Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to precede college to prosecute her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blond, lithe but with buoyant C-cups and a precious ass. Instead, despite contacting every moulding bureau she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling office 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"refined Bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her start category to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the chance and was on her way to the studio apartment 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 office high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the nominal head door and waited. The threshold swung spread out and a middle-aged woman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The threshold close behind her, and in her agitation Bethany didn't notification the sound of a lock.

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

"okeh, so you're Bethany Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five sublime you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will go to more employment for you. I'm pink wine,"the char added. The talk quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign, very standard. Can't scratch line 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 spirit at her once, and just grabbed the written document back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, pink wine leading Bethany through another doorway and out into the warehouse. The outer space was expansive, 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 twelve men milling around - photographers and assistants, 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. rose wine gave her a minor grinning."salutary - get this on."Bethany looked around.

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

"Here. ejaculate on, we're all professionals."With that, rosiness's headset squawked and she hurried away, leaving Bethany in a room of foreign 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 unwrap than Bethany first realized - the top was too little for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the backside 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 bloodless backdrop under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knee, spread out, and cup your mammilla, face at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had time to process what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the side, kneeling in presence 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 peg more. good, face at the camera. Look sexy."Bethany tried to follow his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front line of her. It took Bethany a import to bring in they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the nooky is the problem here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the Light. 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.

"feel, you signed the waiver. This is a facial nerve 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 gage out now, fine, 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 individual 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 extra. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said cipher and stalked back beyond the Inner Light."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

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

"Open up, adulteress. tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twin streams of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her momentum to blink and shin as ribbons of jizz bathed her expression, hair and pap. She kept her gap position and let the cum land on her.

"Good loose woman,"cooed one of the male voices above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three Thomas More. How long was this going to go on. She made the mistake of opening her mouth to ask. Before any give-and-take could fall out, the heart of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his putz in her sass. Bethany tried to scream but could barely take a breather. The man began throat fucking her, driving his midst cock as rich as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a min, she went hobble and accepted her nerve nooky. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her throat and love she had no option but to swallow. As soon as the man in her pharynx finished and released her, the early two men pumped their cum onto her look and tits, as the world-class twain 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 metallic element tabular array in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her feet and the man handed her a pair of dizzyingly senior high school stiletto dog.

"Get these on and tend 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 opportunity. She strapped on the stripper heels and made her way over to the metallic element table. It was cold as she pressed her torso against it.

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

"Won't need this,"a manful spokesperson leered at her."ranch ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally upstage from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a dyad of approximate hands on her body, spreading her stage farther apart and placing her helping hand flat on the tabular array. It was short-change, and her forehead hung over the boundary."closet your tits 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 bumpy male hand cup her pussy hill and drag a digit across her dent. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few boy. She was a virgin. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na call for some lubricating substance on this cunt. I can barely get her open !"A chill gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her eye shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelids felt crusted."Don't fight it, sister, you know you want this,"whispered the phonation behind her. One finger pushed into her virgin slit, followed by another. The man used his other hand to wardrobe on her let down back, making her pelvic arch buck out toward him. The feeling of fondness from the man's fingers made Bethany's purulent betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another vox."They all act so ingenuous at first. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed promote apart and a finger scratch to rub against her clitoris. The attention on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her center. The man withdrew his fingers and for a minute, Bethany stood knack at a ninety-degree slant, nude except for her stripper heels and bed of drying cum, crying into the mesa.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no admonition, just the searing pain of a thick, hard rooster tearing apart her Virgo the Virgin cuckoo. He kept one script on her back so she couldn't relocation, and grabbed her hair with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her expression 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 stage and pinched her button. His former hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her pin down waist, bringing her body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the speed at which he fucked her mingy cunt. Bethany could not longer gestate it and began to shout out.

"individual shut this kick up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the malarkey out of her. Before she could catch her breathing time, another man appeared in social movement of her with his hammer out. He grabbed her by the hair's-breadth and forced his prick into her oral fissure. Bethany couldn't believe her berth. It seemed like geezerhood ago she was on a airplane, full of excitement to start her modeling vocation. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her body in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a tabular array.

Her twat was in so a great deal pain she could barely think. She had always imagined her first time would be placate, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her maidenhead and forcing apart her virginal cunt.

The man fucking her backtalk reached down and groped one of her mammilla, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold way and the friction from the tabular array, Bethany's irreverent nipples were intemperately 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 of the speech sound of chassis slapping against flesh. And the wholly clock time, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's misuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, jade ? I hope you're on the tablet,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the cock in her pharynx as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his warhead deep inside her. He slammed his hip joint into her, ramming his turncock into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a second, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her whisker, snapped her oral sex up so he could paint her brass with his cum. She felt some terra firma in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the inundation. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her brass falling into the board. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a buck being put away wet.

"Get the cum snap,"Jim barked, and a man with a camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined hole, weeping sperm and a fiddling blood. The television camera man pried her cunt lips capable and probed her twat with his finger.

"She's still pretty fuddled,"he called back. Bethany's unhurt body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the inflexible pose and her pussy throbbed with discomfort from the assault. Having her speed body bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to hoist her men 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 colza, and they were acting like this was totally formula.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in fussy. 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 aggravated sigh and Jim appeared in front end of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hair, and some had begun to pool around her human face on the table.

"You have a literal 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 out up, hoping she could make a run for it. It didn't affair 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 stair before one of the men landed a lick 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 undo king bed. Bethany landed in a hatful and curled into a testis, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her legs as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankle joint were locked into restraint at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her seat. 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 side by side to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a choice, fornicatress. Don't trouble, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody profits. Here - have a drink."He pried her mouthpiece 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 doorway capable and Thomas More trunk filling the storage warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two finger's breadth in her aching puss. He roughly finger fucked her for a mo before sliding his stopcock into her. It was even wider than the low gear man, and her torment cunt wall burned at the invasion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole dead body down into the mattress. The weight on her pinned arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp hurting in her twat. The man raping her pussy reached around to squeeze and grope her tits, kneading them with his bridge player. He pulled her up so they were both dead set together and continued pumping his cock into her helpless soundbox. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front of her side. Her eye constitution, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mix with tears and cum. He pulled her head back by her pilus and placed his other hand 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 paw choked her neck opening, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting Male body. The man raping her sass was growling at her, calling her a tinny cocotte as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her face like he hated her, like he wanted her to get ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her button, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as late into her snatch as possible, making for sure to piston his seed deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making indisputable she had no selection but to swallow up.

The men were quickly swapped out with another twain, and the assault continued. Bethany lost tally of how many loads of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her tortured cunt. She had almost passed out a few times, but was always brought back by a shrewd spanking or cruelly twisted tit. Bethany wondered how many hours of film there was, recording her seemingly eternal worrying.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim visit out to the way. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's clothes landed on the flooring around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her spread ramification. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingers into her pendulous pussy and began feeling around. Despite the day-long Assault, it still hurt to own a full fist pumping in her goose."I think this squawk's cunt is just about used up, what do you jest at recollect ?"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 pussy succus on Bethany's asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used lilliputian energy she had left to try to fight against her control. Jim landed a unopen fist against her lower cover, hard, knocking the wind out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"thigh-slapper all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her arsehole with his digit."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more smooth out of her unfold cunt and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her anatomical sphincter muscles attempted to save Jim out, but he pried them open with his finger and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was capable to get his forefinger digit in down to the go knuckle joint, he used his other finger to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and slit juices to her slowly spread out backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a proficient girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening move, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's coxa with both helping hand so she was bent in front of him. With one, ruthless push button he ploughed his hammer into her asshole. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her throat would tear. The men surrounding her in the storage warehouse whooped and cheered, and suddenly they were all around her, pumping their cocks at her. Multiple hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole relentlessly. She could feel her anal walls tearing at the assault, and while her kitty-cat could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's conceited cock. Load after cargo of cum landed on her look, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the piece, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal Assault only becoming more afflictive.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an timelessness. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as thick into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her baste shit, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moment after emptying his lode. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the nominal head of the bed, and wiped his softening stopcock on her hair. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bound to a dirty mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her cheek."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 cuff come off her articulatio radiocarpea. After a second, she gained the durability to turn 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 hold any reaction to the ruined adolescent in front of her, used beyond acknowledgement and sprouting contusion.

"Great job, here's your check. Oh, and since you signed off on it, the recording will be widely released, with your real gens on it. preserve an eye out, I'm surely it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a chip in it, next to Bethany and walked away .