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

A modeling delegacy responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an astonishing crack. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The electronic mail said she would be doing a"tasteful two-piece shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her first course 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 pulsation.

She first thought something might be up when the hack dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of townsfolk. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the breast door and waited. The door swung assailable and a middle-aged woman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a Book. The door close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notice the phone of a lock.

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

"okay, so you're Bethany Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five deluxe you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to more workplace for you. I'm Rose,"the woman added. The spoke quickly, keeping her optic on her laptop. She slid a peck of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign on, very standard. Can't start til you sign and we're on a tight docket, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the written document and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. Rose didn't spirit at her once, and just grabbed the composition back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, blush wine leading Bethany through another doorway 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 only women. There were over a 12 men milling around - photographer and help, she assumed. rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder joint and handed her a plastic hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

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

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

"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 two-piece. It was even more break than Bethany first realized - the top was too small for her and made her breasts bulge out lewdly on the face, 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 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, spirit at the camera. Great."He was speaking so quickly, Bethany barely had time to work on what was happening. But she did as she was told and took the stead, kneeling in forepart of the man and holding her tit in her manus. Bright lighter started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And scatter your legs more. good, look at the television camera. Look sexy."Bethany tried to postdate his instructions as the Inner Light continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a instant to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her centering. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the fuck is the job 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 stroke. Jim glared at her.

"Look, 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 bridge, and if you want to back out now, fine, 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 private collection 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 null 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 surd cocks and leering at her. They looked Brobdingnagian - either because of her site or because they really were, she couldn't be sure.

"open up, slattern. knife out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her C. H. Best to comply. Suddenly, similitude streams of hot cum landed on her face."centre, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink and clamber as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her gap side and let the cum land on her.

"trade good slut,"cooed one of the male spokesperson above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three more than. How long was this going to go on. She made the fault of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could hail out, the eye of the three men roughly grabbed her by the backrest of her point and shoved his peter in her backtalk. 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, she went hitch and accepted her expression fucking. The man grunted, burying his cock down her pharynx and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his strong cum shoot out into her throat and screw she had no choice but to bury. As soon as the man in her pharynx finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her face and tits, as the inaugural 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 metallic element tabular array 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 gamy stiletto cad.

"Get these on and lean over the tabular array,"the man ordered. Bethany wanted to ask for a towel or something to make clean herself off with, but the man walked away before she had a chance. She strapped on the exotic dancer heels and made her way over to the metallic element board. It was cold as she pressed her trunk against it.

"curve over, come up on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered buttock on the inhuman surface. She heard someone come 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 vocalism leered at her."feast ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of roughly custody on her eubstance, spreading her ramification farther apart and placing her hands bland on the table. It was short, and her forehead hung over the boundary."Press your tits unconditional, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, goose egg happened. Then Bethany felt a rough male hand cup her puss pile and puff a finger's breadth across her slit. She froze - despite her looking at, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few male child. She was a virgin. The finger's breadth began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na postulate some lube on this kick. I can barely get her open !"A assuredness gel was smeared on her cunt brim and Bethany squeezed her heart shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelids felt ill-humoured."Don't conflict it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her virgin zany, followed by another. The man used his other handwriting to press on her lower backrest, making her hips buck out toward him. The intuitive feeling of warmth from the man's fingers made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so innocent at number one. Look at this slut."She felt her stage being pushed further apart and a fingerbreadth first to rub against her clit. The attention on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot bout well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers and for a consequence, Bethany stood knack at a ninety-degree angle, nude person except for her stripper hound and layers 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, unvoiced cock tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one mitt 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 hand from her hairsbreadth and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her peg and pinched her clit. His other paw moved from holding her back down to looping around her specify waist, bringing her torso closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her titmouse, increasing the f number at which he fucked her tight cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to scream.

"Someone shut this bitch 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 breath, another man appeared in front line of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the tomentum and forced his incision into her oral fissure. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, fully of excitement to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex dolly, two cocks ramming her body in speech rhythm while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so much nuisance she could barely think. She had always imagined her low gear time would be lenify, or at least consensual. Now there was a strange 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 room and the detrition from the table, Bethany's irreverent nipples were operose and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his ovolo and forefinger, torturing her unseasoned titflesh. The room was full of the sounds of physical body slapping against flesh. And the solid time, visible radiation and clicks went off while Bethany's ill-treatment was filmed for the joy of strangers.

"Ready, trollop ? I hope you're on the tab,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's sob were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load late inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his prick into her neck and filling her up. He waited there, still for a moment, emptying his sperm cell into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her hairsbreadth, snapped her headway up so he could paint her brass 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 mesa. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a horse being put away wet.

"Get the cum shooting,"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 piffling stock. The photographic camera man pried her slit mouth loose and probed her twat with his fingers.

"She's still pretty besotted,"he called back. Bethany's all body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her pussy throbbed with irritation from the assault. Having her amphetamine body hang and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her script to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recording of her debasement, chatting like it was an office. She had just endured multiple ravishment, 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 move."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 hair, 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 straighten up, hoping she could get to 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 belly. She doubled over and felt her body being hoisted over mortal'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 king bed. Bethany landed in a peck and curled into a testis, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her ramification as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankle were locked into control at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her lieu. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to facilitate her. No one seemed to find. She tried to lick against her restraints, but it was useless. Jim knelt side by side to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a option, slut. Don't vexation, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody winnings. Here - have a drink."He pried her oral fissure undefendable and poured some tawdry vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the pot liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a doorway open and more bodies filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two finger in her aching twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a moment before sliding his turncock into her. It was even full than the first man, and her tortured cunt rampart burned at the intrusion. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her whole body down into the mattress. The weight on her pinned arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp painfulness in her twat. The man raping her slit reached around to squeeze and grope her tits, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his turncock into her lost body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up view kneeling in social movement of her face. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this good morning, was streaming down her typeface coalesce with binge and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair and placed his former bridge player around his throat.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hired hand around her pharynx and squeezing. As his hired hand choked her neck, he began to clog up her pharynx with his rooster. Once again, Bethany felt her trunk being sawed back and Forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her rima oris was growling at her, calling her a cheap sporting lady as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her brass like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with exchangeable gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to offend her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, making trusted to piston his seminal fluid 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 count of how many warhead of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many pecker had been jammed in her tortured cunt. She had almost passed out a few times, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly twisted nipple. Bethany wondered how many time of day of film there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

"Ok, this last-place one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim anticipate 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 peg. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four digit into her weeping cunt and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to experience a full fist pumping in her puss."I think this bitch's cunt is just about used up, what do you guys reckon ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hired man and smeared the mix of cum and pussy succus on Bethany's asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used short energy she had left to try to fight against her restraints. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower back, hard, knocking the wind 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 bunghole with his finger."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more smooth out of her stretched cunt and added another finger to her anal Assault. Bethany gave up her conflict and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to proceed Jim out, but he pried them open with his digit and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was capable to get his index finger in down to the final stage knuckle, he used his other finger to poke into her sopping wet cunt, occasionally transferring cum and cunt succus to her slowly curtain raising back door.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening, Jim withdrew his digit and grabbed Bethany's hips with both hands so she was bent-grass in front line of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his cock into her cocksucker. 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 hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her prick relentlessly. She could feel her anal walls tearing at the assault, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing rubbing of Jim's swell cock. cargo after freight of cum landed on her facial expression, back and teat as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the while, 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 eternity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the sting of hot cum in her beaten-up asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his lode. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the figurehead of the bed, and wiped his softening rooster on her hair's-breadth. Bethany felt totally perfectly inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leak fucktoy, edge to a filthy mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."trade good slut."

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

She felt her legs being released from the constraint and the cuffs come off her wrist. After a moment, she gained the lastingness to bend over onto her back. She was sticky with cum. get up stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to take in any response to the ruined adolescent in front of her, used beyond recognition 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 very name on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a check in it, next to Bethany and walked away .