FATAL ROOM SERVICE
by Sgjc883@aol.com
A mature beauty, a lecherous waiter, and a broken body.


Margaret lay on the poolside sun lounger and let the hot Mediterranean sun
bath her toned body. Lifting her head lazily she looked down her sleek defined
physique. She felt proud of it, and rightly so, clad as it was in a brief
thong type bikini. Few women half her age could get away with such a micro
costume, let alone a woman in her late forties, but Margaret could and did!
She remembered all too clearly that dumpy middle aged housewife of only a
couple of years ago, plump, down trodden and unfit. She pointed her toes
forward and down, sinewy muscle bulged and snaked over her legs. A slight hint
of six pack rippled from her flat narrow stomach. She propped herself a little
higher glancing down her big round shoulders and full arms. The holiday
bronzing had highlighted the lean muscle beautifully. Oh yes she confirmed to
herself, the transformation had been well worth it. Margaret reached for a
bottle of sun cream from the table next to her and with a generous palm full
started to work it into her near-naked body. As she massaged the cream over
her skin the hard dense muscle beneath felt so good to the touch. Her mind ran
over the damage she'd inflicted with this awesome muscle mass- Poor Brian her
ex work colleague, the perverted Mr. Henderson and finally her nasty ex son in
law Tony, all fatally broken by this body and her power. Her head fell back on
the lounger and while still working the cream into her tight flesh she drifted
in the succulent memories of their painful ends, a cruel smile on her lips.

She turns to look at her daughter sun bathing next to her. She looked relaxed
in the holiday sun. This break was good for her. It was helping her get over
the abrupt disappearance of her bulling husband, a knowing grin spread over
Margaret's handsome face. She was the only one who knew for certain, he
wouldn't be back.

'Allison' she enquired 'could you do my back please?'

'Sure' was her cheery reply 'pop yourself over'

Allison climbed off her lounger and took the bottle from her mum's hand. She
watched intently as her athletic Mother rolled onto her front unclipping her
tiny top as she did. Alison paused to admire the perfect proportions of her
Mothers impressive body. It could be hard for her sometimes, having a Mother
with such a perfect body. She was envious of her muscled look yet proud of her
Mothers achievements in resculpting it since the divorce. She looked down at
her own slightly chubby body. She chose to wear a much more conservative
one-piece swimsuit. She couldn't risk wearing anything else lying next to such
a goddess. She squirted a large helping of the thick cream onto her mum and
gently but firmly started in work it into the broad strong muscle. She
carefully worked the cream into every ridge and grove of her muscled back.
Rubbing such firm muscle was intoxicating, she added more cream. Her breathing
became shallow as she worked the rich mixture into her Mother's rock hard
glutes and then into her hard upper thighs. Her Mother gently moaned
approvingly. Allison's eyes were now half closed as she worked the cream into
those powerful legs, her hands gliding over full round hamstrings and solid
cut calves. The sensation was a heady mix, her breathing faster and shallower.
A loud splash of someone diving into the swimming pool snapped Allison from
her lusty daydream. Suddenly embarrassed by her aroused state she looked down
at her relaxing Mother. She noticed how pronounced and hard her nipples had
become, and then she gave a slight gasp of horror! a large milky stain was
forming in the crouch of her swimsuit. With an embarrassed giggle she turned
and headed for the swimming pool. Without hesitation she dived in reassured
that the water would disguise her lubricating stain. With the cover of the
slightly crowded swimming pool and the warm water Allison rubbed herself
pulling the moist crotch of her suit away from her tingling mound. Many women
and men had suffered the same fate as Allison at this Hotel since the arrival
of this powerful mature beauty. Whether scantily clad or seductively dressed
Margaret was a head turner for either sex. A majestic goddess yet with a
secret lethal frightening dark side. Allison breathed easier now hopeful that
she'd disguised her arousal. Margaret lifted her head oblivious to the whole
incident. She looked out over the pool and smiled to her daughter unaware of
her excited state. On the far side of the pool another aroused voyeur had been
studying this mature beauty, a slim arrogant barman named Carlos. Carlos was
planning how to add this stunning woman to his list of conquests whether she
wanted it or not. Little did he know the price he would pay!

The lazy afternoon carried on. Finally the sun combined with the inactivity
grow too much for Margaret. Sitting up she turned to her daughter

'That's enough for me today, I off for a bit of a workout in the room'
announced Margaret

'OK mum...See you back in the room in a bit' replied Allison

With that Margaret sat up and slipped a sleeveless robe over her bronzed upper
body tying it loosely around her tight waist. She gathered up her belongings
and with a wink to her daughter headed for the hotel. She passed by Carlos
unaware of the lecherous look in his eye and headed for the lift. Unbeknown to
her Carlos slipped out from behind the bar and followed.

The lift doors slide open and Margaret stepped inside, turning she pushes the
button for the top floor. In a flurry of movement Carlos bundles into the lift
just as the door closes. Margaret flashes him a smile as he passes her. He
settles at the back of the lift leering at the sleeker mature body in front of
him. The aging lift slower works its way up. Carlos makes his move sideling up
behind Margaret, his hand runs around the firm hard contours of her sexy rear
end. Margaret flashes him a stern look and pulls away. Carlos unperturbed
moves on her again this time grabbing her in his arms, his hand clutching at
her large firm round breasts. Margaret casually reaches up and grabs his hand,
crushing his fingers together in her strong grip and with a flip of her hip
sends Carlos sprawling over her side crashing heavily on the dirty lift floor
still gripping his hand. She then twists the arm against the joint and pushes
her foot into the side of his neck, immobilizing him. Simultaneously she pulls
on his arm and pushes on his neck with her foot, a groan of pain grates from
his strained jaw.

'Look sweetie' she chides him 'I'm not in the mood for playing' she tightens
her grip, Carlos grunt again 'why don't you pick on someone your own
age..OK?'.

The lift doors sweep open at the top floor, and she indifferently releases her
grip and steps over the fuming young man. Without giving him a second glance
she heads for her room opening the door she glides inside leaving Carlos
raging on the lift floor nursing his pained neck, arm and fingers.

Inside she pauses to reflect on the events that had just happened and laughs
to herself. She opens the french doors and steps out onto the secluded
balcony. She walks to the edge and peers over admiring the shear drop and
crashing waves below, it was a beautiful view. She slips the robe from her
shoulders and unclips the tiny bra top letting them both fall to the floor.
She stands in the late afternoon sun clad in just her thong bikini bottom and
stretches and flexes her muscular body, her firm full breasts displayed
confidently. Straight legged she bends low easily wrapping her hands around
her shapely ankles. She easily moves from ankle to ankle before straighten
again. She drops down onto all fours and starts to rapidly pump out press-up
after press-up her back rigid flat. She moves calmly through the exercise with
frightening ease. A loud knock at the door stops her mid action, she looks up
and questions

'Yes?' ..no answer 'Is that you Allison?.. Have you forgot your key?' with
that Margaret springs to her feet and over to the door and opens it. She is
roughly pushed back as a blurry figure enters the room. Margaret stumbles
back. It was Carlos! She immediately notices the sun glint off of something in
his hand. She checks him over, Carlos is brandishing a flick blade about six
lethal inches long. Margaret instinctively drops into a crouched stance
rocking on her toes her eyes fix on the blade. She circles him slowly. Carlos
is taken aback by the topless muscular body facing him. It was the first time
he had seen this developed beauty up so close. His mouth dried, she looked so
powerful, dense hard toned muscle wrapped itself around every inch of her
fantastic body. She was moving with a confidence that unnerved him, he had the
weapon and yet far from being intimidated she appeared to be stalking him.
Panic set in; suddenly the situation was not in his control. The thought of
sampling her sexy womanhood first hand was now far from his thoughts he was
more worried about his safety than his lusting, he was right to be!!!

Margaret circled him slowly working him away from the door. Without taking her
eyes from the blade she clinically assessed the situation. First she would
ensure he had no escape route. She continued to back him slowly away from the
door, trapping him in the room. Then she would unarm him, calculating her
vastly superior strength would achieve this comfortably. And then finally
destroy him. That luscious thought of breaking him swept over her with and
erotic wave, she licked her lips threateningly in confident expectation. She
had now backed him well into the room with no obvious route of escape, the
fear clear to see in his eyes. Suddenly in one panic filled thrust he lunged
at her, it was a costly mistake!

Margaret rolled her hips away from the advancing blade easily. Her hand
reached up and grabbed the wrist of his knife holding hand. Twisting into him
her second hand grabbed the same arms below the shoulders locking the arm
straight. In one fluid movement she dragged the arm down whilst swiftly
raising her left thigh. Her hands and leg came forcefully into his arm
buckling the elbow with a sickening ripping crunch. The blade falls harmlessly
to the floor and with an easy sweep Margaret kicks it way across the room.
Then with contemptuous ease she flips Carlos over her hip. He crashed to the
floor. Margaret dived on top of him. With her vastly superior body and Carlos
with the use of one arm only there was no match, she wrestled him easily
before, finally pinning him to the floor by sitting on his chest. She grabs a
large clump of his dark hair and pulled his head between her parted thighs.
She brings them together snaring it in a compressive clasp. His cheeks squash
inwards as his mouth is forced into a painful 'O' shape. Margaret sits up and
relaxes. Then with dark look stares down at her trapped victim. She flexes her
upper body, pumping the sinewy muscle that laced around her broad shoulders
and sturdy arms

' I think your mine now' she menaces at the trapped Carlos 'now I'm going to
annihilate you'

She pauses an evil smile spreads over her wicked lips

'Bone by bone'

Carlos's eyes widen in fear. Margaret lets out a slight laugh and licks her
lips with deadly expectancy.

Still holding his hair she releases her tight leg grip and standing pulls
Carlos aggressively to his feet. She spins him around and thrusts him
powerfully back first into the near by wall. With a heavy grunt she drives her
fist into his lower left ribcage. She delights in the feeling of the bone
yielding to her hammer blow, her fist connecting with a muffled crunch. As
Carlos pitches over from the strike he meets her other hooking fist. It hits
his torso with another sickening crack, driving the air from his lungs. Carlos
smacks back into the wall and starts to slides towards the floor. Margaret
reaches down and pulls his dazed body back to its feet. Ducking under his
remaining good arm she wraps her strong arms around his body and hoists him
into the air in a crushing bearhug. She pulls him hard into her naked chest
with a growl, her biceps pressuring his already damaged ribs. She rolls her
sturdy forearms down his tortured back. This close she can feel his pain, the
slight change of shape of his trunk. The unbelievable pressure she exerts
bends his torso further, it feels heavenly damaging him in this crushing way.
His head now droops over her shoulder, his mouth unable to suck air into his
conquered lungs, his legs kick limply in the air. Margaret grits her bright
white teeth and wrenches harder into the ribcage feeling bone grind on bone.
She feels his arm weakly pound on her now fully pumped extensive back, her
traps spread impressively. Finally the ribcage collapses in on itself in a
succession of muffled wet pops. With an exhausted gasp Carlos flops
unconscious over Margaret's broad shoulder. She takes a moment to hold him
there, to enjoy the beautiful destruction her strong arms have just inflicted.
She moves slightly to catch the reflection of her thong clad bronzed body in a
near-by mirror. She flips Carlos higher onto her shoulder expertly changing
the hold to a simple fireman's lift. With Carlos's body draped over her
shoulder she looked a deadly predator. The white thong setting off the heavily
muscled cut of her tanned fit body. She ran her hand around her full thighs,
she wanted,. she needed more., a corrupt smile came over her face, poor
Carlos's destruction was not yet complete.

With Carlos dangling flaccidly over her shoulder she strides easily towards
the bed on the other side of the room. Once there she tosses his limp frame
onto it. She stops to admire her handiwork. His once slim chest is now
noticeably deformed. She rips open his shirt; horrible, ugly bruises highlight
the murderous carnage she has just inflicted on him. She runs alternative
hands gently over her biceps and triceps, as if to thank them for the fine
exertions. She feels rightly proud of their devastating work. As if on cue
Carlos starts to return from his painfully induced slumber. This pleases
Margaret, having been concerned that he may have missed his deadly finale.
With an expectant soft moan she pulls his body face up and to the end of the
bed. Taking hold of another handful of his hair she pulls his head up.
Straddling his held head she draws his face well up inside her firm fleshed
cheeks. She brings her legs together enveloping his frightened features within
her taut muscular clutch. She applies a slight crush to his trapped head. His
only working arm paws his hand weakly at her muscled rear end. She grabs his
wrist and pulls his tiresome fumbling hand away. She steadies herself on the
end of the bed with her other arm and crosses her ankles, she was ready, ready
to take him, she wanted his end!

She starts to work down on his head, her thighs gripping with a slowly
building force. They tighten deliberately increasing the strain on the sides
of his trapped head. Deep within her she feels the inaudible cries for his
life. This excites her. She applies more pressure; his skull deforms a little
she feels her thighs muscular swell, gnawing into his head bone.

'Ooooohhhh yes baby' she hisses through snarled lips 'I'm going to take you'

His skull starts to yield to the unbelievable mangle of her now granite hard
thighs. Her power is too much for it. It buckles a little further. She's not
ready to take him yet though and just lessens her grip. Deftly she reaches
across and grabs his shoulder pulling his whole body onto its side. She
retighten her leggy grip, now trapping the front and back of the head. She
feels her hard thigh squash flat his facial features in her fearsome lock.

'Now I've got you lover boy' she grinds through clenched teeth

'Your mine now ' she adds

And rocks up onto her toes. Her thighs now blast hideous destructive pressure
to his forehand and back of skull, forcing them together. His limbs now twitch
in an uncontrolled frenzy, as Margaret's cruel vice starts to severe vital
nerve cords from his mangling brain. The skull now starts to compress as the
bone disintegrates under her awesome thigh pressure. She throws her head back,
muscles along the full elegant length of her head turning legs quiver with
bone mashing power. They're now peaked to their complete erotic fullness; they
burn Margaret with their wondrous power and pleasure. She blows long and hard
through her full puckered lips. Finally Carlos's head buckles under the earth
shattering exertion and implodes into Margaret's thighs with a jelly like
splat.

'Yyyyyeeeeeessssss' cries Margaret with a victorious beam 'you're skull is
mine'

She holds the embrace, draining every last drop of this marvelous sensation
from her pumped body, delighting senses with brutal erotic pleasure.

Finally, now nearly exhausted she releases her frightening leglock and watches
Carlos's mutilated head flop back to the bed.

After a few moments luxuriating in her heinous inflicted butchery she scoops
up the remains of poor Carlos's broken body and rolls its onto her large
shoulders. She walks back across the room and through the French doors. Once
on the balcony she pauses and then proudly lifts the broken carcass high over
her head. There she stands silhouetted by the setting sun, her sexy athletic
body clad in a now juicy white thong, streaks of Carlos's blood snaking down
the groves and furrows of her muscular toned legs

'Another total victory' she whispers to herself 'another beautiful slaughter'

And throws him over the edge, watch his raglike body spiral into the sea
below.

She runs her hands down legs sweeping the blood from them

'Humm' she ponders 'I need a shower'

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Watch out for Margaret's next deadly encounter FATAL LAST DANCE - coming
soon!! (with Diana's permission - that is)