Syd POV
So far tonight 2 of THE SIX have raped me. Pretty standard, straight vanilla sex, aside from the fact that I'm suspended by my arms, drugged, unable to fight back and the other members hold my legs up and apart to assist them in their defilement of me.
I have been able to wiggle my fingers a little, and my vocal sounds are getting stronger, although I haven't yet tried to form words.
As per the usual for this type of evening, the first two have their fun, then while they take a break... a short interval for them to rehydrate and fuel up, and for me to be flushed clean ready for the next 2 .... Harry puts on some kind of entertainment for them all.
Usually he would start small, some spanking, maybe nipple clamps and some slaps to my face, that kind of thing, but today he started with biting so hard he drew blood, pin covered paddles and cattle prods. I've suffered these tortures before, but usually they are at least midway through proceedings.
I'm terrified of what will come today after Number 3 and 4 have had their turns using my body. He did tell me he had been busy coming up with new 'games' as he calls them.
Currently Harry has me hanging a few inches from the ground, suspended like a side of beef in an abattoir, which incidentally is where he acquired the pulley system I'm attached to.
He has used the enormous knives on the table beside him to cut off my clothes, certainly to demonstrate how sharp they are, the ankle boots and stockings the only items of clothing he has left on me, and both are already badly stained with my blood.
I've lost count of the number of times he has whipped me, the first 6 I recall, then, as if my guardian Angel reached into my brain and flicked off the pain switch, I ceased to feel anything, losing count. After that sixth I lost time, unsure whether I became numb, or whether I lost consciousness briefly. I suspect the latter.
Unfortunately my ability to feel pain has kicked back in with a vengeance, and as the next strike slices through the air and then my skin, I scream out, surprising everyone present, including myself, with the power and volume of my pain.
"OH FUCK...... YES DOLLY! That's right, scream for me! Scream for your Master. Feel the pain, every nerve ending on fire, feel the blood running down your back, over your beautifully ruined arse, trickling down your thighs and seeping into your stockings. You look amazing Dolly Darling. So close to being broken, but I don't want our night together to end too early, so for now I think I must show some restraint, give you a little break. Does that sound good Dolly? Can you tell Master if that makes you happy? Hmmm?" Harry smirks, the handle of the whip held close to his mouth. He looks every inch the deranged maniac he is, his hair wild, some plastered to his forehead with sweat. Clearly the effort of trying to slice me in half has taken its toll. I want to laugh. Ridiculous I know, but I find it amusing that he is already tired from his efforts. A strange, gurgling choking sound leaves my mouth, which must have Harry somewhat concerned as he is immediately fully in my face checking I'm not in fact suffocating on my own blood, which is what it sounds like in my head.
I am laughing!
He looks ridiculous up so close, like a fish in a bowl. My laughter is little more than a wheeze at this moment, but it is clear to him that I am laughing at him.
I become aware of a similar sound from across the room and raise my eyes to find Yanni staring in our direction, tears streaming down his bloodstained face, shoulders shaking violently. I feel closer to him in that moment than I have ever previously.
We, the two of us, together, are defying Harry, showing him that no matter what he does we will not be broken as he wishes. We are united. We are one!
Harry does not take our laughter well, punching me in the stomach before rubbing my cheek with his thumb and shushing my whimper, kissing the top of my head, before clicking his fingers for one of the minions to hold my head up so I can witness his assault on Yanni.
Shaking his head and tutting, Harry crosses the room to another open rack and studies the contents while rubbing his chin, making a big performance out of selecting an item which we all know will be used to beat Yanni.
"You know Yanni, we've never met in person before but I already feel like I know you. Lola... you remember her don't you Yanni? Foxy little firecracker, really good at taking some rough play as I'm sure you know, but SOOO disloyal... she happily shared information about you with me.
Unlike our little Dolly here, she was very skilled in using her feminine wiles to get what she wanted wasn't she! Is that what it was about her that got your dick hard for her? Did she flatter you, promise you everything? Give you all that you thought you wanted? Was it the fact that she was so willing to be whatever you wanted her to be that did it for you Yanni? I'll admit, that's what first intrigued me about her. When she arrived on my doorstep to tell me that you were having an affair with my wife I laughed at her. Ridiculous! My Sydney had no time for an affair. When she wasn't with me she was working, and I had friends all over, keeping a little eye on her... there was no way. But then she produced the 'fictional' story written by Syd and as I read it I realised, just as she had, that nobody could write that well unless they had experienced it, and I knew that those were not the kind of experiences she had with me, so it had to be true. She told me you were a nice guy, a great fuck, but that she wanted more. She felt she deserved more, and she felt sure that your career would soon have run its course..... little pop stars never last long after all do they!? She said she felt a little bad that she'd managed to snare you but you made it so easy, almost desperate to be loved she said. What bothered her most was the fact that she had never loved you, and in fact, had continued her relationship with your housekeepers son! That did make me chuckle. She was literally fucking him right under your nose. Of course, by now I already hated you, for having touched whats mine, but that wasn't going to be enough, long distance hate. I had to punish you for your indiscretion and disrespect"
Yanni releases a muffled scream as he is struck across the back with a large rubber cosh, followed by what appear to be attempts at words, then that wheezy choking sound... he's laughing again!
He is rewarded for his laughter with a blow to the face which opens a large gash in his left cheek and I'm sure renders him momentarily stupefied.
"N..... nah..... nah.... N..... NOOOO!" I manage to shout, Harry turning to look at me with the most wicked glint in his eye.
"Sydney! Welcome to the conversation Darling! I'm just explaining to our dear friend Yanni here that you are, and always will be, mine and mine alone. Isn't that right sweetheart!?" he says sweetly.
I attempt a nod but am so weak I'm not able, but that won't satisfy Harry anyway. He always loves verbal responses. I'm going to have to speak. I don't know if I can!
"Here's an incentive for you Sydney sweetheart. How about this..... for every 5 seconds you take to answer me I will use this cosh on his handsome face. Hopefully it won't take you too long to find your words Darling or he could quite possibly be disfigured for life, and that would be a terrible waste of such good looks now wouldnt it!?" he taunts.
My heart is breaking, this is the most horrific thing I have ever had to witness. Harry has finally done it, after years of trying he has done it this time. He has found my weakness.
My love for Yanni.
That puts him in incredible danger.
"One, two, three, four....." he counts
I try to speak but nothing comes out. Yanni is struck across the right cheek!
"One, two, three" he begins again, and again I attempt to reply but utter gibberish is all I can manage
Yanni is this time hit in the stomach. I flinch and from somewhere find a tiny ball of energy. I close my eyes and concentrate on cultivating it, nurturing it into two understandable but entirely abhorrent words....
"Come on now Sydney, concentrate darling. I thought you loved him. Surely you can manage 2 little words to save him any further harm cant you!? Of course you can. So come on Dolly... are you mine, and mine alone?!"
To hurt me, control me and reclaim me as his Harry will take him to the edge of death and then give me an ultimatum.
Go back to him voluntarily and give Yanni up completely, which will permit Yanni to continue to live.... or don't, which will mean Yanni never leaves this house alive, and I will belong to Harry again regardless. No choice. I have no choice. To keep him alive there is only one option available to me.....
I must let Yanni go.
I summon every ounce of strength I have left and manage to croak out
"Yes...... Mar..... ster!" Before my head is dropped by the minion, all I can now see are blurry visions of my toes through my tears.