You're going to be a star

Mr. Chandler lifts you up by your hair and one arm and pushes you onto the couch, ordering you to stay there. He spends almost an hour making calls and ignoring your pathetic begging and crying. The one time you get up from the couch, he grabs you and roughly throws you back down on it, slapping your ass hard as a reminder to behave. The fear of the unknown is wearing your nerves to shreds.

There's a tap on the door and he opens it to admit seven men, one of them carrying a professional video camera. Most of them are in their twenties, with the look of body builders. They look at you sprawled on the couch with open hunger. You look back with naked fear.

"This a fine looking slut, John. Looks like you've had some fun with her already. Hi sweetheart, having a good day?" The oldest of the newcomers asks, smiling at you with mock kindness.

"What are you going to do?" you whimper, looking at the men who look back at you like wolves regarding a helpless deer.

"We're going to make you a star, sweetheart," he says, nodding at the other men who start peeling off their t-shirts and dropping their pants. The one with the camera strips too, but continues to operate the camera.

"Oh God, what are you going to do? Please Mr. Chandler please don't let them hurt me. I'll do anything. Please sir, I'm so sorry," you sob, tears streaming from your eyes. You slide off the couch and run to him, your lush breasts bouncing, falling to your knees and hugging his legs, looking up at him for mercy. "Please sir, please! Oh God please!"

He leans down and pulls your hair back. Looking down into your frantic face he smiles cruelly then looks up at the cluster of naked men.

"The thieving slut is all yours boys," he tells them.

You're too stunned even to scream as he steps away from you, letting the men surround your kneeling helpless form, their cocks ranging from flaccid to almost fully erect. You stare from one to the other of them, looking for a way out that isn't there.

The one in front of you seizes your hair and pulls your head back. You gasp with the pain and he pushes his half hard cock into your mouth. Another kneels behind you and runs his hands over her body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples. Two others grab your hands and put them on their cocks, making you stroke them.

"Come on bitch, suck it," the first one growls at you, pumping his thickening cock into your unwilling mouth. Your eyes dart everywhere, suddenly settling on the video camera recording your humiliation. Your eyes wide with shame and fear, you try to pull away from the meat in your mouth but your captor holds your hair and keeps you in place as he rapes your mouth.

When he's hard, the next man grabs your hair and pulls your face onto his cock, pumping his hips as he thrusts into your mouth. Saliva drips from your violated mouth as he ravishes it, and your hands still busily stroke two other cocks. A moment later a different cock is in your mouth, and then another and another until you have sucked all of them in turn. Your face is smeared with tears and saliva, and you gasp raggedly for breath with each change of meat in your mouth.

Meanwhile the camera has been running, filming your violation from multiple angles, the camera changing hands as the men take their turns at your mouth. You no longer protest as your mouth is repeatedly ravished, partly from submission to your fate but also to a growing warmth of excitement at what's happening to you. Memories of the dreams you've been having, of being used by multiple men, helpless against their ruthless lusts run through your mind, making your pierced nipples hard and stiff and your pussy dampen with excitement.

You take another round of cocks, and this time going from one to the next almost eagerly, drooling and slurping with greed as they fill your mouth.

"Fuck yeah, the slut is getting into it," one of the men groans as his cock pumps into you. "Suck that hard, bitch. Shake hands with it."

"Time for act two," another says as he kneels behind you, pressing his cock between your thighs. "Come on baby, let's give that slutty cunt of yours a workout." Unable to resist the urge, you arch your back and raise your ass to give him a better angle, then moan deeply around the cock in your mouth as your cunt gets filled with meat. Your new violator holds your hips and fucks you hard and deep, grunting like an animal as he pounds your pussy.

"I want a piece of this bitch," the cameraman says, handing his equipment off and laying on the floor stroking his cock. You don't resist as two others pull you off one cock and straddle you over him, your hips already rocking to welcome him in, pumping him deep in your cunt and moaning with satisfaction. Another man gets behind behind you, forcing his cock into your ass, your whine of protest muffled by another cock filling your mouth. In a moment you are writhing in tempo with the invading cocks, driving them into your body, rabid lust taking control of your senses.

For the next half hour the six men takes turns with you, fucking every hole repeatedly and filling you with hot spunk. You're vaguely aware of Mr. Chandler and the other man watching your ravishment, periodically making suggestions about camera angles, but take no direct part in fucking you.

Finally, they're done with you. They leave your exhausted body sprawled on the floor, moaning softly and covered in sweat and come while they dress. The cameraman looks Mr. Chandler. "Give me a few hours of editing, and I'll have the footage to you later today," he says.

He nods approval, then looks down at your ravished body on your floor.

"Well, well, Lisa. What are we going to do with you?" he asks.