meanwhile,back at the doghouse
my first friday of the month john works in a grim ramshackle dog pound,the wretched canine creatures are kept in glum narrow pens for three weeks,if noone collects them they are killed,the small ones trampled,the medium ones smothered,the big ones bludgeoned with a shovel,the giant ones shot,there are currently twenty dogs balding,starving,flinching and festering in the ill-boding place: a bastard with a sickly hint of poodle,a bastard with a conceited hint of pekinese,a bastard with a lazy hint of dachshund,a bastard with an unreliable hint of pit bull terrier,a bastard with a regal hint of spaniel,a bastard with a comfortable hint of collie,a bastard with an energetic hint of greyhound,a bastard with a patchy hint of dalmatian,a bastard with a rigid hint of alsatian,a bastard with a shifty hint of afghan,a bastard with a fawning hint of labrador,a bastard with a spectral hint of dobermann,a bastard with a generous hint of old english sheepdog,a bastard with a meek hint of yorkshire terrier,a bastard with an ominous hint of rottweiler,a bastard with a genial hint of jack russell,a bastard with an impassive hint of schnauzer,a bastard with an unwieldy hint of saint bernard,a bastard with a kind-hearted hint of boxer,and a bastard with a undeniably feline hint,the dogs are all called laika,my john is ruddy and malicious,moustached and flemish,short and rancorous,skinny and short-tempered,scabby and cheap,much like all the other locals then,much like my mother then,much like my sheffielder angel then,much like my 3286 stepfathers then etc etc,we are fucking in the spare pen,the john is licking my morose but nevertheless gushing minge,every time i'm about to cum something starts to drip moan creak yap gag chatter pant bang kick hiss hurl die,at last i manage to forestall the canine racket,but the cum is rather mediocre,and my howling is quite fake,i shrug it off and start to suck my john's faulty boner,the rude cunt shoots without warning,his load is tepid and thick,greyish and bitter,abundant and fast,i store it in the pouches inside my cheeks,i spit some of it on his flaky sunburnt crown,he scowls at the ceiling,and then at me,and then at the ceiling again,laika number eight is frantically scratching the floor,laika number twelve is mournfully hooting,laika number sixteen is eating her leech-infested flank,all the other dogs are dying of boredom,and of dehydration,and of so many other deprivations,the john drags me out of the pen and pushes me into laika number fifteen's pen,the one with the ominous hint of rottweiler,and the cauliflower ears,and the cauliflower gums,and the maimed hind paws,"i'm not gonna wolf you down,silly whore" mutters he,"i want something younger and fleshier for my last supper,something male and flemish,rich and pure,sweet and sanguine" adds he,there's a yellow cross spraypainted on his belly,"how can you think about food when death is about to pounce??","death is always about to pounce,and i'm not afraid to die,maybe i'm even looking forward to it","no you're not",the john unlocks the pen and yanks my left leg,he drags me back into the spare pen,i get dressed,he hands me a red comb,i slowly gently comb my hair,i stab him in the throat and run out of the dreary pound,i run back into the pound,unlock all the pens and stab the john in the throat again,none of the canine creatures is very eager to flee,in fact they are all crouching and growling,i take off my collar,straighten my skirt and gloomily walk away. |
