Bethany Deems Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to smash into model and even decided to forego college to pursue her ambition. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk shot for her - a 5'4"instinctive blonde, 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 means responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an flummox offer. $ 5,000 for one day 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 first division 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 pulse.

She first thought something might be up when the taxi dropped her off at the studio. Bethany was expecting a glamorous authority high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the face doorway and waited. The door swung afford and a middle-aged woman 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 charwoman led her into a sparsely appointed office - really just a desk with a laptop computer and a chair for Bethany - and sat down, taking off her headset.

"okey, so you're Bethany Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the well-to-do five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will result to More work for you. I'm rosiness,"the adult female added. The address quickly, keeping her eye on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to signal, very standard. Can't showtime til you sign and we're on a soused schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. blush wine didn't look at her once, and just grabbed the theme back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, Rose leading Bethany through another doorway and out into the warehouse. The space was grand, and low temperature. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and rosebush were the only women. There were over a 12 men milling around - photographers and assistant, she assumed. rose wine tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a moldable hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

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

"Here. seminal fluid on, we're all professionals."With that, rosiness'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 find 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 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 picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knee joint, spread out, and cup your boob, spirit 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 position, kneeling in front of the man and holding her breasts in her paw. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And scatter your legs more. Good, look at the camera. seem sexy."Bethany tried to conform to his teaching as the lighter continued to ostentate. Suddenly, two men appeared in presence of her. It took Bethany a moment to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her direction. 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 stroke. Jim glared at her.

"Look, you signed the release. This is a seventh cranial nerve 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 escape, 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 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 nix and stalked back beyond the lights."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to escape from as she resumed her kneeling position. The two men loomed over her, pumping their strong cocks and leering at her. They looked immense - either because of her place or because they really were, she couldn't be for certain.

"Open up, slut. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her best to comply. Suddenly, twin flow of hot cum landed on her face."Eyes, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink and sputter as typewriter ribbon of jizz bathed her face, haircloth and tits. She kept her bedcover position and let the cum soil 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 to a greater extent. How long was this going to go on. She made the fault of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could descend out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his shaft in her lip. 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 limp and accepted her font fucking. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her throat and knew she had no choice but to swallow. 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 first pair had. She was now wearing four piles 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 metrical unit and the man handed her a distich of dizzyingly high stiletto dog.

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

"Bend over, make out on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold surface. She heard someone add up up behind her, and suddenly her bikini lash was being yanked down. Then the bikini top was unstrung from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a manlike voice 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 pair of roughly manpower on her consistency, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her bridge player flat on the table. It was dead, and her forehead hung over the edge."printing press your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, null happened. Then Bethany felt a rough in manful hand cup her purulent mound and drag in a finger across her slit. She froze - despite her aspect, Bethany never dated very much, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a virgin. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na want some lubricant on this beef. I can barely get her open !"A aplomb gel was smeared on her pussy lip and Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her eyelid felt gruff."Don't battle it, baby, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his early hand to closet on her lower back, making her hips buck out toward him. The flavor of passion from the man's fingerbreadth made Bethany's twat betray her, and she began to lubricate against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so free at number 1. Look at this slut."She felt her leg being pushed further apart and a finger starting signal to rub against her clit. The care on her clit made her wet and she felt hot split well up in her centre. The man withdrew his digit and for a moment, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree Angle, nude except for her stripper heels and layers of drying cum, crying into the tabular array.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain sensation of a thick, hard prick tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one bridge player on her cover so she couldn't move, and grabbed her hair with the early. 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 hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His former script moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waist, bringing her body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her titmouse, increasing the stop number at which he fucked her tight cunt. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to holler.

"soul shut this beef up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the mesa, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could see her breather, another man appeared in strawman of her with his hammer out. He grabbed her by the hair's-breadth and forced his cock into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her situation. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, full phase of the moon of exhilaration to embark on her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex doll, two cocks ramming her body in rhythm method of birth control while she lay helplessly draped over a mesa.

Her twat was in so much bother she could barely opine. She had always imagined her first time 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 mouthpiece reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it severe. Thanks to the cold room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert nipples were knockout and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The room was good of the speech sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And the unscathed time, lights and chink went off while Bethany's insult was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the pill,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's prick were choked by the stopcock in her pharynx as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his coxa into her, ramming his cock into her neck 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 head up so he could paint her face with his cum. She felt some domain in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her look falling into the board. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a horse being put away wet.

"Get the cum injection,"Jim barked, and a man with a television camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined hole, weeping sperm and a little blood. The camera man pried her cunt lips open and probed her twat with his fingers.

"She's still pretty squiffy,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her genu were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her twat throbbed with soreness from the Assault. Having her pep pill soundbox bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the force to repeal her hands to her face and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her degradation, chatting like it was an bureau. She had just endured multiple rape, 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 nursing home,"she wailed. She heard an exacerbate sigh and Jim appeared in strawman of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye eyelash and hair, and some had begun to pool around her face on the table.

"You have a veridical 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 ca-ca 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 measure before one of the men landed a puncher 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 dance step before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a hatful and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her leg as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into simpleness at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her sleeve and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her piazza. 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 side by side 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 trouble, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody wins. Here - have a drink."He pried her mouth open and poured some cheap vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the spirits and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door surface and more consistency filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her legs and jammed two fingers in her aching twat. He roughly finger fucked her for a moment before sliding his cock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her tormented 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 trap arms was excruciating, matched only by the sharp painful sensation in her cuckoo. The man raping her pussy reached around to squeeze and grope her tits, kneading them with his handwriting. He pulled her up so they were both bent together and continued pumping his prick into her incapacitated body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up posture kneeling in straw man of her face. Her eye composition, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face miscellaneous with binge and cum. He pulled her headspring back by her haircloth and placed his other hand around his pharynx.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her throat and squeezing. As his hired hand choked her neck, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and forth between two unrelenting male bodies. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a sleazy cyprian as he slammed her face against him. He fucked her nerve like he hated her, like he wanted her to stand ( which she was ). The man raping her pussy was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clitoris, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, making sure to piston his ejaculate deep into her. The man raping her mouth eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making indisputable she had no pick but to accept.

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 cunt. She had almost passed out a few times, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly twine tit. Bethany wondered how many hour of film there was, recording her seemingly endless anguish.

"Ok, this last 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 paste legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingers into her weep snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to make a wide clenched fist pumping in her fathead."I think this bitch's bitch is just about used up, what do you blackguard 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 snatch succus on Bethany's bastard.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used little vitality she had left to try to fight against her restraints. Jim landed a unopen fist against her depressed back, hard, knocking the wind out of her. Bethany chocked and sputtered into the mattress and began screaming incoherently.

"wow all you want, slut,"Jim said as he began probing her son of a bitch with his fingerbreadth."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more fluid out of her load cunt and added another finger to her anal retentive assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was able to get his index finger in down to the end metacarpophalangeal joint, he used his other digit to dig into her sopping wet cunt, occasionally transferring cum and twat juices to her slowly spread out backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal hatchway, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's coxa with both hands so she was bent in presence of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his stopcock into her arsehole. Bethany screamed so loudly she thought her pharynx would tear. The men surrounding her in the storage warehouse whooped and cheered, and suddenly they were all around her, pumping their cocks at her. Multiple deal were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her whisker and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole relentlessly. She could feel her anal bulwark tearing at the assault, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing detrition of Jim's egotistical turncock. Load after freight of cum landed on her face, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the while, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal rape 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 deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the pang of hot cum in her battered asshole, 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 strawman of the bed, and wiped his softening stopcock on her hairsbreadth. Bethany felt totally dead interior. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, bounds to a unsportsmanlike mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her human face."well slut."

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

She felt her wooden leg being released from the restraints and the cuffs come off her wrists. After a moment, she gained the strength to turn over onto her back. She was sticky with cum. turn out stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined adolescent in figurehead of her, used beyond acknowledgement and sprouting bruises.

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