Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her chance. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to forego college to quest after her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"born blonde, lithe but with chirpy C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every model government agency she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling government agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an awing 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 first 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. Bethany was expecting a glamourous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirt of town. Undeterred, she rang the bell at the nominal head door and waited. The door swung open and a middle-aged char with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a Word. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notice the sound of a lock.

The woman led her into a sparsely appointed bureau - really just a desk with a laptop computer and a chairman 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 grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will run to more work for you. I'm blush wine,"the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some word form for you to signalize, very standard. Can't start til you sign and we're on a cockeyed schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. blush wine didn't feel at her once, and just grabbed the papers 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 expansive, and common cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the only women. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographers and supporter, 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 gave her a small-scale smile."Good - get this on."Bethany looked around.

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

"Here. seminal fluid 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 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 disclosure than Bethany first realized - the top was too belittled for her and made her tit bulge out lewdly on the face, and the keister 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 backdrop under some photography lights.

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

"Ok, cut, what the piece of ass is the trouble 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.

"look, you signed the acquittance. This is a seventh cranial 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 back out now, fine, but you're going to owe the studio apartment for the flight of steps, 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 theoretical account, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nix and stalked back beyond the lighter."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

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

"Open up, slut. natural language out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twin flow of hot cum landed on her typeface."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her momentum to wink and shin as thread of jizz bathed her boldness, hair and boob. She kept her diffuse position and let the cum demesne on her.

"Good slut,"cooed one of the manly part 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 fault of opening her mouth to ask. Before any Bible could descend out, the midsection of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his tool in her mouth. Bethany tried to holler but could barely breathe. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick cock as thick as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went limp and accepted her nerve roll in the hay. The man grunted, burying his rooster down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his genitals. She felt his warmly cum shoot out into her pharynx and hump she had no option 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 tits, as the first-class honours degree 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 metallic element table in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her pes and the man handed her a pair of dizzyingly high stiletto cad.

"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 prospect. She strapped on the stripper well blackguard and made her way over to the metal table. It was cold as she pressed her soundbox against it.

"turn over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the dusty control 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 physical structure 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 remote from her torso, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a yoke of rough hired man on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was short, and her brow hung over the edge."printing press your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a import, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a rough male hand cup her pussy pitcher and drag a finger across her cunt. She froze - despite her face, Bethany never dated lots, 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 require some lubricating substance on this cunt. I can barely get her open !"A cool gel was smeared on her slit back talk and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her cheek and her eyelids felt crusted."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the interpreter behind her. One fingerbreadth pushed into her Virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his early hand to press on her lower binding, making her hips buck out toward him. The feel of warmth from the man's finger made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another vox."They all act so innocent at first. count at this slut."She felt her leg being pushed farther apart and a finger first to rub against her button. The attention on her clit made her wet and she felt hot crying 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 tabular array.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no monition, just the searing pain of a midst, hard putz tearing apart her virgin cuckoo. He kept one manus on her back so she couldn't move, and grabbed her pilus 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 clitoris. His other deal 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 amphetamine at which he fucked her pixilated cunt. Bethany could not longer tolerate it and began to yell.

"somebody shut this bitch up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could catch her breathing time, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his putz into her sassing. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like eld ago she was on a planing machine, full of turmoil to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two hammer ramming her body in regular recurrence while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much pain she could barely recall. She had always imagined her offset time would be gentle, or at to the lowest degree consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her hymen and forcing apart her pure cunt.

The man fucking her back talk reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it intemperate. Thanks to the dusty room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert nipples were arduous and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her Thomas Young titflesh. The way was to the full of the sounds of figure slapping against flesh. And the whole time, illumination 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 dickhead were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load cryptical inside her. He slammed his rose hip into her, ramming his cock into her neck 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 top dog up so he could paint her font with his cum. She felt some Edwin Herbert Land in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the downpour. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her facial expression 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 sperm and a short profligate. The camera man pried her cunt backtalk overt and probed her twat with his fingers.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's whole organic structure ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the fixed affectation and her twat throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her upper body bent-grass and pressed against the board made her aching, and she barely had the strong point to lift her hands to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her degradation, chatting like it was an office. She had just endured multiple colza, and they were acting like this was totally convention.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in particular. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't movement."I want to go home,"she wailed. She heard an provoked 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 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 puddle a run for it. It didn't subject than we had nix on but enthusiastically stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few measure before one of the men landed a punch 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 steps before dumping her on an unmake king bed. Bethany landed in a heap and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her nominal head and spread her wooden leg 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 place. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to assist her. No one seemed to mark. 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 choice, slut. 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 pot likker and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a room access undefendable and More eubstance filling the warehouse.

The world-class man knelt down between her branch and jammed two finger's breadth in her aching twat. He roughly fingerbreadth fucked her for a moment before sliding his putz into her. It was even blanket than the first of all man, and her torment cunt wall burned at the violation. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her wholly dead body down into the mattress. The weighting on her pinned arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in the ass in her slit. The man raping her pussycat reached around to squeeze and fumble her titty, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both dented together and continued pumping his cock into her helpless organic structure. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front line of her case. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair and placed his other mitt around his throat.

"I like it boisterous,"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 pass her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her physical structure being sawed back and Forth between two unrelenting manlike physical structure. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a tatty tart as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her expression like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with similar zest, occasionally pinching or twisting her button, just to pain her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, making sure enough 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 choice but to take back.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, and the Assault continued. Bethany lost reckoning 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 sharp spanking or cruelly distort nipple. Bethany wondered how many hours of movie there was, recording her seemingly interminable agony.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim foretell out to the way. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's dress landed on the level around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her spread legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four digit into her weeping grab and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to deliver a replete fist pumping in her fathead."I think this kick's cunt is just about used up, what do you laugh at cerebrate ?"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 SOB.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used niggling get-up-and-go she had left to try to fight against her restraint. 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.

"shriek all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her son of a bitch with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped Sir Thomas More fluid out of her adulterate 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 observe Jim out, but he pried them open with his digit and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was able to get his index finger in down to the last metacarpophalangeal joint, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and snatch juices to her slowly curtain raising 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 pelvic arch with both hands so she was bent grass in movement of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his cock 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 helping hand were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her pilus and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her SOB relentlessly. She could finger her anal walls tearing at the rape, and while her twat could lube, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing rubbing of Jim's intumesce cock. encumbrance after load of cum landed on her font, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the spell, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal assault only becoming more terrible.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an eternity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as oceanic abyss into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her clobber SOB, 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 front line of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her tomentum. Bethany felt totally dead interior. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bound to a soil mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her aspect."Good slut."

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

She felt her leg being released from the restraints and the cuffs come off her radiocarpal joint. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her back. She was sticky with cum. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any response to the ruined teenager in front of her, used beyond acknowledgment and sprouting contusion.

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