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9.
Now, on top of every thing else, I had taken part in a lesbian orgy. I was certain I hadn't been drunk. Dame Vera and her chum Lady Rachael must have put something in my drink. The detestable part of it all was how thoroughly I had enjoyed the whole evening. My pangs of conscience were fading rapidly. Sex had become my drug of choice and it seemed that my body could care less about the gender of my partners. What still upset and terrified me though, was the sense of helplessness I was feeling. I hated being under Dame Vera's thumb.
Every day that passed saw more of my will dissolved. I felt like a butterfly that had blindly blundered into a web and was now being devoured at the spider's leisure. Only my love of dance, the center of my very being, held my sanity in orbit. With my career held in Dame Vera's hard little fist, I might well come to hate the sight of my pointes. If I was to ever be free, I would have to attach myself to someone beyond her thrall. There was only one person who could save me. Sir Frederick Towne.
I had noticed Sir Frederick studying me more closely. I was certain that Dame Vera was promoting me to him. She had been rehearsing me privately in a very strenuous enchainement . I gathered that it was part of one of the solos from his new work. I also suspected that he was appraising more than my virtuosity on the floor. If only I could arrange to see him alone, perhaps I could seduce him into helping me. The young girl who had arrived here such a short time ago would never have imagined such a scheme. The desperate creature I had become could scarcely remember that girl though. Dame Vera's voice in my ear cut short my thoughts.
"He'll see you in his studio now."
"Who will see me?""
"Don't be dense, Lucinda. When you are with him just be your awe-struck little self. Leave the rest to me." she instructed me.
"Yes. I will." realizing that my prayers might be answered
As we left the floor, it seemed that fifty pairs of eyes followed me into the hall. We stopped before a heavy oak door adorned with a brass plate inscribed 'Sir Frederick Towne'. Dame Vera rapped sharply and entered without waiting for an answer. He was standing with his back to us peering through a pane of smoked glass into the studio we'd just left. I'd heard whispers that our wall of mirrors hid a one-way glass. From now on I would not be so dismissive of anything the other dancers told me. He turned from his study of the floor and smiled at us.
"So Vera, you think our little Lucinda here has what it takes!"
"Yes, I do. Of course, if you've been watching," Vera nodded at the smoked glass, " I'm sure you must agree."
" I agree that she shows promise. You may return to the floor, Vera. I'll send her back to you after we've had our little chat."
" But Freddie, I want to discuss..."
" That will all, thank you, Vera."
He turned back to the secret window, effectively cutting short any discussion. I heard the door close behind Dame Vera. I was thinking that here was my chance when I realized that my mind had gone numb. Not having any experience at the art of seduction, I was at a loss as to how to begin. I was afraid to have him think I was nothing but a common slut.
"Get over here, you little slut!" he suddenly growled at me.
Shocked that he seemed to have read my mind, I stumbled toward him. He pulled me in front of him and now we were both looking out upon the dancers. I saw that Vera was back amongst them, She was correcting the posture of one of the girls but I saw her glance at the mirror behind which we stood.
Sir Frederick bent me forward and I was forced to lean on the glass for support. I felt him unsnap the crotch of my leotard and pull it above my waist. A tugging and a tearing sound let me know that side bands of my panties were being ripped. I felt the cool air of the room between my legs as they were pulled from me.
"Sir Frederick...I…"
"Shut up and stay as you are."
I remained leaning there, against the glass and feeling very strange. With only a transparent plane between myself and the entire company of the royal court ballet, I was naked from the waist down and waiting for its director to fuck me. For the first time I was grateful to Dame Vera. Thanks to her it would probably not be unbearably painful. Sir Frederick was behind me again. I felt a cool liquid pour across my bottom. One of his hands pushed its way under my clothing to toy with my nipples while the other slid into my back crease. Oil! I clenched as a slick finger pushed its way into my anus. Sudden alarm replaced any hope of a painless experience.
"The day you arrived, Vera knew I had just left for a meeting with the trustees. What she didn't know was that I had forgotten my notes and returned."
As he spoke, he began to twist my poor nipples, while a second finger forced it way into my rectum. I could not restrain a groan as I felt myself being stretched.
"I was standing right here while you undressed and folded your clothes so neatly. I must say your audition was most memorable. I was still standing here when Vera used your face as a cuntrag after she was done with you. I knew then that this moment would come. That I would be standing right here again with my cock buried in your narrow little arse."
"Oh please Sir Frederick. I am sure if you let me I can please you in nicer ways."
"I dare say you would try, little Lucy, but the fact is that I find nothing else is as nice as this. Do you see all those boys and girls out there? Every one of them, including Vera when she was younger, has had Freddie's magic wand up their bums. It's rather like an initiation."
With no further warning he plunged into me. God, it hurt! With my scream still echoing in my ears, my other nipple was captured. He used them to pull me to him as he sawed in and out of my abused bumhole. Whereas, like it or not, I had been pushed to pleasure by Vera's molestation, this was a pure and horrid ordeal. The cure I had sought was turning out to be ten times worse than the complaint. In and out, each thrust burning into my bowels while my nipples felt as if they were being torn from my chest. My sobs and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears and I felt myself growing faint from the pain.
"Are you ready, girl?"
I couldn't answer; I was too busy wishing that I could just die.
"I said, are you ready for Freddie?" he repeated punctuating the question with an even harder and more painful thrust.
"YES, YES, I'M READY FOR FREDDIE!" I shouted desperately.
"Good!" he grunted, "Because here comes Uncle Freddie's swim team!"
I heard an animal like growl and the old bastard finally came. I remained absolutely motionless in my joy that it was over. Only when the thing within me at last shrank away and withdrew was I again glad to be alive.
When I dared look over my shoulder, I saw him doing up his fly. He noticed my look and motioned at the door with his head. I was being dismissed without so much as a thank you. I feared that instead of shedding my albatross, I had only collected another. The sound of his voice halted me at the door.
"Don't Worry about Vera any longer. Uncle Freddie will look after you from now on. In fact when you return send her to me."
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