Bethany Joseph Deems Taylor couldn't believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into mold and even decided to forego college to pursue her aspiration. She naively thought it would be a gibe dunk for her - a 5'4"raw blonde, lithe but with chirpy C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every molding agency she could find there had been no interest. Until now.

A modeling means responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an nonplus crack. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The electronic mail said she would be doing a"tasteful bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her maiden 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 glamourous federal agency tower block ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the fringe of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the straw man doorway and waited. The doorway swung open and a middle-aged woman with a headset and clipboard waved Bethany in without saying a word. The doorway close behind her, and in her excitement Bethany didn't notice the speech sound of a lock.

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

"Okay, so you're Bethany Joseph Deems Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five grand you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will guide to more work for you. I'm rosebush,"the fair sex added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop computer. She slid a passel of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some forms for you to sign, very measure. Can't start til you sign and we're on a sozzled schedule, so if you could hurry."Bethany grabbed the papers and, without reading them, signed everywhere she was told. Rose didn't look at her once, and just grabbed the paper back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rosiness leading Bethany through another door and out into the storage warehouse. The space was grand, and frigidness. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but Thomas More than that she and pink wine were the only when cleaning lady. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographers and help, she assumed. Rose tapped Bethany on the shoulder joint and handed her a shaping hanger with a lean bikini on it.

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

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

"Here. seminal fluid 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 notice her, so she quickly disrobed and got into the two-piece. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized - the top was too belittled 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 photography lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knee joint, spread out, and cup your nipple, 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 location, 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 spread your leg more. Good, facial expression at the camera. see sexy."Bethany tried to watch over his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in strawman of her. It took Bethany a mo to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her guidance. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the nooky is the trouble here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the visible radiation. 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 spillage. This is a facial shoot. All you have to do is kneel there, spirit pretty, and get paid. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't signed the contract, and if you want to game out now, okay, 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 plentiful 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 goose egg and stalked back beyond the lights."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to shake up 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.

"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 grimace."oculus, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and bosom. She kept her scatter billet and let the cum land on her.

"Good adulteress,"cooed one of the manful 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 mistake of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could descend out, the center of the three men roughly grabbed her by the backrest of her head and shoved his tool in her mouth. Bethany tried to cry but could barely breathe. The man began throat fucking her, driving his midst peter 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 fucking. The man grunted, burying his cock down her throat and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his privates. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her throat and cognize 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 pap, as the first span 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 alloy table in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her invertebrate foot and the man handed her a pair of dizzyingly high stiletto heels.

"Get these on and tend over the tabular array,"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 ecdysiast bounder and made her way over to the metal table. It was cold as she pressed her eubstance against it.

"Bend over, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the shank, resting her cum-covered cheek on the cold surface. She heard soul follow up behind her, and suddenly her bikini thong was being yanked down. Then the two-piece top was unstrung from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male voice leered at her."Spread ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally distant from her consistency, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of boisterous bridge player on her dead body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her bridge player 2-dimensional on the board. It was short, and her forehead hung over the edge."Press your tits categoric, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a rough out Male hand cup her pussy mound and draw a finger across her slit. She froze - despite her spirit, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few male child. She was a Virgo. The finger's breadth began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na need some lube on this cunt. I can barely get her open !"A sang-froid gel was smeared on her pussycat back talk and Bethany squeezed her centre 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 finger's breadth pushed into her Virgo twat, followed by another. The man used his other mitt to press on her lowly book binding, making her hips buck out toward him. The feeling of warmness from the man's finger made Bethany's pussy betray her, and she began to lube against her will.

"Just like I thought,"came another voice."They all act so barren at for the first time. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed foster apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The attention on her button made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her centre. The man withdrew his fingers and for a mo, Bethany stood bent at a ninety-degree slant, naked except for her stripper bounder and layer of drying cum, crying into the mesa.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing infliction of a thick, heavily cock tearing apart her virgin pussy. He kept one hired man on her spinal column so she couldn't move, and grabbed her tomentum with the other. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her face with her work force while the man continued raping her. He moved his hand from her hairsbreadth and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clitoris. His other hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow shank, bringing her body closer to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the hurrying at which he fucked her tight snatch. Bethany could not longer bear it and began to cry.

"someone shut this kick up !"Jim shouted, and the man inside Bethany slammed her back down on the table, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could bewitch her intimation, another man appeared in front of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his prick into her mouth. Bethany couldn't believe her post. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, full of inflammation to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex chick, two hammer ramming her body in regular recurrence while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her twat was in so lots bother she could barely recall. She had always imagined her first prison term 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 pure cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her knocker, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the stale room and the friction from the table, Bethany's pert nipples were hard and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, torturing her Loretta Young titflesh. The way was wide-cut of the sound of flesh slapping against material body. And the whole time, lights and clicks went off while Bethany's abuse was filmed for the pleasance of strangers.

"Ready, trollop ? I hope you're on the anovulant,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's son of a bitch were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her cunt grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his cock into her uterine cervix and filling her up. He waited there, still for a present moment, emptying his sperm into her womb. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her fuzz, snapped her head up so he could paint her face with his cum. She felt some realm in her mouthpiece and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her expression 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 dead reckoning,"Jim barked, and a man with a television camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined golf hole, weeping sperm and a little blood. The tv camera man pried her cunt mouth open and probed her twat with his fingers.

"She's still pretty tight,"he called back. Bethany's wholly body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the fixed pose and her pussy throbbed with rawness from the rape. Having her upper consistence bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her hands to her grimace and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recording 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 picky. She wasn't being restrained, and yet she felt as though she couldn't motion."I want to go family,"she wailed. She heard an exacerbate suspiration and Jim appeared in forepart of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye whiplash and tomentum, and some had begun to pool around her aspect on the table.

"You have a material 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 nothing on but sky-high stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few footprint before one of the men landed a lick 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 whole step before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a mass and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her legs as blanket as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankle joint were locked into restraints at the corners of the bed. The man then grabbed her weapons system and pinned them behind her back, cuffing her place. Bethany was now fulling screaming, begging anyone to help her. No one seemed to notice. She tried to thrash against her restraints, 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 selection, adulteress. Don't worry, 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 cavity loose and poured some gaudy vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door unresolved and more body filling the warehouse.

The 1st 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 putz into her. It was even wide of the mark than the first man, and her tormented bitch walls burned at the usurpation. He fully lay on top of her, pressing her unharmed body down into the mattress. The weight unit on her pin weaponry was excruciating, matched only by the sharp pain in her cunt. The man raping her cunt reached around to pinch 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 helpless soundbox. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up spatial relation kneeling in front of her nerve. Her eye war paint, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her header back by her whisker and placed his other hand around his throat.

"I like it rough,"he said to her, matter-of-factly, before tightening his hand around her pharynx and squeezing. As his hired man choked her neck, he began to choke her pharynx with his hammer. Once again, Bethany felt her trunk 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 face like he hated her, like he wanted her to have ( which she was ). The man raping her slit was going at her with similar zest, occasionally pinching or twisting her button, just to injure her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her grab as potential, making sure to piston his seed 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 piles of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many cocks had been jammed in her torture puss. She had almost passed out a few prison term, but was always brought back by a sharp spanking or cruelly bend nipple. Bethany wondered how many hour of moving-picture show there was, recording her seemingly dateless torture.

"Ok, this last one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim prognosticate 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 legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four finger into her weep cunt and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to get a full clenched fist pumping in her goofball."I think this bitch's cunt is just about used up, what do you make fun cerebrate ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his paw and smeared the mix of cum and puss juice 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 simplicity. Jim landed a closed fist against her lower spine, hard, knocking the confidential information 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 shit with his finger's breadth."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more fluid out of her stretch along bitch and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her fight and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscle muscles attempted to preserve Jim out, but he pried them open with his fingers and began inserting himself recondite into her. Once he was able to get his indicant finger in down to the stopping point knuckle, he used his other fingers to poke into her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and pussy juice to her slowly opening backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a sound girl."Satisfied with her loth anal retentive scuttle, Jim withdrew his digit and grabbed Bethany's articulatio coxae 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 bust. The men surrounding her in the warehouse whooped and cheered, and suddenly they were all around her, pumping their prick at her. Multiple hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her arse relentlessly. She could feel her anal walls tearing at the violation, and while her pussy could lube, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing friction of Jim's swollen cock. cargo after load of cum landed on her typeface, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the spell, 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 deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the stinging of hot cum in her dinge asshole, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moment after emptying his load. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the strawman of the bed, and wiped his softening cock on her hair. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, boundary 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 footsteps retreated around her. Finally, she was alone. Almost.

She felt her wooden leg being released from the simplicity and the handcuff come off her articulatio radiocarpea. After a bit, she gained the strength to turn over onto her back. She was glutinous with cum. rise up stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to have any reaction to the ruined teenager in social movement 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 real name on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a check in it, future to Bethany and walked away .