together, the females vagina clamped iron tight in rage and in fear,
and the husband had laughed as the bitch he called it cried and
whimpered and was paralyzed and impaled, bertha had known to
kill him then, instead she cried twisted her body around her dog
chained locked into the satisfied monster saw the skeletons of a
million dead and raped in the anguished eyes of her dog, its eyes
her own.
having had his fun he, the husband, had wanted to put out her dog
and keep the huge penis, the large fanged mirror of himself, she had
used everything to keep her dog, begging, tears, threats, her legs
opened on the very same floor that had seen her dogs stabbing
wounding rape, her eyes lowered, her mouth sucking his penis, her
breasts tom into by his teeth, her back ripped open by his teeth, her
ass tom into, with no wail, no screams, only sighs and moans
enacted, timed, disgust disguised, her own blood oozing from her ass
his price, an ad in the paper, the owner, another stud who needed
the huge penis not his own, money into her husbands hands, reward,
an understanding between them, 2 of a kind, sorry he had missed
the fun.
then, feeding her those next weeks to feed the young inside her, her
whole bottom hanging down, ready to drop out from under her, hard
to walk, harder still to run, the days of chasing balls over, her eyes
glazed and worried, she wanted them all to die inside her.
her time came, she refused, no contractions, she wouldnt let them
out, she wanted them dead, so the vet cut her open and squeezed
them out of her tubes, wet ratty things, she was tied down, her belly
facing upwards, awake, her belly cut open, her tubes hanging outside her body, he squeezed out 10, sewed her up.
she wanted them dead, hated them, tried to eat them, to kill them,
she was wretched with fever and being sliced open, the husband who
had done this to her held her down, all sentimentality and maternal
concern, bertha, sick with powerless suffering, forced her to eat,
kept her teeth from ripping apart the terrible ratty things that
crawled all over her. finally, broken, she gave in, let them feed, indifferent. the biting started after that, children, she hated them, let the abstract painters say she couldnt know, she knew.
bertha, hating the anguish of her silent foremothers who had not
studied Torah, had married a Christian, apostate, bertha had
thought a Christian would let her talk, was it a secular fist then that
smashed her when her opinions, in rebellion against that sad past,
would not be silenced? was it a secular penis that argued Law and
War and Supremacy in her mouth, in her vagina, in her ass? was it a
secular beer drinker who spent all night also on hard wooden
benches gambling away all their money, spent a thousand midnights
screwing the Christian women while the Jew waited at home? was it a
secular vanity that had demanded a dog—she, Jew, was afraid of
dogs—a german shepherd—she, Jew, was afraid of german
shepherds—taking her after threats to buy this dog, female because
all the males had been taken, this female dog left, assured by the pet
