhaps not until the performance on stage was over and done with.

"Wrap your legs around me, slut." he commanded, throttling her as his burning shaft pierced her body over and over again, his free hand slapping her face again before burying itself in her hair, dragging her lips to his as he slaked his thirst for them yet again. He let her breathe and gasp for the air he gave her from his own lungs, as he sealed his lips against hers and loosened his grip on her throat. All the while he maintained his torturous fucking of her narrow cuntal tract... lost in the bliss of the moment and the taste of her flesh. The dressing table rocked under the vicious assault, items tumbling to the floor, the mirror cracking as she was hammered backwards, drilled against the surface with brutal merciless strokes delivered to tease her to the edge and no further...

 

[Nicoletta]

She watched as his spit covered hand began to rub her, and she held her breath, letting it out in a cry of pain as he rammed himself into her tight hole, that was already wet for him. Her nipples were being savagely pinched and grabbed by his fingers, and it brought her closer to him, allowing his hard cock inside of her as far as it would go.

It seemed no matter how many times he ravaged her body, it was never less painful than the time before, if not it was more painful. The fucking got more brutal every time, and caused her cries of ecstasy at the end to be louder. As much as Natalie hated to admit it, she loved every moment of him fucking her, in all three places that he could, and as hard as he could. It made it extremely hard for her to dance, but she supposed that was the prices she had to pay.

Her face turned to right, than the left, as his large hand slapped her cheeks, giving her pale skin a bit of color, though it was slightly hand shaped. "Your so damn vocal," she moaned, wrapped her legs around his torso and pressing her naked body up against his clothed body. That was something that bothered her, how damn vocal he was about her, her body, and what he was going to do to her .She especially disliked the names, but they got her riled up. Despite his hand around her throat she was able to breathe, slightly, but her words and moans came out into a whisper.

A whimper escaped her red lips as she was slapped again, but than pushed them to his in a fiery passion filled kiss. Her tongue entwined with his, and she explored his mouth with her tongue, happy to be kissing him. He truly was an amazing lover, and had an amazing body. If anyone knew the things that they did in private, many girls would be extremely jealous. Despite his being a hard lover, every girl who saw him wanted him.

Natalie glanced over at the clock, and she saw she only had seven minutes. Her mouth pulled from his in an attempt to tell him. "Seven minutes, hurry up," she told him, bringing her lips back to his before he had a chance to answer her. From what she assumed, her statement would be answered with a harsh comment of a slap, neither she wanted, which was why her lips quickly found his again. She moaned, loudly, against his lips as she felt his cock ramming inside of her faster and faster. He knew just where to hit, and just how quickly to go to make her want him, badly.

 

[Jack Stalker]

The reward for her moans and cries as he jammed his cock into her was the stiffening further of the rod of flesh inside her tight young cunt. Each moan which escaped her lips as he violated her innards caused his throbbing member to pulse more rapidly and burn even hotter, its hungry length stretching her insides and spearing deeper into the soaking drenched slot as he slammed his shaft home to the balls in her cock swallowing fuck chamber of a cunny. His hips driving stroke after stroke into her to the hilt, irregular sporadic thrusts splitting her apart and sundering her cunt flaps as he attacked her cunt with a feverish lust, a madness in his eyes as he drove each thrust into her body as if it was his first, as if she were a virgin being broken in for the first time... which in truth was how her tiny tight ballerina's body felt as it was relentlessly impaled on the end of his rampant cock.

"That's right you hot young cunt. I'm vocal, because that's the way you like it, isn't it? You like me telling you what a nasty young whore you are. You like me telling you what a fucking dirty little cock loving slut you are, I know you like it because your body tells me you do when it soaks my cock and floods your cunny." he growled, tugging on her hair, wrenching her head back to expose her throat to his tongue, heated breath washing over the trails his tongue left on her flesh as he licked and bit into her, covering her flesh in bites as he ravaged her fragile frame with the fervour of a maniac.

He sucked on her tongue as it entered her mouth, the level of wild passion was undeniable, his obsessive and possessive nature coming to the fore as he devoured her lips, a savage wild hunger exploding through his body to manifest in every kiss and every tough of his body to hers, blistering hot cock ploughing into her narrow cock sucking fuck channel as he abused and violated her naked body. Holding back from bludgeoning her against the mirror too much and half an eye glancing at the clock to see how much longer he was going to be fucking her... until he realised that he would not stop, that he was fast becoming too wild and too turned on by her cunt right now to do anything except fuck her to destruction. He had to give himself a breather and make sure he kept her simmering, kept her on the edge so that she would soak herself during her performance, so that her hot wet cunt would be on fire during the last part of the show, so that when she finished she would be screaming for release and desperate to have his cock inside her again.

He fisted his fingers in her hair with his left hand, pulling his length out of her and his lips away from hers as he dragged her off the dresser and span her around, shoving her face against the mirror he slapped his cock against her ass cheeks, his spit landed on the crack of her ass and had but a second to lube her tightest, filthiest, hole... before his cockhead was at the entrance to her rectum and forcing the tight hole to split open as he violated her rectal tract in a single wild thrust. His groan loudly echoed in the room as he speared his shaft into her tight anus with a guttural howl of ecstasy. "Seven minutes for me to come, not for you, whore! I want you hungry for it out there, right on the edge, eager to get back here and fuck me properly... eager to... AAUNNNUUHH!!" he grunted again, growling as he looked over to see her time collapse to the three minutes she would need to get dressed. His throbbing shaft drove balls deep into her ass as he held her jammed against the mirror and started to come hard into her tiny anal passage, his boiling cum washing through to her bowels as he erupted inside her, his mad lust satiated for a short while, until the last part of her performance would be completed and he would be able to fuck her properly.

He clawed at her, nails raking down her back from nape to buttocks as he blew his strings of hot spunk deep into her asshole and flooded it with his scalding seed, his body bucking and spasming until his orgasm had emptied into her cum guzzling anal hollow. "Now you dirty whore, get dressed and get back on stage." he growled at her. He reached between her legs from behind, teasing at her clit with his fingers just long enough to add to the torment of being denied any opportunity to come herself. "Make sure that you don't miss a single step, fail a single move or fluff a solitary spin." he commanded in a dominating tone. "Or I'll fuck you all night and never let you come. Now get out there and fucking dance, you slut, dance for your master." he told her finally, leaning in to bite her shoulder as his hand slapped against her ass, leaving a deep red palm print embedded in her flesh as his still spurting cock was pushed out of her tiny anal duct, sending a few rogue strings of sperm across her back.

"Tick, tock." he told her finally. The wild lust fueled madness in his eyes betrayed the insane desire he had to simply rip her apart right now and leave an understudy to dance in her place.