Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Celebgate - Olympic Blackmail Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, rape, oral, anal, blackmail Summary: McKayla receives a worrying text - Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story featuring the rape of a celebrity. If this offends you, then you need help. If you have any questions, comments or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at - thebiglove126@yahoo.com or chat with me on YIM, I am almost always online. When it comes to request, I will take them if they interest me and I like the celeb (no Miley, no Lohan, no Scarlett and absolutely no Kardashian). For more celeb stories from myself and other amazing writers, please join my site http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com/ today! - McKayla Maroney was furious as she learned that pictures of her had been leaked on the internet. She found a picture of her in her underwear taken in front of a mirror. Next was a close up shot of her face while she was assumedly at least topless. As her fury rose, she saw the picture that finally made her blow a gasket. The image of her in a shower with her finger in her mouth, her ass sticking out and her right nipple in full view of the camera hit her eyes. "What the fuck!" she yelled as she slammed down her phone. "How the fuck did this happen!?" McKayla instantly picked her phone back up and called her lawyer. Within two hours, TMZ posted a story about the pictures being taken before the eighteen year old gymnast had turned the legal age. Afterwards, any site that had posted the shower picture had taken it down but unfortunately for her, the other pictures had not shown anything sexual so they remained online. As the day went on, McKayla did her best to put the situation out of her mind and did so easily until she received a text message from an unknown number. She picked up her phone and read. "I have a picture you certainly do not want the public to see, McKayla," the message read. "Bullshit, go back to your pathetic life you loser," she responded. McKayla waited for a response but after ten minutes of nothing, laughed it off. As she put the phone back in her jeans pocket, a text alert rang. With a smug smirk on her face, she pulled it back out. "Can't wait for this," she said, proud of her response. McKayla opened the message and any look of satisfaction disappeared. She felt her heart stop as she stared at the picture that the text message had talked about. The picture was of McKayla laying on a bed in front of a mirror. Her eyes were staring down the camera as her head was between her own legs. There was a mile on her face as her tongue was pressed tightly against her young clitoris. McKayla was giving herself oral pleasure, a feat that only someone as flexible as a gold medal gymnast could accomplish. The eighteen year-old's fingers were shaking as she typed her response to the texter. She could not believe that the picture she prayed would never get out would have gotten out "You have to delete that picture," she texted. "Why in the hell would I do that?" the mystery person responded. "What is this picture worth to you?" "I'll pay you as much money as you want," she sent back. "And just how will I get the money?" "I can mail it to you," she wrote. "So you can send the cops to my house? The whole world isn't as dumb as you," the person sent. "You show up at a location of my choice and hand me what I want on a silver platter." "Where?" she asked, still shaking every muscle in her athletic body. "I'll send you the address later and do not even try to involve the police, I'm watching you and if I sniff out cops, the whole world will see what an Olympic star does in her free time," the text said. "Fine," McKayla sent as the texter did not respond. McKayla sat down on her couch, staring at the ceiling as she wondered how things had gotten so bad. When she woke up in the morning, she was just living her normal life. Now, she had private pictures on the internet and a very graphic picture blackmailing her out of what she assumed would be a lot of money. After an hour of sitting still and sobbing, McKayla shot to her feet when she received another text message from her blackmailer. "Come to this address at ten o'clock tonight and remember what I said about the police," the text read before an address popped up. "How much money do you want?" she responded. "However much you think your dignity is worth, in cash. See you then," the final message read. McKayla looked at the clock and noticed that she had three hours to gather enough money to bring to her blackmailer She rushed off to the bank and withdrew $5,000, the maximum allowed before heading to the given address. The Olympian drove her BMW down the dark streets, following her GPS to the address. She was nervous for her safety as she passed by several groups of what looked to be gang members convening on the sidewalks. As she approached the address, she saw what looked to be an abandoned apartment sitting in front of her with a beaten up garage. As she contemplated turning back, her phone made a sound. "Pull into the garage if you want your car to be there when you get back," the text read. The garage door rose and McKayla drove her car inside. As soon as she cut the engine, another text appeared on her phone. "Head downstairs and follow the arrows," it read. McKayla saw the stairs leading underground and cautiously headed down. She found herself in a dark room after stepping off of the final step. She looked around and saw a glowing arrow pointing to her left. She followed it until she saw another arrow. She continued to follow the arrows until she spotted a door leading to a lit room. Her phone went off again. "Enter," it said. The Olympian timidly opened the door, shielding her eyes as the bright light after a minute of almost complete darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a man sitting behind a desk, staring directly at her. "Welcome McKayla," he said as he stood up. "Sit down." McKayla slowly walked to the chair on her side of the desk and sat down. She rested her purse on the desk and pushed it towards him. He opened it up and saw the money sitting alone in it. "How much is this?" he asked. "$5,000," she said, refusing to look him in the eyes. "Your dignity is only worth $5,000?" he asked. "You are just as cheap as the pictures portray you as." The man grabbed the purse and put it in a steel wastebasket. He grabbed a box of matches from his desk and struck one, dropping it in the basket. He had pre-sprayed the inside of it with lighter fluid so the second the match fell, a small fire erupted. "I didn't want your filthy whore money," he said. "I want something else from your filthy whore existence." "L...like what?" she asked, watching her money burn in front of her. "I want you to give me a demonstration," he said with an evil smirk. "Demonstration of what?" she asked. "Wow, you are as dumb as you look," he said as he turned the television behind him on. "This!" he yelled as he pointed at the screen, showing the picture of McKayla orally pleasuring herself. "Oh my god, no!" she yelled as she stood up and slapped the man across the face. The man started laughing as McKayla walked to the door. She tried to open the door but could not. She turned around and yelled for him to unlock the door. "Fine," he said. "I'll unlock the door and the whole world can see you eat yourself out." McKayla ran up to him to slap him again but he caught her wrist and spit in her face. He yanked her arm, causing her to fold onto the desk. He reached forward and slapped her on her jeans-covered ass. "You are so stupid, McKayla," he said as the girl tried to free herself from his grip. McKayla bit down on his arm, causing him to scream and let go of her. She stood up straight and tried to punch him but he ducked out of the way and reached under his desk. When he stood up, he grabbed her arm again and held a knife to her wrist. The young girl froze as she saw the shining blade against her skin. "We'll have no more of that," he said as he stared at the bite mark in his arm. "Take a step back and calm the fuck down!" McKayla, now with more fear than ever, obeyed him and backed off. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "Now, let's get down to business," he said, ignoring her question. "Take your fucking clothes off right now or I'll send this picture to every contact on your phone." "How do you have my contacts?" she asked, frightened. "Same way I got the picture, dumbass," he angrily said. "Now strip!" McKayla, afraid of her friends and family seeing her special talent, grabbed the bottom of her black tank top and slowly pulled it up her athletic body. Once it went past her sports bra, she quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it on the chair. Still shaking in fear, she fumbled around with her zipper and pulled the jeans over her tight ass, sliding them down her toned legs. Left only in a thong and sports bra, she stood still in front of the man. "Strip all the way," he demanded, reaching for his phone. The young woman pulled her sports bra up; exposing her petite breasts the stranger. She quickly pulled the thong down as well and was left nude in front of her blackmailer. "Good girl," he said as he walked around the desk. "Now show me what I want to see!" McKayla looked up at the much taller man with her red, wet eyes. She slowly lowered down onto the carpet until she sat down completely. The man backed up as she spread her legs wide, giving him a clear look at her cleanly shaven cunt. She took a deep breath before leaning forward, bending her torso at an unimaginable angle until her mouth was an inch away from her pussy. She looked up at him again before pushing forward and pressing her lips against her, well, lips. "So it was real," the man said as McKayla kept her lips together. "Now make yourself cum and I will delete the picture." "What!?" she yelled as she pulled her mouth away. "You heard me, lick yourself to orgasm and I will delete the picture," he reiterated. McKayla sighed before pressing her mouth back to her pussy, allowing her tongue to slide past her lips, entering her tight, wet cunt. She moaned as she tasted her rapidly moistening pussy on her tongue. Licking herself was something that she had discovered when she was only fourteen years old while training for a competition. Once she perfected the act, she started to do it on a regular basis as a pre-competition routine, along with a pre-bed ritual as well. With this ability and a gifted dildo she received after winning the gold in London, she was able to remain a virgin while still being able to receive full pleasure. Yes, her hymen was long gone but she had never experienced a real penis anywhere near her. The young woman went to town on herself while her strange captor watched on. She closed her eyes and concentrated on getting herself off as fast as possible, wanting this nightmare to end and her picture to be erased from existence. Her tongue worked its way up and down her slit, regularly poking in to slide between her vaginal walls. She was very experienced and knew exactly what it took to make her happy. She reached forward and rubbed her finger against her asshole softly as her lower lips wriggled against her increasingly reddening clit. McKayla's pussy was making light splashing sounds as she rapidly darted her tongue in and out of her moist cunt. Her chin was beginning to be coated in a light glaze of her tasty feminine juices. Her breathing was starting to increase as she hit her sweet spot with her tongue, bending it backwards against the inside of her clit. Slowly, she wiggled her tongue around as her finger slipped into her ass. "Mmmm," she moaned into her crotch as she felt her orgasm approaching. As McKayla tongue slid out of her pussy and onto her clit, she finally reached her peak. She tightly wrapped the lips on her mouth around her pussy lips and sucked hard as her pussy began to shake and leak its orgasmic juices. The muscles in her abdomen tightened up, pulling her face closer to her pussy as she drank herself in. Once her orgasm began to die down, she pulled her face away and sat up straight. She threw her head back and opened her eyes with an uncontrolled smile on her face. She quickly shook back to reality and looked at the man. She saw him with his pants pulled down and his eight inch cock standing straight out in front of him. "No," she said. "I did what you asked, delete the picture and let me go," she demanded. "How is it fair that you got off but I didn't," he said as he approached her. "Get me off and I promise I will let you go." While McKayla did not believe the man, she had no choice. Slowly, she rose to her knees and scooted over to him until his cock was only a few inches from her mouth. "I've never done th-" Before she could finish her sentence, the man grabbed her face and shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged as she was violently mouth raped with no time to respond. The man slammed his body back and forth against the gymnast's mouth, causing her arms to flail around as she fought him off. The man was too strong and he abused the girl's head like a throwaway sex toy. "That's the slutty little girl I want," he said he stepped forward, bending her back while continually thrusting deep in her throat. McKayla lost her balance and fell to the ground. The man knelt down, resting his ass on her petite chest, and pulled her head up. He slapped her before pulling his cock out of her throat to allow air in her lungs. She coughed and gasped as held her by her long brown hair. He slapped her cheeks repeatedly with his sloppy cock. He only waited a few seconds before continuing the oral assault. He laughed as she opened her teary eyes and stared up at him. The man fucked her face for about two minutes before he pulled out and rose off of her. As she struggled to regain her breath, he grabbed her legs and pulled them up. He bent her back until her crotch was inches from her face. He adjusted her legs until she was folded up nice and tight. He pressed his cock to her ass hole and pushed her body down until her pussy was against her face again. "Enjoy the ride and the taste," he said before slamming all eight inches into her virgin asshole, a place not even her trusty dildo had ventured. McKayla screamed into her own pussy as her ass was roughly violated. She was trapped with nowhere to go as she felt the walls in her bowels stretch farther than any shit had stretched it. She tried her best to fight him off but she was pinned down and had no choice. Any screams she made only vibrated through her cunt and turned her on more. The girl did not know whether to stop screaming to turn herself on or scream and allow herself to get some enjoyment out of her raping. The man could not have cared any less what McKayla did underneath him, the fact that has had full control of her tight young ass was all he wanted. He repeatedly spanked her as he forced himself deep into her. He loved knowing that he could fit all eight inches of himself into her butt, allowing his pubic hair to press against her toned cheeks. McKayla cried into her pussy as the pain in her ass grew with each thrust. Never before had the girl experienced something as painful as she was experiencing here and to make it worse, there was nothing she could do about it. After another minute of anally raping the athlete, the man pulled out of her ass and threw her flat on her back. He got to her lower body and grabbed her legs, pulling them apart. She spread her legs until they were perpendicular to her body. "Hold yourself there," he said. "No!" she yelled through her tears. "Fine, I'll just cum inside you then," he said as he pressed his cock to her pussy. "Wait!" she screamed before slowly reaching down and grabbing her legs, holding them in place for him. "Easy slut," he called her as he slowly inched his cock inside her technically-virgin womanhood. McKayla winced as she experienced her first feeling of real male meat inside her pussy. His cock was just as long as her favorite dildo but was much thicker around. Her vaginal walls were stretched tightly around his massive cock, giving her a small, unwanted rush of pleasure. Her body was enjoying the rape much more than her brain was. She was bawling her eyes out as her finger gripped into her muscular calves. "Tell me how much you like this," he said as rested his body on hers, slamming his hips down on to her. "I hate you," she cried. "I love you too," he said with an evil smirk. For another couple of minutes, he slammed into her with no words. The only sounds in the room were skin-on-skin contact and light sobbing from McKayla. Her cries increased as the man's large cock forced an orgasm in her petite body. As she came, he bit down on her nipple, adding pain to her pleasure. As McKayla's orgasm died down, the man was ready to burst. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his massive load all over the outside of her abused cunt. McKayla let go of her legs and brought her hands to her face, crying into her palms. As he slapped his withering cock against her thigh, she started to sit up. "One last thing," he said as she looked up at him. "Clean yourself up." "Do...do you have...have a towel or something?" she asked while still crying. "You really are dumb aren't you? Clean it up with your tongue, bitch," he demanded as he sat on the desk. McKayla slowly brought her face back down to her pussy and lapped the thick, creamy cum off of herself. She quickly learned just how much she disliked the taste of semen but fought through and licked every last sperm off of her. "Good girl," the man said. "I deleted the picture. You are free to go," he said as he showed her the folder on his computer, seeing no trace of the picture. McKayla said nothing as she quickly pulled all of her clothes back on and rushed out the door. Once she got in her car, she drove away from the building as fast as possible. She made record time back to her apartment as she pulled into the driveway. Darting her way upstairs, she wanted to just curl up in a ball and cry. As soon as she entered the apartment, she ran to her bed and flopped down. Before a fresh tear could fall, the doorbell rang. With it being very late, she was curious so she made her way to the door. She opened it and saw two cops, a male and a female. "McKayla Maroney?" the woman asked, receiving a nod. "You made a call to the police about an underage nude picture of yours being stolen." "Yes, it was stolen from my phone," she said as she wiped a tear from her eyes. "And you are certain that you were underage at the time you, yourself, took the picture?" the male asked. "Yes," McKayla said. "Put your hands behind your back Ms. Maroney, you are under arrest for production and possession of child pornography," the female said as she reached for her handcuffs. "Wait, what!?" McKayla asked in shock. "Taking a nude picture of yourself counts as child porn under United States law and you have to be punished for the crime," the male said. "You have the right to remain silent..." McKayla was read her rights before being led away from her apartment in tears. She passed out in the backseat of the police car, hoping it was all a dream.