Fatal marital issue By Sgjc883@aol.com A mature beauty, a disgusting father, a broken body Margaret gripped the steering wheel of her car tighter and another furious surge of rage angered her body. How could he have done it, How? Why? His own sweet daughter, her own flesh and blood. Her stomach sickened as she hears again in her mind Allison's tearful account of those hideous nights, when she was forced to be 'Daddies little pussy'. Margaret smashes her fists onto the rim He will pay the ultimate price tonight. She will take her male destruction to new barbaric sickening heights. She looks through the windscreen and over to the heavy wooden front door. She imagines her ex Roy inside. He'll mostly likely be sipping a well-earned gin and tonic about now, unwinding after another hard day in the city. 'Enjoy it Roy' Margaret snarls to herself because it's going to be the last bit of indulgence your detestable little life will be enjoying. She closes her eyes, so many despicable options to end him. She knew she must exercise control though, or her lethal body would crush him as soon as look at him and deprive her of so much grisly pleasure. 'Oh no Roy' she confirms to herself ' You will feel pain like no other, grotesque brutal mind numbing suffering.and I will enjoy every vengeful minute of it, a need to annihilate came over her, macabre warmth starts to pump her body. Her frightening planning for Roy is stopped as the heavy wooden front door pulls open. Out steps a figure followed by him. The figure turns to kiss him and then heads down the front path. Roy ducks back into the house and closes the door behind him. Margaret focuses in on the body walking down the front path. 'My you're a sweet little thing' comments Margaret to herself as the girl reaching the pavement turns and heads towards her parked car. Her short jet-black hair tucked up inside a bright baseball cap. She is wearing a copped top that hangs loosely just exposing her boyish flat stomach. Her figure jaunty, like her walk. She struts happily along the road. Judging by her footwear and the rolled down heavy white cotton socks she must be heading for the gym. As she moves closer Margaret discreetly studies her. Her features young and fresh her body lithe and youthful. She passes by Margaret's parked car. Margaret adjusts the rear view mirror in order to watch her sexy little rump wiggle down the road. 'Oohh' coos Margaret 'You are a little honey aren't you.don't you be too long now 'cause when I've finished bending and buckling your man I'm going to need a little light relief and you'll do nicely'. Margaret strokes her firm thighs 'Oh yes I could have some fun with you and these'. Margaret watches the mirror until the bright young thing is well out of sight. Her attention returns to the front door 'Alone now darling' Margaret breaths to herself 'Now you're mine all mine' inside she pictures poor Roy and what she's going to do to him. She reaches across to the passenger seat and grabs her black jacket. She climbs out of the car and turns to lock the door. She carefully smoothes down the hemline of her black Lycra dress. It finishes a discreet couple of inches above her round knees. It hugs her sexy contours perfectly. The vest style top of the dress displaying her heavy toned shoulders and upper arms beautifully. Margaret slips her jacket over her, sliding her vascular forearms through the silk lined sleeves. She grips the lapels and adjusts the jacket until it falls immaculately along her athletic lines. She reaches into the pockets and checks that her small black leather gloves are there. Once happy she pushes them back into the pocket and starts to stride confidently towards the house. She passes through the gate and walks up the path to the front door. The house used to be full of fond memories. Even after Roy divorced her for a younger model she had felt no real long-term animosity towards him. But things were different now, very different, now she was here to annihilate him, and she was well equipped to do it. She reached the door and rang the bell. Roy opens the door and a look of surprise jumps onto his face as their eyes meet. 'Margaret' he says eyes wide with surprise 'what er.how er.. Oh come in come in' he stammers and gestures her into the hallway. Margaret eases past him with a warmish smile. 'Go in...Go in' he adds as her directs her to the large lounge. 'Drink?' he offers 'No thanks' Margaret replies curtly and fixes him with a cold stare. In all the years they had spent as a couple Margaret had always viewed Roy as the dominant one. After all he was big in the city, a very successful businessman, ruthless and efficient. Now since divorce and her subsequent body transformation she was the one that felt superior. Her physical power gave her confidence. However you viewed it life came down to a jungle and when the chips are down only the strongest survive. She smiled inwardly Roy's survival chances looked pretty bleak. She sensed Roy's unease at her powerful presence as he fidgeted uncomfortably 'Don't mind if I do' he replied nervously and turned to the tray of drinks. 'Not at all, if fact make it a large one you're going to need it' Retorted Margaret 'I've been having a little heart to heart with your daughter.daddies little pussy?' Roy freezes on the spot his back to Margaret. After a brief pause he replies hesitantly 'What..what do you mean?' His actions speak volumes he's riddled with guilt. Margaret reaches into her pockets and carefully and deliberately starts to ease the tight leather gloves over her hard knuckles. She had hoped that there might have been some exaggeration on Allison's part. Roy's reactions implied this was far from the case. Roy still with his back to Margaret had started to gather his wits about him. He returned to pouring himself a generous drink. Margaret started to roll her head gently from side to side. She was preparing for action. He looked up and stared at the wall still not facing Margaret and almost smugly replied 'Who's going to believes such rubbish?..we keep this our little secret' 'Oh don't worry Roy' sneers Margaret as she takes off her jacket 'The two of us can sort this out now once and for all' Roy turns to see Margaret close the lounge door turning the key in the lock. She turns to face him a violent evil glint in her eye. For the first time Roy can appreciate the full muscular development of his ex wife. Although not a small man he suddenly feels very inferior as the solid amazon moves slowly towards him. He marvels at the width and definition of her strong upper body. He feels fear the like of which he has never felt before. Margaret moves in on him confidently. Roy babbles with dread 'Wait..wait now' he raises his arms in submission 'lets be reasonable' Margaret moves closer her physical presence over bearing him 'You mean like you were to our little daughter' growls Margaret Before he can reply Margaret pounces grabbing him behind his neck and easily tosses him clear across the room onto the sofa. Before he can recover her hard fist connects flush with his jaw with a crunch sending him sprawling along the cushions. Quickly Margaret moves on him and grabbing his hair pulls his dazed head precariously over the arm of the sofa his face to the ceiling eyes rolling wildly in his head. With clinical efficiency Margaret moves briskly to his prone body and strides over his dangling head locking it up in her potent upper legs, her thick cable like inner thighs tightening into the sides of his neck with impressive force. Roy squeals are cut short as her chock-full muscle grinds into his defenseless jugular area, the black lycra fabric of her dress riding seductively up her legs exposing more of her full majestic golden tanned hamstrings. 'How's that darling?' Margaret chides and grits her teeth to strain more effort into those awesome legs. Roy scrabbles frantically at her sexy columns of torture trying vainly to price them apart. Margaret rocks up onto alternate toes brutal jiggling his trapped head. Roy strangulated protests ring around the room. 'That's it darling beg me..beg me not to crush you to death' Margaret arches back and looks down over her shoulder down at Roy's plight. Her mouth snarling with effort as another incredible clamp of crushing force brings his neck to crushing point, his eyes fluttering on the verge of consciousness. In that chilling moment he knew that this magnificently bodied women could and would end him. 'Oh yes darling' she gnarled through gritted teeth 'your mine...All mine' Margaret cruelly holds her bone breaking pressure not allowing Roy to slip into peaceful unconsciousness. Turn back she notices his bulging crouch. Reaching forward with both hands she grips his trousers either side of his bulge. And with the ease of opening a packet of chips rips apart the material. His impressively swollen member bursts out. 'My my' teases Margaret 'and here was little old me thinking I was hurting you not exciting you' Roy instinctive reaches out to cover his exposed flesh. Another clamp from Margaret legs quickly draws his hands back to her taut thighs. Margaret's gloved hands go to work, pumping him. She loosens her grip slightly on his neck. The relief of the crush plus her working hands quickly brings Roy to an orgasmic peak. Margaret pumped harder, he is on the verge of a creamy explosion. With one hand she grips the base of his stalk tightly. Roy's moans increase in volume, she grips harder 'Not yet darling...Not yet' Margaret gentle commands, her iron grip just holding back his eruption. Careful she wraps her second gloved hand around the upper portion of his now throbbing cock, Roy starts to buck on the sofa desperate to release his load. Suddenly and without warning Margaret clenches back down on his neck with a ferocious jolt from her Amazonian legs, at the same time she twists her gripping hands in opposite direction. 'Hear it comes darling' hisses Margaret 'deal with it' Her thighs gnaw into his windpipe nullifying any screams. The white burn of pain rips through Roy's body as she literally wrings his swollen cock. She feels the cartilage and gristle rip and tear as she mangles him, finishing by bending it over and back on its self. It discolours quickly as blood vessels are rendered useless. Roy tries to lunge wildly but Margaret's powerful hold subdues him. Before he comes to term with the hideous pain she releases his ruined tool and both hands feels for his balls deep within his scrotal sack. She rolls between her thumb and forefingers and with a sneer crushes them to nothing. Roy spasms rigid with the searing pain before drooping limply back onto the sofa. Margaret weakens her deadly thigh grip and allows Roy to sob freely at the pain. Margaret relaxes her hands and straightens up to admire the results of her toil. A depraved grin spreads across her face as she studies his mutilated manhood. She begins to feel moist, her body starting to crave satisfaction. Margaret leans forward again and gets a firm hold of his trouser leg material, as she grips down again on his neck with her abundant thighs. With great care she bends her knees whilst pulling Roys limp body towards her. With graceful power she pulls Roy clear from the sofa and up and into a lethal piledriver hold, finishing with him inverted in her grip, her thick arms crushing him tight to her. With his head still trapped between her upper legs she walks slowly away from the end of the sofa and into the middle of the room. With great poise and balance she hold his weakly struggling body vertical disorientating him rushing the blood to his inverted brain. She looks back and behind her, his head clearly exposed between her crushing leg grip. With a triumphant shout Margaret jumps into air and in landing drives him head first into the hard wooden floor with a dull wet crack. Roy's body concertinas on impact driving the full force of Margaret's imposing wrestling move through his head with disturbing results. Now sitting on the floor still with his now badly damaged head locked tight in her grip Margaret pushes his body away to fall to the floor away from her. Quickly she flips over onto him to sit victoriously on his chest. With frighten ease she traps his arms under her knees, her inner thighs crushing into the sides of his chest. She sits back and watches his head lull around his brain trying to come to terms with its trauma. She works the tight leather of her gloves over her tight fists and with clinical accuracy starts to pulverize them into Roy's dazed face. Each powerful blow wreaking havoc to his mouth. First his lips discolour then puff and swell before repeated pummeling splits them spreading blood everywhere. The destruction of his mouth excites Margaret, she increases the speed and power of each rapid blow. Roy trapped and helpless can merely absorb the punishment in his disintegrating feature. Broken teeth, spit and blood fly everywhere as her strikes rock his head again and again. Satisfied with the damage inflicted Margaret stops. Roys face has taken on a strange persona from the nose up his features are untouched below that however a butchered mess. She rocks back and bounces hard on his stomach. The rush of air pumps through his smashed mew forcing blood and tooth fragments to bubble out. Margaret forces open his jaw and roughly digs her gloved hand into the blooded hole that was once his mouth and pulls out any remaining lumps of front teeth. Roy barely alive rocks his head trying to plead for mercy. Margaret squats onto her feet and the stands dominantly over him. She peels the sticky mess covered gloves from her fists and rests her hands on her broad hips. Looking down on him with a menacing state Margaret announces 'Is daddy ready for some pussy now?' Roy barely alive sickly shakes his head fearful of what's to come 'No?' challenges Margaret 'well mummy is..mummy wants it bad' and with that she pulls the stretched Lycra dress over her hips exposing her full majestic legs, her pants damp. She hooks her thumbs inside the elastic and rolls them down her powerful legs, stepping out of them she tosses them away. With a deep husky giggle she drops back down onto Roys head. Immediately she starts to rub her mound into Roys damaged face. The warm slimy feel of his damage is exotic to her now wet crouch. She works down on him harder and harder, faster and faster. The tingling builds rapidly deep inside her. Without stopping she slides the straps of the dress from her shoulders and heaves her full heavy firm breasts from the confines of the tight garment. With an excited moan she softly pinches her proud erect nipples and rolls them between her fingers. She's building up now, her pussy working harder and harder into his face, she feels his nose crack and crumble under her brutish rubbing. Roy gags helpless as she starts heavy lubrication, her juice almost acid to his damaged face. She burrows down harder on his head forcing herself deeper into Roy's broken mouth. 'Cccoooome on. come on ..yes..yes..yyyeessssss she encourages herself. The mixture of her juice and his spilled blood massaging into her highly aroused womanhood. The throbbing builds inside her. The crunching and dislocating of Roy's jaw audible over her erotic ranting excites her further. She can feel his raw damaged gums against her. She works her G- spot into him. 'Ooohhh yeeesss' she hisses 'suck me suck me' Margaret's getting there now the tingling makes way for a savage animal burning. She feels his tongue penetrate deep inside her, she was going to cum now, cum heavy. Her carnal furnace was ready to explode. She tries to hold back but too late..Too late 'Eat me.eat me you bastard!!' she gasps Suddenly her mind explodes with a myriad of sensations, every cell of her body ignites with erotic sensuality. Her head back, mouth hanging arrogantly open she rides it, fighting every jerk, every jolt of intense pleasure. She'd worked mercilessly for this and she was going to milk every drop out of it. 'yyyyyyeeeeeeessssssss' she screams triumphantly and releases her orgasim, it's momentous. juice floods through her as her body locks rigid then spasms uncontrollable. Her pussy drenched mashes into Roy's disfigured face. 'Yeeeessssssssss' she pants, tailing off to a throaty whisper Exhausted she flops forward onto all fours. Margaret groans short sharp grunts as the last remnants of cum pump from her body, she was done. Margaret holds there, recovering savoring every twitch. Then slowly sits back, she peels her pussy off of poor Roy's face any undamaged features prior to her bloodied masturbation were now just an unearthly mess. She looked down at her mound streaked and smeared with blood and cum. She runs her hand through its warm stickiness, she was fully satisfied. 'Thanks darling' she whispers down to the disfigured face that was once her ex husband 'that was perfect..just perfect' 'But' she continues 'that was just for me, now I've got to do some thing for Allison' Margaret climbs to her feet and arches her back stretching her powerful frame. She looks down at Roy's smashed face then along to his mangled manhood. She rolls her mighty shoulders again. Margaret leans down and grabs Roy's arm, she pulls him to the sitting position. Bending lower she rolls him up and across her expansive shoulders and with a muscular grunt pulls herself upright, Roy draped around her neck. His legs and arms flapping and dangling loosely down. She steadies herself and jogs Roy's prostrate body over her. With continuos shrugs she rolls him over so that he now faces the ceiling. One final flick centres him across her. She reaches up with her arm and grabbing through his legs grips down on one of his thighs. Her other arm goes under his armpit and over his throat. She steadies herself 'Bye bye darling.Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did' Margaret starts to pulls down. Above her head she hears Roy's weak attempts at a plea for mercy, his damaged mouth unable to shape the words. Margaret pulls down harder ligaments and cartilage start to crackle under the immense bending pressure. His arms and legs wave pitifully and she bends his body more and more. She enjoys the feel of his helpless spine against her neck slowly surrendering to her power. She drags down harder and harder. 'Yyyeeeessssss !' she growls as the delicious burning strain builds in her arms and shoulders as his body bends to its maximum resistance. All too quickly his body is there at that all to brief instant, that glorious moment, the breaking point when his body offers its utmost opposition to her power. It's that point that excites like nothing else, it's Roy against Margaret, muscle against muscle, to the end. She paused to take one last feel of his penultimate tension then 'CRACK' His spine disintegrates around her. Roy makes on last pitiful cry as his limbs twitch as nerve cords severe, his death dance. Finally after enduring such a ferocious sadistic battering his body slumps lifeless, it's over. Margaret boosts him high over her head. Once again she congratulates herself 'Another Total Victory' another testament to the power of this sexy mature yet lethally mighty woman. She drops Roy rag-doll like body onto the floor with a satisfied smile. She looks up to notice a large freestanding mirror on the other side of the room. She walks over to it and admires the reflection. Her taut vigorous well-built body hardly covered by her black dress. She flexes powerfully her muscles swell impressively. She stops to gentle coax her full heavy breasts back inside her tight dress running the thin back straps back over her spacious shoulders. Then pulls the hemline down over her messy pussy and hard pumped thighs. She studies the more reputable reflection. The phone rings out. With a click the answer phone cuts in 'Roy?. Its Shelly, I'm stopping to have a drink with the girls down at the gym.. See you later' the message closes with a loud kiss. 'Shame' shrugs Margaret looking at the phone 'could have done with a little play with something as sweet as you honey' She looks back over at Roys mutilated torso 'Argh well' she chuckles with a laugh to herself 'Can't have everything' Please forward any comments to Sgjc883@aol.com Watch out for Margaret's next deadly encounter FATAL TENNIS MATCH - coming soon!!