Syd POV
YANNI!??
Oh no, what has he done? How is he here? Thank god he is here!
NO!
He shouldn't be here, it's not safe. Harry knows about us, and has proved that he doesn't appreciate others touching what he views as his..... me!
I am unable to see Yanni from my position, THE SIX forming a barrier between us, their backs all I can see, but I can hear the sound of cable ties being fastened and then Yannis voice....
"I don't want to interrupt, I want to participate"
My heart stops. My lungs cease working. My brain refuses to work.
He cannot mean it, it's some kind of ploy, an attempt to save me, some kind of distraction technique.
I know this with all my heart, he loves me, as I love him, with an all consuming passion that would never cause harm of any kind to the other, so why does hearing those words leave his mouth hurt so much?
After replying with a disbelieving question Harry laughs. A long, loud and deep bark which swiftly becomes something more maniacal, the pitch and volume increasing until he sounds every bit the insane lunatic that I know him to be!
"You're a funny guy Yanni.... a very, very funny guy! Of course, I can't blame you for trying, there is after all something wonderfully intoxicating about our Sydney here isn't there!" he says, as THE SIX part in the middle, stepping apart from one another revealing what is hidden behind, as a curtain on a stage would. This drama all feeding the ravenous and insatiable demon inside Harry.
Footsteps approach me from my right side, my eyes drawn to look at their owner despite every fibre of my being knowing who they belong to, the weight of the footfalls, timing between steps, the slight drag of the heels... unmistakably Harry.
I have a limited view of the room from my position, face up on a leather medical couch, ankles secured with Velcro straps on either side, giving a clear and unobstructed view of my lace covered crotch. My hands secured together above my head with cuffs, attached to a chain that is itself secured to a large suspended hook at the end of a pulley system, controlled by yet another remote.
Harry walks behind my head and leans over me, kissing me on the forehead before placing his hands on either side of my head and gently turning it to my right, where I come eye to eye with Yanni, who is also secured in place, powerless to move his limbs, but fully able to see me and also to speak. I feel a tear run down my right cheek towards the cool leather of the couch, another leaving the inner corner of my left eye and spilling over the bridge of my nose before dropping onto the couch to join the other. My heart aches at the sight of him there, his face already a mask of misery. I have an idea of what is ahead for me and knowing that he will bear witness to that intensifies the emotional pain to a point where I truly believe my heart will stop any moment.
I don't want him to witness what is coming, and I certainly don't want to have to watch him as he does, but Harry is the director of this performance, and his will is certainly to punish both Yanni and I for our perceived transgressions and our disrespect of him.
"Syd! I'm here Syd, everything's going to be ok, I promise. I love y-uurrgghh!"
Yanni's words are cut off as one of THE SIX places a ball gag into his mouth and secures it tightly behind his head, his eyes never leaving mine. I try to scream at Harry, tell him that I'll willingly be his.... whatever it is that he wants.... forever, if only he will allow Yanni to leave now, to save him the emotional scars of witnessing the horrors I know are to come, but little more than a small puff of air leaves my slightly parted lips.
Harry walks along my left side and runs his right hand over my boobs, down my abdomen and then down my inner left thigh towards my foot, muttering out loud how my skin feels softer than he remembers, and how excited he is to leave beautiful bruises and bloody welts all over me.
Yannis eyes are shooting fire in his direction, while he vainly attempts to break free from his bindings.
I cannot bear to watch his struggle and attempt to close my eyes, but to no avail, he is directly in my eyeline and the drugs I've been given are working well to immobilise me.
Harry turns away from me and retrieves a wooden paddle from a specially designed rack behind him. I've seen this one before, experienced the pain it inflicts. It is usually introduced further into my torment, the appearance of it so early in proceedings is terrifying to me.
One side is smooth and flat, perfect for spanking, covering large areas in one stroke. The other side is something altogether more cruel.
Hundreds of tiny needle like spikes, only 3-4mm in length cover the entire surface.
He runs the smooth flat side up my leg, retracing his previous journey until he reaches my groin before raising it, rapidly and firmly bringing it down onto my inner thigh, the stinging pain radiating outward, immediately heating my skin and making my head spin. The cheers from THE SIX making my ears ring as Harry again brings the paddle down on the delicate flesh of my inner thigh before handing it to his number one who repeats the same on my right side before handing the paddle back to Harry who twists it in his hand, revealing the spikes side, demonstrating how sharp they are by placing the tip of his finger onto one and immediately causing a tiny droplet of blood to appear there.
Leaning towards my left ear and licking up my neck before biting down onto my cheek with enough force to just break the skin, leaving deep teeth marks and an instant bruise, and eliciting a tiny whimper from me, the effects of the juice beginning to wear off slightly, allowing some response from me.
"Oh good, how wonderful... boys, Yanni.... we are going to get to hear our Dolly's appreciative moans, and hopefully soon she will have regained enough control of her body to flinch, attempt to avoid our touches..... and hopefully attempt to fight us off. Isn't that great! Oh Dolly, how you please your Master and his friends"
My skin crawls at his words as his fingers trail upwards along my now extremely sensitive inner thigh. He reaches the lace covering me and he gently places his fingers inside it before swiftly and roughly tearing it from my body, the immediate chafing sensation as the stronger seams cut into my skin makes my eyes water, burning my tender flesh as it passes over me.
I am now exposed for all to see, however Harry seems to feel that Yanni's Front row seat does not give him the view of proceedings he deserves, so releases the brakes on the couch I'm strapped to and turns it 90 degrees so my feet are facing him, giving him an unrestricted view of my nakedness.
I can no longer see Yanni's face, which for me is a blessing. Watching the one you love suffer is a hell that nobody should experience. Poor Yanni does not get the same reprieve.
Number one is beckoned forward by Harry with a simple crook of his finger, conditioned over time to obey, just as I have been. He has a small wand in one hand, at first glance appearing to be a vibrator of sorts. In his other a small remote control.
A low pitched whining sound fills the room and I am able to feel my torso folding at the waist until I am sitting upright, the pulley system above me having shortened the length of the chain attached to my wrists.
I am raised further, my shoulders pulling painfully as I am lifted a few inches more until my bum loses contact with the couch, almost my full weight pulling heavily on my joints. I feel the familiar agony of dislocations is imminent.
Again face to face with Yanni, who has during this last few minutes been beaten by 2 of Harry's minions, a new wave of tears flow from my eyes at his condition. Blood pours from a cut above one eye, which is already swollen shut, his lower lip is also split and his head is tilted to the side, as if suddenly too heavy for his neck to support adequately.
I want to tell him I'm sorry. Sorry that he fell for me, sorry he has become embroiled in this toxic and dangerous relationship with me. Sorry we will never have the relationship we deserve. Sorry for what he is very soon to witness.
Just sorry!
One of THE SIX step behind Yanni and after grabbing 2 large handfuls of his hair raises his head so I am directly in his eyeline, just in time for him to watch Number one poke the wand into my abdomen.
A searing bolt of pain floods through me, almost a burning sensation at the contact site, but agonising muscle contractions throughout the rest of my body, my lifeless and immobile body spasming painfully for a few seconds before returning to its previous limp state. A stun gun! The bastard is electrocuting me.
Two more shocks follow, increasing in voltage each time. By the third shock I have regained some vocal sounds, and have also emptied my bladder, my shame dripping from the couch to the floor as my ankles are released from their bindings and I am hauled fully upright, my feet dangling inches above the floor, my entire weight now held by my bound wrists only.
I am turned 180 degrees and swung a few feet until my hips make contact with a bench and I am lowered over it, my now naked bum exposed for all to see. My calves are strapped to two leg extensions and cranked apart. I can feel the cold air on my nakedness but have little time to contemplate that before pain explodes across the backs of my thighs, rapidly followed in quick succession by further strikes from what I am able to identify as a whip.
"How are you enjoying the show so far Yanni? Doesn't our little Dolly look amazing?! Those red stripes across the backs of her thighs, drawing the eyes up to her peachy behind. Speaking of which..." Harrys voice trails off and I feel his icy cold fingers on me, massaging my cheeks, pulling them apart and digging his nails deeply into my flesh.
"Look at that Yanni. Isn't she gorgeous? Only one thing could make that view even more stunning. Do you want to take a guess at what that would be Yanni? Hmmm? What's that?! You don't know? Ok, why don't I show you then!"
The paddle strikes my right buttock with almighty force, the intensity of the pain so great a loud cry leaves my mouth. I feel the warm wetness of my blood beginning to trickle down onto my thighs just as the needle encrusted paddle again connects with my soft flesh, this time the left buttock. Another strangled cry, hoots of approval from THE SIX and Harry's heavy breathing fill my ears, but it is the tiny whimpering cry I know is Yanni that causes me the most pain and distress.
"Blood Yanni! Look at it. Isn't it the most beautiful sight? Thick, sticky crimson streams. I adore watching those small drops meet one another, combining into larger rivulets and travelling down her body, leaving beautiful abstract patterns on her perfectly smooth skin. Today we are going to experiment further than ever before. Our little Dolly here is going to become a living artwork.... well.... a barely living artwork....hence these amazingly beautiful daggers" he says with excited menace in his voice.
He is going to bleed me to death.