Thread: Brutalised Ballerina (Jack Stalker and Nicoletta)

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 tonights 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 elses. 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.