Broken, bruised and bleeding

*Harry POV

She really is a very beautiful woman, heads turn when she passes by, men lust after her, open in their admiration of her. I see the desire in their eyes, the envy on their faces and I feel like a king with everything!

Why did I ever allow her to leave me?

I won't say I regret my dalliance with Lola as I don't suffer from such weakness, and have no concern for the feelings of others, but it was a shame that Syd came home from assignment early and caught us together. It made things more complicated than needed.

I wasn't concerned immediately, after all, I had all the power and control in our relationship, she knew not to question me or my actions, but she surprised me by disappearing!

We arrive outside our home... that just sounds so right... our home.... and I am bubbling with excitement for what's to come. I've been planning this reunion since she left, knowing that she'd eventually come home to me.... willingly or otherwise, it's all the same to me. Either way, she will never leave me again.

I turn to her and find she looks less than happy to be home. No matter, I have ways to change that.

"I've been creating some new games for us to play, I'm so excited, we are going to have so much fun!" I tell her, the thrill I'm feeling radiating through me only growing in the face of her disdain.

Getting out of the car I almost skip around to the passenger side, giddy with images of her, supplicant, pleading, tearful. Fuck, seeing her broken, bruised and bleeding does things to me that I can't explain. Watching her limp body passed from one to another, unable to fight but aware, her eyes registering and clearly displaying all the pain and terror..... OMG! I'm going to burst if we don't get things started soon!

"Right, here we are, home sweet home! Welcome back wifey! Come on now..." he enthuses..... " Come on, hurry up, 'The SIX' are waiting inside for you..... they want to give you a welcome home gift! They've been saving up for it since you ran away and left me. Isn't that kind Sydney? A gift.... for you, even though you were very naughty! What amazing friends we have, right...... 'Dolly'?!"

She flinched at the pet name, visibly shuddering but trying not to show it. That's what I love about my girl... she fights!

Well.... she fought!

She went through a phase when she didn't. I thought that maybe I had given her too much of her special cocktail and she couldn't, but after reducing the amount gradually to almost nothing I realised she had just given up fighting. It made me sad that she had lost her fight but then I understood...... she enjoys the pain!

If she won't fight with us then we will just have to up the ante and increase the pain until she does..... It's so much more fun!

Opening the door I usher her inside, anxious to reacquaint her with 'THE SIX'. They've missed her almost as much as me, and have been helpful in keeping me motivated to find her, keen to pick up where we left off with our little Dolly!

"Look who's here!" I announce excitedly as I guide Dolly into the centre of the hallway, 'THE SIX' already assembled, masks on, awaiting our arrival since I called them from the hotel. They cheer loudly, lewd comments about how heavy their balls are, what relief they will get from marking up her beautiful body, and the joy they will feel from punishing her for leaving them in this condition for so long begin in earnest, causing me to chuckle.

"Ok.... ok, settle down boys! I'm excited to get started too, but Dolly needs to be cleansed of all traces of that fucking ....... Australian! It already offends me that he has had his cock in MY wife, but I'll be damned if I'm going to put mine anywhere near her dirty slut pussy until it's clean, but don't worry! I plan to give her the cleanse of her life before dressing her in one of the pretty new outfits we bought for her while she was gone. I think you guys should go and eat.... we are going to need all our energy to give Dolly the welcome home she really deserves!!"

As they noisily head out of the room for the kitchen I turn to Sydney and take her by the arm, guiding her towards the stairs, up to our prep room. She drags her feet in a vain attempt to slow proceedings, probably because prep has never been her favourite part of our games, but she knows how important it is. Everything has to be clean and flushed, scrubbed and rosy...... well, at least when we begin anyhow!

"Oh Dolly!! I'm so glad you are finally home, we have all missed you so much. Now, let's get started shall we?!" I clap my hands together with excitement, open the door and guide her through, ushering her into a chair before locking the door.

She is trying incredibly hard to appear brave and unconcerned but her sweet, sweet fear is visible in her posture, her demeanour and in her eyes, which are wide and darting around the room, that look of horror and dread on her face filling me with anticipation for what is to come!

I first head to the small bar area and mix up her special juice, watching her as I do, delighting in her absolute and profound fear. Oh my god, how I have missed my Dolly!

I pour the juice into a specially designed cup, one that has what looks like an oxygen mask on top, a straw protruding from the centre. I place the straw to Dolly's lips and she instinctively presses them tighter together and turns her head away from me.

Yes!! Resistance.

I feel my cock twitch in my trousers.... for the first time in forever I have genuine excitement growing inside me. This is what she does to me.

I place my hand on her face and squeeze her cheeks together forming a pout, placing the straw at her lips and simply saying "Drink!"

She shakes her head, attempting to pull out of my grip, so I grip her tighter, a soft whimper falling from her lips as a single tear makes its way down her cheek onto my thumb. I shush her, telling her there will be plenty of time for tears later and again offer the straw, which this time she accepts. I press the seal around her mouth and tilt her head back, the liquid filling the mask, swirling around her nose and mouth, wetting her lower face. She has no option but to swallow it or she is going to drown.

I look into her eyes and watch the internal struggle play out within her. She is considering just breathing in the liquid and ending all this forever, her thoughts clear on her pale features. I won't allow that to happen, that's no fun at all! Letting her die?

No.... that won't ever happen, but observing fear and despondency in her eyes is genuinely one of the most arousing things I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing...... and only ever with my Dolly!

She correctly decides to swallow the cocktail of drugs and alcohol and I tell her that she made the right decision whilst sucking her tear from my thumb.

Mmmmmm, she tastes terrified!

Just the way I like her.

Once she has swallowed every drop of her drink I pull her to her feet and surprisingly she begins to walk to the far side of the room of her own accord, beginning to undo the jeans she is wearing as she goes.

I'm so proud! She hasn't forgotten the routine.

I take a seat in the chair she has just vacated and watch her as she bends over to lower the tight jeans down her shapely legs, stepping on each leg to pull them from her body, then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slides them down too before standing straight and removing the shirt and her pretty black bra.

She looks pleadingly at me through her lashes, her cheeks damp from crying, nose beginning to run, skin blotchy and red.

She looks fucking gorgeous!

I nod at her and smile, she is remembering her place and the rules so well so far. I patiently wait for her to take the next step but she hesitates, making the blood in my veins begin to simmer. I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows before standing up.

This action alone is enough to have her scurrying to climb up onto the stainless steel table. A small gasp leaves her, a shiver evident on her body as her beautifully golden skin meets the glacial frigidity of the metal table.

She turns onto her side and lays in the foetal position as I cross the room and begin to switch on the equipment.

I'm genuinely proud. She has so far remembered all her training, but I hope she isn't too compliant.... that would be no fun at all I tell myself, whilst placing the cold metal tube into her bottom and rolling her onto her back.

The effects of her cocktail beginning to take hold of her, she is physically relaxed, her muscles medicated into slackness making this easier for me. I turn on the machine and it begins filling her with cleansing fluids whilst pumping the waste from her body. She will soon be pristine for us.... both inside and out!