FATAL LAST DANCE
By Sgjc883@aol.com
A mature beauty, an expectant lover, a broken body.


Margaret carefully runs the brush along her exquisitely manicured nail,
painting more of the rich red varnish, before cautiously replacing it back in
the bottle. She spreads her fingers out in front of her and blows gently over
them. Happy the varnish had dried she brings both hands together, and
congratulates herself on a perfect job. She looks into the mirror and smiles
at the admirable reflection. As usual her make-up was minimal but enhanced her
handsome features perfectly. Her slightly strong squarish jawline giving that
noble confident look. Picking up a brush she mindfully flicks at her
highlighted hair. She smiles broadly, bright even white teeth set of the
glorious mediterainian tan perfectly. This was the last night of her holiday,
it had been perfect. On the whole very restful. Her mind then drifted back to
last week and Carlos. His body had yet to be found. Thankfully no one had been
particularly surprised by his disappearance. Margaret smiled to herself, only
she knew the real truth. In the mirror she reflects on that awesome image of
her dressed only in a brief white thong Carlos lying limp over her shoulder.
The thought of his luscious destruction floods over her. She recaps on the
other brutal killings she had performed. With the exception of Carlos each had
been planed, all of them had deserved to die. That they died slowly and as
brutally as possible just added to Margaret's immense enjoyment. What would it
feel like however to kill in coldblood?, to just select a victim there and
then isolate him and break him. After all she was, without a shadow of a
doubt, a most lethal predator. She stops her pondering and flexes her bare
shoulders and arms. The rigid, hard muscle responds by showing majestically
through her taut skin. She was in perfectly well equipped to deal painful
death. She returns to the thought of a casual kill. To kill just because she
could.almost for fun. The idea excited her. She'd select a total innocent,
sweet caring soul, tonight...and destroy him. A warm lascivious glow spread
through her powerful body as she shut her eyes and pictured his painful death.
She looked at her watch, the evening would be well underway downstairs. She
licks her full lips as she imagines the banquet of suitable victims, at the
moment enjoying their holiday. For one his time is almost up. She moans
delicately as the heat builds up in her moistening crouch.

She stands and stepping back, she stops to admire the image of pure unbridled
raw sex and awesome lethal power in the mirror. Her naked body is tight and
honed with dense, compact muscle. It wraps itself lovingly around her. Even
relaxed there is a high degree of definition to her arms and legs. Margaret
quickly slips into a tight long white evening dress. The thin straps enhance
the vigorous width of her shoulders. It hugs her, displaying her athletic
figure. One side is split to the thigh, subtly exposing one of her strong
well-defined legs. As a finishing touch she steps up and into a shining pair
of stiletto shoes, which brings out the full lethal shape of her hard calves.
She growls playfully to the mirror. She was ready, and with a self-assured
turn heads to hunt down her hapless prey.

The nightclub is compact a dimly light. Margaret sits at a small table with
her daughter sipping her drink. Her daughter chats about this and that.
Allison feels a little insignificant sitting next to her goddess like Mother.
Margaret sits elegantly cross-legged, her dress falling away to expose the
full splendor of her toned legs. She scans the room with a careful chilling
gaze, mentally selecting and then disregarding potential playthings. She is
drawn to another small table where three middle age men sit chatting quietly.
She had noticed them a few times during the holiday. They had kept themselves
to themselves, a right little lonely-hearts club group she thinks to herself.
Margaret starts to plan, no one would miss one of them surely, well apart from
one another. She examines - that could be a problem.. Could do all three. The
sudden thought of all three trapped with her, being crushed, twisted
destroyed.. And the begging, all three pleading with her for their pitiful
lives. She studies them again more purposefully, they all look weak. She
pictures a neck under each of her powerful arms, the last one trapped in her
legs. Working all three, bringing them to that ultimate breaking point and
then in one glorious moment that ultimate concerto of death rattles and
breaking bones ..she snaps out of her erotic dream aware that she is arousing
her carnal lusting. She slips her wine as she regains her self-control. She
reasons to herself that three would be greedy. It would also take a bit more
planning. Maybe at could be a pleasant evening's entertainment back at home in
her cottage. Her thoughts return to tonight, which one will it be. She fixes a
discrete stare at the oblivious table. She licks her lips, and wonders.which
one of you will I end tonight?

The evening rolls on, Margaret has monitored them discreetly through out the
night. She has watched their numerous failed attempts to attract female
companionship. She has planned that sooner or later one will be left on his
own, isolated, vulnerable. When that happens she will move in, separate him
from the others, seduce him, dominate him and finally with salacious relish
destroy him. She strokes her hands over her thighs and arms pleased that they
will soon be in murderous action. She sips her wine again, the wondrous hurt
of desire starts to excite her powerful body. She strokes her thighs again
'soon babies..very soon'. This deadly amazon was primed ready for the kill.

Her excitement heightens as one of them leaves the table. One of the two
remaining picks up his empty glass and gestures it to the other. With a
confirming nod of the head he collects the other two glasses and heads for the
bar. Margaret seizes the opportunity and swiftly and elegantly glides over to
their table. She stops and smiles down on the remain man and offers her hand

'Dance?' she enquiries with a sexy purr.

Initially taken aback the man springs to his feet. Margaret takes his hand and
turning away with a wicked grin leads him onto the dance floor. She weaves her
way through the crowded floor before stopping on the far side near the open
veranda doors. Turning she draws him in close and their bodies sway to the
music. Almost cheek to cheek they move to the tempo of the music. He starts to
burbles in her ear but Margaret's not listening. She's gazing intently through
the dancing couples. Through the crowd she can see his table the other two
have now returned. They casually scan around the room looking for their
friend. Margaret blows gently as her lust to build. The first part of the
operation had been successful her victim had been selected and she had
isolated him. She feels his hands move further around behind her, gently
caressing her athletic bare back. He is taken aback by the firmness and
tautness of her skin. Margaret maneuvers him closer to the open doors. She
looks up and checks that they are inconspicuous amongst the other couples. The
trap is almost ready to be sprung. She moves her hand up behind her own back
and entwines her fingers around his. Slowly and purposefully she draws their
locked hands down from her own back. She scans around again checking they're
not being watched. In one swift forceful move she flicks his wrist hard
twisting his arm up behind his back. At the same time her other hand whips up
and grabs his throat, her steely fingers gripping hard into his Adam's apple.
A strangled yelp and gag creep from his lips. With ominous force Margaret
manhandles him easily through the doors and out on to the veranda. Once
outside she wrestles his head under her potent arm clamping her substantial
bicep into the side of his neck, his pained face forced into her firm full
breast smothering his weak protesting mouth. She glanced back into the
nightclub, no one appeared to have noticed the abduction. Margaret pumped her
muscle hard into his neck forcing another inaudible cry of protest from him.
She looked down menacingly at him. And with an evil innocents whispers 'You're
mine now'. Margaret walks his protesting stumbling body away from the building
towards quiet little cloistered arbor. Her primitive lusting excited her tight
body she had destruction on her mind.

Once in the secluded safety of the arbor she pulls his trapped head up in
front of her still locking him in her fearsome stranglehold. She brings up her
other arm and using both arms secures an immaculate jiu-jitsu neck lock. Her
poor victim can merely gasp as her powerful arms bite into his neck, his jaw
line compressed by her power, his eyes wide in pain and fear. His hands claw
feebly at her iron neck grip trying vainly to reduce the lethal crush on his
gullet. With frightening strength Margaret uses this deadly grip to force him
to his knees. He's barely conscious now her grip having taken it's frightening
toil. In this weakened state Margaret relaxes one arm from the neck lock and
reaches down her dress. Sensuously she starts to draw up the silky material.
Her full calves appear through the side slit then her round knees. Her victim,
aware of the imminent damage these shapely muscular legs will do paws weakly
at her choking arm. Margaret gathers in more and more of the dress exposing
her thick hard thighs. Finally she hoists the dress over her hips and with an
expectant sigh straddles his back, clamping her vigorous upper legs around him
with rib-bending power crushing the air from him with a wheezy gasp. Margaret
grinds her now moist crouch into his back rubbing it trying to release the
burning desire, which is building up inside her. Quiet little cracks and snaps
fill the night air as her relentless legs dig harder into his sides. Margaret
works her now wet pussy deeper into his tortured back. She now releases her
stranglehold allowing his head to flop down, spittley blood ouzes from his
gagging mouth. Margaret's mouth spreads into a broad malicious grin as she
pictures the damage being inflicted to his internal organs. His lungs on the
verge of collapse unable to muster even the weakest plead for mercy. Margaret
grinds harder into him pumping more blood out through his flopping head. She
grabs his shoulders to steady herself as she pulverizes his rib cage, mashing
it with inhumane force. She moans orgasmicly to each cracking rib, each bob of
his slumped head, each wretch of blood and sputum that gags from his mouth on
to the grass.

'Time to break you now baby' she moans wantonly 'break you bad'

Cupping one hand under and around his chin she pulls up and back on his jaw
twisting his face towards her. She adds to the torsion on his neck by pushing
down hard on the back of his head with her other hand. Slowly she twists his
face towards her spreading and distorting his pained features. The ugly
gruesome image of his head being forced towards her heightens her craving for
his destruction. She bucks her pelvis hard into his back milking her throbbing
pussy. Through gritted teeth she snarls at him. Delighting in the resistance
of his neck on her hard-working arms. Relentlessly she rotates his head with
her upper body whilst her thighs constrict his torso, crushing it. Blood and
gore flow more freely out of his gnarled mouth as more damaged in sustained by
his crumbling body. She works her scalding mound severely into his body trying
to release the building pressure inside her. Her breathing now reduced to
sharp heavy pants, her whole body now inflamed by his impending gruesome
demise.

Suddenly Margaret is forced to stop her grizzly masturbation, from the other
side of the surrounding bushes she can her voices. Angrily she peers through,
two young lovers are walking towards the arbor giggling. She seethes silently
to herself teetering on the edge of a major orgasm, unable to release her
pain, unable to break him, end him. She holds him there, his body just
deliciously poised on the verge of a gory disintegration. Her pumped muscles
just aching to finish the job her pussy just burning to release its heavy load
of love juice over his failing body. She silently grinds her teeth trying ease
herself but the urge is primeval, base, unstoppable. She looks down on her
fading victim she sees in his eyes the life force is draining away, its got to
be now, it needs to be now!

She turns back to the lovers knowing she may be discovered but unable to stop
her slaughter. She stares intently at them as they embrace. With a cruel slow
twitch of her upper body she snaps his head further round severing skull from
spine with a muffled wet rip. She feels the sudden lose of tension in his neck
followed by the uncoordinated jolting from dying body. Then a mighty flooding
orgasm crashes through Margaret's body. Wave after wave of luscious pleasure
pulses every fibre of her body. She throws her head back as violent spasms
jolt her muscular frame. She gasps silently trying to suck air into her
burning lungs. Still wave after wave of unbridled sweet pain blast into her,
tensing every sinew every muscle. She feels his lifeless torso crush between
her legs as the tension peaks. Finally, mercifully, it terminates with a heavy
wet explosion between her legs. She was done.

She looks back at the couple, they are blissfully unaware of her victims
hideous execution. She looks down between her quivering legs, beads of sweat
glisten in the moonlight as they weave down her fully charged muscular thighs.
Between them his dead body hangs crushed lifeless flopping limply to her
occasional unwinding twitch. Slowly Margaret's senses calm and return from
their lofty journey. She licks her lips her mouth dry from the sheer
exhaustion of her carnal actions. With a quiet but heavy sigh Margaret
releases his body from her grip slowly allowing it to slump silently to the
floor. A now soft warm glow touches every part of her body as she baths in
full glory of his end. Now back to normality she steps away and smoothes her
evening gown down over her magnificent legs. She checks the dress of any blood
or damage. Once satisfied, she runs her fingers through her hair to give it
that sexy ruffled look. With a final satisfied look at his mangled body she
turns and heads back to the building. She walks calmly past the two lovers

'Lovely evening' she comments

They smile and nod in agreement.

She walks up to the veranda doors and looking back to the arbor lets out a
sexy little indulgent giggle, she feels so refreshed.

Inside she walks past his table. His two friends still sit chatting. She
listens in on their conversation - they are thinking he's got off with
someone, envious of his good luck. She laughs to herself if only they could
see his misshapen mutilated body outside lying dead in the grass, if they
could have felt the unbelievable pain she subjected him too, Lucky? You're the
lucky ones she smiles to herself, it could have been anyone of you. She moves
on already starting to feel horny reliving his ugly end.

Back at her table her daughter Allison sits with an equally young girl, they
chat excitedly. They both look up as Margaret approaches

'Your back' smiles Allison giving her mother a knowing look 'bet you've been
up to no good'

If only you knew thinks Margaret

'This is Jade' Allison continues 'She came over to see you'

'I love your dress' compliments Jade

'and your figure is just fantastic' she continues a slight hint of desire in
her voice.

Margaret looks down on at both the young fresh-faced girls. She can feel their
urge for her, to worship her to indulge her. She smiles back and gentle tenses
her shoulders and arms defining the muscle around them. Both girls look
lustfully at her goddess like figure

'Thank you' smiles Margaret watching carefully as both girls inadvertently
move their hands to their now smoldering crotches. Their short skirts exposing
their fresh clean thighs

Oh yes grins Margaret as she beckons both girls to their feet

'Shall we.??'

Both girls stand and melt softly into her protective hug, their young bodies
ready willing and keen to please.

'Oh yes' Margaret gloats as she gathers their sweetness to her. This will be
the sensual end to a perfect evening.

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