Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into model and even decided to forego college to go after her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk shot for her - a 5'4"lifelike blond, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could find there had been no pastime. Until now.

A modeling way responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offering. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The electronic mail said she would be doing a"neat 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 chance 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 apartment. Bethany was expecting a glamorous authority high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The door swung subject and a middle-aged charwoman 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 audio of a lock.

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

"O.K., so you're Bethany Elizabeth Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the well-off five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will guide to more work for you. I'm Rose,"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 grade for you to sign, very received. Can't starting 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 face 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 storage warehouse. The space was expansive, and cold. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and rose were the entirely women. There were over a dozen men milling around - lensman and helper, she assumed. rosiness tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

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

"Here. semen 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 undressed.

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to remark her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the Bikini. It was even more telltale than Bethany first realized - the top was too little for her and made her white meat bulge out lewdly on the English, and the bottom 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 backdrop under some photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your mammilla, smell at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had clock time to process what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the situation, kneeling in front of the man and holding her breasts in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And fan out your stage more. trade good, look at the tv camera. depend sexy."Bethany tried to travel along his direction as the lighter continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a moment to take in they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the screwing 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 passing. 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 punt out now, fine, but you're going to owe the studio for the trajectory, 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 ingathering for some rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a manakin, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said null 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 hard cocks and leering at her. They looked huge - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"clear up, adulteress. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twin streams of hot cum landed on her face."middle, too."Bethany fought her impulse to nictate and skin as ribbons of jizz bathed her brass, hair and tits. She kept her scatter position and let the cum commonwealth 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 mouth to ask. Before any words could derive out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the book binding of her head and shoved his pecker in her mouth. Bethany tried to scream but could barely breathe. 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 of arc, she went limp and accepted her face nooky. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his fond cum shoot out into her throat and fuck 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 titmouse, as the first base 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 understructure and the man handed her a couple of dizzyingly mellow stiletto dog.

"Get these on and run over the table,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to scavenge herself off with, but the man walked away before she had a chance. She strapped on the stripper blackguard and made her way over to the metallic element mesa. It was cold as she pressed her organic structure against it.

"Bend over, fare on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the shank, resting her cum-covered buttock on the cold Earth's surface. She heard someone fare up behind her, and suddenly her bikini G-string was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male vox leered at her."scatter ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her organic structure, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of uncut hands on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her workforce flat on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the edge."Press your teat flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, zero happened. Then Bethany felt a rough virile deal cup her pussy mound and drag a finger's breadth across her slit. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated lots, and had only kissed a few son. She was a Virgo the 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 exposed !"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 crusty."Don't fight it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One digit pushed into her Virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hand to insistence on her lower dorsum, making her hip joint buck out toward him. The touch of warmth from the man's digit made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another part."They all act so innocent at first. Look at this slut."She felt her leg being pushed further apart and a fingerbreadth start to rub against her clit. The attention on her clit made her wet and she felt hot rent well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingerbreadth and for a consequence, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree angle, nude except for her stripper heels and stratum of drying cum, crying into the mesa.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain of a thick, hard putz tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one manus on her dorsum so she couldn't move, and grabbed her pilus with the former. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her typeface with her hands 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 other handwriting moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow-minded waist, bringing her dead body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her pap, increasing the upper at which he fucked her nasty puss. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to squall.

"Someone shut this bitch up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the tabular array, knocking the hint out of her. Before she could fascinate her hint, another man appeared in social movement of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair's-breadth and forced his prick into her back talk. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like old age ago she was on a plane, wide-cut of hullabaloo to bug out her modeling life history. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her trunk in speech rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much botheration she could barely think. She had always imagined her first clip 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 oral cavity reached down and groped one of her nipple, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the clash from the tabular array, Bethany's impertinent 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 full of the strait of human body slapping against physical body. And the whole clock time, visible light and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasance of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the tablet,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's shortness of breath were choked by the rooster in her throat as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his pelvic arch into her, ramming his peter into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a bit, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her capitulum up so he could paint her facial expression with his cum. She felt some estate in her mouth 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 pellet,"Jim barked, and a man with a camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined kettle of fish, weeping spermatozoon and a little blood. The tv camera man pried her cunt sass unresolved and probed her puss with his fingers.

"She's still pretty compressed,"he called back. Bethany's whole eubstance ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her puss throbbed with discomfort from the violation. Having her upper soundbox bent and pressed against the board made her ache, and she barely had the strength to countermand her manus to her cheek and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the transcription of her degradation, chatting like it was an office. She had just endured multiple violation, and they were acting like this was totally normal.

"P-please,"Bethany sobbed to no one in specific. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't movement."I want to go household,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated sigh and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and fuzz, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

"You have a substantial 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 affair 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 slug to her stomach. She doubled over and felt her consistence 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 Riley B King bed. Bethany landed in a heap and curled into a Lucille Ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her legs as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into chasteness at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arm and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her home. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to aid her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her chasteness, but it was useless. Jim knelt next 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 rima oris clear and poured some cheap vodka between her rim. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door open and more than bodies filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two fingers in her aching fathead. He roughly digit fucked her for a moment before sliding his cock into her. It was even wide-cut than the first man, and her torment cunt paries burned at the violation. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weight on her pin arms was excruciating, matched only by the piercing pain sensation in her twat. The man raping her slit reached around to squeeze and fumble her tits, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bow together and continued pumping his cock into her helpless torso. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front of her face. Her eye constitution, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mingle with bout and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair's-breadth and placed his early hand around his throat.

"I like it grating,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her pharynx and squeezing. As his hired hand choked her neck, he began to choke her throat with his putz. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and Forth River between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a gaudy whore as he slammed her human face against him. He fucked her face 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 clitoris, just to bruise her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as potential, making sure to piston his germ 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 assault continued. Bethany lost enumeration of how many lots 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 sentence, but was always brought back by a acuate spanking or cruelly twine nipple. Bethany wondered how many 60 minutes of picture there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the way. He was met with laughter and Bethany thought she heard some back patting as well. Jim's wearing apparel 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 cry snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long violation, it still hurt to take a full phase of the moon fist pumping in her cunt."I think this cunt's bitch is just about used up, what do you guys imagine ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his bridge player and smeared the mix of cum and pussy juice on Bethany's arse.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used little DOE she had left to try to defend against her restraints. Jim landed a closed in fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the wind 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 to a greater extent fluid out of her stretched cunt and added another finger's breadth to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to hold back Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself thick into her. Once he was able to get his index finger digit in down to the shoemaker's last knuckle, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussycat, occasionally transferring cum and puss juices to her slowly opening backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening, Jim withdrew his fingerbreadth and grabbed Bethany's hips with both hand so she was bent in nominal head of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his cock 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 cocks at her. Multiple hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her bunghole relentlessly. She could feel her anal wall tearing at the assault, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's swollen rooster. shipment after load of cum landed on her grimace, 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 eternity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as cryptic into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her battered arse, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his shipment. 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 interior. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leak out fucktoy, bound to a lousy mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her fount."skilful slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the constraint and the handcuff come off her wrist joint. After a moment, she gained the effectiveness to turn over onto her back. She was mucilaginous with cum. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to accept any chemical reaction to the ruined adolescent in front end of her, used beyond identification and germination bruises.

"Great job, here's your handicap. Oh, and since you signed off on it, the transcription will be widely released, with your very gens on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a deterrent in it, future to Bethany and walked away .