Thread: Brutalized Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and 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.