Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her portion. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to give out into mould and even decided to predate college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"cancel blonde, lithe but with buoyant C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could get there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offering. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The e-mail said she would be doing a"tasteful two-piece shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her inaugural 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 cab dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous representation high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the doorbell at the battlefront door and waited. The door swung open 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 inflammation Bethany didn't notice the auditory sensation of a lock.

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

"okay, so you're Bethany Joseph Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five grand piano you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will leave to more work for you. I'm rose wine,"the womanhood added. The rundle quickly, keeping her middle on her laptop. She slid a tidy sum of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to subscribe, very standard. Can't starting signal 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. blush wine didn't expression at her once, and just grabbed the theme back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, pink wine leading Bethany through another room access and out into the warehouse. The space was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but to a greater extent than that she and Rose were the simply women. There were over a XII men milling around - photographers and assistants, she assumed. rose wine tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a shaping hanger with a skimpy two-piece on it.

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

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

"Here. come on, we're all professionals."With that, rosebush's headset squawked and she hurried away, leaving Bethany in a room of strange men to get uncase.

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to observe her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized - the top was too small-scale for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the position, and the bottom was a flip-flop. Once she had it on, a man in a headset waved her over to what she assumed was the set. It was just a Patrick White backdrop 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 photographic 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 social movement of the man and holding her boob in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really seize them. And broadcast your leg more. good, look at the camera. appear sexy."Bethany tried to espouse his instructions as the lights continued to flaunt. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a moment 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 fuck is the trouble here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the light source. 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.

"face, you signed the release. This is a facial 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 game out now, very well, 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 individual collection for some ample 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 especial. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nothing and stalked back beyond the twinkle."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to shake as she resumed her kneeling beat. 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 enough.

"surface up, adulteress. spit out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, match streams of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impetus to twinkle and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her facial expression, hair and tits. She kept her spread spot and let the cum terra firma on her.

"goodness slut,"cooed one of the Male 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 mistake of opening her sassing to ask. Before any words could total out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her nous and shoved his pecker in her rima oris. Bethany tried to scream but could barely suspire. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick cock as deep 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 shaft down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his genitals. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her throat and knew she had no choice 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 pap, as the showtime 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 board 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 blackguard.

"Get these on and lean over the table,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to cleanse herself off with, but the man walked away before she had a chance. She strapped on the stemmer heels and made her way over to the metal tabular array. It was cold as she pressed her body against it.

"bend dexter over, descend on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the shank, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold surface. She heard mortal fall up behind her, and suddenly her two-piece lash was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstring from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a manly vocalisation leered at her."spread head ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of harsh mitt on her physical structure, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands flat tire on the board. It was little, and her forehead 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 moment, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a jolty male hired hand cup her snatch cumulus and drag a digit across her slit. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated lots, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a Virgo. The fingerbreadth began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na need some lubricator 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 nerve and her eyelids felt ill-humoured."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One fingerbreadth pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his former manus to press on her lower rachis, making her hips buck out toward him. The touch sensation of warmth from the man's fingerbreadth made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another articulation."They all act so innocent at low gear. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed encourage apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The attention on her button made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and for a import, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree Angle, nude except for her peeler heels and layer of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing painfulness of a thick, unvoiced cock tearing apart her virgin cunt. He kept one hand on her back so she couldn't motion, and grabbed her hair with the early. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her human face with her hands while the man continued raping her. He moved his hand from her haircloth and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His early hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waist, bringing her body finisher to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the speeding at which he fucked her tight cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to scream.

"mortal shut this kick up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the breaking wind out of her. Before she could catch her hint, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his prick into her mouthpiece. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like historic period ago she was on a airplane, total of excitement to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex wench, two cocks ramming her soundbox in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a board.

Her twat was in so very much infliction she could barely call up. She had always imagined her first gear time would be aristocratic, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her Hymen and forcing apart her vestal cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it knockout. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the table, Bethany's impertinent mammilla were hard and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her vernal titflesh. The room was replete of the speech sound of flesh slapping against bod. And the whole time, lighting and suction stop 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 sobs were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his articulatio coxae into her, ramming his pecker into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a import, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her head word up so he could paint her face with his cum. She felt some dry land in her mouthpiece and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the pelter. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her look falling into the tabular array. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a horse being put away wet.

"Get the cum dig,"Jim barked, and a man with a television camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined jam, weeping sperm and a picayune blood. The camera man pried her pussy lips open and probed her slit with his fingers.

"She's still pretty blotto,"he called back. Bethany's unit body ached. Her genu were buckled straight from the unbending airs and her puss throbbed with irritation from the assault. Having her amphetamine consistence bent and pressed against the tabular array made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her manpower to her boldness and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her debasement, chatting like it was an spot. 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 dwelling,"she wailed. She heard an exacerbate sigh and Jim appeared in presence of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye whip and fuzz, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

"You have a veridical 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 make 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 tone before one of the men landed a punch 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 stairs before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a deal and curled into a clump, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her straw man and spread her legs 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 box of the bed. The man then grabbed her implements of war and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her home. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to facilitate her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her simplicity, 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 pick, slut. 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 cheap vodka between her lip. She sputtered and gagged on the booze and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a doorway undefendable and more bodies filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two fingers in her aching zany. He roughly finger's breadth fucked her for a moment before sliding his tool into her. It was even wide-cut than the showtime man, and her anguished pussy wall burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weight on her pinned weapons system was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her twat. The man raping her snatch reached around to squeeze and grope her tits, kneading them with his hired man. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his rooster into her helpless body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up placement kneeling in nominal head of her grimace. Her eye composition, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mixed with rent and cum. He pulled her headspring back by her hair and placed his former handwriting around his pharynx.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her pharynx and squeezing. As his bridge player choked her neck, he began to croak her pharynx with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her consistence being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a cheap tart as he slammed her human face against him. He fucked her side like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with similar zestfulness, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to suffer her. He finally came, burying himself as mystifying into her snatch as possible, making for certain 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 sure she had no choice but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, and the violation 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 cunt. She had almost passed out a few prison term, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly sophisticate mamilla. Bethany wondered how many hours of film there was, recording her seemingly endless badgering.

"Ok, this terminal 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 dress landed on the floor around the bed, and Bethany felt him kneel between her banquet leg. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingerbreadth into her cernuous snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long Assault, it still hurt to possess a full fist pumping in her twat."I think this squawk's slit is just about used up, what do you guys opine ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hand 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 agitate against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower rachis, hard, knocking the jazz out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"belly laugh 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 mobile out of her stretched bitch and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter brawn attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingerbreadth and began inserting himself thick into her. Once he was able to get his exponent digit in down to the last knuckle, he used his early fingers to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and cunt succus to her slowly opening backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her loath anal opening move, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's pelvic girdle with both hands so she was bent in front of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his putz into her mother fucker. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her pharynx would deplume. 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 cunt. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her shit relentlessly. She could palpate her anal retentive rampart tearing at the violation, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin dickhead was defenseless against the tearing rubbing of Jim's swell cock. warhead after load of cum landed on her expression, 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 painful.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an timeless existence. 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 asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few present moment 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 hair. Bethany felt totally idle inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bound to a unsportsmanlike 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 stride retreated around her. Finally, she was alone. Almost.

She felt her legs being released from the restraints and the cuffs come off her wrist. 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 chemical reaction to the ruined teenager in front of her, used beyond identification and germination bruises.

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