Part IX
Her
My body hangs, suspended and tortured from the strap that binds me so
totally...exposes me so completely. I have been ravaged in every orifice
that I possess, and yet the cruelest torment has been the yawning hunger
which screams in my mind each time you withdraw...leaving me empty and
unfulfilled...praying for the release that only you have the power to give
me.
I feel you move once again inside of me, plundering that which I have kept
for you alone...taking what you will with vicious thrusts of your body.
"Please," I hear myself whisper, "No more. Finish me...finish me." And then
it happens.
In one massive thrust you once again grasp my hips and join my body to
yours. All reason has fled. We are like two beasts in the field, coupling
urgently, desperately, all thoughts of civilized convention cast aside.
My pale tormented flesh, so ravaged by the lash, cringes as your assault
escalates. I cry out, over and over...but not my "word"...never
that...never that. I feel your crashing need plundering my delicate
passage, hammering deep within my belly...the pain...the pain...the
exquisite pain.
The room spins. My consciousness falters as wave after wave of shuddering
release wash over me, inundating me, swallowing me in its wake. I hear your
moan...loud and guttural as you spew your hot, thick seed deep into my
hungering maw...driving me...filling me...completing me. The room
darkens...the pain fades...and as I slip into one final moment of
consciousness I hear your strange strangled cry behind me.
Have I let you down, I wonder as the darkness overcomes me...have I let you
down?
Time passes [how long?].
Dimly, as though through a long and convoluted tunnel, I feel the firelight
once again on the backs of my eyelids. How long have I been lost...between
worlds? I have no idea.
My bonds have been removed, and I find myself curiously free once again,
lying as I was at the time of my devastation...on my stomach, atop the
leather couch upon which my tortuous adventure began.
I search the room. Have you gone? Have you left now that you have taken all
that I have to offer...all that I have to give? And then I see you, sitting
slumped in the soft leather chair, staring at my naked form in the
firelight.
Did I use my "safe word"? In my abandon, did it slip from my lips...have I
failed my test...my trial? I can't allow this to happen...I must continue
until all has been resolved... until...
Frantically, I scan the wall upon which so many curious and painful
implements reside. Surely redemption can be found there. There must be
something with which I can prove myself to you...to atone for my obvious
failures.
And then I spy them...deceptively small...the thought chilling me to the
bone...but it must be done. There is nothing else...nothing.
Weak and faltering, I force my body upward and stagger across the floor
toward my objective. I pause. Do I have the strength? Can I endure the
pain?
My hand, shaking uncontrollably, extends before me, and I feel my fingers
curl around the cruel steel teeth that I know will soon ravage my flesh. I
tremble. Already my body is responding to what I know is to come...to the
unbearable torment that my tender nipples will soon endure. Gently, I draw
the dusky flesh into my palm, tenderly caressing it to a rigid peak as
though to apologize for what I am to do. The jaws gleam hungrily in the
firelight...I close my eyes.
And then I feel it.
Your arms circling my trembling body...your lips against my throat...
And your tears.
Your hand covers mine, releasing my rigid grasp...the steel clamps dropping
softly to the carpet.
"No more, Sarah Rose...no more."
"Mercy..."
I turn to you, my eyes wide in amazement, unable to believe the word that
has escaped your lips. It is then, and only then that I realize my journey
was not taken alone...that you have been with me at every turn. My pain has
been yours as well. We are fellow travelers. Lovers who have transcended
the bonds of here and now...the mundane world. Survivors.
My strength falters, my knees quiver uselessly. Gently I feel myself swept
up into your arms...so strong...so protective as you carry me from the
chamber into the sheltered security of our bedroom, and place me...ever so
tenderly beneath the down comforter atop our big, soft bed. You slide in
beside me and I feel your lips nudge the frown lines from my forehead...a
final passing of what was...a homecoming.
The clock ticks...tiny heartbeats lost in infinity...and I begin to drift
off...lost in the safe haven of your arms.
But as I close my eyes one final time, I hear deep within me the "word" I
held so guardedly inside, the one that only now I fully understand. It is a
word that would have signaled my ultimate surrender...a word connoting
compassion, a blessing...escaping now from my lips in hushed and reverent
tones.
"Mercy," I murmur softly as I mold my body to yours... "mercy..."
The End
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