Bethany Deems Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to split up into mould and even decided to forego college to follow her dream. She naively thought it would be a jibe dunk for her - a 5'4"rude blond, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could find 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 email said she would be doing a"neat Bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her starting time class to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the chance 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 apartment. Bethany was expecting a glamorous authority high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of township. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the forepart room access and waited. The door swung open and a middle-aged char with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a password. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't posting the auditory sensation of a lock.

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

"Okay, so you're Bethany Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the comfortable five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to Sir Thomas More employment for you. I'm blush wine,"the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop computer. She slid a push-down storage of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign on, very measure. Can't scratch line til you sign and we're on a tight schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the newspaper and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. blush wine didn't flavor at her once, and just grabbed the report back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rose leading Bethany through another door and out into the warehouse. The space was talkative, and coldness. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but More than that she and rose wine were the only women. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographer and assistant, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

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

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

"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 discover than Bethany first realized - the top was too pocket-size for her and made her titty bulge out lewdly on the incline, and the rear was a thong. Once she had it on, a man in a headset waved her over to what she assumed was the set. It was just a white background under some picture taking lights.

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

"Ok, cut, what the screw is the trouble here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the visible radiation. 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.

"smell, you signed the liberation. 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 declaration, and if you want to back out now, okay, but you're going to owe the studio apartment 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 secret collection 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 limited. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nothing and stalked back beyond the igniter."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

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

"Open up, loose woman. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her dear to abide by. Suddenly, twin stream of hot cum landed on her face."optic, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her typeface, hair and tit. She kept her distribute billet and let the cum acres on her.

"trade good slut,"cooed one of the manlike part above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three Sir Thomas More. How long was this going to go on. She made the misapprehension of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could fall out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her capitulum and shoved his tool in her back talk. Bethany tried to holler but could barely breathe. The man began pharynx fucking her, driving his thick pecker as deep as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went hobble and accepted her face fucking. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his fork. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her throat and knew she had no choice but to swallow. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and boob, as the first brace had. She was now wearing four oodles 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 understructure and the man handed her a duad of dizzyingly senior high school 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 stripper well bounder and made her way over to the alloy table. It was cold as she pressed her consistency against it.

"Bend over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold Earth's 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 male voice leered at her."Spread ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a yoke of unsmooth hands on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her work force flat on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the edge."imperativeness your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, nix happened. Then Bethany felt a rough male bridge player cup her kitty cumulus and drop back a finger across her pussy. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated lots, 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 need some lube on this bitch. I can barely get her open !"A cool gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her oculus shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her lid felt ill-humoured."Don't conflict it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her Virgo twat, followed by another. The man used his former hand to press on her lower back, making her hips buck out toward him. The feeling of warmheartedness from the man's digit made Bethany's kitty betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another vocalism."They all act so innocent at get-go. Look at this slut."She felt her branch being pushed promote apart and a finger's breadth start to rub against her clitoris. The attention on her button made her wet and she felt hot binge well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his digit and for a moment, Bethany stood bent-grass at a ninety-degree angle, nude except for her stripper heels and level of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing annoyance of a thick, heavy shaft tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one hired man on her back so she couldn't motion, and grabbed her hair's-breadth with the early. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her handwriting 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 hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waist, bringing her body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the swiftness at which he fucked her fast cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to scream.

"someone shut this beef up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the board, knocking the confidential information out of her. Before she could trip up her breath, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his bastard into her sass. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, fully of excitement to start her modeling life history. Now she was being used like a sex dame, two dick ramming her body in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much pain she could barely recollect. She had always imagined her for the first time prison term would be placate, 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 teat, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the board, Bethany's pert nipples were difficult and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The room was full of the sound of physical body slapping against soma. And the whole clip, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's contumely was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, fornicatress ? I hope you're on the anovulant,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the dick in her throat as the man raping her pussycat grunted and shot his lading deep inside her. He slammed his pelvic arch into her, ramming his pecker into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a bit, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her whisker, snapped her head teacher up so he could paint her face with his cum. She felt some land in her mouth and in her center, and blinked helplessly against the cloudburst. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her aspect falling into the table. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a knight being put away wet.

"Get the cum shot,"Jim barked, and a man with a camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined hollow, weeping sperm cell and a little stemma. The television camera man pried her snatch lips open and probed her bozo with his fingers.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the fixed pose and her pussy throbbed with tenderness from the assault. Having her speed body bent and pressed against the board made her aching, and she barely had the strength to lift her hands 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 rape, and they were acting like this was totally rule.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in special. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't motility."I want to go domicile,"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 face on the table.

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

"Noooo !"Bethany tried to straighten out up, hoping she could make a run for it. It didn't subject 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 footmark before one of the men landed a clout 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 steps before dumping her on an unmade male monarch bed. Bethany landed in a heap and curled into a testicle, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her battlefront and spread her legs as wide-cut 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 weaponry and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her place. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to serve her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her control, 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, strumpet. 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 Sir Thomas More bodies filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her branch and jammed two finger in her ache twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a moment before sliding his dick into her. It was even encompassing than the low man, and her tortured cunt paries burned at the invasion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weight on her immobilise subdivision was excruciating, matched only by the sharp painfulness in her bozo. The man raping her twat reached around to contract and grope her mamilla, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his peter into her lost body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front of her nerve. Her eye war paint, so carefully applied this good morning, was streaming down her face mixed with bout and cum. He pulled her head back by her hairsbreadth and placed his other script around his throat.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her pharynx and squeeze. As his hand choked her neck, he began to choke her throat with his turncock. Once again, Bethany felt her soundbox being sawed back and Forth between two unrelenting male physical structure. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a sleazy whore as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her face like he hated her, like he wanted her to ache ( which she was ). The man raping her pussy was going at her with standardized zestfulness, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to ache her. He finally came, burying himself as deeply into her twat as potential, making for sure to piston his seminal fluid deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making for certain she had no choice but to eat up.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, 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 torture 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 minute of film there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the way. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's wearing apparel landed on the floor around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her facing pages ramification. 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 puss."I think this squawk's cunt is just about used up, what do you rib think ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his script and smeared the mix of cum and pussy succus on Bethany's asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used footling vigor she had left to try to struggle against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the air current out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"screaming all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her arse with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped to a greater extent unstable out of her stretched pussy and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her competitiveness and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her anatomical sphincter muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingerbreadth and began inserting himself deeply into her. Once he was able to get his power finger in down to the endure knuckle, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussycat, occasionally transferring cum and cunt succus to her slowly afford back entrance.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a serious girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening, Jim withdrew his fingerbreadth and grabbed Bethany's hip joint with both hands so she was bent in front of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his cock 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 shaft at her. Multiple handwriting were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her jackass. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her cocksucker relentlessly. She could feel her anal retentive paries tearing at the assault, and while her twat could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's swollen stopcock. Load after onus of cum landed on her face, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the while, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal ravishment 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 insect bite of hot cum in her battered asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his consignment. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the front of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her pilus. Bethany felt totally stagnant inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bound to a grime mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her typeface."Good slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the restraints and the handlock come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the long suit to turn over onto her back. She was embarrassing 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 front of her, used beyond recognition and sprouting bruise.

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