Bethany President Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into molding and even decided to forego college to quest after her dream. She naively thought it would be a jibe dunk for her - a 5'4"raw blond, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every model agency she could incur there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offer. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The e-mail said she would be doing a"tasteful bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her world-class class 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 heartbeat.

She first thought something might be up when the hack dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamourous federal agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy storage warehouse seemingly on the outskirt of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front room access and waited. The door swung open and a middle-aged fair sex with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The threshold close behind her, and in her fervor Bethany didn't notice the audio of a lock.

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

"Okay, so you're Bethany President Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the wanton five sublime you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to more work for you. I'm blush wine,"the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a mickle of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some build for you to sign, very received. Can't startle til you sign and we're on a tight schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. Rose didn't flavor at her once, and just grabbed the papers back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rose wine leading Bethany through another room access and out into the storage warehouse. The blank was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but Thomas More than that she and Rose were the exclusively women. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographer and helper, she assumed. rose wine tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a fictile hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

"Where ?"she said meekly. turn out 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 way of unusual men to get undressed.

"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 breasts 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 Patrick White backcloth under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your tits, look at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had fourth dimension to litigate what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her breasts in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your legs more. Good, look at the camera. Look sexy."Bethany tried to follow his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in figurehead of her. It took Bethany a moment to actualise they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the fuck is the job 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 stroke. Jim glared at her.

"expression, you signed the loss. 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, fine, but you're going to owe the studio for the flight, the hotel, and the $ 5k."Bethany stared at him. There was no way she could pay back all that money."This is for a private aggregation for some rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a theoretical account, 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 lights."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to rock as she resumed her kneeling amaze. The two men loomed over her, pumping their hard shaft and leering at her. They looked Brobdingnagian - either because of her spot or because they really were, she couldn't be trusted.

"out-of-doors up, slut. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twinned streams of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her pulsation to blink and struggle as medal of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her cattle ranch position and let the cum land on her.

"Good loose woman,"cooed one of the male person spokesperson above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three to a greater extent. How long was this going to go on. She made the fault of opening her sassing to ask. Before any give-and-take could come up out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head teacher and shoved his putz in her backtalk. Bethany tried to holler but could barely catch one's breath. The man began throat fucking her, driving his midst rooster as inscrutable as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went limp and accepted her typeface ass. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his quick cum shoot out into her throat and knew she had no option but to immerse. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her nerve and teat, as the first 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 mesa in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her invertebrate foot and the man handed her a distich of dizzyingly high up stiletto heels.

"Get these on and lean over the table,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to clean herself off with, but the man walked away before she had a chance. She strapped on the exotic dancer heels and made her way over to the alloy table. It was cold as she pressed her physical structure against it.

"flexure over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold-blooded aerofoil. She heard someone hail up behind her, and suddenly her two-piece flip-flop was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her trunk and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a manly voice leered at her."bed cover ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hired hand on her body, spreading her stage farther apart and placing her mitt insipid on the table. It was short, and her frontal bone hung over the sharpness."Press your teat directly, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a consequence, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a rough in male bridge player cup her pussy mound and drag a finger across her slit. She froze - despite her face, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a Virgo. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na require some lubricating substance on this bitch. I can barely get her open up !"A cool gel was smeared on her puss lips and Bethany squeezed her centre shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelids felt crusty."Don't fight it, infant, you know you want this,"whispered the phonation behind her. One finger pushed into her Virgo the Virgin puss, followed by another. The man used his other hand to printing press on her lower spine, making her pelvis buck out toward him. The spirit of warmth from the man's finger's breadth made Bethany's twat betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so innocent at first. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed advance apart and a finger's breadth start to rub against her clitoris. The aid 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 at a ninety-degree Angle, nude except for her stripper heels and layers of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no monition, just the searing botheration of a thick, hard shaft tearing apart her virgin slit. He kept one hand on her back so she couldn't move, and grabbed her hair with the other. 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 hand from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His other hired hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow-minded waistline, bringing her trunk closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her breast, increasing the speed at which he fucked her smashed snatch. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to scream.

"Someone shut this kick up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the mesa, knocking the breaking wind out of her. Before she could entrance her breath, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hairsbreadth and forced his bastard into her lip. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a planer, full of excitement to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex chick, two cocks ramming her body in rhythm method of birth control while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much botheration she could barely think. She had always imagined her showtime time would be gentle, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her maidenhead and forcing apart her virgin cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it arduous. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert pap were severely and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The way was broad of the sounds of physical body slapping against shape. And the whole time, twinkle and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the anovulant,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the pecker in her throat as the man raping her pussycat grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his rose hip into her, ramming his cock into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a moment, emptying his sperm cell into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her head up so he could paint her facial expression with his cum. She felt some nation in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the flood. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her face 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 shot,"Jim barked, and a man with a tv camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined hole, weeping spermatozoon and a little descent. The television camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her twat with his digit.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's whole consistency ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the stiff pose and her pussy throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her upper organic structure bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the forcefulness to lift her hands to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the transcription 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 particular. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't move."I want to go home,"she wailed. She heard an worsen sigh and Jim appeared in forepart of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and haircloth, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

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

"Noooo !"Bethany tried to unbend up, hoping she could relieve oneself a run for it. It didn't issue than we had nothing on but enthusiastically stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few step before one of the men landed a punch to her abdomen. 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 tone before dumping her on an unmade mogul bed. Bethany landed in a mound and curled into a Ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front line and spread her ramification as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into restraints at the street corner of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her place. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her restraints, but it was useless. Jim knelt next 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 worry, 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 lips. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door open and more bodies filling the warehouse.

The low man knelt down between her legs and jammed two fingers in her ache puss. He roughly digit fucked her for a mo before sliding his cock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her torment bitch rampart burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her unscathed body down into the mattress. The weightiness on her trap limb was excruciating, matched only by the acutely pain in her zany. The man raping her pussy reached around to bosom and grope her titmouse, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bent on together and continued pumping his hammer into her helpless body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up stance kneeling in front of her side. Her eye make-up, so carefully applied this forenoon, was streaming down her face mixed with teardrop and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair and placed his other hired man around his throat.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her throat and squeeze. As his hand choked her neck, he began to pass her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting manlike body. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a cheap fancy woman as he slammed her look against him. He fucked her case like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with standardised zest, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to anguish her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as potential, making sure to piston his seed deep into her. The man raping her backtalk eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no choice but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another couple, and the assault continued. Bethany lost count of how many loads of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her tortured bitch. She had almost passed out a few clip, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly pervert teat. Bethany wondered how many minute of film there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

"Ok, this concluding one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim anticipate out to the way. He was met with laugh and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's dress landed on the floor around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her spread legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four finger into her weeping snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to have a full fist pumping in her twat."I think this bitch's twat is just about used up, what do you guys call up ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his bridge player and smeared the mix of cum and cunt succus on Bethany's mother fucker.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used little Energy she had left to try to campaign against her chasteness. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower back, 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 asshole with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more than runny out of her stretched cunt and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her battle and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself cryptical into her. Once he was able-bodied to get his index finger in down to the finally knuckle, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and puss juices to her slowly initiative backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal porta, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's hips with both manpower so she was bent in movement of him. With one, ruthless button he ploughed his peter into her asshole. 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 cocks at her. Multiple hand were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her fuzz and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her shit relentlessly. She could feel her anal retentive walls tearing at the assault, and while her kitty-cat could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's swollen pecker. payload after load of cum landed on her human face, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the spell, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal retentive assault only becoming more terrible.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an timelessness. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her battered asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few bit after emptying his load. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the front of the bed, and wiped his softening turncock on her hairsbreadth. Bethany felt totally absolutely inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bound to a lousy mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."secure slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the control and the manacle come off her carpus. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her spine. She was sticky with cum. ascend stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to feature any chemical reaction to the ruined teenager in front of her, used beyond acknowledgement and sprouting bruises.

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