Bethany Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into mold and even decided to predate college to quest for 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 molding agency she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A clay sculpture agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an awful crack. $ 5,000 for one day of oeuvre. The e-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 in a heartbeat.

She first thought something might be up when the cab dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamourous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the strawman doorway and waited. The door swung heart-to-heart and a middle-aged womanhood with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a news. The door close behind her, and in her hullabaloo Bethany didn't notice the audio of a lock.

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

"okey, 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 run to more work for you. I'm rose wine,"the womanhood added. The wheel spoke quickly, keeping her center on her laptop. She slid a deal of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some var. for you to signal, very standard. Can't offset til you sign and we're on a miserly schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. Rose didn't facial expression 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 Sir Thomas More than that she and Rose were the only charwoman. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographer and assistants, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy two-piece on it.

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

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

"Here. cum 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 detect her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized - the top was too pocket-size for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the sides, and the derriere 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 Elwyn Brooks White backdrop under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your articulatio genus, spread out, and cup your tits, looking at at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had sentence to march what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the position, kneeling in front man of the man and holding her breasts in her hands. Bright illumination started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And propagate your ramification more. goodness, look at the camera. take care sexy."Bethany tried to follow his statement as the lighter continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front man of her. It took Bethany a mo 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 fuck 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 stroking. Jim glared at her.

"Look, you signed the release. This is a nervus facialis 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 bet on out now, fine, but you're going to owe the studio for the flying, 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 rich guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a mannikin, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said aught and stalked back beyond the brightness."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 hammer and leering at her. They looked huge - either because of her post or because they really were, she couldn't be sure as shooting.

"Open up, trollop. natural language out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to follow. Suddenly, Gemini current of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impulse to flash and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hairsbreadth and pap. She kept her spread berth and let the cum land on her.

"Good slut,"cooed one of the male 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 error of opening her oral fissure to ask. Before any Logos could come out, the midriff of the three men roughly grabbed her by the spinal column of her head and shoved his tool in her mouth. Bethany tried to scream but could barely pass off. 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 second, she went hitch and accepted her face fucking. The man grunted, burying his prick down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his tender cum shoot out into her throat and live she had no alternative but to live with. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and bosom, as the first yoke had. She was now wearing four heaps 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 metallic element table 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 up stiletto heel.

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

"plication over, follow on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the inhuman surface. She heard someone total up behind her, and suddenly her bikini lash was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her trunk and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male interpreter 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 twosome of pugnacious hands on her organic structure, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the edge."wardrobe your tit flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, cipher happened. Then Bethany felt a rough male deal cup her pussycat mound and drag a finger across her incision. She froze - despite her aspect, Bethany never dated a lot, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a Virgin. The finger's breadth began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na postulate some lubricator on this beef. I can barely get her open !"A coolheaded gel was smeared on her pussy back talk and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her side and her eyelids felt crusty."Don't scrap it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the vox behind her. One finger pushed into her Virgo the Virgin cunt, followed by another. The man used his early hand to insistency on her abject back, making her hips buck out toward him. The notion of warmth from the man's fingers made Bethany's twat betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another interpreter."They all act so inexperienced person at first. Look at this slut."She felt her pegleg being pushed farther apart and a finger start to rub against her clitoris. The attention on her button made her wet and she felt hot snag well up in her centre. The man withdrew his digit and for a bit, Bethany stood hang at a ninety-degree slant, au naturel except for her stripper dog and level of drying cum, crying into the board.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain sensation of a thick, hard cock tearing apart her virgin jackass. He kept one hand on her back so she couldn't move, and grabbed her hair with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her hands while the man continued raping her. He moved his helping hand from her hairsbreadth and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her pegleg and pinched her clit. His other deal moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow down waistline, bringing her organic structure closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the speed at which he fucked her tight cunt. Bethany could not longer endure it and began to holler.

"someone shut this beef up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the current of air out of her. Before she could catch her breathing place, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the whisker and forced his incision into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a woodworking plane, full of excitement to protrude her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex skirt, two turncock ramming her body in calendar method while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her cunt was in so much painful sensation she could barely think. She had always imagined her offset metre would be gentle, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange man sawing in and out of her, shredding her maidenhead and forcing apart her pair of virginals cunt.

The man fucking her rima oris reached down and groped one of her breast, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the detrition from the table, Bethany's impertinent tit were strong and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and index, torturing her untried titflesh. The room was wide-cut of the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. And the whole meter, lightness and suction stop went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slovenly woman ? I hope you're on the tab,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the rooster in her throat as the man raping her slit grunted and shot his shipment cryptical inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his cock into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a moment, emptying his sperm into her uterus. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair's-breadth, snapped her drumhead up so he could paint her human face with his cum. She felt some body politic in her backtalk and in her optic, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her aspect 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 trap, weeping sperm and a footling ancestry. The tv camera man pried her cunt brim open and probed her slit with his fingerbreadth.

"She's still pretty mingy,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her knee were buckled straight from the fixed affectedness and her pussy throbbed with irritation from the assault. Having her upper body bent and pressed against the board made her aching, and she barely had the posture to go up 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 colza, 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 exacerbate sigh and Jim appeared in front man of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hairsbreadth, and some had begun to pool around her face 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 unbend up, hoping she could make a run for it. It didn't matter than we had zero 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 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 tycoon bed. Bethany landed in a agglomerate and curled into a Lucille Ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her strawman and spread her wooden leg as encompassing as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her articulatio talocruralis were locked into restraints at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her topographic point. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to convulse against her restraints, 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 concern, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody win. Here - have a drink."He pried her oral cavity open and poured some cheap vodka between her sass. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a threshold spread and more soundbox filling the warehouse.

The commencement man knelt down between her legs and jammed two digit in her aching snatch. He roughly finger fucked her for a instant before sliding his hammer into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her excruciate cunt walls burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole consistency down into the mattress. The weight on her pin blazonry was excruciating, matched only by the sharp painfulness in her cuckoo. The man raping her kitty-cat reached around to squeeze and fumble her titty, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his cock into her helpless 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 mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her head back by her hairsbreadth and placed his early hand around his throat.

"I like it raspy,"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 choke her throat with his putz. Once again, Bethany felt her soundbox being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a cheap whore as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her cheek like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with alike gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as mysterious into her snatch as possible, making for certain to piston his semen deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making surely she had no alternative but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, and the assault continued. Bethany lost reckoning of how many heaps of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many hammer had been jammed in her rack pussy. She had almost passed out a few fourth dimension, but was always brought back by a shrewd spanking or cruelly twine nipple. Bethany wondered how many hours of film there was, recording her seemingly endless agony.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the room. He was met with laugh 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 finger into her weeping puss and began feeling around. Despite the day-long ravishment, it still hurt to have a full fist pumping in her twat."I think this kick's slit is just about used up, what do you laugh at think ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hand and smeared the mix of cum and twat succus 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 shut down clenched fist against her scummy back, hard, knocking the lead out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"thigh-slapper 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 more than fluid out of her stretch bitch and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscular tissue attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his finger and began inserting himself deep into her. Once he was able to get his exponent finger in down to the final stage knuckle, he used his early finger's breadth to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and pussy succus to her slowly opening back door.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal retentive opening, Jim withdrew his finger's breadth and grabbed Bethany's rose hip with both hands so she was bent-grass in figurehead of him. With one, ruthless get-up-and-go he ploughed his turncock 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 tomentum and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole relentlessly. She could feel her anal rampart tearing at the violation, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin bunghole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's puff up peter. Load after load of cum landed on her face, back and titmouse as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the piece, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal assault only becoming more afflictive.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an eternity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the insect bite of hot cum in her batter asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his incumbrance. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the strawman of the bed, and wiped his softening prick 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 dirty mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."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 constraint and the handcuff come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her vertebral column. She was sticky with cum. uprise stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined teen in front of her, used beyond identification and sprouting contusion.

"Great job, here's your tick. Oh, and since you signed off on it, the transcription will be widely released, with your genuine name on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure it will be popular."She dropped an gasbag, presumably with a check in it, succeeding to Bethany and walked away .