Rose 1: Terminal Navel Rape by I am Inger
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The first of the Rose fantasy stories, a variety of ways a big gal dies very badly for my fun.
After waking around 9:00 AM with the usual hardon that for once pissing did not soften I knew I was ready for Rose in the guest bedroom. I gave her the usual wakeup call on the Google Home, then grabbed the heavy Maglite from my side of the bed and walked through the house nude to deal with her.
Rose was a big fat woman, very much one that would describe herself as a BBW. 5’6”, with thinning, graying red hair low on her shoulders she was, simply put, fat. Her thick heavy arms came from padded large shoulders, framing large heavy-hanging breasts and a big belly large and soft enough to cover her groin when naked. Her thighs were big and very soft with thick fat. As would be expected for someone that had been over 300 pounds all her adult life, at 47 Rose had a lot of health issues, including bad knees that greatly hampered her mobility. Today would be the last day of that life.
I gave the door the usual morning knock, heard Rose reply a bit groggily that she was waking up, then waited a moment listening to what sounded likely to be her sitting up. My right hand lifted the light like a club, gripping the lamp housing end and raising it across my body. My left hand took the door handle, pushed down and slammed the lightweight door open. I rushed through the opening and to the near side of the bed, seeing a glimpse of Rose turning her head my way, startled and starting to open her mouth as I swung down and across my body with the light.
The swinging metal club caught Rose across her right cheekbone and the side of her nose with a crunching thud of impact, knocking her upper body back across the bed. Rose cried out, her hands coming up to cover her face while I stepped closer, turning the flared end of the light in my hand to hold the club in a dagger grip. I rammed the blunt heel end of the light into the center of Rose’s chest low enough to strike her just below the sternum, the strike to her solar plexus stunning her diaphragm.
Rose’s hands came off her bloody face, clutching at her chest as she struggled to breathe, shuddering on her back and rocking on the waterbed with her lower legs kicking where they hung off the bed. I moved between her legs, my knees against the bed edge padding and held the light as a club again. Rose thrashed on the bed, unable to cry out, struggling to breathe while I struck at her hands and wrists, hitting at least three times before she pulled them off her chest, arms flailing.
I lean over Rose, grabbing and yanking down the zipper of her house-dress to the end well down from her neckline, then grab the opening with both hands, ripping the fabric halfway to the hem. A second, lower grab lets me tear the garment fully open to strip her naked. My eyes were down from watching the dress tear, giving me a view first of her lower belly and fat flap, my first live look at the slowly fading bruises from her past falls. I had watched the hidden camera recordings of her showering for months as those bruises started livid and slowly faded.
I looked up, gaze moving across Rose’s shaking fat belly to her fat, gravity spread sagging breasts, the livid mark of the hit below her sternum already swollen and darkening. Her bloody hands clutched her chest at the upper slopes of her tits, smearing the pale skin with blood from her broken cheek and nose. Rose shuddered on the bed and at least gasped in some air, eyes wide above her gaping bloody lipped mouth as she saw me lift the metal light high and strike down at her again.
Rose tried to scream but just gave a croak, still lacking the air for her full voice. She tried to block with her already bruising right hand but was too slow, the black metal shaft knocking past her fingertips to hit into the top of her right shoulder with a meaty thud. Rose’s waving right arm spasmed aside, flopping on the bed and unable to stop the next three blows I swung against the same area. Even a 380# woman like Rose does not have that much padding at the shoulder blades, and her cries became shriller and louder with each impact, her outflung arm spasming on the bed as the blows did serious damage to her shoulder. The last hit was closer to her neck and I felt a crunch in the impact as most likely her collar bone broke.
Rose’s screams subsided to sobbing and whimpering while I paused to catch my breath. Surveyed her bloody face with the grossly swollen lump where my first hit had crushed her cheekbone, that eye swollen shut and her left eye leaking tears as she stared at me one eyed. The livid marks on her shoulder were swelling and darkening, her right arm twitching and useless as she gasped for air before asking me why and begging me to stop. I was looking at the circular mark of the strike to her Solar Plexus when I saw her left arm lift to her battered face and swung down again. Rose cried out again as the metal struck the side of her left wrist, the crunch of impact giving no doubt I had just broken her wrist.
I gave Rose no mercy or delay as she held her broken wrist to her upper chest, striking down and aside to impact her bent left elbow with a jarring impact which fractured or broke that joint as well. Rose’s left arm jerked out onto the bed and I struck next at her left shoulder, giving her half a dozen carefully aimed hits to destroy that joint also. By the time I stopped to catch my breath Rose was just grunting and whimpering with each impact, the last hit splitting the increasingly lumpy and mottling skin of her shoulder.
Rose’s struggles were shaking and rippling her sagging apart fat soft breasts, which drew my attention next. I set the light down and went forwards onto Rose, my belly and chest arched across the rounded soft mound of her fat belly. My face was at her cleavage, hands coming up to each grab one side of her left breast. I gripped hard, encircling the fat breast with my fingers and thumbs just reaching, touching as I bore down, the pressure lifting and jutting up the front of the soft sack as if her breast were firm, the pink nipple pointing up until I opened my mouth wide and sucked the nipple between my lips. I bit down hard, my teeth sinking into the skin a bit within the edge of the gripped areola. The bite only bore down on the skin of the nipple, the underlying fat and glands squeezing away under the skin as I ground my teeth together, getting a small coppery taste of blood while Rose heaved under me in pain, almost rolling me off her round fat body.
I sucked hard while opening my mouth again, then bit down more slowly, this time capturing more of the meat under Rose’s nipple and drawing a shriller cry from her as I gnawed with all the strength of my jaw. The taste of blood was stronger as my teeth dug in, crushing and damaging the sensitive nipple and underlying glands. I lifted my head, releasing the grip of my hands and letting the weight of the breast pull the bitten teat out from between my teeth, the loose sack of fat slumping back against her chest with the livid and blood seeping indentations of my teeth very visible.