FATAL FIRST DATE

A mature beauty, an office Romeo, a broken body.


Margaret eased herself out of the bath and taking a towel started to gentle
rub herself. The soft cotton caressed her firm tanned skin. She slipped into a
robe and moved towards the bathroom cabinet. Taking a small bottle she opened
it a poured a generous quantity into her hands began to work the oily cream
into her taut thighs. She caressed the fullness of them and allowed her mind
to drift back to her young fitness trainer at the gym. She remembered how this
enthusiastic young man had introduced her to the joys of training and how with
his help had turned a flabby mid forties divorcee into a toned bordering on
muscular woman. A woman who, during this sexy transformation had sowed a
frightening seed in her mind. A seed which had flowered into an evil sick
dream. She was now equipped and ready to fulfill this dream.

Having completed massaging in the body lotion and after applying just a little
light make up she moved gracefully to her bedroom. A quick glance at the clock
showed she had around 30 minutes before her date arrived smiling to herself
she calculated that he would be drawing his last breath about 20 minutes
later. She paused to admire herself in the mirror-fronted wardrobes. Naked her
body looked good she was pleased with to the results of her last year's
programme of training. She flexed in front of the mirror and smiled. Her
feminine arms bulged to show a subtle yet well defined biceps. She had always
had a fuller figure but now her waist nipped in and that highlighted her
broadish shoulders. Her eyes drifted to the lower half of her body as she
crossed her ankles as if crushing something between her thighs. Her hands ran
down the outsides of her now clearly defined thigh muscles she squeezed harder
together, the fullness and hardness of her thighs pleased her. The last few
weeks of intensive training showed. With all this muscle at her command she
would surely fulfill her goal. One last check of her body and she quickly
slipped into her thonged bodyslip. Finally taking a silk wrap around skirt
from the hanger she covered her toned lower limbs. She was now suitable
covered, underneath she was a taut breaking killing machine ready for action.

She moved into the lounge and glanced around the furniture had been arranged
to clear a large area in the centre of the room. Another glance at the clock
ten minutes to go ten minutes until the realization of her sick dream. Her
mind drifted to Brian her date for this evening. Poor Brian, poor two-timing
Brian. If only her ex husbands mistress at the time had been more like her.
She pondered Brian's wife how would she feel when Brian did not return, better
for her in the long run she concluded. She checked the position of the chairs
'the killing field' she smiled to herself. Her pulse quickened as car head
shone through her curtains. Let the games commence

The doorbell chimed and Margaret opened the front door and taking Brian's coat
ushered him into the room. Brian sat uneasily into the chair and smiled at her
'You look as sexy as ever' he complimented

'Thank you' she replied 'No trouble getting out' she paused 'without the wife
knowing'

Brian head moved gentle from side to side as he smiled and winked

'So no one knows you are here' Margaret giggled returned his smile

Again Brian nodded

Perfect just perfect reflected Margaret. Her pulse quickened again the time
was approaching --Don't get scared now--

'A drink?' quizzed Margaret

' Allow me' returned Brian who stood up and turned to the tray of drinks on
the side. Margaret check Brian over one last time, about her height, a good
few pounds heavier but no chance in a fight as her body easily over matched
him muscle for muscle. All mine she smiled, all mine. Margaret loosened her
wrap around skirt and waited. Across the room from her Brian poured two drinks

'Brian' Margaret whispered 'Ice please'

As Brian turned to her she stood up. The silk wrap around fell away. Brains
eyes feasted on her scantily clad mature beauty. She moved towards him. Her
toned physique rippling and pulsing. Brian moved towards her arms outstretched
and prepared to kiss. It never came!

Margaret grabbed his arm and in one fluid motion twisted it and turning into
him flipped him high over her hip - he crashed to the floor heavily with
senses reeling. Quickly she moved in front of him and grabbed him arm roughly
pulled him to his feet and over her hip. Again he crashed with a heavy thud
onto the floor only this time Margaret dived on top of him They rolled around
on the floor while Margaret tried to apply the hold, the hold that would brake
him, choke him, end him.

Brian shocked and frightened could do nothing to stop her full sleek mature
body from sweeping over him like a whirlwind, twisting him, pulling him, and
bending him.

Margaret moved around his body with purpose grabbing limbs twisting them
squeezing them when the opportunity arouse she slammed her hard fist into soft
parts of his body. Brian was hurting more importantly he was weakening, his
time was running out. She felt her deathlock imminent as she chopped her hand
hard into the back of Brains neck. Her legs were almost there now one move
twist and OOOFFFFF grunted Brian as he looked down to see two full shapely
legs locked at the ankles wrapped around his waist, thighs bulging
purposefully. Letting go of any other part of his body Margaret laid back and
grinded her legs harder into him AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEOWW moaned Brian
loudly as the vice like grip tightened. Margaret squeezed her legs hard, the
jolt of power twitched Brians body off the ground. She gloated as various
lighting squeezes from her majestic legs brought an array of pitiful cries
from him

Part 1 of the lock in place now for part 2 though Margaret and pitching
forward she grabbed at his neck with her arm.

Margaret reviewed her hold, her legs were there locked already working their
deadly spell, tightening the air out of his ribs sapping the fight out of him
Sadly her arm had not quite found its target and was locked tightly around
Brains jaw. Whilst the solid biceps was undoubtably hurting even damaging
Brian's neck was her target.

Brian too knew that if he had any chance of living through this, that arm
would have to stay away from his neck at all costs. Dispute the damage being
inflicted on his jawbone by the rock hard muscle.

Margaret knew too that despite all her training if she was to fulfill her sick
dream of total victory she would have to move now before her strength wavered

Rocking Brian's trapped body she maneuvered herself behind him and very slowly
yet very deliberately pulled him back and onto her. Lying on her back she
slowly pulled back lifting Brian onto her, the base of his spine grinding into
her crouch. With one big effort Margaret unleashed a mighty crushing squeeze
from her lower body. Brian despite his survival instinct could not help but
throw his head back as a reaction to the surge of pain as it swept through his
body. The trap was sprung and Margaret's arm slipped under Brian's chin and
her hungry bicep chewed into his soft neck with ease. For Brian life was
fading fast

Margaret paused to check the hold, Perfection, she eased her grip slightly as
she set up her victim for the last time she prepared to savior the burning
sensation of her muscles as they crush the life out of him. One mighty breath
and the power begins she tightens every muscle in her body quickly and with
purpose. Each one bears down on his body they each challenge and overwhelm
their targets. A masculine grunted grates from Margaret's throat as the
sickening sound of muffled crunching bones fill the air. The burning sensation
of her tightly muscled body combined with the luscious sensation of his body
distorting and folding in on itself was mind blowing. This was even better
than she had dared imagine. Her strength far from waning seemed to increase as
his body starts to break for her. Finally almost mercifully an ugly gurgle
bubbled from Brian's blue lips. 'The death rattle' snarled Margaret to herself
'time to go lover' and in one powerful surge she collapsed his chest and
throat. It was over.

Margaret kicks the carcass from off her and springs to her feet. She looked
down at the body below and with a wicked smile bends down she pulling it up
and onto her shoulders. Carefully straightening herself she glanced across to
room to catch her reflection in the mirror. The intense workout had pumped her
body, which glowed and sparkled with sweat. She looked a goddess. Smiling she
pulled down on the body, draping and bending it over her broad shoulders. She
increases the pull, her arms swell with sexy mature power. With a muffled
crack the spine splinted and snaps as if to confirm termination.

'Yes' beamed Margaret ' Total Victory' and smiles as she slammed Brian broken,
twisted dead body down to the floor. Proudly she flexes over him. Another look
to the mirror as she places her foot on his crushed chest. I must try this
again soon she smiles!!! Real soon

Please forward any comments to Sgjc883@aol.com would anyone be interested to
hear of any further deadly adventures of Margaret my sexy mature killer?