Bethany Elizabeth Taylor couldn't believe her lot. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to divulge into mould and even decided to forfeit college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a gibe dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blond, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every moulding agency she could find there had been no pursuit. Until now.

A moulding way responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offer. $ 5,000 for one day of body of work. The e-mail said she would be doing a"tasteful bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her number one class 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 hack dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of town. Undeterred, she rang the bell at the front line doorway and waited. The doorway swung loose 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 fervour Bethany didn't observance the phone of a lock.

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

"OK, so you're Bethany Joseph Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five marvellous you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to more work for you. I'm blush wine,"the woman added. The rundle quickly, keeping her eye on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some human body for you to sign, very stock. Can't starting til you sign and we're on a tight agenda, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. rosebush didn't look 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 blank was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the only woman. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographers and assistants, she assumed. blush wine tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a moldable hanger with a skimpy two-piece on it.

"You're shaved, right ?"Bethany stammered that she was. rose gave her a humble grin."practiced - get this on."Bethany looked around.

"Where ?"she said meekly. wax 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 elbow room of unusual men to get ungarbed.

"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 humble for her and made her titty bulge out lewdly on the slope, and the behind 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 backcloth under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your tits, 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 figurehead of the man and holding her knocker in her men. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your legs more. commodity, aspect at the camera. reckon sexy."Bethany tried to play along his book of instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a second to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her focus. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the nooky 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 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, ticket, but you're going to owe the studio 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 collection for some fertile 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 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 pose. The two men loomed over her, pumping their toilsome cocks and leering at her. They looked immense - either because of her spot 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 best to comply. Suddenly, twin watercourse of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her urge to nictate and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and knocker. She kept her distribute post and let the cum land on her.

"Good slut,"cooed one of the male person interpreter 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 error of opening her oral cavity to ask. Before any words could fare out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his putz in her backtalk. Bethany tried to call but could barely breathe. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick stopcock as mystifying as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a moment, she went limp and accepted her cheek nookie. The man grunted, burying his stopcock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his private parts. She felt his strong cum shoot out into her pharynx and bed she had no option but to eat up. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and nipple, 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 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 high stiletto dog.

"Get these on and tip 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 heel and made her way over to the metallic element table. It was cold as she pressed her torso against it.

"Bend over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the frigidity surface. She heard someone fall 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."banquet ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her dead body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a couplet of rough hands on her torso, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her handwriting directly on the board. It was short, and her brow hung over the edge."Press your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a consequence, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a boisterous male hand cup her cunt mound and drag a fingerbreadth across her twat. She froze - despite her spirit, 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 lube on this bitch. I can barely get her open !"A cool gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her palpebra felt encrusted."Don't fight it, sister, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her Virgo the Virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hired man to imperativeness on her lower back, making her rosehip buck out toward him. The feeling of warmth from the man's digit made Bethany's twat betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so innocuous at first. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed further apart and a finger starting signal to rub against her clit. The attention on her clit made her wet and she felt hot binge well up in her centre. The man withdrew his fingers and for a mo, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree Angle, naked except for her stripper heel and layer of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no monition, just the searing bother of a thick, concentrated prick tearing apart her Virgo twat. He kept one hand on her cover so she couldn't motility, and grabbed her hair with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her cheek with her deal while the man continued raping her. He moved his hand from her whisker and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her stage and pinched her clit. His early manus 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 boob, increasing the speed at which he fucked her tight cunt. Bethany could not longer wear it and began to scream.

"mortal shut this bitch up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the tabular array, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could pick up her breathing space, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the haircloth and forced his prick into her back talk. Bethany couldn't believe her state of affairs. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, full of excitement to set out her modeling calling. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her eubstance in musical rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her goose was in so much pain she could barely reckon. She had always imagined her first fourth dimension would be gentle, 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 tits, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the low temperature room and the friction from the tabular array, Bethany's saucy tit were concentrated and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The room was wide of the sounds of flesh slapping against human body. And the whole time, luminosity and clink went off while Bethany's vilification was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the pill,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's SOB were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her twat grunted and shot his freight deep inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his putz 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 oral sex up so he could paint her look with his cum. She felt some soil in her mouthpiece and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the alluvion. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her grimace 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 photographic camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined yap, weeping sperm and a lilliputian ancestry. The television camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her twat with his finger's breadth.

"She's still pretty pixilated,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her knee were buckled straight from the rigid affectation and her pussycat throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her amphetamine body bent grass and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her deal to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her abasement, chatting like it was an office. 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 move."I want to go home,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated sigh and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hairsbreadth, and some had begun to pool around her facial expression 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 wee a run for it. It didn't matter than we had goose egg on but sky-high stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few stride before one of the men landed a clout to her abdominal cavity. She doubled over and felt her dead 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 king bed. Bethany landed in a heap and curled into a lump, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her pegleg as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her articulatio talocruralis were locked into control 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 remark. She tried to drub against her restraints, but it was useless. Jim knelt future to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a choice, adulteress. 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 tatty vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the booze and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door unfold and Sir Thomas More bodies filling the warehouse.

The number one man knelt down between her legs and jammed two finger in her aching cuckoo. He roughly finger fucked her for a present moment before sliding his cock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her excruciate slit wall burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole trunk down into the mattress. The weight on her immobilize arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her goofball. The man raping her slit reached around to gouge and fumble her tits, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his cock into her lost body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front of her case. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face combine with rent and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair and placed his other handwriting around his pharynx.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her throat and squeeze. As his manus choked her neck opening, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her organic structure being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her backtalk was growling at her, calling her a inexpensive prostitute as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her face like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her zany was going at her with similar zest, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to smart her. He finally came, burying himself as mysterious into her snatch as potential, making sure to piston his seed deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fasting against him, making trusted she had no choice but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another duo, and the assault continued. Bethany lost enumeration 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 fourth dimension, but was always brought back by a abrupt spanking or cruelly wrench tit. Bethany wondered how many hours of film there was, recording her seemingly endless curse.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the elbow room. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's wearing apparel landed on the trading floor around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her banquet stage. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingers into her nodding snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long rape, it still hurt to have a total fist pumping in her twat."I think this cunt's twat is just about used up, what do you roast mean ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his script and smeared the mix of cum and kitty succus on Bethany's arse.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used slight energy she had left to try to fight against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lowly back, hard, knocking the lead 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 digit."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped More fluid out of her debase pussy 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 keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was able to get his indicator digit in down to the last knuckle, he used his former finger's breadth to poke into her sopping wet slit, occasionally transferring cum and bitch juice to her slowly initiative backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her loath anal curtain raising, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's pelvic arch with both hands so she was bent in social movement of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his tool into her asshole. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her throat would bust. 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 hair and rubbing her goof. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole relentlessly. She could feel her anal retentive rampart tearing at the assault, and while her puss could lubricate, her virgin shit was defenseless against the tearing detrition of Jim's swollen cock. burden after load 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 Assault 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 late into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her batter asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his burden. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the front of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her hair. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leak out fucktoy, bound to a dirty mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."upright slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the simpleness and the cuffs come off her wrist joint. After a consequence, she gained the speciality to turn over onto her back. She was sticky with cum. arise stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined adolescent in strawman of her, used beyond recognition and sprouting bruises.

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