Fatal e-mail message
by Sgjc883@aol.com
A mature beauty, an Internet geek, a broken body.


Margaret scrapped the spoon around her bowl one last time as she collected the
remnants for her cereal She slides the chair back and heads of the kitchen.
She flips open the door to the dishwasher and stacks the plate inside. She
closes the door and collects the milk cartoon from the table. Opening the
fridge she slips the cartoon into its slot in the door, she glances at the
bottle of champagne lying on the self. She runs her hand over the cold glass.
Her beautiful manicured nails gentle skate over the foil. In her mind she
tastes its sweet dry flavor and licks her lips. This will taste so good later
today. Chilled, ready to join in the celebrations. To help reflect on a
further six months of work, sweat and frightening lethal preparation. Closing
the door Margaret elegantly glides to the bedroom. She silk rode flowing as
she sweeps barefooted into the room and stops facing her full-length mirror.
She loosens the belt of the robe and with a hunch allows the silky material to
slide over her firm skin to the floor.

She studies the mirror carefully. Facing her is a taut muscular body. Tanned
and toned. Even in a relaxed pose there is quite a clearly defined muscular
outline, broad, wide capped with a balled outer shoulders. Sloping quite
dramatically in to a taut almost tiny crimped waist before spreading
impressively into two full thighs, tapering into quite long elegant legs.
Punctuated by full muscular calves. The reflection sent a warm glow through
her body. She rocked her head from side to side gentle flicking her short dark
soft permed hair; with a long sexy sigh she flexed her biceps and pumps them
full. They swelled magnificently to the size of full grapefruits. Like a
passionate sculptor she glided her hands over her 'masterpieces'. What damage
they would do later today. She lovingly kissed each one of her 'babies' a
final approving look and she eases the door open.

Carefully she collects the new items of clothes from the hangers. Checking all
the price tags are removed, she dresses quickly.

She slides the door back and a broad smile breaks over her handsome face.
Facing her is a schoolgirl. Crisp white tailored shirt, striped tie with a
huge knot just able to reach her firm pert breast tucked into a very short
pleated blue skirt. It flared to accommodate her full athletic thighs. The
thick blue material of her dark tights was stretched thinly over their
fullness and clung to every muscle like a second skin. The white over knee
socks completed the picture. She had deliberately gone for the real young girl
look. The perverted Mr. Henderson was expecting to meet a schoolgirl, a
schoolgirl he will meet she thought. A wicked smile played over her lips, this
schoolgirl however was to play a quite different game than he expected. With
quite different and for him permanent results. She shuddered with sick morbid
thoughts for the forthcoming scenario. She would savior every moment. With a
giggle she slipped into charactor. Turning away from the mirror she glanced
back over her shoulder and cocked her hip at the mirror and with a cheeky wink
flashed her firm rump at the reflection.

The drive to the woods was filled with memories of her first taste of this
deadly pastime. She had broken poor Brian's body only six short months ago.
She thought at the time that would have quenched her thirst for such
bloodlust. Sadly it was not the case, in fact quite the opposite. His
sickening demise had only gone to fuel her lusting. She had used it to
intensify her training to, build a more lethal, more powerful body. She wanted
to be in a position to prolong her victims suffering, to savior every
delicious minute of their plight. To have that much control over them to
administer pain and suffering the like of which no man should ever suffer and
then brutally even sadistically end them. Her mouth watered at what she had
planned for Mr. Henderson. That rather sad old man that had responded to her
diligent search over the Internet. After a number of lighthearted messages
between them 'lets meet' he finally sent to her thinking her to be the
sweetest young thing. Lets meet so that I can photograph you; photograph you
in the woods away from everything. Oh yes Mr. Henderson they were meeting
alright meeting away from everyone not for privacy however oh no just so no
one would hear your blood curdling screams as her sexy powerful body ripped
you limb from limb. A wave of sick, yet sweet sadistic pleasure waved over her
as she pulled into the secluded wooded car park. She selected a good
vantagepoint and parked her car carefully. She collected the long coat from
the passenger seat and in one fluid move climbs out of the car and slipped the
coat over the deadly schoolgirl kit. Reaching into the pockets she pulled out
two thin black gloves and slowly pulled them over her beautifully painted and
manicured nails. She balled her smallish feminine hand into a tight knuckle
fist and gentle rubbed the soft leather over her fist. She was ready.

As if on cue a shinny black van pulled into the car park. Mr. Henderson
welcome to the party she smiled and using the woods for cover slowly creeped
towards the van. She paused as the van door opened. A huge wave of
appreciative expectation swelled inside her as a slight oldish man stepped
out. Although smartly yet casually dressed it was clear he fitted her profile
of the sick old pervert she'd thought him to be. Around his neck was his
valued camera Ready to capture sweet innocents. Margaret mused instead Mr.
Henderson it will capture you're grisly demise. His weak appearance fueled
Margaret's lustings with her powerful physique there was no chance of his
survival she would be able to relax and enjoy every minute of the ugly torture
she was about to play out on him. The door of his van shut as he sat back
inside waiting, interrupted her savoring. Let the games commence and Margaret
slipped her coat from her broad shoulders and sprinted to the back of his van.
Slowly and carefully she glided along the side of his van. She paused behind
the driver's door to take two big quiet gulps of air. Her gloved hand reaches
forward and hovers over the door handle.

With one lighting move she flings open the door and reaching inside grabs the
thin arm of her shocked victim. With a heave she easily pulls him from the
drivers seat through the open door building up momentum she spins him 180
degrees around her powerfully body before driving him into the rear panels of
his van. His body splats painfully into the bodywork. Still holding his thin
arm she spins him around a feels a tingle in her spine as her following fist
connects hard with his jaw spinning him further along the van in a spray of
siliva and blood. With a lightening quick shuffle Margaret hammers a second
hard punch into his face before he can fall. His body spinning and stumbling
along the length of his van before collapsing unconciously in a heap at the
rear doors. Margaret strides purposefully to the crumpled heap and grabbing
his collar drags his sleeping form back past the open door before dumping him
at the front of the vehicle. She steps back and looks inside grabbing his
digital camera. She studies it carefully. Yes this will record the forthcoming
events nicely. Her sadistic musings are interrupted by a feeble cough and
sputtering from the front of the van. Placing the camera on the shinny bonnet
she strides to the front of the van and in her sweetest schoolgirl voice
announces ' bet I'm not what you expected Mr. Henderson.' She stands
imposingly over him allowing him to take in the full might of her imposing
athletic figure so sweetly dressed. Before his scrabbled brain can assess the
plight he is in he's roughly pulled to his feet by Margaret's powerful arms
and thrust back first into his van. With one gloved hand placed firmly on his
throat she bends him painfully back and starts to pummel him with her small
fist. She switches hands to spread the damage around his face as her mature
sexy powerful shoulders; bulging biceps and tight-gloved fist work in unison
to literally tenderize his now messy face. By the time he passes out again
limply on the bonnet his face has been reduced to a bloody pulpy mess. He
slides formlessly to the floor whilst Margaret studies her blood-splattered
blouse. With a snarl she rips it from her pumped upper body. A tight sports
bra matching the colour of her short pleated skirt holds her full heaving
breasts tightly to her wide tapered chest. She pauses briefly to admire her
cruel powerful reflection in the windscreen before returning to the savaged
Mr. Henderson.

She kicks him firmly with her white socked shin " Wake up old man'' she
giggles in her best sweet tone ' Wake up and wank for me, wank for this cute
little girl'

'Or ' She enquiries ' do you want to play some more' her voice tails off as
she adopts a frighteningly powerful pose clearly displaying the might at her
disposal. Again her reflection in the windscreen pleases her.

Groggily Henderson fumbles at these trousers before grabbing his limp penis.
It's hardly suprising there is no sexual response to Margaret. She stands over
him although partly clad in a school uniform her form is one of a mature
powerhouse. Her face taut and fixed not soft and innocent. He rubs furiously
at his limp member but no reaction.

'Well if you can't do that one thing for little old me' breaths Margaret '
I'll guess I'll just have to break you' the thought meets with her approval as
she hauls the battered man to his feet trousers round his ankles.

In one swift well-trained movement Margaret grabs his wanking hand and twists
it loosely behind his back whilst her other arm scoops around his thin neck
bicep rests lightly but firmly on his helpless throat. Slowly she pushes his
trapped hand up between his shoulder blades. Her bulging bicep tightening on
his throat restricting his cries of pain to gentle whispers. Slowly and
painfully his hand slides higher up his back. Muscle and tendons rip as they
are stretched beyond their limit. Her strangling arm suppressing any scream to
a whisper.

' Deal with the pain Henderson ' she calmly sooths into his ear as his arm
snaps and stretches above his head in a quite harrowing plight. To inflict
such damage to a man was so beautiful. There was almost an upset sigh from
Margaret as the pain and lack of air slips Henderson into another forced
sleep. As he drops to the floor his good arm becomes trapped in the firm upper
thighs of Margaret's body. She holds him there. Waiting for life to return to
him. Regretfully it does.

Before he can cope with the existing pain of his wrecked arm Margaret's heavy
muscular thighes chew into his weak bicep. This time she allows his
high-pitched screams to echo around as those brutish muscles mangle any
remaining use out of his upper arm. A well aim chop to the back of his head
sends him back to a painless sleep.

Margaret turns to the camera and setting it up on the bonnet pushes the timer
exposure button. Reaching down she pulls the partially broken sleeping man and
allows the camera to capture various snaps of his mangled features whilst
holding him and framing him with her muscular poses his wreaked face set
against her firm hard arms. She glowed feeling proud of her handy work. Then
whilst holding his hair SHE flings him dismissively down.

-Now the power play- she smiles and she hauls his sleeping body up onto her
shoulders and body slams him into the dusty car park. She repeats the painful
process over and over again. Smashing his body hard down watching it bounce
with power the easy at which she can lift and deliver his body to the floor
pleases her. She finally reasons that the end is nigh for him. There's no
fight now this is a delicious slaughter that needed to be closed with a
suitable painful and sickening end for her plaything.

In one final fitting gesture she lifts him on to her shoulders only this time
with a tremendious surge of power boasts him high over her head. She holds him
there watching his broken arms hang limply down from his sides. She pauses to
check her reflection in the shinny paintwork and windscreen of the van.
Although distorted by the contours the shape is unmistakable. Powerful mature
woman with partially broken man held aloft. It looked breathtaking, the camera
clicked again and Margaret hoped it would have captured the scene. As if on
cue the pause of the beating seemed to allow Mr. Henderson to come to.
Margaret was please he would be able to appreciate the flight from high above
her head and smiled as his damaged body came crashing to the floor in a
crumpled heap. He moaned weakly too damaged to live for much longer. Margaret
know that if she wished to feast of a suitable grizzly end for him she would
have to it now before nature causes took their toil!

She dropped gentle down to him and looked over his badly damaged body. Almost
caringly she cradled his badly damaged head in her muscular arm whilst she
surveyed his distorted torso with sick pride. She slipped her other arm under
his right leg bring it up between his still legs. With caring whispers she
slowly massaged his limp exposed cock in her gloved hand. Amazingly despite
the savage beating he had endured he started to rise. Clutched to her firm
breasts and with his broken nose filled with the sent of her subtle perfume
the erection grew. Margaret grinned and whispered softly. ' Would you like
that lovely cocked sucked' Lamely Henderson nodded agreement as his body
started to fail.

'Very well' she smiled and releasing his now erect cock she gathers his legs
together and linking her hands together started to fold him in half. She feels
her mighty shoulders pump, her biceps swell and burn as she bends his damaged
body together. Each slow inch they moved closer together another part of his
body buckles and fails. Her mighty strength bears into him Damaged ribs split
and cracked as the immense pressure of the folding crush bore down on them. A
sick wheezy gasp is forced from his crushing body. Its close now feels
Margaret as her biceps peak to their fullness quivering with bone bending
strength. With one final cry of victorious power she succeeded in sliding his
own cock into his smashed mouth. With an awful wet snapping his back splinters
and breaks like a sappy branch. With no resistance Margaret easily completed
the fold on the dead body, looking down with complete satisfaction as severed
nerves twitch the dead body. She continues the folding force the member fully
into the dead mouth accompanied by further bone snaps finally splitting his
skin like an over filled bag. Gore floods everywhere. Most enjoyable she
concurred. After luxuriating in the carnage she grabbed the camera and
collecting her coat runs for her car.

Back at home, whilst peeling the gory tights from her full legs she taps the
keyboard of her computer sipping her well deserved champagne and studies the
cameras beautiful images of her earlier activities. She carefully selected the
most brutal, most blooded and most gory and under the heading 'Some
schoolgirls fight back' sent it out over the net to all the luck guys who got
so close to being poor Mr. Henderson.

She turned and heads for the bathroom for a well-earned soak and to remove any
remains of poor Mr. Henderson from her sleek body. And started to ponder what
next.

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