Held Together

From TSade

Ribbons of paper blowing across the parking lot,
Proclaiming the strength of the nylon rope.
Bright white and brighter yellow
Wrapped around my hips, my chest, and my shoulders.
More and more until nothing can shift,
Except for the two aching mounds of my sex
Tied at the base and begging for release.

But for my arms and legs, they are free.
The smell of gasoline and asphalt
Loud against my beating heart.
Five large trucks.
Two rams, two from Japan,
And my resting spot, something big and red.
Strong hand, not too gentle, pick me up
Laughing at my wrapped body.
To hold me together, they said.
Warm steel against my back
And more rope, wrapping me tighter still
Against the rumbling hood of my engine.

My lover slowly crawls on top
Enjoying my immobility with her lips.
Lapping and touching, pressing fingers deep inside.
Her right breast is torn almost in half,
The result of a meat hook and the rest of our friends.
Around us, they watch.
Some missing eyes, others with ragged wounds long healed.
But none like me.
No one was willing to go so far.
Her smile is against her lips,
Fingers wrapped around my aching mounds.
She asks me if I want to give up.
I don't.
I smile.

They finally start to wrap my limbs.
Not to the truck and not to my body.
But to long chains streaming out across the ground.
Hooked tightly to the other trucks.
My dare, my life, my hope.
Nylon rope around my wrists and elbows,
Almost up to my shoulders, but never quite there.
More around my legs, spreading them apart
With the final wrappings.
Five bundles, one body.
One frightened woman already soaked.
My lover caresses my openings,
Teasing the soaked lips and clenching ass.
Then more ropes to tie me down.
To hold me together.

She asks me one more time.
And I answer just the same.
With a screech of tires,
The four horseman launch across the ground.
Burning rubber hot in the air.
My heart skips, my breath caught.
Her fingers wrapped so tightly around my swells.
Digging claws into their base
As her orgasm rips through her body.

My heart is hurting, my lungs screaming.
The vibrations of the ropes shaking
Already sending anticipation spiking through pleasure.
One rope shook more violently too soon.
Going from slack to burning tightness
Between one thought and another.
A scream rips out of my throat,
Anticipating before the explosion of pain.
Muscles and skin ripped apart.
Bones popping endlessly later.
And my lover's face splashed with blood.
Then the others reached their limit.
Arms and legs being yanked and torn.
My body screaming from the incredible pleasure
Heat and agony flaring into pleasure.
My mind finally snaps and darkness invades.

When I wake, there is nothing but terror.
Unable to kick, unable to push away.
Disconnected arms refusing to move,
Nothing to wipe the red from my eyes.
Then my lover, tears in her own,
Reaches down to wipe them clear.
The love and lust burning so bright.
Drowning out the smell of burning flesh.
My heart was given to her,
But that wasn't enough.
Now I am hers, mind and body.
Even my breath is hers to own.
My body is no longer my own.
And that brings a sob to my lips.
Of love, of lust, of surrender.

They say it is the ropes
That held me together.
Prevented me from being torn apart.
But it wasn't.
Not even close.
It was her love.
Her endless love
And the passion of my heart.

t'Sade
2004-09-15