My feet in iron stirrups
My legs open wide.
Opening a path
For the life growing inside.

The doctor enters to make
My fantasy turn real.
I gladly suck him off as pay.
My fetus' last meal.

With a wicked smile,
I stroke my belly with my hand.
I whisper, “He will chop you up and suck you out
All on MY command.'

My body is a death trap
For the one whose only crime
Is being in the wrong mother
At the wrong place and wrong time.

What power abortion gives me!
That great, erotic rush.
There is a LIFE inside of me
And it's mine to crush!

Will my child go to Heaven?
Does God love her well?
Or, unbaptized and unsaved,
Will she burn in Hell?

I hope my child goes to Hell
For it fills me with such glee
To know my baby's suffering
Will not end with me.

As the doctor's tools enter me
I cum the first of many times.
I revel in my sinfulness.
My unpunished crimes.

Though dying and dismembered,
I still feel my child twitch.
Its pain just makes me laugh and cum.
God, I’m such a bitch!

As the vacuum tube whirs to life,
My cries of pleasure fill the room.
I have a long, intense orgasm
As it's sucked right out my womb.

In payment for a job well done
I let the doc cum on my face.
He throws my baby in the trash.
Its final resting place.

Soon I will take the seed
Of another horny boy
So that I can once again
Feel this murderous joy.

My child's dead and I am free.
Everything as it should.
I used my right, my will, my power to kill it.
And boy did it feel good!