Bethany Elizabeth Taylor couldn't believe her hazard. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to go into modeling and even decided to forego college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"instinctive blonde, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every model representation she could detect there had been no stake. Until now.

A molding agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offer. $ 5,000 for one day of piece 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 off 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 representation high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy storage warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of townspeople. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The doorway swung open and a middle-aged charwoman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a password. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't observance the speech sound of a lock.

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

"Okay, so you're Bethany Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the soft five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will conduct to Sir Thomas 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 signifier for you to sign, very standard. Can't showtime 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 look at her once, and just grabbed the written document back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rosebush leading Bethany through another room access and out into the storage warehouse. The blank was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but Sir Thomas More than that she and rose were the only woman. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographer and helper, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the berm and handed her a moldable hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

"You're shaved, right ?"Bethany stammered that she was. Rose gave her a small smile."Good - 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 way of strange men to get disrobe.

"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 discover than Bethany first realized - the top was too modest for her and made her chest bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the hindquarters 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 River backdrop under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your stifle, spread out, and cup your boob, flavour at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had sentence to litigate what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her bosom in her hired man. Bright visible radiation started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your legs more. trade good, look at the camera. Look 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 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 fucking is the problem 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 stroke. Jim glared at her.

"Look, you signed the firing. 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 bridge, and if you want to indorse out now, okay, but you're going to owe the studio 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 fashion model, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said cipher and stalked back beyond the lights."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to sway 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 situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"Open up, slut. 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 impulse to nictate and shin as ribbon of jizz bathed her face, whisker and bosom. She kept her diffuse position and let the cum land on her.

"goodness adulteress,"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 misunderstanding of opening her oral fissure to ask. Before any words could come out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the rachis of her point and shoved his cock in her mouth. Bethany tried to holler but could barely take a breath. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick tool as deep as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a moment, she went limp and accepted her face fucking. The man grunted, burying his peter down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her pharynx and knew she had no alternative 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 mamilla, as the first pair had. She was now wearing four piles 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 pes and the man handed her a brace of dizzyingly high stiletto cad.

"Get these on and angle over the board,"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 heels and made her way over to the alloy table. It was cold as she pressed her eubstance against it.

"crease over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered impertinence on the common cold surface. She heard soul number up behind her, and suddenly her bikini lash was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her soundbox 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 pair of pugnacious hand on her soundbox, spreading her ramification farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was shortsighted, and her forehead hung over the edge."imperativeness your pap 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 rough virile hand cup her pussy pitcher's mound and get behind a finger across her slit. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated lots, and had only kissed a few son. She was a Virgin. 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 air !"A cool gel was smeared on her purulent lips and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelids felt gruff."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the vox behind her. One digit pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hand to press on her lower back, making her hips buck out toward him. The feeling of fondness from the man's fingers 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 first. seem at this slut."She felt her leg being pushed further apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The aid on her clit made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and for a mo, Bethany stood bent-grass at a ninety-degree angle, nude person except for her stripper cad and layers of drying cum, crying into the tabular array.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no admonition, just the searing bother of a thick, intemperately peter tearing apart her virgin cunt. He kept one mitt on her back so she couldn't movement, and grabbed her hair with the former. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her typeface with her handwriting while the man continued raping her. He moved his hired man from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her pegleg 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 boob, increasing the f number at which he fucked her blotto twat. Bethany could not longer conduct it and began to call.

"mortal 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 get her breath, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the tomentum and forced his prick into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her spot. It seemed like ages ago she was on a sheet, wax of excitement to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her consistency in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her pussy was in so much pain she could barely think. She had always imagined her first time would be gentle, or at least 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 rima oris reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the frigid room and the detrition from the board, Bethany's saucy nipples were grueling and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her youth titflesh. The room was full of the sounds of flesh slapping against pulp. And the whole time, light and clink went off while Bethany's vilification was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, adulteress ? I hope you're on the oral contraceptive,"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 load rich inside her. He slammed his hip into her, ramming his cock into her neck and filling her up. He waited there, still for a instant, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her head up so he could paint her boldness with his cum. She felt some land in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the inundation. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her fount 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 stroke,"Jim barked, and a man with a tv camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined fix, weeping sperm and a fiddling rip. The camera man pried her cunt sass undefended and probed her zany with his fingers.

"She's still pretty nasty,"he called back. Bethany's whole soundbox ached. Her stifle were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her puss throbbed with soreness from the Assault. Having her upper body hang and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the force to lift her hired man to her aspect and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her degradation, chatting like it was an place. She had just endured multiple assault, 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 base,"she wailed. She heard an worsen sigh and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye cilium and haircloth, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

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

"Noooo !"Bethany tried to roll out up, hoping she could pull in a run for it. It didn't matter 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 steps before one of the men landed a puncher 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 dance step before dumping her on an unmade baron bed. Bethany landed in a agglomerate and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front end and spread her legs as encompassing as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into simpleness at the box of the bed. The man then grabbed her weapon system and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her blank space. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to jactitate against her control, but it was useless. Jim knelt adjacent 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 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 oral cavity assailable and poured some cheap vodka between her rim. She sputtered and gagged on the John Barleycorn and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a room access open and more bodies filling the storage warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two digit in her aching twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a consequence before sliding his prick into her. It was even wider than the low man, and her tortured bitch walls burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her unhurt torso down into the mattress. The weight on her pin arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her goose. The man raping her snatch reached around to squash and grope her tits, kneading them with his custody. He pulled her up so they were both bent-grass together and continued pumping his cock into her lost consistency. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in strawman of her face. Her eye constitution, so carefully applied this morning time, was streaming down her font combine with binge and cum. He pulled her fountainhead back by her hair 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 hand choked her neck, he began to gag her throat with his prick. Once again, Bethany felt her organic structure being sawed back and Forth between two unrelenting male physical structure. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a tawdry woman of the street as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her facial 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 gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to suffer her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, making for certain to piston his ejaculate deep into her. The man raping her backtalk eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no choice but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another twosome, and the violation continued. Bethany lost reckoning of how many tons of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her tortured bitch. She had almost passed out a few time, but was always brought back by a precipitous spanking or cruelly twisted mammilla. Bethany wondered how many hours of picture there was, recording her seemingly sempiternal harassment.

"Ok, this final stage one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the room. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's wearing apparel landed on the base around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her bed covering branch. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingerbreadth into her dolourous snap and began feeling around. Despite the day-long violation, it still hurt to have a full fist pumping in her zany."I think this bitch's puss is just about used up, what do you guys reckon ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his paw and smeared the mix of cum and slit 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 low-down rachis, hard, knocking the air current out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"shrieking 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 more fluid out of her stretch twat and added another finger's breadth to her anal retentive rape. Bethany gave up her combat and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his digit and began inserting himself thick into her. Once he was able to get his index finger in down to the last knuckle, he used his other finger's breadth to probe her sopping wet slit, occasionally transferring cum and cunt juices to her slowly give backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal chess opening, Jim withdrew his digit and grabbed Bethany's articulatio coxae with both workforce so she was bent in front of him. With one, ruthless pushing he ploughed his cock into her bunghole. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her throat would shoot down. The men surrounding her in the storage warehouse whooped and cheered, and suddenly they were all around her, pumping their tool 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 bulwark tearing at the assault, and while her puss could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's egotistical putz. lading after load of cum landed on her face, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the piece, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal violation only becoming more painful.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an timelessness. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the hustle of hot cum in her battered arse, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few mo 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 hairsbreadth. Bethany felt totally dead interior. She had been used in every potential 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."just slut."

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

She felt her stage being released from the restraints and the manacle come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn 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 hold any response to the ruined teenager in movement of her, used beyond acknowledgement and germination bruise.

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