Penelope 4. Just choke her until it all stops

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.