Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Gas Her Up Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil Summary: Melissa Benoist ends up at a run-down gas station late at night. - Disclaimer: The following is a non-consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. 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. When it comes to requests, I am currently not taking them anymore. I've allowed too many to go unfulfilled so it's not fair to say I'll take them and then do nothing. For more celebrity stories from myself and many other great authors, visit http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com/ today! - After a weekend of visiting family in Colorado, Melissa Benoist was very tired and very ready to get back to her Los Angeles condo. Not being too far away, she had decided to take the long drive to Littleton instead of flying. She left early on Sunday morning and was now crossing the border from Nevada into California. Heavy traffic had delayed her day and the clock had just struck one in the morning. Melissa's big blue eyes were bloodshot, her lids very heavy. She had hoped to make good time on the road after a short night on Saturday. Unfortunately, things were not going as planned but she still had no desire to stop. She looked down at the gas gauge and saw that it was nearing empty. Not being too familiar with the area, she pulled over and checked her phone for the closest gas station. The actress got going again and headed for the small station about a mile away. She looked out to her left and saw a big lake, spotting a few deer drinking from it. She smiled as they looked up at her as the car passed by. A minute later, Melissa pulled her cobalt blue Nissan up to the pump and stepped out. She went to fill her car up but was having problems with the old pump, a type she had never operated before. She looked at the store behind her and saw the lights on. After putting the nozzle back in the pump, she headed towards the door. The day had been very warm, leading her to choose a sleeveless white t-shirt and a pair of denim short but the air had chilled and she was left cold so she grabbed her hoodie before heading inside. Melissa zipped up her pink hoodie as she pushed the door open. She approached the desk and called out for assistance. "Anyone here?" she called out. "Hold on, hold on," a gruff male voice responded. A grey-haired, middle-aged man stumbled out of the backroom and walked to the register. "Hi," she cheerfully said. "I was having problems with the pump and I need help." "That's because you have to pay first and I have to unlock it," he responded. "Can't have people scurrying away with my gas." "Oh, duh, that makes sense," she said with a laugh. "It's okay doll, I've been running this place for a long time," he said as he grabbed the key from under the desk. "Thirty years of my life devoted to this hole." "Sounds like you love it," she joked. "Eh, it pays the bills," he replied. "Only real consequence was my sense of smell. The fumes killed that years ago." "I didn't want to say anything but the smell of gas is strong in here," she stated, a grimace on her face as she placed her cash on the desk, grabbing a packet of almonds. The man did not respond as he rang her up. She led him outside to the pump and stood off to the side as he put in a code and unlocked it. "It should work now," he said, walking back to the store. "Thank you so much!' she yelled out. Melissa grabbed the handle of the nozzle and put it in the car. She stared over towards the lake, barely able to see a thing but imagining what animals may be around it. She thought of the deer again and smiled. Suddenly, she felt the gas stop flowing but since it had only been twenty seconds, she knew it was not full. "What the hell?" she asked herself as she pushed down again with no success. Melissa walked back to the store and noticed the man was gone again. "Sir?" she called out. "What's the problem?" he asked as he walked back out of the room. "It's still not working," she complained. The man shook his head and exited the store again. He punched in another code in the ancient machine and started to fill her car once again. Melissa grabbed onto the handle as he started to walk away. Suddenly, she heard his footsteps stop and head back towards her. As soon as she turned her head, he shoved her forward into the car, the handle digging into her stomach. The light-blonde haired girl fell to the ground as he stood over her, glaring down. The man reached down and grabbed her hand and dragged her across the concrete ground until she was about halfway between the pump and the store. He placed his foot on her other hand, holding her in place as he knelt down. "Do not scream," he instructed. "What are you doing?" she asked. "My hand hurts." "That's the least of your worries," he said as he lightly kicked her in the hip. "HELP!!!" she screamed. The man grabbed Melissa's hoodie and pulled it off of her body, her shirt halfway coming off as well. "RAPE!!! RAPE!!!" she cried. "I said not to scream," he calmly told her as he reached for her shorts. Melissa bit at his ankles, causing him to step off of her hand. She made a run for her car but he was quickly up behind her, body-checking her into the post between the doors. She fell again and held her stomach as he tore her shorts off. "NO!!" she screamed. The man grabbed the gas nozzle and sprayed it all over her exposed unshaven pussy and ass. She looked up with him in horror as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "Scream again, I dare you!" he yelled as he struck the lighter and watched the flame in front of his face. Melissa froze, her heart pounding out of her chest. She could feel the gasoline on her private areas, soaking into the hair she had forgot to remove, and knew exactly the damage that the lighter could do. The naked twenty-eight-year-old remained still as the man blew out the flame and tossed the lighter on the ground. "Get that shirt off right now," he commanded of her. Melissa remained frozen, ignoring his command. He reached down for the lighter and she panicked. She tore her shirt open and threw it onto the hood of her car. She sat back against her car, brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tight. "Please don't rape me," she begged. "Take my car, take my money, you can even have my house just PLEASE don't rape me." "Pass," he laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I haven't fucked a girl this fine since high school." Melissa had tears running down her cheek from her red eyes as she watched his pants slide down his legs. The fear, the humiliation and the burning of the gasoline fumes rising from her crotch all made her ordeal worse. "Move your knees, let me see those little baby titties," he demanded as he pulled his underwear down, revealing his erect, barely six-inch cock. Melissa, completely nude except for black socks and Converse shoes, lowered her knees, putting her a-cups back in his view. She tried to keep her legs closed even though he had already seen her unkempt cunt. She could feel the gasoline on her skin beginning to irritate. She looked down to inspect any redness or rash, missing the grey-haired man grabbing the nozzle and spraying her cunt with more gasoline. "NO!" she cried but quickly covered her mouth, remembering that she was banned from screaming. "Crawl over here," he told her, standing fully naked and fully erect. With her entire body shaking, Melissa got to her hands and knees and crawled towards the nude man. "Slower --sexier," he commanded. Melissa gulped and slowed down, making sure to bounce her ass with each shuffle. She hated herself but with the threat of fire, she obeyed him. Once she was directly in front of him, he grabbed his cock and patted her atop head with it. She closed her eyes and cringed as the slime of his pre-cum leaked onto her scalp. "Look at me," he said. Melissa's tearful face stared up at him in time to have her eyes poked by the cock. The man laughed as she winced in discomfort. He grabbed hold of his shaft and wiped himself against her wet cheeks, pushing her tears into her skin. The woman was shaking in both disgust and fear, waiting for the next instruction, which she knew would make her sick. "Give it a suck," he grunted. The actress held back from vomiting as his words rang through her ears. She started to turn her head away when she felt her scalp being pulled. "That was not a question," he said, pulling her face closer. Melissa slowly let her jaw fall and tongue slip out. The man pressed his dick to her tongue and slid it in. He grabbed her long hair with both hands, using them as handlebars to aid his fucking. He started slow, wanting to feel every little taste bud brush against his throbbing cock. It did not take long for him to speed up. He wanted to humiliate her and could not think of a better way than to have his balls furiously slap against her chin while her throat stretched to excess. Liquid rushed from Melissa's eyes and nose, her face being violently abused without regard. The man started to walk and push her back until her head hit the door to her car. With her head held in place, the man moved his hips back and forth, only making her feel less like a person. Melissa again had to fight the urge to vomit with his disgusting member testing her gag reflex. She figured she would be unable to hold back but to her surprise and relief, she was able to. She did not know whether he would laugh or be angry if she had vomited but luckily, she will never know. The man violated her mouth for another minute before he was ready to invade the southern region. While she spit up and caught her breath, he grabbed her by the wrist and roughly pulled her to her feet. He pushed her through the open window, leaving everything below her waist hanging outside and open for business. The man grabbed the nozzle to once more spray her lower area with a fresh coat of the flammable gas, both to keep her in check and to add lubricant. Melissa quietly sobbed as his cock brushed against her soaked cunt, teasing entry every few seconds. Her horror increased as she felt him slide upwards and push against her asshole. He slowly pushed forward until the head poked through her hole. She wanted so bad to kick him but was too afraid. The man held himself in place for nearly two minutes, making her wonder of his next move. Suddenly, he threw himself forward and tried to bury his cock deep inside but did not have enough lubrication. She grunted in pain while he laughed. "A tight one," he said as he grabbed the nozzle from the ground and poured more gasoline on her ass. The fuel gave him enough lubricant to slide in fully. Melissa was feeling an intense burning sensation in both holes as the gasoline affected her skin. To her, the gasoline was just as painful, if not more, than the man's cock ramming in and out of her backside. Melissa was helpless as her body thrusted forward with each motion. The tears and snot held her hair to her face, being soaked more as she continued sobbing. She was sick from the pungent odor of the gasoline, in pain and almost wishing for death. "Man, this stuff burns," he said as he pulled out and spit in her gaping hole. The man spanked her ass three times before resuming his anal raping of the young actress. He reached under her legs and took a pussy lip between two fingers, twisting it very fast and causing her to shriek. Instead of being angry at her sounds, he laughed and repeated it. "That hurt?" he asked as she shrieked again. Melissa bit down on the leather seat in her car, trying anything she could to ignore the pain he inflicted. The man did not stop pinching and twisting her pussy lips until he pulled out of her ass. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled his victim out of the car and lay her down on the hood. He spread her legs wide and glared at her red, burning, and abused cunt staring back at him. The pain on her face only made him happier as he roughly wedged his cock in her ultra-slick pussy. "Smile for me," he said as he leaned forward and got nose-to-nose with her. When Melissa refused to smile, the man forced a kiss on her. The girl gagged as she tasted the strong residue of tobacco smoke and whiskey. She tried to push him away but was too weak. As much as her brain wanted to fight, her body had surrendered. Every inch of her body between her waist and thighs were sore, her most sensitive areas on fire. As the man violently fucked her tortured body, he pulled his lips from hers and began to lick the tears and snot off of her face, letting out a satisfied sigh as he did so. This man was absolutely disgusting to Melissa and she wished so badly for him to finish so she could get away from him. The man finally backed away from her face and focused on the sex. He grabbed both of her knees and spread them until they hit the car hood. For a second, Melissa looked up at him but instantly closed her eyes and covered them with her hands. With her eyes and nose closed, she felt some relief despite feeling every inch of his six-inch cock slide against her damp, sensitive walls. The most horrific thing Melissa could imagine would be suffering an orgasm to this man. This horror was exactly what she felt mere seconds later. Her defeated body gave into it's natural urge. She bit down on her lip and groan in self-hatred as her pussy contracted around his cock. She heard him laugh, knowing that he knew what her disgusting body had done. The sweat on Melissa's body caused her spasming body to slide down the hood. The man had to catch her before she went head-first into the concrete below. He gently lay her on the cold ground, never letting even an inch slide out of her. The man grabbed onto her upper arms and pinned her down while he resumed the violent rape. The sound of his cock slamming into hers and his balls slapping against her wet asshole rang throughout the empty night air. A fly came down and landed on Melissa's face, giving the man another good laugh. "Flies are attracted to shit," he commented as he spit in her face. The man's balls could not delay the inevitable any longer. He kept his pace, building up to an orgasm. He felt the rush of pleasure shooting up his cock, forcing him to let out an animalistic howl while his seed shot deep into Melissa's womb. The woman was so humiliated, angry, and defeated that she could barely even feel the warm cream spray inside of her. The man collapsed on her and buried his nose into her cheek. He panted heavily, his warm, smoky breath going into her mouth. She tried to push him off but he only laughed at her. After nearly two minutes, he rolled off of her and stood up. Melissa rolled onto her side and remained still on the concrete, crying as she felt the man's cum dripping from her abused cunt. Directly in her line of sight was the lighter she had been threatened with. She slowly reached for it while the grey-haired man was not looking, instead staring off into the darkness, feeling accomplished. The girl slowly and quietly crawled to him. The second he turned around, she struck the lighter on his cock. Instantly, his rape tool went ablaze, causing him to scream bloody murder. The victimized actress scooted her bare ass away from him as fast as she could, a look of horror as she felt the heat just inches from her skin. The man screamed and ran off to the lake, which was about two-hundred yards away. Melissa quickly grabbed her clothes and darted for her car, driving away as fast as the car could go. Once about a mile out, she pulled over and started to dress herself, covering her shame. Once the adrenaline had worn off, she furiously punched her steering wheel while screaming. Eventually, she made the rest of her drive home, scratching the itches in her crotch and holding her nose, both from the unhealthy amount of gasoline her skin had absorbed. Once home, she sat in a cold bath for nearly three hours, staring blankly at the bare wall. She never reported the rape. She was satisfied knowing that her rapist could not do the same to anyone else.