FATAL FAMILY MATTERS; 

A mature beauty, an errant husband, a broken body.


Margaret looked left and right and eased her car out into the evening traffic.
She flashed a glance into the rear view mirror to check her appearance.
Despite a long day at the office she looked good. Her dark brown eyes
sparkled, her handsome features glowed. She eyes drifted lazily down to her
lap. She smiled inwardly as she watched the fabric of her pin striped skirt
struggle to hold her full thighs in check. Even in a relatively relaxed state
their muscular definition was pronounced, when in action deadly. A mischievous
glimpse of stocking top added to their beauty. She senses that other eyes are
admiring the view. Looking to the side, her passenger too was taking a very
active interest. The line of the crouch area of his trousers a complete give
away. Margaret smirked and performed an unnecessary gear change, her skirt
slipped just a little higher, another few millimeters of stocking top
appeared. Her eyes dart back to the road, the seduction was well underway. She
gentle ran her tongue over her ruby painted lips. Her mouth was drying with
the anticipation of what lay ahead. Margaret smiled and flicked the fringe of
her highlighted dark hair. She gripped the steering wheel tightly becoming
excited by the tension it created in her hidden biceps. She started to ache,
her fists needed action. Her knuckles showed proudly, in strange contrast to
her beautifully manicured and painted nails. They both had plans of how this
evening would map out. Margaret eyes flicked back to her passenger and smiled
sinisterly she knew however the ugly impending doom that awaited him. The car
sped into the night.

Very little was said for the rest of the journey. Finally the car turned into
a rough track and after a few hundred metres rolled to a halt at the gate of a
secluded cottage. Margaret turned and smiled to her passenger

'Here at last' she breathed.

She was pleased to see her skirt had given up the ghost of trying to cover her
full mature toned thighs, they were now fully exposed. The dark silk stocking
top contrasting with the tanned toned upper thigh. She opened the car door,
the interior light beamed brightly in the gloomy evening light. It highlighted
her splendor. Her passenger turned to her his eyes drawn to the magnificence
of her legs. An involuntary gentle moan crept from his lips. Margaret spun and
gracefully slipped out of the car, smiling broadly as her horny passenger
tried to discretely organize some comfort to his crouch area. Out of the car
she paused to smooth the hemline of her tightish skirt down. It finished a
discrete yet sexy few inches above her knee. She breathed deeply and
stretching gently. She looked out over the countryside. In the distance other
houses lights shone out. She may have seen this view a thousand times but she
loved it. The peace, the tranquillity, the seclusion.. yes the seclution,..No
one to interfere. A sinister sexy dark look came over her. She focused on the
male passenger clambering out of the car. An evil thought swam through her
mind - so secluded no one to here you scream no one. And scream you will. She
buttoned her jacket and locking the car headed for front gate. A strong shiver
of evil anticipation tingled her body.

She walked confidently up the garden path. Strong and upright. Years of
walking on high heels showed, she gracefully moved up the path. Her broad
shoulders and narrow waist well highlighted by the tailored jacket. Her tight
skirt easing the lines of her mature powerful thighs its slit struggling
against the fullness of her legs. Below her knees two beautifully defined
calves rippled as she walked. Toned by years of high heel wearing and more
recently extensive aerobic and heavy weight workouts. She felt the eyes of her
following companion taking her presence in. Enjoy the view she thought soon
you'd be feeling the power. Another shiver of anticipation she would enjoy his
pain tonight, this would be the best yet.

Turning the key in the lock of the front door she opened it and ushered him
inside. Margaret paused at a small dresser dropping her key onto it. She
slipped off her jacket and hung it carefully on the peg. She paused at the
mirror to admire her toned shoulders, their width extenuated by the camisole
type top. She slightly ruffled her soft permed short hair. Shrugging her
shoulders slightly she straightened the lowish neckline of her top. Her full
deep tanned mature chest set off perfectly by the white lacy material. Her
arms even relaxed looked muscular, oh yes she smiled to herself she was well
equipped for this evenings planned entertainment. She steered him towards the
sofa

'Drink' she enquired and without waiting for an answer headed for the kitchen.

Flicking the light switch she moved into the room pausing at the fridge to
collect a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses. She looked up to admire the
powerful reflection in the window. She snarled gentle and flexed her arms the
biceps pumped impressively large, bulging clearly out of her toned upper arm.
Dropping her arms down and turning them inwards she flexed her triceps. She
smiled approvingly at the deep clear furrow they formed in her upper arm.
Bending her knees slightly she ran her hand gently down the outsides her hard
swelling thighs at the knees she slid her hands to the hard inner thigh
muscles. The smooth silk contrasting the granite-like nature or the muscle
within them.

'Oh babies' she whispered to them 'soon be feeding time' she massages them
gently. His impending doom is starting to really excite her. His forthcoming
plight here in her secluded cottage made her lick her lips in hungry
anticipation. She flexed her mighty arms again, 'oh yes' she smiles 'you poor
boy, you're in bad trouble.

She snaps back from her daydream and pours two glasses of wine and heads back
to the lounge. It was time to play out her brutal fantasy for real.

Back in the lounge Tony has sat at the far end of sofa. The line of his
trousers indicates he is far from relaxed. Margaret carefully places the
glasses on a small table at the other end of the sofa. After a seductive
teasing pause she sits close to him. Her toned arm relaxed around his
shoulders. She crosses her legs turning into him Her skirt again rides high on
her defined thighs. She drapes her calve casually over his knee. The seduction
is complete she has him now.

Tony's mind scrabbled by the closeness of her beautiful, mature sexy body and
with air full of her erotic perfume turns and gentle pushes her back into the
sofa. He scrabbles with the crotch of his trousers rather cleverly releases
his swollen member. Falling gently back Margaret hooks the back of his neck
with her arm pulling him onto her. She makes sure his puckered lips miss her.
She has no love for the man, he is just a plaything for her to destroy, to
break. Fully on her back now she pulls Tony tight to her body, chest to chest.
gently trapping his upper arms under hers. He is frantically trying to enter
her. Margaret reaches down to pull the hemline of her skirt up. Heels firmly
planted on the sofa she bucks up her pelvis easily lifting hers and Tony's
trusting bodied into the air. She pulls the skirt up and past her sexy firm
round rump. Free from the confines of the tight dress her stockinged legs
spread wide. She feels Tony's penetration he pants something into her ear. She
not listening though, she's setting her trap. Crunching her tight abdomen she
draws her legs up and around Tony's lower rib cage. Looking over his lurching
shoulder she watches her ankles entwine together. She smiles, the trap was
set, she knew his ordeal was about to begin. She rolled her head back and
licked her lips, she was already starting to taste his pain, and it was
delicious.

Silently and without warning her legs tighten and her body straightens. Her
mighty strength easily uncoupling Tony from his frantic lovemaking. Her thighs
pulling his body down hers. Her hands now firmly pushing his face into her
full deep breasts. Deep within their fullness muffled cries of protest.
Margaret wants to her him scream but later, for now she will silence him. The
only sound she wants to hear is the harmony of cracking and grinding ribs. Now
looking over the top of his head she watches her stiletto shoes slide from her
feet as the squeezing pressure builds. Completely trapped Tony can do nothing
but scream silently as those majestic legs of Margaret build the pressure on
his lower rib cage. She watches her stocking tops as her muscular thighs
swell. The fabric lightens as it stretches to cover the expanding mass of
muscle. She can feel the pressure building on his ribs. She pours the power
onto them slowly savouring every painful second as the breaking point
approaches. She feels the slight yield in his torso and skillfully maintains
that pressure; his ribs are on the verge of failure. She holds the delicious
grip for as long as she dares. Finally .Crack,.. Crack.. Margaret lets out an
almost orgasmic moan as the ribs yield and fail. Deep within her mighty
breasts she feels Tony's silent scream. Before the beautiful tingling
sensation of destruction has passed Margaret has readjusted her leggy grip
higher around his now damaged body. An evil controlled hiss passes her lips as
she watches her mighty thighs eat into fresh ribs. No controlled build up this
time just awesome raw bone bending power crushing into on his body Three wet
sounding cracks echo around the room. Tony's body tenses and melts into
Margaret's powerful grip. The intense pain has slipped him into a deep sleep.
Margaret moans loudly again and eases her grip and tilts her head back blowing
her fringe from above her eyes

'Ooooh Ggooood' she breathes slowly 'I needed that'

As she relaxes she becomes aware of a warm trecalily flow between her solid
cleavage. Grabbing Tony's sleeping head she lifts it clear of her chest for
inspection. Blood ouses from both nostrils and over his bottom lip. Margaret
smiles as she imagines what brutal damage she has done to his internal organs.
Slowly she returns from her orgasmic state. She starts to prepare to serve the
second course of this glorious beating with sadistic relish.

With an easy swing of her legs she flips Tony's trapped limp body off her and
onto the floor. Grabbing his hair she pulls him into a slumped sitting
position against the sofa between her thighs. Sliding slightly forward she
pushes his head back into her thighs and hooks her left leg softly around his
neck. Her left foot slides under her right thigh. Grabbing her left foot she
pulls it up towards her rumps Pulling his head back with are other hand she
slips her leg under his slumped chin her solid calve dangerously close to his
vulnerable windpipe. Once happy with her figure-four leglock she turns to the
small table and reaches for her glass of wine. She takes a well-deserved
mouthful and swallows running her now wet tongue over her dry lips. She looks
up at the mirror over the fireplace facing her and studies the reflection of
her muscular grip on her trapped sleeping victim and smiles. She turns to the
table and replaces her glass. Leaning further she reaches and grabs a phone
receiver and a small pair of reading glasses. She slips the glasses onto the
end of her nose and careful dials a number. She coughs gently to clear her
throat, from the floor weak moans indicate that the pain was bring Tony back
into the land of the living. She starts to tightened the grip on his neck.

' Hi Allison, Its Mum, How's things?' Margaret enquires down the phone

She listens to the reply. Tony tries to move. Margaret tightens her grip still
further to hold him firmly in place, applying more pressure to his windpipe.

Margaret smiles 'Don't worry about that love' she reassures her daughter 'I'm
taking care of that right now'

She tightens her grip on Tony below, In his weakened state her is unable to
force apart her muscular thighs or pull away the hard calve pushing into his
windpipe making him gag. To Margaret his weak attempts to free himself feel
like a lover's caress She tightens again.

'I don't think that wife beating husband of yours will be troubling you again'
she confirms to her daughter

'Oh no love' She reiterates 'Tony won't be doing anything again' her voice
becomes sinister 'Ever!!' she gloats and tightens her grip even harder on him.
Her grip now so tight it lifts his head away from his shoulders, her muscular
figure-four hold is like a thick silky noose.

'I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. come for coffee ..About eleven'

Margaret pauses

'See you then.. Byee'

With that she turns and places the phone back to the table.

She sits back and sends another jolt of power through her legs into Tony's
neck.. Staring into the mirror she enjoys the pained look in his face. She
reaches for her left foot and pulls the grip wickedly tight into his neck. A
strangled gasp is forced out of Tony's bleeding mouth.

'I don't know' Margaret muses 'maybe I should break you now. here ..snap your
neck'

She pulls harder feeling his neck stretched to its limit. Tony's eyes wide
with immense pain and fear.

'No' she reasons to herself releasing her foot 'Lets want to play for a while'

She sits back and flexes her toned muscular arm. He is where she wants him,
her plaything and she wants more fun

'I'm going to make you scream baby' she rocks here head back closing her eyes
' scream so loud' she smiles

And then she adds, running her hands down her outer thighs

'And then I'm going to break you...break you sooo bbaadd'

She tails off in an erotic gasping moan.

She unlocks his neck from her vise-like hold and pinches her knee together.
She stands up and ensures she maintains a painful hold around the sides of
Tony's neck. She slips off her glasses; folding them she stretches and bends
putting them back on the table.

With Tony still trapped in her grip she slowly walks him on all fours to the
front of the fireplace. She steadies herself on the mantelpiece. She bits into
the sides of Tony's neck powerfully with her taut thighs. Within seconds he's
limp in her grip. She opens her legs and with a thud Tony falls to the floor.

She turns into the room and pulls the blood splattered top from her body, then
slides the hoisted skirt from her hips. Apart from her silk stockings she is
naked. She collects the shoes from the end of the sofa and eases her feet into
them. She turns and faces Tony

'Wakey wakey ' she demands 'Its play time' kicking him with the sharp toed
shoe

Tony rouses from his sleep at turns to face her

With a sadistic smile Margaret flexes into a magnificent pose, nearly every
muscle defined on her lethal body. She is licking her lips in anticipation of
Tony's painful demise. Naked apart from stockings and heels she looks a
goddess, well equipped to deal pain and death. She moves in on him as he lays
there.

She grabs his arm and pulls him towards her. Stepping over him she mounts his
back one lethal thigh aside his neck the other under his shoulder. Her arms
pulling his wrist and extending his arm to its limit with a powerful tug. The
room fills with the first of Tony's many screams. It's sweet music to his
torturer's ears.

She pauses to review the hold he looks like a comical pointer dog. She goes to
work on him. Twisting her hip she works her powerful leg under his armpit. The
crush of her thighs separating arm from shoulder quickens her pulse. She
repeatedly twitches her legs together. Each powerful move stretches the joint
a little more. His screams intensify with the pain. She can feel the joint
surrendering to her power. 'God this feels good' she snarls to herself Without
warning her hands grip his wrist she tenses her forearms and with a powerful
and almost casual twist snaps his wrist In a flash she's onto the elbow, she
hype-extends it and before the pain of the broken wrist reaches his brain
bends it back against itself snapping it with a sickening crunch. As a final
sickening closure to this first act of savage destruction her mighty thighs
clamp into his body separating arm from shoulder with a loud wet plop. With a
deep menacing laugh Margaret releases his trapped body and lets it fall to the
floor screams filling the air. Her breathing rapid with the desire for more

Without hesitation she turns and attacks his legs. Driving her knee into both
his thighs she deadens the muscles. She folds one leg up and inside and behind
the knee of the other. Her strong arms easily over- powering his legs. She
grabs his left leg, and forces it over the right his ankle gripped firmly in
her hands. Straining against the resistance of the knee joint Margaret bends
the leg harder. Her shoulders swell with energy her arms bulge. She snarls
then, with an ugly hiss she powers the joint with all her upper body strength.
The knee explodes with a loud pop. 'yes' she cries as she flings the useless
limb to the floor. ruined.

Tony's screams are weakening, he is fading Margaret stands over him and
smiles. In a flash of inspiration a vision of a suitable grizzly finish to
this slaughter fills her mind. .

She carefully stands on his back and crouching down she reaches and grabs his
remaining working arm and leg. To a spectator she would like a weight lifter
poised waiting to go for a lift. She first checks the grip of her hand around
his wrist. She then turns to check the grip on his ankle. She watches as her
manicured nails dig into his flesh as she tightens the grip. Slowly she
straightens lifting his arm and leg up. She continues lifting until she feels
the resistance of his spine bent back to it's maximum. She pauses, below
Tony's screams are weakening as this final act of brutality saps what little
strength remains in his body

She looks down to his head 'It was fun' she smiles 'shame we can't do it
again'

And with a powerful heave pulls up on his arm and leg. She falls backwards as
she does - a perfect bow and arrow hold- The first thing she feels is her
pointed heels spearing into his fleshy back. She feels the heels dig deeper
and deeper into his flesh as she pulls his limbs further and further up. She
pulls harder still Her shoulders start to bunch, biceps burn swelling to vast
orbs of power. Her thighs pump fully, every muscle works to inflict damage.
His body bends and gives more and more. She drives on 'yyesss' she snarls as
his body buckles, joints start to separate, bones begin snapping and breaking.
She zeros in, she wants the spine. Margaret screams 'come baby.come baby' his
back bends more and more. She can feel the resistance weaken 'That's it
..that's it' she grinds out. Finally it surrenders to her power. 'Ooohhhh
yyessss' she moans in shear exotic pleasure His spine breaking with a
sickening tearing sound.

Margaret releases the grip on his limps and lets his distorted dead broken
body slump to the floor. She blows hard as she stretches out on the floor. Her
hands caressing her pumped up body with smug satisfaction. She closes her eyes
and lets the fantastic wave of pleasure wash over her, her body throbbing with
complete joy

'Oh my God' she sighs 'That was beautiful'

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