Brutalize-
Mary says “No!” firmly and tilts her head towards my mouth, raising her shoulder to block my access to her neck.
Her hands come up to grab my wrists and pull my hands away from her tits. I yank my hands free and swing up off the bed, then lash out strongly with my right hand, smashing my fist into Mary’s face. I feel the crunch of her nose flattening as the impact knocks her back, twisting her away from me as she falls.
Mary lands on her side with her back to me, sobbing and shivering. I push her further over, partially face down so that I can drag her arms behind her back, then tie her wrists tightly together with my tie. “I’ll teach you to say “No.” to me, you fat cunt! Come here so I can look at you!”
Mary flinched when she felt my hand on her shoulder, pulling to roll her face up. I moved onto Mary, now straddling her hips as she lay face up and looked down at her face. The bleeding from the punch was heavy, both nostrils and the right side of her mouth leaking across her lower face. Mary’s nose was both flattened and swollen, already bruising . She will have two black eyes, both already starting to swell shut. The white of her right eye was turning bright red from ruptured blood vessels. Her lips were swelling and mis-shapen, lumpy and split on the right . My gaze was pulled down by her large, loose breasts, which were sagged wide apart but jiggling in interesting ways as she struggled weakly under me.
I grabbed a prominent teat in each hand, my fingers digging deep into the edges of her areolas. I pulled hard to stretch the breasts up and together, making Mary cry out weakly. I felt different textures behind Mary’s nipples as I roughly yanked on her teats, twisting and abusing the sensitive areas. I suddenly needed to explore the insides of Mary’s breasts. I let go of Mary’s teats and spread the fingers of both hands wide. I put my palms down on her nipples and grabbed as much breast in each hand as I could, my fingers digging deep into the soft, fat tits to hurt as much as to explore. I used my full strength to repeatedly crush the differences of texture I felt.
My imagination filled with the idea of what was harming as I continued to torture Mary:
*The marble size soft, roundnesses I decided were the milk glands, so I felt the groups of tiny sacks bursting as the delicate gland tissue was mutilated by the grinding pressure.
*The larger, softer, irregular masses had to be tit-fat that I could feel being smeared into bloodied yellow grease.
*The firmer masses areas that ran through the boob were felt like the flesh that was torn and crushed by the attack, blood leaking from the many broken little capillaries.
*The longer, more stringlike areas were connecting tissue and ligaments stretching and tearing apart.
Mary’s struggling and cries of pain grew less frantic as the damage done to her breasts increased. The pitiful noises got quieter until Mary would just twitch and whimper with each new bit of damage to her boobs.
I suspected Mary was going into shock, and abusing her tits was becoming wasted torture. I let go of the abused funbags, noticing that they were swollen and lumpy, blotched with multi-colored bruising.
I looked at Mary’s face. The bleeding from the punch has mostly stopped, leaving lots of smeared drying blood on her lower face. Mary’s nose was both flattened and swollen, bruised almost black. She had two black eyes, both swollen half shut. The white of her right eye bright red from ruptured blood vessels. Her lips were swollen and mis-shapen, more lumpy on the right than left.
The sadistic turn of my thoughts spilled from my mouth in words that were as abusive as my hands. “You fucking miserable fat bitch, destroying these ugly udders is turning me on!”
I move up Mary on my knees until I’m straddling her chest. My cock bobs over her wide-spread, discoloring cleavage and I bend forward, lowering my throbbing cock against her chest. I grab the outsides of her bobs and push them together, trapping my cock between the soft mounds. I’m very aroused from abusing Mary’s tits and immediately start humping. At first the sheen of sweat on Mary provides scant lubrication, but my glans is leaking copious amounts of clear, slick pre-cum that quickly transforms her cleavage into a warm, soft, slippery tunnel.
I groan in pleasure and start a fast stroke, strongly tit-fucking Marys chest-cunt. I push the lumpy handfuls of fat and glands together even harder, my finger-tips sinking out of sight again. Mary sobs and whimpers at the additional abuse of her udders, gasping for air as my weight compresses her chest.
The sensations are very exciting: My scrotum sliding up and down Mary’s belly, wedging into her cleavage groove at the top of each stroke. The sides and top of my cock sliding in soft, yielding tit-grip and the underside of my cock riding across her chest fat and feeling the underlying hardness of muscles and ribs. I have tit-fucked Mary before, but this is different. Her wounded breasts are hot, the skin taut and at the same time loose, as if the underlying meat was now almost liquid.
I build very quickly towards my peak, hearing Mary gasping even harder for air, fighting to breathe against my weight on her chest. I cry out as the pressure in my groin peaks, and straighten up, my hands grabbing Mary by the head and pulling it up and towards me. My cock comes up and forward out of the fleshy tit-tunnel and by luck my glans goes into Mary’s open mouth as my jism starts to spurt. Mary struggles in vain under me as she is forced to frantically swallow the large wads of cum surging from my swollen cock-head.
Mary gags and chokes on my load, but I hold her in place, making her keep taking it, cum actually leaking from her nostrils. My orgasm finally trails off and I topple sideways to lie on the bed to watch Mary wheezing and coughing up thick clumps of my sperm.
Snuff-
Mary snaps “Get the hell away from me!” and tilts her head towards my mouth, raising her shoulder to block my access to her neck. Her hands come up to grab my fingers and bend them back, painfully pulling my hands away from her tits.
I yell and pull my sore fingers out of Mary’s grip, falling back away from her. I roll off the bed, landing on my knees and reach under the edge of the bed, coming up with the large Mag-lite. Without giving Mary time to react I hold the flashlight by the lamp end and ram the base of the heavy cylinder into the small of her back, just to the right of her spine. The impact is right over Mary’s kidney, and she screams loudly, tries to grab the spot, and falls back on the bed.
I raised the heavy cylinder high in my right hand, and bring it down hard, smashing it into Mary’s right shoulder to shatter her collarbone. I raised the light again and Mary tried to block the next hit with her left hand. The impact was against her forearm, breaking the bone and leaving her with both arms disabled. Mary whimpered and begged me to stop hurting her as I climbed onto her, straddling her hips facing up her torso. Mary was defenseless, with her opposite shoulder and arms broken, and my weight holding in place. I was ready to begin a serious beating.