Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Spa Experience Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, rape, cons Summary: Molly McGrath goes to a private day spa - Disclaimer: The following is both a consensual and non-consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and various other fake characters. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. Thanks to LovaticRollinsfan for helping out with the massage scene. I did not use it word-for-word but I pulled from it so thank you for that 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, I like the celeb (no Miley, no Ariana, no Scarlett, no Kardashian, no Upton) and the request is not too detailed (I don't like planning out stories, I like to write as I go). - "I just got here," Molly McGrath said while on the phone with her cousin. "You will love it! Have fun!" the cousin responded. Molly was about to enter the new spa in town at the recommendation of her older cousin. This was unlike any spa that the blonde sportscaster had visited before. This was a completely private spa, meaning the only she would be walking through, experiencing everything the relaxing treatment center had to offer. She had been informed that phones were not allowed in the building so she popped the device in her glove box and got out of her silver Ford Focus. Dressed in a purple sundress with black sandals, Molly entered the large building and approached the front desk. She smiled at the young brunette woman behind the desk. "Hi, I'm here for my appointment," she told the girl. "My name is Molly McGrath." The girl looked at her computer and saw the matching appointment. She placed a towel on the desk along with a key for a locker. "You can get changed in that dressing room, your clothes and any device you have on you can go in the locker," she instructed. "Thanks but I have a quick question," Molly said. "This is a totally private facility correct?" "Yes Ms. McGrath, you are the only guest and all workers stay in their designated areas," the girl said. "Do most women wear the towel around their chests or waists?" Molly asked as she grabbed the towel and key. "Since they are the only ones here, most wear them around their waists," she responded. "You aren't the first woman to visit, every staff member has seen every bit of both gender's nude forms. I should also tell you that the owner of the company is using the facilities but he is as blind as a bat. You could be completely nude in front of him and he would not even notice." "Good to know, thank you so much," the blonde said as she walked off to the locker room. Molly pulled her sundress off, folded it up and stiffed it in the locker. She kicked off her sandals and put them inside as well before wrapping the bright white yellow towel around her waist. The twenty-seven year old took a quick, warm shower before starting to leave the locker room. Before she could leave, she saw her reflection in the tall mirror. She stopped and turned towards it, looking herself over. She cupped her breasts and turned her back to the mirror, admiring her slender figure. After a minute of staring at herself, she exited the locker room and started towards the facilities. She saw a door leading to the massage room, a door for the cafeteria but the one that drew her interest was the hot tub room. She walked in the door and saw the large tub, bubbling with heat and tranquility. The blonde walked over to the edge and looked up at the teenaged staff member smiling at her. Molly smiled back before removing the towel and stepping in. She could feel the worker's eyes glaring at her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Once Molly was in the tub, the woman turned around and allowed the Fox Sports anchor to have her privacy. The blonde sat down in the bubbling hot tub, leaving only her head and neck above the water. Seconds later the short worker arrived to her with a tall drink on a silver platter. "Long Island Iced Tea?" the girl asked. "Yes indeed," Molly responded with a giggle as she took the glass. "I hope you don't mind me saying but you have a perfect body," the girl said, catching Molly off guard. "Wow, thanks," she said with a smile. "I try to stay in as good a shape as possible." "Well you are doing a great job," she replied. "Enjoy your stay." Molly thanked her before taking a long, slow sip of the drink. As the alcohol touched her throat, she let out a deep moan of enjoyment. She happily sipped on the drink for the next fifteen minutes until she was finished. She left the drink on the ledge, which was quickly snatched up by the young worker. "Would you like another?" she asked. "No, thank you," Molly replied without opening her eyes. Molly was in a very peaceful state as she felt the warm water bubbling against every inch of her petite body. She was as calm and relaxed as she could ever remember being in her life. Only pleasant thoughts spun around in her mind for several minutes. Visions of her boyfriend flashed in her mind and, without her brain realizing it, her hand started to slide closer towards her pussy. As her fingers brushed against her damp pubic hair, she froze and shot her eyes open. The blonde looked and saw the worker catching a peek at her, which made Molly very uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and stood up out of the water. Wrapping the towel around her waist, she waved goodbye to the young girl and exited the room. With beads of warm water dripping down her stomach and on to the towel, Molly opened the door that read "Oil-Free Massage Room". Walking in, she was surprised to see a tall, muscular man working the station. The woman quickly remembered the woman at the front desk telling her that "most" of the staff were female. Molly initially covered her soaked breasts with her hands but put them down once remembering that this man had probably seen many a topless woman walk through the door. Feeling safe, she walked to the table with her arms at her side. "Do I leave this on or no?" she asked, pointing to the towel. "I have a smaller towel that will cover your private areas, so you can toss that one aside and lay on your stomach," he instructed. The man turned around to retrieve his towel while Molly stripped fully naked once again and lay flat on the cushioned table. He gently rest the towel over her tight ass before walking to her head. "What kind of massage would you like Miss?" he asked. "What do you offer? I'm Molly by the way," she said, turning her head towards him. "Back, shoulder, neck, arm, leg, and full body," he said, pressing his fingers to her shoulders and giving her a taste of what he brought to the table. "I haven't had a full body massage since college," Molly softly said, enjoying his magical touch on her muscles. Without saying a word, the man dug his fingers hard into Molly's shoulder blade. She let out a loud moan, letting him know how much she enjoyed it right off the bat. His hands worked over every muscle in her back. The blonde woman kept her eyes closed and continually moaned and cooed in enjoyment. This was far and away the best massage she had ever had...and it had only just started. The man's hands made their way down her lower back and started to head towards her ass. He stopped the massage, which forced the pleased girl to let out a small whimper. "If you do not want me to massage your butt, let me know," he said. "As long as nothing goes inside, you can touch anything you want," she said with an innocent smile on her face and her eyes remaining closed. The masseuse pulled the towel off of her and admired her wonderful backside. His fingers dug deep into the muscle tissue of her ass. He concentrated on her butt for nearly two minutes. Molly giggled as she felt his hands start to wander to the sides of her hips. Slowly, he dug his fingers deep again into her muscles, tenderizing her. "That feels good," she purred as his hands almost started to reach under her. Without prompt, Molly rolled on to her back, forgetting to cover her private areas. The man reached for the towel to cover the blonde up but she grabbed his hand and shook her head. With a smile, Molly arched her back a bit, popping her breasts upward. With his gruff hands, the man took a breast between both and gave each one a deep-tissue massage. Molly kept her eyes closed and took deep, sharp breaths. Every few seconds, the masseuse switched breasts until he felt they were nice and treated. Two minutes later, his hands slid down her stomach, feeling each of her abs on the way down. "I see that you work out," he commented. "I do what I can," she whispered as his hands hit her pubic hair. Molly's eyes shot open as she felt his wet hands rub across her mini-bush, matting the hair to her tanned skin. Slowly, two fingers went farther south and tickled at her clitoris, which was much more enlarged than she had noticed. The sideline girl was so lost in the massage; she did not realize that she was wetter than the hot tub. The masseuse quickly noticed her state of arousal and played it to his advantage. His fingers traced around her vagina in pushed into her taint area. "Oh god," she moaned as the sensitive area between her butt and pussy was rubbed furiously. If the man was moving his fingers like this on her enlarged clit, she would cum in seconds. For Molly, she felt as if she would anyway. It was the most amount of concentrated pleasure she had experienced away from her pussy in a long time. The masseuse traced his fingers back up to her clit. He took the swollen nub between his fingers and rubbed her furiously. The blonde was heavily panting as a puddle began to form under her ass cheeks. The woman gripped her fingernails into the table, trying to dig through the matting. She looked over and saw the massive bulge in the man's white pants, giving her an image of his cock in her brain, which was enough to bring her to an intense orgasm of the likes she had rarely experienced. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted as her hips shook violently, soaking everything underneath her. The masseuse pulled his damp fingers away from the girl's pussy and wiped them off on the matting below her, giving her the opportunity to smell her own juices while she came down from her massive high. She buried her nose into the took a deep whiff before pulling herself to a seated position. "Well then," she said as she placed her shaky feet on the ground. "What a massage!" The man smiled as Molly wrapped her towel back around her waist, pushing it into her crotch to soak up the liquid explosion against her inner thighs. "Enjoy the rest of your experience, Ms. McGrath," he said, his eyes watching her self-wiping with complete focus. Molly stumbled her way out of the massage room, her legs still feeling wobbly. She had to put her hand on the wall to keep her balance. She looked over her shoulder and saw the masseuse walking out, sucking on his fingertips, making her laugh. The blonde saw the next door with a sign reading 'facials' on it. Her mind went dirty for a second before remembering that she was in a spa and not a brothel. The reporter walked in and lay down on a chair. A petite Asian woman placed two pieces of cucumber over her eyes before painting her face in a thick, white cream. Molly had received professional facials before but was surprised at how thin this stuff was. She jokingly thought to herself that the tub of cream was where the masseuse had relived himself after one of his special massages, not knowing that she was completely right. What was being brushed onto her face had come straight from the man who had just shook her lions empty. Molly relaxed for several minutes, feeling the skin on her face react pleasantly to her facial. She swore she could feel little things moving, again unaware of how right she was. The girl fell asleep in the chair, immediately beginning to dream about taking it farther with the masseuse. In her dream, she sucked him, she fucked him and felt a real 'facial' on to her face. Little did she know, the masseuse had indeed added to her facial while she slept, with assistance from the Asian girl. Soon after the man came on her face, Molly awoke and pulled the cucumbers off of her eyes. She looked around and saw the masseuse zipping the front of his pants up. Slowly, she brought her hand to her face and felt the warm addition on her cheek. Her eyes went wide and her heart sank. While she had dreamed about it, she was not sure how to feel about things. Had he really had sex with her as well? She had no clue, all she did know was that she had been sexually assaulted. She faked a smile before hurrying out of the room, holding her towel up from falling down. Molly, now getting very nervous, grabbed a towel and wiped her face clean, tossing it in the trash. She quickly found the sauna and rushed in. She slammed the door closed, her breathing getting unsteady. "Oh my god," she whispered. "Hello?" a man's voice said. Molly whipped around, almost having a heart attack before seeing an older man with dark glasses on. "Hi," she said, still in a panic. "Are you the owner?" "Why yes I am," he said as he stuck his hand out. The nervous blonde walked up and shook his hand. "You sound nervous," he commented. Molly had just now noticed that the man was not wearing a towel, his limp cock hanging freely. "I um, I think the masseuse just assaulted me," she said as she stood in front of the man. "What!" he yelled, standing up. "I'll fix that right now!" The blind old man stumbled over to the door and grabbed the handle but he did not open it and rush out, instead locking it and turning around. He pulled his glasses of and stared at the girl, who was frozen in fear. "Sir?" she asked in a squeaky voice. The tall, grey-haired man with a barely in-shape body approached her. Molly began to back up until she felt her back hit tile. The man got up very close to her, staring her in the eye. "The 'assault' isn't over," he quietly said as he ripped her towel away, leaving her naked once again. The man hooked two fingers into her cunt before the girl could even react. She screamed but had a hand clamped down over her face. Her brown eyes were giant and fearful as he laughed at her. "It's okay to get a thrill from a stranger's hand but when he gets off himself, it's assault?" he asked, still thrusting his fingers into her dampening cunt. "Self-centered bitch." The man reached over her shoulder and turned up the temperature in the room. Molly's hair was already getting very soaked and matting to her face with the sweat dripping. Her entire body was hot and sweaty, not even related to the unwanted invasion in her pussy. In fear for her safety, Molly kneed the man in the balls and tried to run for the door. In her panic, she fumbled around with the locking mechanism and could not open the door. The man hugged her from behind and pulled her down on to the ground. Holding her chest tightly, he tried to push his cock into her ass but she was fidgeting too much. He bit down on her earlobe to get her attention, eliciting an ear-shattering screech. "Let me go! Let me go!" she cried hysterically as she tried to escape from his grip. The man eventually turned her around to face him as he held her close, his wrinkly skin against her body. If her arms were not pinned against her side, she would have punched him. Unfortunately for Molly, this was not an option. Even more unfortunately for her, she had a very damp and easily accessible entrance in front of his cock. The man lay her down and slipped his cock inside of her cunt. Molly instantly froze, her mouth wide open, one eye closed, as she felt a six-inch piece of meat slide into her most sensitive area. Squeaks and squeals exited her mouth with each violent thrust from the man. He used his hips like an old man should not, violently fucking his unwilling partner. Tears started to rush out of Molly's face as her emotions changed from shocked to hysterical. She sobbed like a baby as her body was used as nothing more than a sex toy. The man forced his tongue down her throat, only making her more distressed. "Ms. McGrath, I have to say you have the tightest, warmest vagina this sixty-year-old man has even felt," he whispered in her ear before licking her neck. "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried. The man ignored her and reinserted his tongue into her mouth. He licked up and down every single one of her thirty-two teeth. She wanted to vomit as his cigar-stained breath was forced down her throat. The girl kept trying to turn her head away but received a tighter squeeze around her chest, making it harder to breath by the second. She was gasping for air as his slimy tongue slid form her mouth to her nose. "Sto-o-o-o-o-o-p," she begged as her nose was assaulted. The old man and the woman were both sweating profusely from both the sauna and the violent sex. Molly's blonde hair was matted down, looking very greasy and scraggly. The short-haired man bit down on a lock of hair and ripped his head back, cutting each little hair in half. Molly tried to bite his forehead but received an even tighter squeeze. She started to panic more as she was really struggling to breathe. Luckily for her, the old man was not a long distance fucker. "I'm gonna cum, bitch," he grunted. Molly was luckily on the pill so there was no risk of pregnancy, not that she would have protested anyway. She just wanted the assault to end, which it did as the man's body froze and a warmth formed inside of her vagina. Molly closed her eyes and sobbed as her worst nightmare was finally over. The man rolled over off of her to catch his breath while she curled into a ball. "Enjoyable," he said as he sat up. "You didn't wiggle around as much as I'd like --C+ effort." Molly was ignoring the man, trying to push as much of his nasty semen out of her pussy. He reached a finger down and scooped some up before flinging it in her face. "Now go to the next room, get cleaned up and leave, you are no longer of use to me," he said as he unlocked the door and held it opened. "Today, bitch! Crawl!" Like an animal, the abused sports reporter crawled out of the sauna, seeing the entire staff line the hallway, pointing and laughing at her. She hung her head low and went into the room to gather her clothes. She got dressed quickly and headed to the lobby. "Hope you enjoyed your day, Ms. McGrath," the young brunette at the front desk said. Molly slowly turned around and approached the desk, looking at the smug face of the girl. She gave her a death stare before leaving. Once in her car, Molly buried her face in her hands and cried her eyes out.