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Chapter 18 Karl and I Break Penelope
Face Fucking is a good place to start in breaking a woman’s spirit. It’s not exactly pleasant having a thick cock forced down your throat leaving it raw. Partial suffocation adds to your feelings that your partners are treating you like a piece of shit. If it goes on for a while, you get to experience being covered with your own thick saliva and whatever heaves up from your belly.
I’ve been there. So I know. Still there is something erotic about having a cock head press hard against the throat opening for a few seconds before being forced down that narrow passageway.
It gets a little too nasty if the victim pukes although that does give one the opportunity to rub their faces in it.
Combine throat fucking with a regimen of painful enemas and forced imbibing of strong man piss and you’re on your way to making a respectable suburban wife into a low down trailer trash whore. After we finished with Penelope, her self esteem was lower than whale shit.
Penelope Grace left her bathroom a different woman than when Karl and I led her in by her nipples. My bag of tricks included a pair of Kelly forceps. I magnanimously awarded Karl the honor on placing them and he jumped at the chance.
“Karl, put these on your wife’s zickers,” I said handing the shiny medical instruments to him while we were still in the dining room.
“Those will hurt,” protested Penelope.
“There will be much nastier ones at Club Macabre,” I said recalling Violet’s account for the member’s preference for antique breast crushers.
“Several of the members are world class experts on making a woman beg for a double mastectomy,” was Violet’s comment.
After a second’s hesitation, Penelope resigned herself to cruel fate at the hands of her newly sadistic husband, bravely offering her chest to the clamps. The cunt was learning her place in the world of submissive S&M.
“I hope this hurts a lot, Bitch,” said Karl pulling out a nipple with a twist of his wrist before applying a clamp. He was obviously enjoying himself at her expense.
A grimacing Penelope inhaled sharply. My nips had experienced the tender mercy of Dr. Kelly’s invention. Of course, the inventor’s intentions were nobler, a quick germ free method to stop a bleeding artery or hold open a flap of tissue allowing the surgeon to work unhindered.
But the BDSM crowd saw other possibilities. Grab a nipple, pull it out with a vicious twist, apply the good doctor’s device to the base and you own her. She’ll suck your cock, lick your nasty ass clean, and present her sphincter for anal.
Karl locked the handle causing his wife to yelp. I could tell from the look on his face, he was enjoying himself.
Penelope begged us to remove the forceps as we roughly led her upstairs to the master bath. Fortunately, it was large enough to easily accommodate the three of us. McMansions have their advantages.
“The enema bag is under there,” said Karl pointing toward the storage under the dual sinks.
“Oh God,” whimpered Penelope at the sight of the enema bag.
According to Karl, Penelope suffered from constipation after the birth of their youngest; so there was an industrial size two quart pumpkin style enema bag, a bottle of Castile soap, and a selection of nozzles including a large one that had never been used until I shoved it past her sphincter.
I started with a mild solution of the Castile and warm water. Karl bent her over with her face in the commode. That was his idea. He was showing potential as a sadist.
“Karl, please go to the kitchen and get a bucket of ice water,” I said releasing the hose clip after I spit on her ass then forced the nozzle past her sphincter. She let out a loud howl when the flow started and clinched her fists. My cock hardened at the sight of her suffering.
While Karl ran downstairs, I watched as Penelope’s intestines slowly filled. She was an excellent moaner. The Club Macabre crowd would like that. The Castile soap irritates the bowel and creates an irresistible urge to shit. You cramp up and your guts hurt like all hell.
“I can’t hold it,” whined Penelope as her abdomen expanded to accommodate the fluid. She was sweating like a pig.
“Suck on this to keep your mind occupied,” I said exposing my cock. She did as she was told. I felt a wave of inner satisfaction that my dick was in the mouth of a female FBI agent who considered me, local Boston PD, her inferior.
She managed to keep her shit inside until Karl returned with a large plastic pail of ice water and the video camera he left downstairs.
“This is so fucking hot,” said Karl pushing us wife’s head into the commode water as he flushed the toilet.
“Please, let me shit. I can’t hold it,” screamed Penelope once Karl allowed her to surface.
“Go ahead and poo,” I said coldly.
She barely managed to get her rear on the throne before her ass exploded. She clutched her abdomen and whined as her intestines cramped. Enemas are fun for onlookers but hell for participants
“Get naked, Karl. Your wife wants to suck your dick while I film her,” I said.
“Jesus, she stinks like shit,” said Karl undressing quickly, eager to further humiliate the mother of his children.
“Penelope, open your mouth wide and tilt your head back, it’s throat fucking time,” I said presenting my hard cock to Penelope’s lips. I took hold of the forceps to insure compliance. As soon as she opened up, I dove in to my balls, sealing her mouth shut with my scrotum. There’s something very satisfying about forcing your penis down that narrow opening. A good gagger will squeeze your cock with a pulsing motion. There’s also that look of wide eyed panic to enjoy.
You have to be as twisted as I am to enjoy pushing your dick head into a throat while listening to the sound of water gushing out the subject’s asshole. The smell was pretty bad but it added to her shame and my Eros. I took a deep breath to enjoy the aroma.
I held her head as I gave jacked hammered her face. Her gullet made that thockey-thockety sound that is music to the throat fucker’s ears. I held her head in a vise like grip being as brutal as I could.
“You love it. Don’t you, Penelope?” said Karl stroking his hard cock with one hand and filming with the other. He could hardly wait to take his turn.
“Play with your pussy to show us what a dirty whore you are,” I ordered taking her nipples through a painful one eighty.
Saliva spilled out over her lower lip onto her boobs. Karl was getting some great footage of her degradation.
I turned Penelope’s throat over to Karl while I refilled the enema bag. The water was from the refrigerator’s chiller and he had added ice. Her bowels were not going to be happy.
Karl shoved his cock in as far as it would go then pinched his wife’s nostril’s shut. Saliva came pouring over her lower lip. I briefly spelled Karl so he could take a few minutes of video. He obviously attached real importance to the permanent record of his bride’s ultimate degradation. I wondered how many viral Web sites would ultimately display her being brought low.
Once more we bent her over the now polluted commode. Karl placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face down into the enema water. That was a shitty thing to do. As a husband he struck me as a nasty bastard; but he seemed like a terrific golf buddy. I operated the video camera as she struggled to rise. He only relented when she began shaking violently.
I used the big nozzle this time and went deep as it would go. There is nothing more gut wrenching that an ice cold enema mixed with castile soap. I’ve been tortured in that manner. You feel like you are going to die of the cramps. Your intestines contract and move as they react to the unaccustomed drop in temperature.
Karl kept the camera going as Penelope begged us to stop in between screams of pain. I held the bag high taking advantage of the law of hydraulics. You could see spasmodic movements in her swollen abdomen.
We made her hold it for a while. Penelope had a theatrical talent for begging and whining. Her pleas for mercy were so expressive I almost relented.
Once she was back on the commode Karl and I engaged in another round of throat fucking that left her gasping for breath. After we had exhausted the possibilities of that particular form of abuse we forced her into the oversized shower stall. It easily held the three of us.
“Down on your knees, Cunt,” I ordered and she complied.
“Feel like taking a piss, Karl,” I asked?
“Yes, all that wine is ready to escape,” said Karl aiming his cock toward his wife’s face.
“Open your mouth and prepare to swallow, Penelope,” I said.
“No, I can’t. I’ve never done that. I’ll get sick,” said Penelope.
“Do as you’re told, Bitch,” said Karl delivering a hard stinging slap to the side of her face. I hoped she didn’t bruise easily.
There may be more humiliating acts than kneeling with your trap open and having someone piss down your throat; but I’m not sure what they are. She swallowed some, gagged on most and finally wound up curled up in a ball as Karl and I gave her a head to foot urine bath.
It was time to move to the next phase; so we cleaned her up, dried her off, and carried her to the bedroom.
“Remove the forceps, Karl,” I said once we had dropped her on the king.
I got a good close up of Karl giving her nipples a final painful twist then unlocking the Kelly. She gave out a sharp scream, grabbed her boob and rolled around on the bed sobbing.
“Oh my god, that hurt,” said Penelope cradling her throbbing tit.
“Now for the other one,” said Karl repeating his prior act of brutality with identical results.
The return of blood to the crushed capillaries is agonizing. Her nursing days were done so I didn’t worry about permanent damage. One thing I correctly predicted was that skinny Penelope’s oversized boobs would draw a lot of attention at Club Macabre. Sadists have a thing for breast torture and Penelope had enough tit to keep a herd of them happy for hours. I figured between what was happening tonight and her first sessions at the club her tits would never be quite the same.
When the pain subsided we gave her some water and took a brief respite. Karl started a hard core porn video on the television. It was high def and featured a number of my favorite porn stars being sexually abused. It started with Sasha Grey taking on three super hung black dudes who seemed intent on slapping her silly. Given that beautiful Sasha was a tiny woman, I could only conclude she was hollow when all three monster cocks were inside her.
“What’s next,” asked Karl eager to continue destroying his relationship with his wife?
“We see if two in shape males powered by a four hour erectile dysfunction drug can fuck your wife to death,” I said fisting my cock in her direction.
It was a hollow threat. My brother’s porn collection contained more than a thousand gang bang videos, proof positive that a single female can service hundreds of cocks in one outing.
“Four hours,” protested Penelope. “I won’t be able to move.”
“Pretend you’re back in college passed out at the Sigma Chi house. There’s a long line from the foot of the bed, out the door and down the hall. You’re in cock heaven, Slut,” said Karl grabbing his wife’s ankles to spread her legs very wide. He spread her so wide she was in a full split. Without the yoga, he would have dislocated something.
“Take it easy,” whimpered Penelope her groin screaming in pain.
“Fuck easy,” said Karl as he climbed between her legs, used his hard cock to part her labia and rammed it home.
“You’re killing me,” screamed Penelope in pain. I hoped the neighbors didn’t hear and call the cops.
It was a rape fuck. Forget the foreplay, the love talk, the teasing, and all the other preliminaries. It brought to mind the good old days when I hung out in Boston’s North End with Tony Menotti on a Saturday night. We were two horny teens looking for stray pussy to rape.
Penelope was on the receiving end of the kind of mean fuck horny Italian Stallions perform when they grab some drunk female off the narrow city streets. The stupid cunts never seem to learn that dressing up like a slut, getting blasted at a club then walking home alone at two in the morning means you want to be raped and if truth be told, you should be raped. Street rape remains a sport among the macho types of the city’s oldest ethnic hood.
If the victim tried to resist, you broke her nose with your sap. Sometimes you flattened her beak just because it was a fun thing to do or she was really good looking and needed to be taken down a peg. In those days, I considered slamming it home while her smashed nose spewed blood a real turn on. You can also use the blood to lubricate her pussy if she’s been fucked dry in one of the men’s stalls at a club.
If the bitch is dumb enough to start screaming, a pointless act in a part of town where minding your own business was Rule Number One, you slammed your sap across her teeth. It’s hard to yell when your mouth is full of blood and broken incisors.
Most Sunday mornings after Tony and I had been on the prowl, the cops would find one or more nude females with a busted face bent over a trash barrel with semen and blood running down her thighs. They’d take her off to Mass General and make a rape kit which the Italian cops would promptly lose. Why ruin a young man’s life when he was just having a little fun? And didn’t the cunt deserve what happened for walking around a respectable neighborhood drunk and dressed like a hooker.
If we didn’t have any luck, I’d suck Tony’s cock then let him fuck me in the ass although sometimes we flipped.
Fortunately, Tony and I were never caught and we both grew out of being a bad shit. Tony is a capo in the local mob and runs things out at the Suffolk Downs tracks.
Enough of remising about the good old days, I told myself as I took a position at Penelope’s face and shoved my cock past her raw tonsils.
We almost lasted the entire four hours. Penelope finally got her head in the right place and let her inner whore emerge. The woman became a fucking nympho begging for more cock.
We fucked her in all positions known to the Kama Sutra. Her nipples, labia, and clit were raw when we finished and trickles of blood were oozing from her vagina and anus.
She also got her head into amateur porn posing for Karl as I used her orifices.
“I love the taste of my ass,” she cooed into the lens as she licked the slime off my cock during the ass to mouth scene.
At the end we double stuffed her pussy and ass. We propped her in a shoulder stand, stuck both our dicks in first her pussy and ass, fisting her other hole until she was loose enough to take a bowling ball.
At the finale, she eagerly spread her buttocks so Karl could film the inside of her rectum.
After Penelope was fucked senseless, Karl said he wanted gay sex and I obliged him. I figured I owed him for his being so nice about me fucking his wife.
Penelope found enough energy to film Karl and me going at it. I drove home with Karl’s jism slowly oozing out my asshole.
All in all it was a highly satisfying evening.
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