An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain. I went to the bedroom where Penelope was asleep and got onto my bed, kneeling to reach over her. I gently pulled down the single sheet she was sleeping under and despite all the past revenge fantasies I wasted no time on revenge. I intended no sexual or sadistic enjoyment of Penelope’s pale fat bulk of a body, just standing wobbly on my bed to step over her. I had to reach out and press against the wall for balance, my feet stepping to either side of her slack spread breasts. I stepped back, leaning forwards for the wall support until my feet were at her waist, then pushed back with my arms and dropped to my knees.
I landed hard on Penelope, straddling her upper belly with an impact that knocked her air out. Penelope was shocked awake, mouth open to release the gust of breath, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Her head was just tilted back enough by the neck roll she used as a pillow that my hands could close on her thick throat. Penelope barely got my name gasped out with the last of her air before my fingers and thumbs dug into her neck, “Gary!”
Penelope’s neck was too large and fat to fully grip with two hands. Though the tips of my thumbs touched at the front, there was at least an inch gap between my fingertips at her spine. I clenched my hands, thumbs digging into the ridged pipe of her airway to turn her inhalation into a rasping choke. Penelope clutched at my wrists but was not strong enough to keep me from driving my thumbs in, crushing down on her trachea to completely stop air moving before she had taken a full breath. Penelope’s mouth gaped wide, letting me hear only a airless wet noise, her desperate struggle for air useless,
Penelope’s face quickly reddened, my roughly gripping fingers bearing down on her neck veins. Her eyes were the widest open I have ever seen them, wild with panic. She heaved under me, unable to push me off and escape as I used my grip on her neck to stay in place riding her bucking body. Penelope’s short-cut nails dug into my wrists, luckily not hard enough to break the skin for the short time she fought me with strength. I shivered suddenly, unexpectedly feeling a jolt of pleasure that was not from my groin. Apparently there was a way Penelope could still please me, feeding another need.
Penelope was already weakening, so I shuffled my knees back towards her ass to let me lie forward, pressing my groin and belly down on her. I relaxed my grip enough that Penelope was able to draw a hoarse breath of air. I realized I had quickly chosen my own pleasure over granting her as quick an ending as possible and just knowing this also fed my sadistic thrill. Laying forward had taken some of my weight off Penelope’s neck and with my softer grip she was taking ragged, almost whistling breaths, her lips lightening from the blue shade they had reached. I could see Penelope was trying to speak, her mouth working in an attempt to form words but my grip and damage to her throat kept her from actually saying anything I could understand.
I rode Penelope’s struggling body, my chest on her pancaked tits and my groin against her soft belly. My soft cock did not really move against her warm skin but the sensation there was not really the prime source of my increasing arousal. Penelope clawed harder again at my wrists and I bore down again on her throat, pushing her to buck and heave all the more under me in her struggle for life. The struggle intensified for a few seconds in a brutal simulation of fucking that quickly built the sadistic thrill I felt. I dug my thumbs into the center of Penelope’s neck with all my strength, our struggle twisting her head back and forth. I was focused on her wide tearing eyes, my gripping hands shaking a little with adrenalin while seeing the red pinpoints spring up in the whites of her eyes. Penelope’s wide gaping mouth showed more and more of her tongue, her lips turning a darker shade of blue.
It took well under a minute for Penelope to run out of Oxygen, her hands loosening the grip on my wrists and her struggles under me less strong, becoming more of a heaving effort to breathe than trying to get out from under me. Most of her movements were now from my humping against her belly, despite my barely swelling cock the violence I was committing had me feeling very aroused in a different way. The arousal was incredibly intense for me, bringing me to the verge of some kind of release very quickly, the tension mounting as quickly as Penelope was fading.
The climactic moment came suddenly, quicker than it takes to read about it. There was a small crunching feeling against the tips of my thumbs and they sank deeper into Penelope’s neck. I did not know or care if it was her hyoid bone breaking or her larynx crushing but the effects were immediate. Penelope heaved, arching up under my weight before slumping, her muscles quivering against me. I knew instantly she was dying in my grip and my senses reeled, giving me an intense feeling as if I had cum, even without anything special from my groin. Penelope slumped completely limp under me, her hands coming off my wrists when her arms flopped out.
Penelope died during my sadistic release, her fading quivering the only reaction to my next few mental jolts of pleasure. By the time I groaned and took a deep breath, drained and shaking Penelope was a completely slack, lifeless mass under me, her now red eyes seeing nothing. I let go of her neck, seeing the deeply indented, bruised marks on her throat and rolled off, breathing hard against her bulk. I groaned, the look on her strangled face, the marks on her neck and the completely lifeless feel of her murdered corpse against me spasmed my nerves one last time, my aching hard worked hands twitching as if still on her neck.