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Introduction:

Eighteen year old Bethany Taylor thinks she's landed a modeling gig. The shoot takes a turn for the sexual, and the nonconsensual, quickly.

Bethany 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 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 agency responded to one of Bethany’s emailed headshots with an amazing 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 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 warehouse seemingly on the outskirts of town. Undeterred, she rang the buzzer at the front door and waited. The door swung open 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 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.

“Okay, so you’re Bethany Taylor? Great, thanks for coming down. This will be the easiest five grand 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 forms for you to sign, very standard. Can’t start 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 papers back once they were signed.

“Great, let’s go.” And then they were off, Rose leading Bethany through another door and out into the 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 dozen men milling around – photographers and assistants, she assumed. Rose 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. Rose gave her a small smile. “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, 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 bikini. It was even more revealing than Bethany first realized – the top was too small 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 knees, spread out, and cup your tits, look 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 breasts in her hands. Bright lights started flashing and Bethany felt practically blinded. “Tighter,” Jim barked. “Really grab them. And spread your legs more. Good, look at the camera. Look sexy.” Bethany tried to follow his instructions as the lights continued to flash. Suddenly, two men appeared in front 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 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 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 nothing 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 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 streams of hot cum landed on her face. “Eyes, too.” Bethany fought her impulse to blink and sputter as ribbons of jizz bathed her face, hair and tits. She kept her spread position and let the cum land 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 more. How long was this going to go on. She made the mistake of opening her mouth to ask. Before any words could come out, the middle of the three men roughly grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his tool in her mouth. 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 face 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 throat 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 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 metal table 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 high stiletto heels.

“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 cheek on the cold 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 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 body, moving mechanically. Suddenly, there was a pair of rough hands on her body, spreading her legs farther apart and placing her hands flat on the table. It was short, 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, nothing happened. Then Bethany felt a rough male hand cup her pussy mound and drag a finger across her slit. She froze – despite her looks, Bethany never dated much, and had only kissed a few boys. She was a virgin. The finger began probing her cuntlips and she heard a laugh.

“Definitely gonna need some lube on this bitch. I can barely get her open!” A cool gel was smeared on her pussy lips and Bethany squeezed her eyes 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 pushed into her virgin twat, followed by another. The man used his other hand to press on her lower back, making her hips buck out toward him. The 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 first. Look at this slut.” She felt her legs being pushed further apart and a finger start to rub against her clit. The attention on her clit made her wet and she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. The man withdrew his fingers 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 table.

Then suddenly, the man shoved himself inside her. There was no warning, just the searing pain of a thick, hard cock tearing apart her virgin twat. He kept one hand 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 hair and slapped her ass hard, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. His other hand 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 tits, increasing the speed 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 of her with his cock out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his prick into her mouth. Bethany couldn’t believe her situation. 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 doll, two cocks ramming her body 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 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 mouth reached down and groped one of her tits, squeezing it hard. Thanks to the cold 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 young titflesh. The room was full of the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. And the whole time, lights and clicks went off while Bethany’s abuse was filmed for the pleasure of strangers.

“Ready, slut? I hope you’re on the pill,” growled the man behind her. Bethany’s sobs were choked by the cock in her throat as the man raping her pussy grunted and shot his load deep inside her. He slammed his hips into her, ramming his cock into her cervix 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 land in her mouth and in her eyes, and blinked helplessly against the deluge. When he was finished, he simply let her go, her face 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 shot,” Jim barked, and a man with a 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 tight,” he called back. Bethany’s whole body ached. Her knees were buckled straight from the rigid pose and her pussy throbbed with soreness from the assault. Having her upper body bent and pressed against the table made her ache, and she barely had the strength to lift 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 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 move. “I want to go home,” 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 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 steps before one of the men landed a punch 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 steps before dumping her on an unmade king bed. Bethany landed in a heap and curled into a ball, sobbing. A man grabbed her, flipping her over onto her front and spread her legs as wide as they would go. What cum was still inside her began pooling out as her ankles were locked into restraints at the corners 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 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 wins. Here – have a drink.” He pried her mouth open and poured some cheap vodka between her lips. She sputtered and gagged on the liquor and Jim slapped her again before walking away. Bethany heard a door open and more bodies 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 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 twat. The man raping her pussy 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 cock into her helpless body. Just as he pulled her up, a man took up position kneeling in front of her face. Her eye makeup, so carefully applied this morning, was streaming down her face mixed with tears and cum. He pulled her head back by her hair 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, 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 cheap whore 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 twat was going at her with similar gusto, occasionally pinching or twisting her clit, just to hurt her. He finally came, burying himself as deep into her snatch as possible, 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 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 twisted nipple. Bethany wondered how many hours of film there was, recording her seemingly endless torment.

“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 spread 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 have a full fist pumping in her twat. “I think this bitch’s cunt 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 pussy 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 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.

“Scream all you want, slut,” Jim said as he began probing her asshole with his finger. “That just makes it more fun for me.” He scooped more fluid out of her stretched cunt and added another finger to her anal 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 last knuckle, he used his other fingers to probe her sopping wet pussy, occasionally transferring cum and cunt juices to her slowly opening backdoor.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Be a good girl.” Satisfied with her reluctant anal opening, 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 cock 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 cocks at her. Multiple hands were pawing at her titflesh, pulling her hair and rubbing her twat. Only Jim entered her, though, fucking her asshole 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 friction 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 while, Jim continued roughly slamming into her, his anal assault only becoming more painful.

“I’m gonna 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 battered asshole, 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 cock on her hair. Bethany felt totally dead inside. She had been used in every possible way, and was now just a leaking 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 footsteps retreated around her. Finally, she was alone. Almost.

She felt her legs 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. Rose stood at the end of the bed, looking over her clipboard. She didn’t seem to have any reaction to the ruined teenager in front of her, used beyond recognition 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 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.

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