Thread: Brutalised Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and faye)

Natalie wasn't as absorbed in the dance as she usually was. While every step was set, every motion flawless, her mind was distracted. The young woman was obsessed with dancing. There was nothing more important than the dance. Her entire life was revolving around it. Her eating habits, her sleeping habits... everything she did was designed to make her a better dancer, a grand dancer. At age 21, Natalie had finally reached the top. Her entire life ever since her third birthday had been dedicated to her career. Friendships, partying, the usual bullshit 16year olds did... it had never happened in Natalie's life. She loved dancing with a fierce intensity. The dance was her lover, her family, her friends. She had been accepted at a high class dancing school when she had turned only 16, had graduated with 19 and now, only two years later, she was dancing the main part of Swan Lake at a prestigious theatre. All she had ever dreamed off had come true. Besides this one... thing. Natalie didn't know how or when it had started exactly. She was'nt sure when Henry Carter's eyes had stopped watching her with the professional distance of a director. Oh. She had been very aware of his gazes. He had stared at her for months, his eyes had raped her during every rehearsal. In the beginning she had been blissfully unaware, had thought his attention was just the attention of a coach. She had felt flattered. Had doubled her efforts during practises, just to make him - the single most important person in the life of a dancer - satisfied with her performances. How naive she had been! Natalie spun around, pirouette, jump, arabesque.... five, six, seven eight. Her nubile, fit body never missing a beat. Not even a single drip of sweat was forming on her brows, as she effortlessly seemed to float across the stage. Oh. She had realised that he was flirting with her. She had even felt flattered. But he was so... old. Almost 40. And an affair with your director could only cause distress. Natalie had pretended she didn't realize his advances on her for months. Until that one night. She had been late after practise, most others had left the house already. He had been standing in the door. The images flickered up vividly, causing Natalie's face to flush. One, two, three, four, battement, changement e capriole. A gasp vibrated from Natalie's lips. There had been no escape. Madness had shimmered within his eyes. He had told her she would be a Star. His Star. His hands around her wrists. He had forced her up against the wall, not bothering to take care of any foreplay. Just her nubile body, slammed against the cold stone, his cock splitting her apart, as he had fucked her relentlessly that day. She had cried the entire time. He had hurt her so bad. And she had cum so hard, over and over and over again, until she had passed out from the intensity of it all. Ever since he had known no restraints. It had only been a few weeks, and yet she had gotten used to his insatiable desires. In a state of constant fear of him taking advantage over her again and again and again, she had enjoyed the most exquisite sexual passions with him, leaving the young woman in a state of constant distress. He hurt her. Fucked her. Brutalized her constantly. And despite the humiliation of it, the pain of his enormous size forcing itself into the most intimate passages of her, despite her being bruised and battered and barely able to walk at times, her treacherous little body reacted with intense, painfully intense lust. And today he had not been waiting for her in her dressing room. Natalie was worried and relieved at the same time. Maybe he had grown tired of her? Maybe her short time at the top of a dancer's career was over already? If he had lost his interest... her mind couldn't quite wrap around the concept at the moment. Relief and anxiety mingling within her body, as she mechanically went through the motions of Swan Lake. At the first interval she made her way back to her dressing room, in desperate need for some quiet time, to sort out her reeling thoughts. When she opened the door she was greeted by Henry's voice. By his smirk. Relief and frustration starting to scream inside of her head. I... i was worried! she said, her voice barely a gasp. She closed the distance to him, swallowing hard when her eyes flickered to his erection. He had only done this to her once or twice before, and the rest of the show had been an ordeal. And yet Natalie knew that there was no escape for her, that he would have his way with her. Right here. Right now. 20 Minutes. An eternity if you were at his mercy. Natalie took the glass from him, taking a sip. We don't have the time... she said, her voice hushed. Oh god, please, I have to be back on stage in 19 minutes... and... you... i... you... she stammered, trying to avoid answering his question if she had any suggestions. Natalie was clad in the virginal white feathers of the swan before her transformation into the dark goddess of sensuality and despair. He'd ruin her tights again... he had done so before. With elegant motions she stepped towards him, her body confined in the costume, her breasts accentuated, the feathers hugging the toned, slender, athletic curves of her. Instead of an answer she folded to her knees between his legs, her face flushed crimson, when she rubbed her cheek against his erection. 18 minutes.... she whispered, the countdown inside her head driving her insane. He knew she couldn't tell him to fuck her. He knew she couldn't get out those dirty words. His own talking made her blush crimson whenever he called her words.