Bethany Deems Taylor couldn't believe her lot. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to forego college to act on her dream. She naively thought it would be a jibe dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blonde, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modeling agency she could ascertain there had been no interest. Until now.

A clay sculpture bureau responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an get offer. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The electronic mail said she would be doing a"neat Bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her maiden class to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the luck and was on her way to the studio in a heartbeat.

She first thought something might be up when the taxi dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous bureau high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of townsfolk. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front room access and waited. The room access swung open and a middle-aged charwoman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notification the strait of a lock.

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

"Okay, so you're Bethany Elizabeth Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will go to to a greater extent workplace for you. I'm Rose,"the womanhood added. The wheel spoke quickly, keeping her oculus on her laptop. She slid a raft of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign up, very standard. Can't outset 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 look at her once, and just grabbed the newspaper publisher back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, Rose leading Bethany through another threshold and out into the warehouse. The place was talkative, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the only women. There were over a 12 men milling around - photographer and assistant, 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. blush wine gave her a little smile."proficient - get this on."Bethany looked around.

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

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

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to observe her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the Bikini. It was even more telling than Bethany first realized - the top was too low for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the face, and the nates was a flip-flop. 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 Victor Martindale White backdrop under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knee joint, spread out, and cup your nipple, feeling at the television camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had clip to process what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the military position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her titty in her hands. Bright Inner Light started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your peg more. good, look at the camera. attend sexy."Bethany tried to play along his operating instructions as the lighting continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a mo to see they were naked and were stroking themselves in her way. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the fuck is the job here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the Light Within. 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.

"feeling, you signed the release. This is a facial shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, flavor pretty, and get paid. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't signed the contract, and if you want to stake out now, OK, but you're going to owe the studio apartment for the trajectory, 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 solicitation for some rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a poser, 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 shake as she resumed her kneeling dumbfound. The two men loomed over her, pumping their hard cocks and leering at her. They looked huge - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"surface up, slattern. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to follow. Suddenly, twin current of hot cum landed on her face."eye, too."Bethany fought her impulse to flash and sputter as typewriter ribbon of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her spread placement and let the cum land on her.

"good strumpet,"cooed one of the male voices 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 mistake of opening her lip to ask. Before any countersign could hail out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the binding of her head and shoved his tool in her oral cavity. Bethany tried to scream but could barely breathe. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick cock as deep as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went hitch and accepted her face screwing. The man grunted, burying his hammer down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his fork. She felt his warmly cum shoot out into her throat and be intimate she had no option but to get down. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and tits, 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 table in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her infantry and the man handed her a pair of dizzyingly high stiletto heels.

"Get these on and tilt 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 fortune. She strapped on the stripper heels and made her way over to the metal table. It was cold as she pressed her eubstance against it.

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

"Won't need this,"a male voice leered at her."Spread ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally aloof from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a duo of roughly script on her body, spreading her ramification farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was forgetful, and her forehead hung over the edge."public press your tits bland, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a present moment, nix happened. Then Bethany felt a approximate male hand cup her twat mound and drag a finger across her slit. She froze - despite her face, Bethany never dated a lot, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a virgin. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na need some lube on this cunt. I can barely get her open !"A cool gel was smeared on her slit lips and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelids felt crusty."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger's breadth pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hand to pressure on her lower rachis, making her hip buck out toward him. The feeling of affectionateness from the man's fingers made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another spokesperson."They all act so innocuous at first. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed encourage apart and a digit kickoff to rub against her clit. The attending on her clit made her wet and she felt hot split well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and for a bit, Bethany stood knack at a ninety-degree angle, au naturel except for her stemmer heels and level of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no admonition, just the searing infliction of a thick, grueling cock tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one mitt on her rachis so she couldn't motility, and grabbed her hair with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her manus while the man continued raping her. He moved his script from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her stage and pinched her clit. His other script moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waistline, bringing her body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her breast, increasing the speeding at which he fucked her tight slit. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to scream.

"someone shut this gripe up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the board, knocking the wind 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 hair's-breadth and forced his prick into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a carpenter's plane, full of excitement to start her modeling vocation. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cock ramming her consistency in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her cunt was in so often painful sensation she could barely call up. She had always imagined her first time would be ennoble, or at to the lowest degree consensual. Now there was a foreign 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 boob, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the board, Bethany's pert pap were hard and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and index, torturing her youth titflesh. The room was full moon of the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. And the entirely time, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the delight of strangers.

"Ready, slattern ? I hope you're on the pill,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the cock in her pharynx as the man raping her snatch grunted and shot his load rich inside her. He slammed his pelvis into her, ramming his cock into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a moment, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her psyche up so he could paint her brass with his cum. She felt some land in her mouth and in her centre, and blinked helplessly against the downpour. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her side falling into the table. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a buck being put away wet.

"Get the cum shooting,"Jim barked, and a man with a photographic camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined hole, weeping sperm and a niggling rake. The camera man pried her cunt lips heart-to-heart and probed her twat with his finger's breadth.

"She's still pretty compressed,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her knee joint were buckled straight from the unbending airs and her slit throbbed with soreness from the ravishment. Having her upper eubstance set and pressed against the mesa made her aching, and she barely had the strength to come up her manpower to her brass and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her degradation, chatting like it was an office staff. She had just endured multiple ravishment, and they were acting like this was totally normal.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in exceptional. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't relocation."I want to go home plate,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated sigh and Jim appeared in strawman of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye thong and hair, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

"You have a substantial 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 straighten up, hoping she could make a run for it. It didn't matter than we had cipher on but sky-high stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few whole tone before one of the men landed a poke to her abdomen. She doubled over and felt her soundbox being hoisted over person's shoulder.

"This is what you signed up for,"the man hissed in her ear. He only walked a few steps before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a pot and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her figurehead and spread her legs as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her mortise joint were locked into restraints at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her space. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to find. She tried to slam 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 selection, adulteress. Don't concern, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody winnings. 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 storage warehouse.

The world-class man knelt down between her peg and jammed two finger's breadth in her aching goofball. He roughly finger fucked her for a moment before sliding his stopcock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her torture twat rampart burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weight on her pinned sleeve was excruciating, matched only by the precipitous bother in her twat. The man raping her kitty-cat reached around to squeeze and grope her pap, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both turn away together and continued pumping his cock into her lost consistency. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up stead kneeling in front of her face. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this daybreak, was streaming down her grimace mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her nous back by her hair and placed his other deal around his throat.

"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 neck, he began to asphyxiate her pharynx with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her backtalk was growling at her, calling her a cheap lady of pleasure as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her typeface like he hated her, like he wanted her to digest ( which she was ). The man raping her snatch was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to offend her. He finally came, burying himself as inscrutable into her slit as possible, making for certain to piston his germ deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no pick but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another duet, and the assault continued. Bethany lost count of how many loads of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many shaft had been jammed in her tortured cunt. She had almost passed out a few times, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly twisted nipple. Bethany wondered how many time of day of film there was, recording her seemingly sempiternal torment.

"Ok, this last 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 clothes 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 fingers into her weeping catch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long violation, it still hurt to have a full fist pumping in her fathead."I think this bitch's pussy is just about used up, what do you guys consider ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hand and smeared the mix of cum and kitty-cat succus on Bethany's whoreson.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used lilliputian vigor she had left to try to fight down against her simplicity. 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.

"Scream all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her arse with his digit."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more unstable out of her stretched cunt and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her combat and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscleman attempted to prevent Jim out, but he pried them open with his finger and began inserting himself cryptic into her. Once he was able to get his forefinger finger in down to the net knuckle 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 goodness girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal retentive opening, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's articulatio coxae with both mitt so she was bent-grass in front of him. With one, ruthless get-up-and-go he ploughed his prick into her asshole. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her pharynx 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 pilus and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her arsehole relentlessly. She could finger her anal rampart tearing at the violation, and while her kitty-cat could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's self-conceited cock. load after incumbrance of cum landed on her typeface, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the while, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal assault only becoming more painful.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an eternity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the con of hot cum in her battered asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few consequence after emptying his load. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the presence of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her hair. Bethany felt totally abruptly inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leak out fucktoy, boundary to a sordid mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."dear slut."

She lay there for a while 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 instant, she gained the strength to become over onto her back. She was viscous with cum. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined teenager in strawman of her, used beyond recognition and germination contusion.

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