She woke up naked on a stained mattress in a windowless room, wrists tied above her head to a metal ring. The door slammed open and two men walked in, already hard in their jeans. One grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright. "Time to learn, bitch. Open your mouth."
Her protest died when the first thick cock shoved past her lips. He fucked her throat without mercy, balls slapping her chin, spit and precum dripping down her tits. "Suck it right or I'll make it hurt worse," he growled, thrusting deeper until her eyes watered. She gagged, throat convulsing around the shaft, but he held her there, forcing her to swallow every inch.
The second man spread her legs and rubbed his fingers over her dry pussy. "Not wet yet? We'll fix that." He slapped her clit hard, then shoved two fingers inside, pumping roughly while the first man kept using her mouth. She tried to twist away but the ropes held. Every thrust into her throat made her body jerk, and soon her cunt started to slick up around the invading fingers.
"Look at that, she's getting the hang of it," the second man laughed. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her face, and replaced them with his cock in one hard shove. She screamed around the dick in her mouth as he bottomed out, stretching her tight hole. They took turns pounding both ends, switching positions so she tasted her own juices on the first man's cock while the second one railed her from behind.
Hours passed in a blur of orders and use. They made her ride one while the other held her head down on the other cock. "Bounce on it like a good slut. Learn how to take it deep." When she faltered, a hand cracked across her ass, leaving red prints. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, getting wetter with every slap and thrust. They came on her face and tits first, thick ropes covering her, then made her lick it up before fucking her again.
By the third round she was dripping down her thighs, hips moving on their own when they told her to grind. "That's it, fuck yourself on that cock. You want it now, don't you?" She moaned instead of answering, the raw, filthy words pushing her over. They flipped her onto her back, one holding her legs wide while the other drove in deep, hitting her cervix with every stroke.
Her orgasm hit hard, pussy pulsing and squirting around the invading dick.
They didn't stop. They kept her there for days, teaching her positions, how to suck balls, how to beg for cum. Each lesson ended with her covered in it or filled with it, her body trained to respond. By the end of the week she was arching her back and spreading her own legs when they walked in, throat already working in anticipation.
On the final night they untied her and told her she could leave. She stayed on her knees instead, mouth open, waiting. They laughed and gave her what she had learned to crave.
