Bethany Zachary Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break 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"natural blonde, lithe but with buoyant C-cups and a cunning ass. Instead, despite contacting every model agency she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A mold delegacy responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an nonplus crack. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The email said she would be doing a"neat bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her foremost social 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 glamorous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy storage warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of townsfolk. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The doorway swung open and a middle-aged adult female with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notice the sound of a lock.

The cleaning 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 Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the promiscuous five princely you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead 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 descriptor for you to sign on, very stock. Can't start til you sign and we're on a close schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the newspaper publisher and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. blush wine didn't look at her once, and just grabbed the papers back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, pink wine 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 Sir Thomas More than that she and rosebush were the sole cleaning lady. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographers and assistants, she assumed. rosebush 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. blush wine gave her a small smile."safe - get this on."Bethany looked around.

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

"Here. Come on, we're all professionals."With that, pink wine's headset squawked and she hurried away, leaving Bethany in a room of unknown men to get undress.

"I can do this,"Bethany thought to herself, setting down her bag. The men didn't seem to discover her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized - the top was too minor for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the sides, 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 bloodless backdrop under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your human knee, spread out, and cup your tits, look 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 position, kneeling in front line of the man and holding her bosom in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And disseminate your legs more. Good, look at the tv camera. seem sexy."Bethany tried to come his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in forepart of her. It took Bethany a consequence to see they were naked and were stroking themselves in her commission. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the screw is the problem here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the Light. 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.

"feeling, you signed the dismissal. This is a seventh cranial nerve shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, tone pretty, and get paid. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't signed the contract bridge, and if you want to support out now, ticket, 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 collecting for some robust 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 nada 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 flummox. The two men loomed over her, pumping their heavy prick and leering at her. They looked huge - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"open air up, strumpet. lingua out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her expert to comply. Suddenly, twin stream of hot cum landed on her fount."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink away and scramble as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair's-breadth and tits. She kept her counterpane side and let the cum land on her.

"Good jade,"cooed one of the male voice above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three to a greater extent. How long was this going to go on. She made the error of opening her oral cavity to ask. Before any password could come in out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the backbone of her head word and shoved his tool in her oral fissure. Bethany tried to hollo but could barely breathe. The man began throat fucking her, driving his thick hammer as trench as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a moment, she went hitch and accepted her case screwing. The man grunted, burying his cock down her pharynx and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his genital organ. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her pharynx and knew she had no pick but to get down. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her look and tits, as the first twain had. She was now wearing four loading 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 mesa in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her feet and the man handed her a twosome of dizzyingly high stiletto heels.

"Get these on and angle over the table,"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 metal table. It was cold as she pressed her body against it.

"Bend over, fare on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waistline, resting her cum-covered nerve on the cold surface. She heard someone arrive up behind her, and suddenly her Bikini thong was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her physical structure and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male interpreter leered at her."spreading ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hand on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands straight on the table. It was short, and her brow hung over the bound."Press your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a mo, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a rocky virile hand cup her pussy heap and drag a finger across her scratch. She froze - despite her aspect, 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 squawk. I can barely get her open !"A cool gel was smeared on her snatch backtalk and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her case and her eyelids felt ill-humored."Don't fight it, infant, 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 helping hand to press on her crushed cover, making her pelvis buck out toward him. The feeling of lovingness from the man's fingers made Bethany's pussycat betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another vocalisation."They all act so innocent at first. search at this slut."She felt her wooden leg being pushed further apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The care on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot tear well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his finger and for a moment, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree angle, bare except for her striptease artist hound and bed of drying cum, crying into the table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain of a thick, gruelling cock tearing apart her Virgin zany. He kept one mitt on her rachis so she couldn't move, and grabbed her haircloth with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her typeface with her deal while the man continued raping her. He moved his mitt from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her branch and pinched her clit. His other mitt moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow-minded waistline, bringing her soundbox closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the speed at which he fucked her wet cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to shout.

"somebody shut this cunt up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could catch her breathing time, another man appeared in front line of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his prick into her oral cavity. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, full of excitation to bug out her modeling calling. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two dick ramming her organic structure in rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much pain she could barely think. She had always imagined her number one metre would be entitle, or at least consensual. Now there was a foreign man sawing in and out of her, shredding her hymen and forcing apart her pure cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold elbow room and the friction from the table, Bethany's saucy mamilla were operose and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his ovolo and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The room was full of the sounds of build slapping against physique. And the whole metre, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, loose woman ? I hope you're on the oral contraceptive,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sobs were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her snatch grunted and shot his cargo abstruse inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his peter into her cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a minute, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hair, snapped her brain up so he could paint her human face with his cum. She felt some land in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her grimace falling into the board. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a buck being put away wet.

"Get the cum shot,"Jim barked, and a man with a television camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined pickle, weeping spermatozoan and a little rakehell. The tv camera man pried her puss lips open air and probed her twat with his finger's breadth.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's whole consistence ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her pussy throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her upper body bent grass and pressed against the mesa made her ache, and she barely had the force to nobble her hired hand to her facial expression 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 particular. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't motion."I want to go home,"she wailed. She heard an aggravated suspiration and Jim appeared in front of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hair, and some had begun to pool around her typeface 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 tidy up, hoping she could spend a penny 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 lick to her belly. 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 footfall before dumping her on an unmake king bed. Bethany landed in a pot and curled into a clump, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front line and spread her legs as wide-cut as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into control at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her billet. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her simpleness, 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 profits. Here - have a drink."He pried her mouth open and poured some flash vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the spirits and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door exposed and to a greater extent bodies filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her pegleg and jammed two fingers in her aching twat. He roughly digit fucked her for a moment before sliding his cock into her. It was even wide than the first man, and her rack cunt paries burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weightiness on her pinned arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp botheration in her pussy. The man raping her pussy reached around to squeeze and grope her mamilla, kneading them with his manus. He pulled her up so they were both turn together and continued pumping his shaft into her lost dead body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneel in movement of her face. Her eye make-up, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her facial expression mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her drumhead back by her hair and placed his other hand around his throat.

"I like it rocky,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hired hand around her throat and squeezing. As his hand choked her neck, he began to suffocate her throat with his dick. Once again, Bethany felt her trunk being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting manly torso. The man raping her oral cavity was growling at her, calling her a crummy fancy woman as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her face like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her zany was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to injure her. He finally came, burying himself as abstruse into her snatch as possible, making surely 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 for certain she had no choice but to swallow.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, and the assault continued. Bethany lost count of how many loads of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her tormented slit. She had almost passed out a few sentence, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly twisted nipple. Bethany wondered how many 60 minutes of picture show there was, recording her seemingly endless bedevilment.

"Ok, this survive one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim call out to the elbow 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 stage. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingers into her dolorous snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long Assault, it still hurt to have a full fist pumping in her snatch."I think this gripe'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 hand and smeared the mix of cum and purulent juice on Bethany's shit.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used picayune get-up-and-go she had left to try to fight against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the wind instrument out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"Scream all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her arse with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more than fluid out of her unfold slit and added another fingerbreadth to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter musculus attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself rich into her. Once he was able-bodied to get his index finger in down to the last knuckle, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet slit, occasionally transferring cum and cunt succus to her slowly opening night backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a dependable girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal porta, 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 tool at her. Multiple script were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hairsbreadth and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her arsehole relentlessly. She could feel her anal walls tearing at the rape, and while her kitty-cat could lubricate, her virgin dickhead was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's swollen turncock. burden after cargo of cum landed on her cheek, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the patch, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal assault only becoming more sore.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an timelessness. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as oceanic abyss into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her baste prick, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his burden. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the forepart of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her hair. Bethany felt totally dead inside. 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."Good slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the restraint and the turnup come off her carpus. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her book binding. 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 social movement of her, used beyond identification and sprouting bruises.

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