It’s a no caregiver night and by the time I get out of the shower at 2:00 AM Penelope is very soundly out cold. There is no twitch or change in her BiPAP powered breathing as I slip the Pulse Oximeter onto her finger and drag the small N2 bottle to the other end of the O2 line feeding her nose mask.
There’s a soft hiss from the bottle as the 5 LPM of Nitrogen flows to the adapter on the mask line, and I watch the O2 number on the Oximeter trend down. 95, 90, 80 and it levels out in the high 70’s with the BiPAP supplied air keeping it from dropping. After 5 minutes still above 70% I turn off the machine, watching the number start dropping again.
By the time her Saturation goes under 70% Penelope’s lips are visibly bluing, her breathing unchanged as anoxia does it’s evil work. I decrease the N2 flow a little and keep her at near 60% for the 10 seemingly long minutes it takes to empty the N2 bottle. Penelope does not stir or react as I pull the nose mask off or when I touch her eyelid before thumbing her eye open. I turn on the bedside light, her pupil not reacting when the room gets lighter.
The lack of reaction from possibly now brain dead and certainly very unconscious Penelope continues as I pull off the covers to fully reveal her long familiar fat body and bend over the bed pressing my mouth to her cleavage next to her right nipple. I suck in the soft skin and bite down as if starting a hickey. Unlike past times I have marked her, there is no response or complaints, and I bite down harder, my teeth digging into the soft flesh as I suck hard. By the time I open my mouth and lift up to look there is a deep bite mark, with bruising already visible inside the oval of tooth marks.
I have to do worse! I move my mouth over to suck in her soft left nipple, sucking it deep as I have many times before but now, this time, I let my teeth bite down more than gently. Penelope does not stir or react as the teat bulges and swells in my mouth, my intact and sharp-cracked teeth alike crushing into the soft areola.
I clench my jaw hard, biting with most of my strength and start to taste blood as the jagged remains of my top front teeth cut the swelling skin, jaw grinding and head lifting to stretch the slack breast up from her chest, all without a twitch or protest. I lift my head harder, mouth opening slowly to drag my teeth towards the tip of the abuse nipple, working my jaw side to side with only the tip of the teat held, the taste of blood stronger as the sharp teeth tear open the very soft nub until it escapes and the slack tit flops back down on Penelope’s chest.
I can feel my cock hardening as the sight of the blood trickling down the pale skin activates the Cialis I took before I went into the shower. I fetch the handcuffs and short bit of rope, then use the remote to lift the head of the bed, propping Penelope up, her head lolling forward towards her chest. Securing the center chain of the cuffs to the bed frame pipe over her head is the easy part, the rope loop tightly tied. Getting each of Penelope’s heavy arms up past her drooping head and the wrists locked into the cuffs is work and I am breathing hard and less aroused by the time it’s done, but now am sure she will stay in place for the rest of my plans.
I lay down by Penelope, rolling onto my side towards her with my semi-hard cock against her cool yielding thigh, her slack right breast lifted by her pulled up arm and right there by my face. I reach up with my right hand and grip the around the breast to bulge the nipple up and suck this so far unwounded teat into my mouth. I clench my hand hard, fingers sinking deep into the underlying meat of her breast and again suck hard and bite down. I work this tit harder and longer, trying to bring fingers and thumb together in a crushing action at the firmest lumps and textures deep in her breast. My mouth sucks and shifts on the nipple and surrounding areola, biting and grinding at the soft flesh with deliberate intent to do visible damage. Drool leaks across my chin and cheeks as my head tilts and angles, cock again hardening and a stronger taste of Penelope’s blood in my mouth.
By the time I lift my face from Penelope’s breast it is smeared with blood-tinged spit, the nipple raggedly bleeding and the surrounding breast skin swelling and darkening with developing bruises. My cock is now fairly erect and leaking slick pre-cum against her leg
Penelope has not reacted at all to the damage to her breast, and I suppress the urge to finish with her to fully work with the breast that has already been harder abused than I could ever do with her conscious. A quick roll to my side of the bed gets me the deadly sharp knife and then returns me to her already roughly abused breast. I pinch the ragged, still slowly bleeding nipple between my thumb and the side of my first finger, pulling hard to tent up the teat and lift her heavy tit into a conical shape.
My left hand brings up the knife, setting the base of the blade to the edge of her areola at the upper side and I pull the knife to me slowly, intently watching as the sharp steel cuts down, the slow pull on the knife feeling even slower, time seeming to slow as the blade cuts down. The bloody wound gapes under the tension of the weight of Penelope’s breast, more and more of the nipple coming free until it comes loose in my right hand, the now seriously bleeding breast flopping down. My gaze goes between the severed nipple in my fingers and the now truncated breast, then watches the blood trailing down across the side of her chest and upper belly until I feel a throb from my tight groin.
I look down to see a big glob of pre-cum leak glistening from my now very hard cock, the wide flared tip dark with engorgement. I set the now bloody knife on my pillow and rise to stand wobbly on the mattress, feet on either side of Penelope’s ample waist ,my hands tangling in her hair to yank up her forward sagging head. My left foot feels the wet warmth of the blood staining the sheet as her mutilated teat keeps bleeding, but my attention is on her slack mouth as it hangs open a little. I bend my knees a bit, lowering my now jutting cock to bring the shiny-slicked head to Penelope’s lips and ease the rounded tip between them.
Penelope’s teeth barely touch my cock as I push the tip of it into her mouth, her tongue soft and yielding under the tip, dry at first from her usual mouth breathing but quickly getting more slippery as my pre-cum coats it. I keep pushing inward slowly, feeding more of my cock between Penelope’s lips, feeling her breathing against the top of the shaft as my flared cock-head moves deeper into the back of her mouth, slack jaw gaping more as her mouth fills.
I feel the first reflex little choke when the oozing tip of my cock pressed against the top of Penelope’s throat and pull back a little, starting a couple of minutes of slow out and in movements, at first taking my time to enjoy the feeling of her slicking tongue and ridged mouth roof accepting my cock. I can feel her soft breasts against my knees as I move, my left knee warmer and sticky-wet with blood from her mutilated nipple
The pressure starts to build in my groin, and I press my cock in harder, sensitive tip pushing back and down into the top of Penelope’s throat, pushing through the resistance of her reflexive choke and gag. Penelope’s throat grips and ripples tightly around the invading head and shaft, the grip of my hands in her hair tilting her head back, my legs straightening to drive more shaft through her lips. Penelope shudders against my legs, resisting ripples of her throat muscles fighting the choking presence of my nearly fully thrust in cock.
I groaned in mixed pleasure and pain as I fought the resistance, Penelope’s hot drool running over my tight clenched scrotum as the last of my cock pushed into her mouth, nose pressing into the fur around the root of my cock and her trembling chin against my ball before I pulled back a small amount and rammed down and in again.
Penelope shook against me, captive to her cuffed up wrists and my grip on her hair, my fingers clenched so tight I could feel strands tearing, the short hard thrusts keeping my cock too far into her now loudly choking throat for her to get any air. Hot liquid pushed up against my cock-tip as Penelope reflexively tried to vomit, the thrashing choking on my cock all the more intense as some of the puke ended up pulled into her lungs, the self drowning adding to her body’s convulsing struggle.
I fought a short, losing battle against coming, wanting to prolong the edge of release before my ball spasmed hard, my whole body jerking against Penelope as the thick surge of sperm pumped up my cock the jolt in my nerves very intense before I felt the spurt into Penelope’s milking throat. My groan of pleasure was briefly louder than the muffled sounds from Penelope as my sperm added to the drowning fluids filling her windpipe, her convulsions peaking as my balls pumped dry. The last dribble of cum throbbed my cock and leaked from the over-sensitized slit at the tip just as she shivered against me and went suddenly limp. I slumped over Penelope, breathing hard, feeling my cock start to soften in the tight but now still grip of her throat. After a minute of hard breathing I needed to get off my shaky kneed legs..
I stood fully, my soft cock stretching from Penelope’s lips before it pulled free of her throat and mouth, trailing strands of gooey jizz from her lips and dripping with drool.
I settled down on the bed and lay there a bit, watching more cum leak from Penelope’s slack, now blue lipped mouth.