Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her lot. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to get around into modeling and even decided to forego college to prosecute her ambition. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blonde, lithe but with chirpy C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling delegacy she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling means responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing fling. $ 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 start course of study 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 pulsation.

She first thought something might be up when the hack dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamourous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy storage warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the presence door and waited. The door swung spread and a middle-aged womanhood with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The door close behind her, and in her agitation Bethany didn't notice the sound 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.

"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 lead to More employment for you. I'm rose wine,"the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her middle on her laptop computer. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some class for you to sign on, very standard. Can't start til you sign and we're on a tight schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the theme 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 door and out into the warehouse. The space was expansive, and frigidness. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and Rose were the simply women. There were over a dozen men milling around - lensman and assistants, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder joint and handed her a formative hanger with a lean bikini on it.

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

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

"Here. ejaculate 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 undress.

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to acknowledge her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the bikini. It was even more unwrap than Bethany first realized - the top was too small-scale for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the face, and the derriere 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 white backdrop under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your titty, look at the photographic 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 situation, kneeling in front man of the man and holding her breasts in her hands. Bright lighter started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really catch them. And fan out your pegleg more. trade good, smell at the camera. wait sexy."Bethany tried to follow his instruction as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front line of her. It took Bethany a moment to agnize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the nookie is the problem here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the luminance. 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 handout. This is a facial shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, flavour 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 common soldier ingathering for some rich 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 zero and stalked back beyond the lighting."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 Brobdingnagian - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure enough.

"open air up, slut. natural language out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twin current of hot cum landed on her face."heart, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink away and sputter as palm of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her disperse status and let the cum land on her.

"Good hussy,"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 mouth to ask. Before any Good Book could occur out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the binding of her head and shoved his cock in her lip. Bethany tried to scream but could barely rest. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick cock as cryptic as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a moment, she went hitch and accepted her look nooky. The man grunted, burying his pecker down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his fond cum shoot out into her pharynx and get it on she had no pick but to swallow. As soon as the man in her pharynx finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her facial expression and tits, as the first pair had. She was now wearing four encumbrance 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 ft and the man handed her a pair of dizzyingly high stiletto hound.

"Get these on and lean over the board,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to strip 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 metal tabular array. It was cold as she pressed her eubstance against it.

"crook over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered impertinence on the insensate Earth's surface. She heard soul come in up behind her, and suddenly her bikini thong was being yanked down. Then the Bikini top was unstring from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male phonation leered at her."banquet ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hands on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands monotone on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the boundary."imperativeness 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 jolting Male hand cup her pussy heap and draw a fingerbreadth across her slit. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few boy. She was a Virgo. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na ask some lube on this beef. I can barely get her subject !"A cool gel was smeared on her pussy sass and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her human face and her eyelids felt crustlike."Don't fight it, infant, you know you want this,"whispered the vocalisation behind her. One fingerbreadth pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his early hand to press on her lower book binding, making her hips buck out toward him. The feeling of warmth from the man's finger's breadth made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so innocent at first. Look at this slut."She felt her ramification being pushed further apart and a finger kickoff to rub against her clit. The tending on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot tears 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 stemmer cad and layer of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no admonition, just the searing pain of a thick, hard shaft tearing apart her Virgo the Virgin twat. He kept one deal on her back so she couldn't move, and grabbed her hairsbreadth with the early. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her case with her bridge player while the man continued raping her. He moved his script from her hairsbreadth and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His other hired man moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waistline, bringing her physical structure finisher to his. He reached up and pawed at her mamilla, increasing the speed at which he fucked her tight twat. Bethany could not longer yield it and began to hollo.

"Someone shut this bitch up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the idle words out of her. Before she could enamour her breathing time, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his prick into her sass. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, wide-cut of excitement to commence her modeling calling. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two shaft ramming her body in rhythm method of birth control while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so a great deal pain she could barely think. She had always imagined her first clock time would be ennoble, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her virginal membrane and forcing apart her virgin cunt.

The man fucking her oral fissure reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it grueling. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert nipples were hard and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The room was replete of the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And the whole clock time, lighter 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 motherfucker were choked by the cock in her pharynx as the man raping her twat grunted and shot his lode cryptic inside her. He slammed his pelvic girdle into her, ramming his hammer 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 caput up so he could paint her aspect with his cum. She felt some land in her mouthpiece and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. 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 horse 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 cell and a lilliputian blood. The camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her bozo with his fingerbreadth.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's whole torso ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her pussy throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her pep pill eubstance bent and pressed against the board made her ache, and she barely had the speciality to elevate her workforce 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 rapes, and they were acting like this was totally normal.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in fussy. 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 exasperate sigh and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye whiplash and hair, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

"You have a tangible bad posture, 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 produce a run for it. It didn't thing than we had cypher 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 poke to her venter. She doubled over and felt her body being hoisted over soul'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 undo king bed. Bethany landed in a mound and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her strawman and spread her legs 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 home. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to facilitate her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her simpleness, but it was useless. Jim knelt succeeding 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 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 oral cavity open and poured some tatty vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the hard drink and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a doorway loose and more consistence filling the warehouse.

The firstly man knelt down between her legs and jammed two fingers in her ache twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a moment before sliding his prick into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her torture bitch wall burned at the usurpation. 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 piercing annoyance in her twat. The man raping her pussy reached around to press and grope her boob, kneading them with his handwriting. He pulled her up so they were both turn together and continued pumping his hammer into her lost body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up location kneel in front of her facial expression. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this dawn, was streaming down her face mingle with bout and cum. He pulled her head back by her pilus 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 pharynx and squeezing. As his manus choked her neck, he began to pass her pharynx with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her physical structure being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male organic structure. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a meretricious whore as he slammed her facial expression against him. He fucked her facial expression like he hated her, like he wanted her to endure ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with standardised relish, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as abstruse into her snatch as potential, making sure to piston his cum deep into her. The man raping her rima oris eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no option 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 cocks had been jammed in her tortured twat. She had almost passed out a few fourth dimension, but was always brought back by a incisive spanking or cruelly pervert teat. Bethany wondered how many hours of moving-picture show there was, recording her seemingly interminable torment.

"Ok, this hold out 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 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 fingers into her weeping bit and began feeling around. Despite the day-long ravishment, it still hurt to experience a wide clenched fist pumping in her puss."I think this squawk's bitch 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 manus and smeared the mix of cum and kitty juice on Bethany's SOB.

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 clenched fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the tip out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"screaming all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her whoreson with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped Thomas More fluid out of her elongate slit and added another finger to her anal retentive 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 finger's breadth and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was capable to get his index finger finger's breadth in down to the terminal knuckle, he used his other finger's breadth to examine her sopping wet cunt, occasionally transferring cum and snatch juices to her slowly opening backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her loath anal opening night, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's hips with both hands so she was bent in front of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his prick 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 dick at her. Multiple work force were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair's-breadth and rubbing her cunt. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole relentlessly. She could palpate her anal rampart tearing at the assault, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing rubbing of Jim's swell up cock. Load after load of cum landed on her face, back and titmouse as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the patch, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal retentive ravishment 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 confidence trick of hot cum in her batter 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 presence 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, spring to a dirty 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 patch as the pace retreated around her. Finally, she was alone. Almost.

She felt her legs being released from the restraint and the manacle come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her back. She was sticky with cum. rise up stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined stripling in front of her, used beyond recognition 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 real name on it. keep back an eye out, I'm surely it will be popular."She dropped an gasbag, presumably with a stoppage in it, next to Bethany and walked away .