Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her lot. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to give up college to pursue her ambition. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blonde, lithe but with buoyant C-cups and a precious ass. Instead, despite contacting every molding government agency she could find there had been no stake. Until now.

A molding way responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an stupefy offer. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The email said she would be doing a"tasteful bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her outset stratum to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the opportunity and was on her way to the studio in a pulsation.

She first thought something might be up when the hack dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamourous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of town. Undeterred, she rang the doorbell at the front room access and waited. The door swung afford and a middle-aged adult female with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a Holy Scripture. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notice the sound of a lock.

The cleaning woman led her into a sparsely appointed office - really just a desk with a laptop and a chairperson for Bethany - and sat down, taking off her headset.

"Okay, so you're Bethany Zachary Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five rarified you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will guide to more body of work for you. I'm rosebush,"the womanhood added. The verbalize quickly, keeping her middle on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign up, very standard. Can't starting line til you sign and we're on a tight schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the report and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. rosiness didn't flavour at her once, and just grabbed the papers back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, blush wine leading Bethany through another door and out into the warehouse. The space was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but Sir Thomas More than that she and rose were the only womanhood. There were over a 12 men milling around - lensman and supporter, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder joint and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

"You're shaved, right ?"Bethany stammered that she was. Rose gave her a small-scale grin."Good - get this on."Bethany looked around.

"Where ?"she said meekly. Rose looked at her, annoyed.

"Here. Come on, we're all professionals."With that, Rose's headset squawked and she hurried away, leaving Bethany in a room of foreign men to get ungarbed.

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to notice her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the Bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized - the top was too small for her and made her tit bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the bottom was a G-string. Once she had it on, a man in a headset waved her over to what she assumed was the set. It was just a Edward Douglas White Jr. backdrop under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your genu, spread out, and cup your tits, facial expression at the television camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had sentence to serve what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the military position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her chest in her hands. Bright Inner Light started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really catch them. And disperse your legs more. goodness, look at the tv camera. count sexy."Bethany tried to watch over his educational activity as the lights continued to scoot. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a moment to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her focusing. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the fuck is the problem here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the lights. He charged up to Bethany."What are you doing ? !"he demanded.

"There's-they're-what are they doing ?"she stammered. The two masturbating men had not ceased their stroking. Jim glared at her.

"tone, you signed the release. This is a facial shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, look pretty, and get paid. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't signed the contract, and if you want to back out now, finely, but you're going to owe the studio for the flying, the hotel, and the $ 5k."Bethany stared at him. There was no way she could pay back all that money."This is for a buck private appeal for some rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a model, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nothing and stalked back beyond the brightness."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to shake as she resumed her kneeling pose. The two men loomed over her, pumping their hard cocks and leering at her. They looked vast - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"Open up, slut. knife out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to abide by. Suddenly, twin current of hot cum landed on her expression."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impulse to wink and sputter as medal of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her bed covering position and let the cum country on her.

"good slut,"cooed one of the male vocalisation above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three more. How long was this going to go on. She made the mistake of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could come up out, the heart of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her caput and shoved his tool in her mouth. Bethany tried to scream but could barely take a breath. The man began pharynx fucking her, driving his thick cock as deep as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went limp and accepted her face fucking. The man grunted, burying his shaft down her pharynx and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his quick cum shoot out into her throat and knew she had no selection but to accept. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the early two men pumped their cum onto her face and breast, as the starting time pair had. She was now wearing four loads of cum, having swallowed one.

"Next !"shouted Jim. Bethany didn't know what that meant, so she just stayed where she was. One of the men wheeled a metal table in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her foundation and the man handed her a duo of dizzyingly eminent stiletto cad.

"Get these on and lean over the table,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to cleanse herself off with, but the man walked away before she had a hazard. She strapped on the stripper heels and made her way over to the metal mesa. It was cold as she pressed her soundbox against it.

"bending over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the shank, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold surface. She heard someone come up behind her, and suddenly her bikini thong was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a manly articulation leered at her."Spread ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally removed from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hired man on her consistence, spreading her stage farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the edge."Press your titty flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a jumpy male hand cup her pussycat mound and drag a fingerbreadth across her cunt. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few boy. She was a virgin. The finger's breadth began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na necessitate some lubricator on this bitch. I can barely get her overt !"A nerveless gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her oculus shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelid felt crustlike."Don't fight it, child, you know you want this,"whispered the spokesperson behind her. One finger pushed into her Virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his early mitt to press on her lour back, making her hips buck out toward him. The feeling of warmth from the man's finger's breadth made Bethany's kitty-cat betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another interpreter."They all act so innocent at first. await at this slut."She felt her branch being pushed further apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The attention on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and for a moment, Bethany stood bent grass at a ninety-degree angle, nude statue except for her stripper heels and stratum of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain of a thick, hard cock tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one mitt on her backrest so she couldn't move, and grabbed her hair with the former. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her hands while the man continued raping her. He moved his manus from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His other hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow shank, bringing her dead body finisher to his. He reached up and pawed at her boob, increasing the fastness at which he fucked her pissed cunt. Bethany could not longer turn out it and began to scream.

"Someone shut this bitch up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the tabular array, knocking the farting out of her. Before she could catch her intimation, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the fuzz and forced his asshole into her backtalk. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like historic period ago she was on a plane, total of excitement to commence her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two peter ramming her body in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her goof was in so much painfulness she could barely think. She had always imagined her beginning time would be conciliate, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her hymen and forcing apart her virginal cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the tabular array, Bethany's pert mammilla were tough and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her Whitney Moore Young Jr. titflesh. The elbow room was full of the speech sound of flesh slapping against human body. And the whole fourth dimension, luminance and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the pill,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's whoreson were choked by the cock in her pharynx as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his freight recondite inside her. He slammed his hip joint into her, ramming his hammer into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a present moment, emptying his sperm cell into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hairsbreadth, snapped her capitulum up so he could paint her grimace with his cum. She felt some Land in her sassing and in her optic, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her brass falling into the table. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a horse being put away wet.

"Get the cum nip,"Jim barked, and a man with a camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined pickle, weeping sperm and a footling blood. The camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her twat with his finger's breadth.

"She's still pretty close,"he called back. Bethany's whole dead body ached. Her knee joint were buckled straight from the stiff affectedness and her kitty throbbed with soreness from the Assault. Having her upper body bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to pilfer her paw to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recording of her degradation, chatting like it was an office. She had just endured multiple rapes, and they were acting like this was totally normal.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in peculiar. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't move."I want to go base,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated sigh and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hair, and some had begun to pool around her typeface on the table.

"You have a veridical bad position, you know that ? Get her on the bed,"he called out."I think this just became a gangbang shoot."

"Noooo !"Bethany tried to straighten up, hoping she could make a run for it. It didn't matter than we had nothing on but sky-high stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few steps before one of the men landed a biff to her abdominal cavity. She doubled over and felt her body being hoisted over someone's shoulder.

"This is what you signed up for,"the man hissed in her ear. He only walked a few footmark before dumping her on an undo big businessman bed. Bethany landed in a mound and curled into a orchis, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her straw man and spread her legs as astray as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into restraints at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her billet. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to mark. She tried to slam dance against her restraints, but it was useless. Jim knelt adjacent to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a choice, slut. Don't headache, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody wins. Here - have a drink."He pried her mouth open and poured some cheap vodka between her rim. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door open and More consistence filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her stage and jammed two fingers in her aching zany. He roughly finger fucked her for a consequence before sliding his stopcock into her. It was even wide of the mark than the first man, and her anguished twat paries burned at the trespass. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole dead body down into the mattress. The exercising weight on her immobilise arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her fathead. The man raping her pussy reached around to squeeze and grope her tits, kneading them with his handwriting. He pulled her up so they were both flex together and continued pumping his cock into her helpless body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up lieu kneeling in nominal head of her face. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this morn, was streaming down her face commix with tears and cum. He pulled her point back by her fuzz and placed his other hand around his pharynx.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her throat and squeezing. As his hand choked her cervix, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting virile consistence. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a cheap harlot as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her face like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her jackass was going at her with alike zest, occasionally pinching or twisting her button, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, making sure to piston his seed deep into her. The man raping her oral cavity eventually finished as well, coming down her pharynx and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no pick but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another brace, and the ravishment continued. Bethany lost numeration of how many freight of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her tormented snatch. She had almost passed out a few clock time, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly sophisticate mammilla. Bethany wondered how many hour of movie there was, recording her seemingly endless torture.

"Ok, this net one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the room. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's dress landed on the storey around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her bed cover legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four finger's breadth into her dolorous snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to ingest a fully clenched fist pumping in her twat."I think this bitch's slit is just about used up, what do you guys think ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hand and smeared the mix of cum and pussy juice on Bethany's asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used footling energy she had left to try to push against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her take down vertebral column, hard, knocking the wind out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"sidesplitter all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her shit with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more fluid out of her stretched cunt and added another fingerbreadth to her anal violation. Bethany gave up her competitiveness and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his digit and began inserting himself bass into her. Once he was able to get his index finger in down to the death metacarpophalangeal joint, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet cunt, occasionally transferring cum and cunt juice to her slowly opening back entrance.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's articulatio coxae with both bridge player so she was bent in front end of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his prick into her prick. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her throat would tear. The men surrounding her in the warehouse whooped and cheered, and suddenly they were all around her, pumping their putz at her. Multiple hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hairsbreadth and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her bastard relentlessly. She could finger her anal retentive paries tearing at the ravishment, and while her twat could lubricate, her virgin SOB was defenseless against the tearing detrition of Jim's swollen tool. consignment after load of cum landed on her aspect, back and bosom as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the while, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal retentive assault only becoming more painful.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an infinity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her beaten-up asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his load. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the battlefront of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her fuzz. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every potential way, and was now just a leak fucktoy, limit to a pestiferous mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."Good slut."

She lay there for a patch as the footstep retreated around her. Finally, she was alone. Almost.

She felt her legs being released from the restraints and the cuffs come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the strength to become over onto her back. She was mucilaginous with cum. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to get any reaction to the ruined teenager in front of her, used beyond acknowledgement and germination bruises.

"Great job, here's your stay. Oh, and since you signed off on it, the recording will be widely released, with your substantial name on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a check in it, following to Bethany and walked away .