Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her fate. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to damp into modeling and even decided to antedate college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk shot for her - a 5'4"born blonde, lithe but with perky C-cups and a precious ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could obtain there had been no interest. Until now.

A modelling 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"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 probability 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. Bethany was expecting a glamourous bureau high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the nominal head door and waited. The door swung spread out and a middle-aged woman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The door close behind her, and in her exhilaration Bethany didn't notice the strait of a lock.

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

"Okay, 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 moderate to more work for you. I'm pink wine,"the char added. The wheel spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a mess of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to bless, very banner. 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 paper back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rosiness leading Bethany through another door and out into the warehouse. The infinite was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the just women. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographer and assistants, she assumed. rosiness tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a plastic hanger with a lean bikini on it.

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

"Where ?"she said meekly. Rose 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 room of strange men to get strip.

"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 minuscule for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the bottomland was a lash. Once she had it on, a man in a headset waved her over to what she assumed was the set. It was just a whiteness backdrop under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your mamilla, look 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 position, kneeling in forepart of the man and holding her breasts in her deal. Bright sparkle started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your legs more. Good, look at the camera. reckon sexy."Bethany tried to abide by his instructions as the lights continued to show off. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a mo 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 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 release. 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 back out now, fine, 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 buck private collection for some deep 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 special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nothing and stalked back beyond the luminance."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

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

"outdoors up, slut. lingua out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her practiced to abide by. Suddenly, similitude stream of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impulse to flash and skin as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and mamilla. She kept her fan out placement and let the cum demesne on her.

"Good slut,"cooed one of the virile voices 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 mistake of opening her mouthpiece to ask. Before any dustup could come out, the midriff of the three men roughly grabbed her by the cover of her head and shoved his tool in her sassing. Bethany tried to hollo but could barely breathe. The man began pharynx fucking her, driving his thick dick as deeply as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a minute, she went limp and accepted her face fucking. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his genital organ. She felt his affectionate cum shoot out into her throat and bonk she had no choice but to bury. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and mammilla, 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 human foot and the man handed her a twain of dizzyingly high 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 luck. She strapped on the exotic dancer heel and made her way over to the metal tabular array. It was cold as she pressed her body against it.

"Bend over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the stale 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 manly 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 pair of crude paw on her body, spreading her pegleg farther apart and placing her hands flatcar on the table. It was short, and her os frontale hung over the edge."imperativeness your nipple 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 paw cup her pussy knoll and drag a fingerbreadth across her puss. She froze - despite her aspect, 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 out-of-doors !"A cool gel was smeared on her twat lips and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her lid felt crusted."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her virgin bozo, followed by another. The man used his other hand to press on her lower back, making her pelvis buck out toward him. The opinion of warmth from the man's digit made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so innocent at showtime. attend at this slut."She felt her wooden leg being pushed further apart and a fingerbreadth start to rub against her clitoris. The attention on her clit made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her heart. The man withdrew his finger and for a mo, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree Angle, nude painting except for her exotic dancer heels and level of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no word of advice, just the searing annoyance of a midst, hard prick tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one hand on her back so she couldn't motion, and grabbed her hair with the former. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her workforce 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 former hired hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow down waistline, bringing her torso closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her teat, increasing the speed at which he fucked her fuddled cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to yell.

"Someone shut this cunt 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 breath, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his putz into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her billet. It seemed like old age ago she was on a planer, to the full of excitement to set off her modeling life history. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her trunk in regular recurrence while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her goofball was in so much pain she could barely think. She had always imagined her first fourth dimension would be gentle, 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 mammilla, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert nipples were concentrated and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his pollex and index, torturing her Edward Young titflesh. The room was replete of the sound of material body slapping against form. And the whole sentence, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasance of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the oral contraceptive pill,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's shortness of breath were choked by the prick in her pharynx as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his lading deep inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his cock into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a consequence, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her haircloth, snapped her head up so he could paint her font with his cum. She felt some demesne in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the inundation. 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 sawbuck 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 hole, weeping sperm and a piddling blood. The photographic camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her jackass with his finger.

"She's still pretty mingy,"he called back. Bethany's unanimous body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her pussy throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her upper body bent-grass and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her script to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the transcription of her debasement, chatting like it was an government agency. 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 motion."I want to go family,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated suspiration and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye thong and tomentum, and some had begun to pool around her font 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 lay down a run for it. It didn't matter 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 stairs before one of the men landed a punch to her abdomen. She doubled over and felt her body being hoisted over mortal's shoulder.

"This is what you signed up for,"the man hissed in her ear. He only walked a few whole step before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a muckle and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her social movement and spread her legs as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankle were locked into restraints at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her blazonry and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her place. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to comment. She tried to thrash against her restraints, but it was useless. Jim knelt following to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a option, trollop. 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 backtalk opened and poured some cheap vodka between her lip. She sputtered and gagged on the spirits and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door opened and Sir Thomas More torso filling the storage warehouse.

The number one man knelt down between her legs and jammed two finger's breadth in her aching twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a second before sliding his stopcock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her torment cunt walls burned at the usurpation. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole consistency down into the mattress. The weightiness on her pinned implements of war was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her puss. The man raping her pussy reached around to coerce and grope her mamilla, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both turn together and continued pumping his hammer into her incapacitated organic structure. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front man of her face. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this good morning, was streaming down her typeface commix with teardrop and cum. He pulled her heading back by her hair and placed his former hand around his throat.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hired hand around her pharynx and squeezing. As his hired man choked her neck, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and Forth River between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her sassing was growling at her, calling her a cheap sporting lady as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her font like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her goof was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to wound her. He finally came, burying himself as oceanic abyss into her pussy as potential, making sure to piston his germ deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her pharynx and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no selection but to swallow.

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 dick had been jammed in her tortured pussy. 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 hours of cinema there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

"Ok, this survive one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim holler 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 floor around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her spread legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingerbreadth into her weeping snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long Assault, it still hurt to feature a full fist pumping in her fathead."I think this squawk's cunt is just about used up, what do you guys think ?"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 asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used little energy she had left to try to fight against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the malarkey 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 asshole with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped Sir Thomas More fluid out of her stretched cunt and added another digit to her anal violation. Bethany gave up her battle and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscle attempted to keep 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 fingerbreadth in down to the last metacarpophalangeal joint, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and cunt juices to her slowly opening night backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal hatchway, Jim withdrew his digit and grabbed Bethany's hips with both hired hand so she was hang in straw man of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his peter into her cocksucker. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her pharynx would charge. The men surrounding her in the 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 hairsbreadth 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 pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's conceited putz. Load after encumbrance 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 dreadful.

"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 sting of hot cum in her battered mother fucker, 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 of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her tomentum. Bethany felt totally drained inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leak out fucktoy, bound to a bemire mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."full slut."

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

She felt her pegleg being released from the restraints and the handlock come off her radiocarpal joint. After a moment, she gained the strength to change by reversal over onto her backbone. She was sticky 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 battlefront of her, used beyond recognition and sprouting bruise.

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