IRON MOTHER
The woman with a will of iron and a loving heart
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Karl approached Emma’s bent torso. Emma never had to expose her bare bottom to the beatings before, why now? Emma was expecting the worst, but not this. First Karl’s coarse calloused finger started to part her labia major lips while his other hand steadied her in place. Emma was in shock. Could this actually be happening? This was her father’s brother. Was she imaging this? Karl quickly wrapped his powerful arms around her lower torso, still holding his whip in his right hand. He jerked her towards him, and at the same time violently pushed his pelvis and propelled his penis up against Emma’s vagina and thrust with all the power of his body to gain entry.
“I’ll show her. I’ll teach her obedience. I’ll exorcise the devil from her,” Karl thought.
Emma screamed. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing?”
Emma whirled around with such speed and force there was no penetration. She caught Karl off guard, and with a solid shove from her short, muscular arms, she sent him stumbling backwards as his huge body exploded against the closed door. This physical act of defiance at this time and place was not to be tolerated from a woman, let alone a girl. Emma’s eyes widened and she gasped in horror at the satanic sight.
“Oh my God,” she screamed!
She saw Uncle Karl with his pulsating incarnadine penis as red as his face. He had already started to dribble out his life fluid, giving his glans penis a glossy, wet look. Emma trembled with terror when she looked into his savage bloodshot eyes; they were afire with the look of some feral beast, or worse, like the devil himself. Karl’s mouth opened wide and he let out a vile unnatural screech, like yellow acid burning through black bile. The whip lay limpid in his hand, while his manhood stood tall and was still hard and erect. This time there was no warning; Emma never heard the rustle of Hilda’s skirt. Hilda crashed the door open and swooped into the room. She looked like a demon possessed. She saw Emma’s bloomers tangled at her ankles and Karl’s exposed penis. Without hesitation or question she grabbed the whip from Karl’s hand and started beating Emma with a fury Uncle Karl had never mustered. The lamb was being slaughtered. Another blood sacrifice.
“You whore, you witch from
The whip whistled through the air and landed with the thunderous crack of a rifle report. And with each and every hysterical scream, Hilda brutally beat Emma in sync with her ranting. This time the leather lasher tore into Emma’s skin. This time Emma did cry out. Not just because of the pain, but because of the public humiliation. She knew immediately Hilda blamed her. Hilda would tolerate no explanation. Emma thought of Jesus, scourged, flogged, flayed and bloodied. The Lamb of God, the innocent prince of peace, was torn asunder by the dogs of war.
“After all we did for that half-wit father of yours. We didn’t need you. We didn’t want you. Taking you in, feeding you, clothing you, teaching you to be a good Christian,” Hilda continued spiting out her vituperative chastising, while never stopping the beating. All the pent up anger and hatred she had for Emma and in truth for Karl, and maybe even for herself were loosed.
“You’ve ruined my life, you Judas, you jezebel,” Hilda screeched.
Emma raised her arms, fell to the floor and cringed into a fetal position—as if somehow she could fend off the lashing of the whip and Hilda’s acerbic, venomous tongue. Finally Uncle Karl grabbed Hilda, swung her off her feet, and carried her screaming out of the room. Emma knew there would be hell to pay.
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About the Book
What can a mother do to save her seven children and herself from an alcoholic, womanizing husband?
Emma Schuron, the Iron Mother, made a fateful decision. She threw her husband out of the house. In the early 20th century that act alone made Emma very brave, and made her a single mother, with no job or education. She had to learn the languages of the
Meet a cast of unforgettable characters who will come to fill the empty places in your heart. Greet all seven of Emma’s children. Marie, the eldest, married a Russian priest and moved to
Ultimately this is a book of knowledge, a primer that holds a mirror to life and helps us understand our own lives. Vices and virtues are laid bare so the readers can readily identify with the flesh and blood people they’ll meet throughout the novel. We’ll all be wiser after having read Iron Mother. Each character has had the breath of life given to them so they come alive with a heart and soul that will resonate with you long after the book is retired to the shelf.
About the Author
As a former creative director, Bruce Mitchell has written TV, radio and print advertisements, and is a published poet. In his novel, Iron Mother, Bruce draws on his diverse experiences to bring us to a deeper understanding of the forces that compel us to our decisions. Bruce is the consummate storyteller, breathing heart and soul into his characters. His revelations will resonate true with readers of Iron Mother long after the book is retired to the shelf.
Iron Mother threw her alcoholic husband out, and was forced to learn the languages of the mean streets to secure her daily bread for her seven children. She battled bookies, bad guys, even the Mafia to keep her economic freedom, and her life.