Learning To Submit Ch 27 1

Author's Note - This Chapter has a significant non-consent section, so please keep that in mind before reading.

This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!

Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.

Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!

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Saturday Justin took me back to the club for the first time since we'd come with Pat. We visited for lunch, and he introduced me to some of the other subs he'd trained. Many of them spent a lot of time at the club, either for meals or to enjoy the themed and public rooms at the disposal of club members. Some of them didn't have a regular Master, and used the club as a chance to sate their desire for both sex and submission. It was fascinating to talk to them, and learn more about submitting from other people who knew what I was experiencing.

Master Justin had left me with the group of girls to grab a phone call, and I was surprised when he returned to discover 30 minutes had passed in his absence. The girls were easy to talk to, and I hoped to have the opportunity to hang out with them again in the future.

After finishing our meals and chatting a while longer, Master Justin let me know it was time to leave. It was late Saturday afternoon, and I found myself still tired from my overnight wakeup as we rode home in comfortable silence.

As we headed into the house, he spoke for the first time, his voice soft and gentle and light.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I'm going to have room for dinner after that big lunch."

I smiled at Justin. I felt the same, and hoped this meant we could just relax for a bit.

"I feel the same. And I'm feeling a bit sleepy after all the excitement last night and then a big meal."

He chuckled, leading me into the TV room. We sat on two ends of the same couch and he pulled my feet into his lap after throwing on a movie. I'd learned that Justin was very good at helping me relax. He threw a blanket over both of us, and started rubbing my feet under the blanket.

The food and warmth and foot massage all combined to leave me sound asleep just a few minutes later.

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I woke with a start as a silicone bar was shoved in my mouth. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the gag. I saw a masked man headed toward me with a blindfold, and tried to get up and run, but a strong set of arms held me and set to work restraining me.

"She's hot. And a fighter. Should make it much more fun to play with her. Can't wait to hear her scream."

I was dragged to my feet by the strong arms restraining my hands behind my back, as soft cuffs were quickly placed and clipped together. I tried to kick at my assailants, but my feet were immediately restrained by another set of strong arms, securing my ankles to a spreader bar.

I listened in the darkness, but I didn't know how many people were in the room. All I knew was that I didn't recognize the first voice. I screamed out around the gag, hoping somehow Justin was safe and working to rescue me.

"What should we do with this one?"

Another unfamiliar voice.

"Leave him tied up in that chair. He's not going anywhere, and he can't help her."

I could hear Justin now, struggling and trying to yell, but he was also gagged. I sagged in my bonds. I was grateful he was ok, but with both of us restrained, no help was coming for me.

"Help me move this couch a little. I want to make sure her friend has a good view as we abuse her."

I could hear more muffled shouting, and what sounded like tears and begging from Justin. Hearing his reactions made my heart break. I wished I could make it better for him. At least make it so he didn't have to watch this. I silently begged him to close his eyes so he wouldn't have to endure what was going to happen.

"Hold her steady."

Strong hands clasped my arms almost painfully, removing the clips and repositioning them so they were hooked together in front of my body. I was helpless, and even if I could break the restraints somehow, there were at least a few strong men in the room, and I knew I'd never escape.

I felt a tug at my dress, and the unmistakable sound of scissors. A moment later the fabric fell away from my body, and I shivered, fully exposed to my captors. I held still remembering when I had discussed having my clothes cut off with Justin, and felt a little heat spreading through my body, overriding my fear with the first hints of desire.

"I told you she was a slut. No underwear. I already knew she wasn't wearing a bra when we saw those nipples poking through the dress."

I was shocked by how calm I was. I was restrained by strange men, my Master was in trouble, and now I was naked and exposed for their whims. I should have been freaking out, but my body had decided that I was helpless, and stopped fighting.

"Let's switch the gag. Might as well get to use that pretty mouth and the other two holes."

A hand closed over my nose and as I fought for breath, the bit gag was removed from my mouth, and replaced by something tugging my mouth open wide. I heard the click as it was locked in place. It felt like a spider gag, and I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing my fear at the knowledge I was totally helpless to their whims.

A hand in my hair forced me over the arm of a couch, and I could hear Justin swearing around a gag from across the room. I took a deep breath and did my best to relax. They were going to use me, and I couldn't fight it. I just hoped they wouldn't hurt Justin, and that Pat would be able to come home soon once they were done. I would need him, I knew, even if I was reacting better than one might expect given the circumstances.

They adjusted the spreader bar until my legs were splayed wide and both of my holes were open and exposed.

"This girl is way too calm. It's much more fun when they're screaming and crying. I think we need to hurt her a little before we start."

I could hear a few different chuckles around the room, as well as Justin fighting harder against his ropes.

I felt the first hard smack on my ass, and cried out. I tried to keep it in, but they definitely didn't hold back and the pain caught me off guard. A tirade of spanking followed, igniting flames through my ass as they continued to rain heavy blows on my soft flesh. Someone reached under me and pinched and twisted my nipples hard, making me buck against them.

The spanking stopped and I heard one of them shuffle around my face, grabbing me by the hair to examine my expression.

"Lots of drool but no tears. This one can take a beating. Time to try a little harder."

I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt coming free, and whimpered as I heard it whistle through the air.

The crack on my ass sent up a line of fire, and I couldn't stop the scream that tore out of my mouth. The belt rained down and tears sprang from my eyes. I was openly sobbing and I could hear quiet comments from the men watching. They had won. I had broken, and given them what they wanted.

Surprisingly, I couldn't hear Master Justin struggling anymore. I wondered if he'd closed his eyes like I hoped. But then I realized there was a more likely explanation. I pictured him from the training room, the first time I'd really seen the sadist come out. I wondered if that side of him had taken over, and was watching intently as my ass was reddened and taking blows from a belt. As my mind pictured his darkened eyes wielding the cane or his belt, I felt the telltale tug behind my belly-button, and a rush of liquid hit my pussy.

The belt hit the floor, and I took ragged breaths, trying to compose myself again. Tears were streaming down my face, but my body was responding with heat and desire to my helplessness and my memories of Master Justin causing me similar pain. I wanted so badly for it to be him right now, especially as I felt a finger swipe through my slit, making me moan.

"Holy shit. She's fucking wet! I think it's time to enjoy her."

The voice sounded excited, and I imagined it belonged to the person who had been wielding the belt. I was sure he enjoyed what he had done to my ass.

I felt a cock line up behind me and plunge deep into my pussy in one thrust. His cock was lovely, and I sighed as my hole was filled by a real cock for the first time in two weeks. It felt similar in length and girth to Pat's, and I moaned louder, wishing it was him. He moved in and out a couple times before pulling out and lining up my other hole.

"Her pussy is extremely wet. We should dp this bitch for sure. I want to try her ass out first before any of you fuckers break it."

I felt his cock sink into my ass and heard a groan from behind me. He grabbed my abused cheeks and pushed into my little hole over and over. I realized as he used my ass that his cock was big and thick, maybe a little bigger than Pat's, at least at the head. As he pounded into me, I started to echo his moans.

"Wow. You picked a great slut this time. I think she likes being raped."

I moaned again, horrified to know he was right. It was one thing discussing it with Master Justin while watching porn, but I didn't think if it ever happened in reality that my body would respond with anything but fear. Another realization hit me hard. I hadn't responded. Originally I was calm but pretty empty feeling. Scared, but mostly numb and resigned to my fate. It wasn't until I imagined Master Justin watching me get spanked that I reacted with lust.

I imagined it was him fucking me, claiming me as I had wished for on so many occasions, and my pussy spasmed hard. The cock in my ass kept pumping, and I was waiting for more than one of them to use me. I figured it was only a matter of time.

"Shit, her pussy is clenching. I think she likes getting fucked in the ass too. We should keep this one. Bring her home. Keep her in a cage. She'd make a good service slut if she's like this all the time."

"Let's just focus on using her here for now. Pick her up and stick her back on your cock when you do. I want to use that pussy."

The guy in my ass pulled out, and lifted me easily in his arms. A moment later he pulled me down hard onto his cock as he sat on a couch, and I moaned again as I leaned back on his strong chest and sighed, imagining it was Justin beneath me. My arms were lifted up and looped around his head, and I mewled at the pleasure of being manipulated so easily. I felt the heat of another body in front of me, and a second cock pushed into my pussy, making me cry out in ecstasy from the amazing full feeling settling into my core. I imagined it was Pat, and that I was submitting to the two of them fully. It felt amazing having both holes filled again, and I let my fantasies of being shared by Pat and Justin run wild.

I knew the fantasies would keep me sane. It was my way of protecting myself against what I might have otherwise been thinking. It made the experience beyond pleasurable, and as the two men claimed me, I came hard on the cock in my pussy, screaming out my orgasm through my gag. A moment later the two men sharing me grunted, almost in unison, and filled both my holes with their cum.

As I came down from my endorphin filled ecstasy, my brain was screaming at me to pay attention to the details around me. The breathing and groaning from the men who were still moving slowly inside of me sounded different from the voices that had spoken earlier. I recognized those sounds, and the scent of the men around me, and now that my fog of lust was lifting, I realized why.

I screamed and fought against my bonds, but strong arms held me tight on both sides. I willed myself to calm down from my excitement, and do my best to try to speak through the gag in my mouth.

"Mmph?"

Well at least it sounded like a question, even if it wasn't clear.

I heard my favorite familiar chuckle beside my ear as the cock in my pussy slid out, and strong arms helped pull me to my feet, removing my arms from the man behind me, and looping them over the one in front. I sagged against his body, exhausted from my orgasms but thrilled to be exactly where I was.

"I told you she'd figure it out."

It was Master Justin's voice and I squealed with pleasure as I realized the full extent of what had just happened.

The gag was released quickly and I was pulled into a claiming kiss, enough to melt every fibre in my body. I sagged into the arms that suddenly held me, somehow strong yet gentle, and fought to kiss him back as hard as he was kissing me. He was home.

Pat released me from the kiss and removed the blindfold, caressing my cheek and pulling me in tight.

"Hi."

Master Justin quickly freed my arms and feet, and I tightened my hold around Pat, squeezing him hard as he held me just as tight.

"But how? You're early! And oh my god."

I suddenly remembered the extra hands and unfamiliar voices. I looked around at the three other men in the room. They were clothed, and all holding cameras.

Pat smiled down at me.

"Some friends from the club. Justin helped me arrange it. We figured it would be a nice welcome home for me, and a fun way to explore one of your fantasies. You were always safe. They did the talking for us so you wouldn't catch on as fast, and they took videos which I'm sure we'll all enjoy watching another day. But only Justin and I touched you."

I nodded at him, and turned to look at Master Justin standing just behind me.

"That explains the trip to the club today, and the phone call."

He shrugged playfully.

"Pat only let me know last night so I had to work fast to pull it together."

He looked at the other guys in the room.

"Thanks. We couldn't have done it without you. I can't wait to see the videos you shot!"

The men smiled, setting the cameras down before jovially waving and slipping from the room.

As Pat stood, holding me and stroking my hair, another realization hit me. I looked up at Master Justin again, and suddenly my face burned with shame.

"What is it, little one? You've been very honest these last couple weeks. Don't get shy on me now."

"You fucked me."

The two men looked at me confused.

"It's not a bad thing. I just...Oh god."

My knees got weak and Pat caught me, carrying me to the couch. I could feel my pussy spasming, and I realized that the fantasy I'd created in my head crossing with the reality of what had just happened had almost caused a spontaneous orgasm.

As he set me down and Master Justin sat with us on the couch, I looked at Pat and begged him to understand. I loved him, but right now I needed a moment with the Master who I had been turning to for the last couple weeks. Pat smiled at my expression and nodded, and I crossed the couch to climb into Justin's arms. He held me tight as tears started to fall on his chest.

My tears came swiftly, and in moments I was sobbing uncontrollably. Justin silently picked me up and carried me to the bed in my room, Pat leading the way. Pat pulled back the covers as Justin slid in still holding me, and pulled me down to a lying position with him. I curled in the fetal position, head on his chest, as I let the feelings rage through me. Pat snuggled in behind me, and I reached out to grab his hand, feeling it like a lifeline in the emotion that was threatening to drown me.

My brain was firing like crazy, and I couldn't focus. My body and mind were in overload and I had no idea how to communicate what was going on. Justin leaned over and kissed my forehead, and my response kicked into overdrive. This was going to be a long drop.

As I calmed down a little, and started to stretch out my body, Justin rolled me to my back so I was equally between the two of them and they both held me tight. They each kept one arm around my back, Pat caressing my side and hip, and Justin caressing my other shoulder. I tried looking at each of them in turn, but a new wave of tears took hold each time one of them looked at me with so much compassion.

I flipped to my stomach curling into a ball, and buried my face in my hands, still sobbing. I cried for what seemed like an eternity, fighting against the tirade rolling through my body. The two men caressed my back and told me I was strong and beautiful and that I could have as much time as I needed to organize my thoughts.

Curled up, with my face in my hands, the tears started to dry up slowly. I took deep breaths and tried to slow my racing heart and calm my body down. My two Masters traced light patterns across my back, gently massaging and caressing, reassuring me that I was safe and they wouldn't leave me.

When I finally felt calm enough to try to explain the jumble of thoughts and emotions, I sat up turning slowly between them so I could see them both. They both sat up with me, patiently waiting for my explanation as I wiped the tears from my face.

"I'm sorry."

Of all the words to start with, I don't think either of them expected it to be those two.

Pat took one of my hands and Justin followed suit and took the other. Pat smiled gently at me before speaking.

"First, whatever is eating you inside you have nothing to apologize for. Second, I'm curious which of us you feel merits an apology. We just simulated raping you. Obviously we both knew it was a fantasy and we both watched to gauge your reactions and if at any point we'd worried it was too scary for you we would have stopped. But if anyone deserves an apology I'm pretty sure it's you. If not only for the deception, at least for the emotional rollercoaster we clearly put you through. I've never seen you drop like that."

"Me neither. And I've pushed you to a few pretty good ones prior to this."

Both men were calm and neither seemed angry so I took a deep breath and started to talk through my feelings.

"I'm apologizing to both of you, for different reasons and multiple things. And I'll get to all of it. But I do want to say that the rape fantasy was amazing. I actually feel extremely strong to have mentally gone somewhere that kept me safe and allowed me to enjoy it. I hope one day something like that can be play acted where I know it's going to happen and I can avoid the true fear and stick to the fun kind, although I think the real fear likely pushed my eventual response even higher."

They laughed, and I smiled. Pat squeezed my hand.

"I'm sure Justin would agree to a repeat performance where you had a heads up."

"Fucking right I would. After the last couple weeks, especially."

I smiled at both of them, happy for the easy banter between them. I had been afraid they would feel some awkwardness when Pat returned home, but they seemed completely relaxed with each other.

"Cutting my clothes off was definitely amazing. Please feel free to do that any time. Maybe I'll have to do some thrift shopping so we can buy cheap outfits for the purpose."

Justin's eyes started to darken, and my necessary apologies came back full force. I knew I needed to get all of this out before either of them distracted me.

"The way I'm feeling right now though, it's complicated. Pat I'm thrilled you're back early and when I realized it was you in front of me I wanted to rip through the bonds and tackle you and just hold you forever. But then I realized that after all the abstaining from sex with Justin over the last few weeks, we'd crossed that final boundary, and I hadn't even realized it. Which is my first apology to him."

I squeezed Justin's hand and he smiled back at me, waiting to allow me to finish sorting through my thoughts.

"The way I reacted. You must have thought I was sad or angry or feeling violated. But the truth is when I realized it, I almost came. It wasn't at all how I imagined the first time with you would be, but I know we've both been fighting the desire since Pat left, and I was overwhelmingly happy to know you'd finally had a chance to use me."