Training Gabbi

Gabbi steps inside like she’s already half-owned. They make her strip, mark the time, and run her through the books she’s read and the holes she’s worked. One man, maybe two, take turns feeding her their cocks until her jaw aches and spit runs down her tits. She gags, breathes, takes it deeper. They bend her over next, test how wet she gets when fingers pry her open, then slide in thick and steady until her cunt clamps and she’s told to come. When they flip her onto her back and push past the ring of muscle she wasn’t ready to give, the stretch burns and she whimpers, but the hand on her throat keeps her still. They drill until she loosens, sweat sliding off her collarbones, then pull out, wipe off on her tongue, and send her to the corner. Day one ends with her ass throbbing, throat raw, and a list of what she still has to learn.