Thread: Brutalised Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and Malicious Lullaby)

Brutalised Ballerina! Henry Carter 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 participating in them. Overall 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 given the opportuunity to get his hands on a tight young ballerina, 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, one which would destroy many a young woman. Despite that attitude he found he still attracted more than his fair share of fans of hard and brutal 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. His obsession with others had slowly faded and over the past few months he had seen no one, alomst totally focused on her flesh and hers alone, all others forced out of is thought as he contemplated what he could do to her tight toned body as soon as the chance was his. Henry did not care why she had initially ignored his advances, maybe she had a boyfriend, maybe she was really into girls, maybe she was just playing hard to get, maybe she lay in bed at night with one hand abusing a bullet hard nipple while the other writhed about her clit and cunny, his name on her lips in a strangled orgasmic gasp? 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 by her dancing, 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 a perfect dancer without a single flaw, she was perfect for fucking. Under his guidance and management he was elevating her towards stardom and would keep her up there. Of course it came with the price of her having to satisfy his every need for as long as her body could take it, every day she wanted to stay in the spotlight she had to bare herself to his merciless eye raping gaze and his powerful hands. For tonights performance of Swan Lake, which was playing to a packed out audience as usual, Henry 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 relieve 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 elses. Her door would soon be surrounded by bouquets and gifts from those who appreciated her work, with constant promotions affording her the opportunity to continue in the production. His lateness meant that he had missed his usual warm up with her before the show, so 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... except that this timeshe would have his hot cum inside her to keep her warm and focused on her dance, or to remind her what awaited her when she had finished. Exhausted as she might be there was 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. Henry let himself into Natalie's 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 before or 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 viciously narrow quim. 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 a break. Well... a 'sort' of break anyway, if a break could be denoted by being fucked hard and brutal up against a wall or bent over her make up table and watching his face as he filled her tiny cunnt with his huge cock. Hearing the door open he spoke up, expecting that it could be no one other than Natalie herself, two glasses were in his hands and a smirk was on his face. Did you miss me? I'm afraid I was delayed a little on the way here this evening, still this will be a nice surprise for you won't it you little slut? he said with a serious look replacing his smirk. All day long I've been looking forward to fucking you, 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. Come here. 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. Henry 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 engage in, while she was being given a break between harder and more brutal sessions of fucking, as he became more and more enraptured by her body and her soul.