I whimper behing the gag in my mouth as the five men continue to torture me. I have a semi tolerance to pain, being a submissive in the BDSM lifestyle but I think even a hard masochist would have tapped out of this. It stared out with the man who brought me in tying me to the wall and flogging me. Then he injected me with something while I couldn't move and it made me unable to hold myself up while also stimulating me to hypersensitivity.
Then he chained me so I was hanging frin the ceiling and let four mor men inside. They gagged me and instead of a cock ring that I know these rooms supply they tied string around my cock and balls. Then the man sat back and watched the other four do what they wanted. One began whipping me, one chose a cane, one would taze me every one in a while and the other had a small iron bar that he would heat and tpuch to certain parts of me. Then they all took turns fucking me.
By now I can barely breath through the pain much less scream. Finally the guy who brought me in stands and walks over, taking his turn before coming in front of me and grinning. "This was fun doll but we can't let tell. So we're going to male sure you don't. Then he takes out a knife and my breath catches in my throat. He runs it along my arm barely cuttin me before stbing it into my leg. I sob as tears continue to run down my face. He pulls it out and walks around me.
I'm too worn to scream when he stabs my other leg. I finally let my head hang and flinch when he stabs my foot and steps back. "Remember to use separate exits." He says and I hear then each walk out a bit after each other. The last guy chuckles before turning the light out.
I knew working in clubs could be dangerous but I naively assumed this place was okay because of how strict security was. I feel myself becing weaker as the puddle of blood under me grows bigger. I wiggle my head as a last ditch effort and barely manage to grab the knife between two fingers. I take a few quick breaths unable to breath deeply, before jerling it out at and angle and sob some more.
My vision blurs as I shakily flip the knife, knowing if I drop it I may not be found in time. Once I have the knife situated I begin cutting at the rop holding me up I black out for a second before continuing and let out a small cry when I hit the floor. I manage to sit up and inch across the floor since my hands are behind my back and there's no way I can stand. Once I'm at the nearest panic button I squeeze my eyes closed. I'll have to stand to reach it and with my feet in such bad shape...
I steel myself and push up against the wallas more tears flow down. I'm up long enough to hit the button with my shoulder before falling back down. I just curl up and cry as the alarm goes off. Minutes later the door burst open and the light is flick on. I hear multiple gasps and feel myself begin to shake as spmeone steps closer. Arty...God what did they do to you." I look up at Master Matthias, and my eyes well up even more. He undoes my binds, unclasps the gag then sits me in his lap. "You will tell me what happened when you come awake. I'll take full responsibility for this and rest assured you will be okay. Now I have to cut these strings, I'm sure you'll pass out but don't worry. We'll be here when you wake up okay?"
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Matthias POV
Arty was a sweet shy sub. He came in three month's ago and just completed his training. Whoever did this to him will pay dearly. He sniffles and nods at my question and I slowly clip the horrible strings off first his ballsack, and then his cock. He lets out a pitiful squeak as he releases and faints soon after. I sigh and pick him up, then look toward Rod and Dom. "Check over the footage on who came in and out of this door. See who bought the room and how the hell they got into my establishment. And call Wendell and tell him that he needs to watch over inside the club for a couple of weeks." I then look at my sub, Oliver, and nod for him to follow. He seems distressed about Arty and I know they are friends so I'll have to tend to him as soon as I know he's safe. I take him to my private room before rapping him in a robe befpre taking him out of my personal entrance.
We head to Bert hostpital, knowing he deals with me abused subs in such cases, though usually not a severe. Once there I step out and Oli helps open doors and rush inside. "I need Bert, code red. He'll know what I mean." The nurse widens her eyes at the bou in my arms before rushing into the back. "Prep a room, and find Sandy and Max." I hear Bert's voice and let out a little sigh. When he comes out his eyes widen beforw narrowing at me. "I know you know better boy, what the hell happened?" I lay him on the bed they rolled over and sigh. "My men weren't thorough enough. It's my own fault for slacking, I've been paying more attwntuon on Oli amd slacked off. I'm taking full responsibility and have my men finding out who it was thay did this."
