Bethany President 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 sweep dunk for her - a 5'4"natural blond, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass. Instead, despite contacting every modelling agency she could happen there had been no involvement. Until now.

A mold agency responded to one of Bethany's emailed headshots with an amazing offer. $ 5,000 for one day of work. The e-mail said she would be doing a"refined bikini shoot"and was offering not only to pay Bethany, but to fly her number 1 year to Los Angeles and put her up in a hotel. Bethany jumped at the luck 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 agency high-rise ; instead, she was left at a dingy warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The doorway swung receptive 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 auditory sensation of a lock.

The fair sex 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.

"Okay, so you're Bethany Taylor ? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five high-minded you ever make. And who knows, maybe it will lead to Thomas More piece of work for you. I'm Rose,"the cleaning lady added. The spoke quickly, keeping her eyes on her laptop. She slid a stack of paperwork to Bethany and a pen."Just have some anatomy for you to sign, very standard. Can't starting line til you sign and we're on a tight 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 composition back once they were signed.

"Great, let's go."And then they were off, rosiness leading Bethany through another door and out into the warehouse. The place was expansive, and frigidness. Looking around, Bethany noticed a lot of equipment but more than that she and rose were the but women. There were over a dozen men milling around - photographers and helper, she assumed. blush wine tapped Bethany on the shoulder and handed her a credit card hanger with a skimpy bikini on it.

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

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

"Here. Come on, we're all professionals."With that, rosebush'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 minor for her and made her boob 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 blank background under some picture taking lights.

"Hi, ok, I'm Jim. Let's get you on your knees, spread out, and cup your knocker, looking at the 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 tit in her hands. Bright sparkle started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded."Tighter,"Jim barked."Really grab them. And spread your legs more. commodity, feeling at the tv camera. Look sexy."Bethany tried to stick with his book of instructions as the lights continued to winkle. Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her. It took Bethany a moment to realize they were naked and were stroking themselves in her way. She stumbled back, away from the men and screamed.

"Ok, cut, what the screwing is the job here ?"Jim shouted from beyond the Inner 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.

"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, 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 individual assembling for some rich people guy, no one is ever going to see this but him. You want to be a fashion model, right ? This is how everyone starts. You're not special. So are we doing this ?"Bethany nodded, numb. Jim said nil and stalked back beyond the lights."Let's go !"he shouted, and the men advanced on Bethany.

She tried not to rock as she resumed her kneeling beat. The two men loomed over her, pumping their firmly cocks and leering at her. They looked huge - either because of her situation or because they really were, she couldn't be for sure.

"Open up, slut. Tongue out,"one of them commanded and Bethany whimpered, doing her comfortably to comply. Suddenly, parallel stream of hot cum landed on her case."eye, too."Bethany fought her impulse to blink and scramble as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and nipple. She kept her spread placement and let the cum land on her.

"Good slattern,"cooed one of the male person interpreter above her and she smiled numbly. The two men disappeared and were replaced by three Thomas More. How long was this going to go on. She made the misapprehension of opening her rima oris to ask. Before any words could come out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the rachis of her pass and shoved his tool in her oral cavity. Bethany tried to scream but could barely suspire. The man began throat fucking her, driving his midst hammer as mystifying as it would go. Bethany struggled but couldn't get away. After a hour, she went limp and accepted her face shag. The man grunted, burying his cock down her pharynx and holding her there, suffocating Bethany against his crotch. She felt his warm cum shoot out into her pharynx and have intercourse she had no alternative but to swallow. As soon as the man in her throat finished and released her, the other two men pumped their cum onto her side and tits, as the first yoke 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 board in from off-sides and gestured to Bethany to get up. She ambled to her infantry and the man handed her a duet of dizzyingly high stiletto heel.

"Get these on and lean 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, come on !"Jim shouted, and Bethany complied. She bent at the waist, resting her cum-covered face on the cold control surface. She heard mortal descend up behind her, and suddenly her two-piece thong was being yanked down. Then the Bikini top was unstrung from her body and removed as well.

"Won't need this,"a male part leered at her."bedcover ‘ em."Again, Bethany did what she was told. She felt totally remote from her body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hands on her soundbox, spreading her peg farther apart and placing her hands savourless on the mesa. It was abruptly, and her forehead hung over the edge."Press your tits flat, but look up,"he ordered. She complied, again. It will be over soon, she thought.

For a moment, aught happened. Then Bethany felt a rough manful mitt cup her twat mound and puff a fingerbreadth across her slit. She froze - despite her looks, Bethany never dated very much, and had only kissed a few male child. She was a virgin. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

"Definitely gon na need some lube on this bitch. I can barely get her loose !"A cool gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her center shut. The cum was starting to dry on her face and her lid felt ill-humored."Don't combat it, infant, you know you want this,"whispered the voice behind her. One finger pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hand to press on her glower dorsum, making her hips buck out toward him. The flavor of warmth from the man's fingers 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 inexperienced person at first. Look at this slut."She felt her legs being pushed promote apart and a digit starting line to rub against her clitoris. The attention on her clitoris made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her optic. The man withdrew his fingerbreadth and for a moment, Bethany stood set at a ninety-degree slant, nude sculpture except for her stripper heel and stratum of drying cum, crying into the tabular array.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no word of advice, just the searing pain of a thick, knockout cock tearing apart her virgin puss. He kept one hand on her back so she couldn't move, and grabbed her whisker with the early. Bethany yelped as the man drove deeper into her, and covered her fount with her hired hand while the man continued raping her. He moved his hired hand from her hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her stage and pinched her clit. His other hand moved from holding her back down to looping around her narrow waist, bringing her body finisher to his. He reached up and pawed at her tits, increasing the speed at which he fucked her blind drunk cunt. Bethany could not longer brook 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 malarkey out of her. Before she could charm her breathing space, another man appeared in figurehead of her with his stopcock out. He grabbed her by the tomentum and forced his prick into her sass. Bethany couldn't believe her office. It seemed like ages ago she was on a plane, full of excitement to start her modeling career. Now she was being used like a sex chick, two prick ramming her dead body in rhythm method of birth control while she lay helplessly draped over a table.

Her slit was in so practically painful sensation she could barely recall. She had always imagined her first time would be gentle, or at least consensual. Now there was a foreign man sawing in and out of her, shredding her hymen and forcing apart her virgin cunt.

The man fucking her mouth reached down and groped one of her titmouse, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold room and the clash from the mesa, Bethany's pert mammilla were hard and sticking out. The man pinched one of them and rolled it between his ovolo and forefinger, torturing her young titflesh. The elbow room was fully of the sounds of shape slapping against figure. And the whole prison term, lights and dog went off while Bethany's ill-treatment was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

"Ready, slut ? I hope you're on the oral contraceptive,"growled the man behind her. Bethany's bastard were choked by the tool in her pharynx as the man raping her kitty grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his hip joint into her, ramming his stopcock into her cervix uteri and filling her up. He waited there, still for a consequence, emptying his sperm cell into her uterus. Just as he finished, the man facefucking Bethany pulled out and, still gripping her haircloth, snapped her head up so he could paint her face with his cum. She felt some land in her mouthpiece and in her oculus, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her brass falling into the table. The man behind her withdrew and slapped her ass like she was a knight being put away wet.

"Get the cum shaft,"Jim barked, and a man with a camera ran up to get a close-up of Bethany's ruined cakehole, weeping spermatozoan and a fiddling profligate. The tv camera man pried her snatch lips overt and probed her goof with his finger's breadth.

"She's still pretty soused,"he called back. Bethany's whole body ached. Her genu were buckled straight from the strict pose and her twat throbbed with soreness from the violation. Having her upper body bent and pressed against the tabular array made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift her custody to her cheek and weep. Meanwhile around her, the men reassembled and looked over the recordings of her degradation, chatting like it was an post. She had just endured multiple rapes, and they were acting like this was totally rule.

"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 aggravated suspiration and Jim appeared in front man of her. Cum was still clinging to her eye lashes and hair's-breadth, and some had begun to pool around her side on the table.

"You have a very bad mental 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 up, hoping she could take in a run for it. It didn't matter than we had nada on but sky-high stilettos, or that she was still dripping cum. She had to try. She only made it a few tone before one of the men landed a punch to her belly. She doubled over and felt her body being hoisted over individual'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 world-beater bed. Bethany landed in a mound and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her legs as astray as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her mortise joint were locked into restraints at the recession of the bed. The man then grabbed her arms 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 side by side to the bed and she turned to him, but before she could say anything he slapped her face.

"You made a alternative, trollop. Don't worry, this is will all be over soon. You just do what you're told and everybody wins. Here - have a drink."He pried her sassing open and poured some flashy vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door heart-to-heart and Thomas More dead body filling the warehouse.

The first man knelt down between her wooden leg and jammed two fingers in her aching twat. He roughly digit fucked her for a moment before sliding his turncock into her. It was even wider than the first man, and her tortured cunt walls 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 pain in her cuckoo. The man raping her pussy reached around to squeeze and grope her breast, kneading them with his hands. He pulled her up so they were both set 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 face. Her eye constitution, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her boldness merge with tears and cum. He pulled her question 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 throat and squeezing. As his hand choked her neck opening, he began to choke her throat with his cock. Once again, Bethany felt her body being sawed back and Forth River between two unrelenting male consistency. The man raping her mouth was growling at her, calling her a cheap whore as he slammed her cheek against him. He fucked her nerve like he hated her, like he wanted her to suffer ( which she was ). The man raping her twat was going at her with standardized zestfulness, occasionally pinching or twisting her clitoris, just to pain her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snap as possible, making surely to piston his germ deep into her. The man raping her backtalk eventually finished as well, coming down her throat and holding her fast against him, making sure she had no alternative but to unsay.

The men were quickly swapped out with another pair, and the ravishment continued. Bethany lost numeration of how many loads of cum she swallowed or bathed in, and how many stopcock had been jammed in her anguished twat. She had almost passed out a few fourth dimension, but was always brought back by a piercing spanking or cruelly twisted pap. Bethany wondered how many hr of film there was, recording her seemingly dateless torment.

"Ok, this utmost one is just for me,"she dimly heard Jim send for 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 ranch legs. He dipped two, then three, then finally all four fingers into her weeping snatch and began feeling around. Despite the day-long assault, it still hurt to give birth a full fist pumping in her twat."I think this bitch's cunt is just about used up, what do you guys retrieve ?"Again, the assembled men laughed and cheered at this. Bethany didn't understand. Jim withdrew his hand and smeared the mix of cum and pussy juice on Bethany's asshole.

Then she understood.

"Please, please, no !"she screamed, and used piddling vigour she had left to try to oppose against her simplicity. Jim landed a fill up fist against her lower cover, hard, knocking the wind 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 asshole with his digit."That just makes it more fun for me."He scooped more fluid out of her extend cunt and added another finger to her anal assault. Bethany gave up her combat and fully collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly. Her sphincter muscle muscles attempted to keep Jim out, but he pried them open with his finger's breadth and began inserting himself deeper into her. Once he was capable to get his index number finger in down to the stopping point metacarpophalangeal joint, he used his early fingers to dig into her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and cunt succus to her slowly opening backdoor.

"That's it,"he cooed."Be a good girl."Satisfied with her reluctant anal retentive opening, Jim withdrew his finger and grabbed Bethany's hips with both hands so she was bent in front end of him. With one, ruthless push he ploughed his cock into her bunghole. 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 hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her whoreson relentlessly. She could feel her anal walls tearing at the violation, and while her pussy could lubricate, her virgin asshole was defenseless against the tearing detrition of Jim's swollen cock. Load after load of cum landed on her face, back and tits as the men pushed and pulled at her. At the piece, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal retentive assault only becoming more dreadful.

"I'm gon na cum,"he grunted after what seemed like an infinity. He shoved forward into Bethany and buried himself as deep into her as he could. Bethany felt the stinging of hot cum in her batter whoreson, and Jim stayed lodged inside her for a few moments after emptying his load. He finally, slowly, withdrew from her. He stood up and walked to the front of the bed, and wiped his softening tool on her fuzz. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking fucktoy, leap to a dingy mattress. She couldn't even cry any more. She just wanted it to be over. Jim stroked her face."commodity slut."

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

She felt her stage being released from the restraints and the handlock come off her wrist. After a second, she gained the strength to grow over onto her binding. She was sticky with cum. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn't seem to experience any reaction to the ruined teenager in strawman 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 rattling gens on it. Keep an eye out, I'm sure enough it will be popular."She dropped an envelope, presumably with a check in it, next to Bethany and walked away .