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Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 01

By: sfor



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story can be found in the “Dilemma” series.

******

It was a particularly dark evening, and rainy, so very wet and rainy. Groans of obvious pleasure and occasional pain emanated from the confines of a dimly lit, yet still dark, alleyway. 

Victoria pulled David up by his unkempt dark blond hair and slammed him against the brick wall, her passion running freely. He was already hard and sighed as she slipped sensuously down his muscled torso and took his rigid cock into her hot, willing, wet mouth. Slowly at first Posh gently licked and sucked his erect shaft and then kissed him tenderly making the purple, bulbous head quiver with anticipation. Picking up the pace, Victoria sucked him harder. Reaching her long, slim arms upwards she bunched David’s thin, rain soaked t-shirt up his chest, scratching her long fingernails mercilessly over his nipples and down his body making his stomach tighten, making her husband squirm with a heady cocktail of pleasure and pain.

“Ohhhh yes babe,” 

Victoria looked up as David stared down at her. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes burned with desire.

“Shit Tori, you look so pretty on your knees.” He forced out his words, barley able to breathe let alone speak, struck almost dumb by the sensuous pleasure he was feeling as she sucked skilfully on his cock.

David pulled a little too hard on Victoria's wild, long, dark hair as he twisted his fingers around in it and was met with a sharp scratch to his groin. 

“That hurt me you fucking bastard,” she spat. 

He was stunned by her language but also aroused by her fiery temperament and dirty approach to sex, as always seemed to be the case these days. 

“I told you not to do that, Victoria.” 

She raised her eyebrows, “What?” 

He smiled, a slow, sly smile, “Talk with your mouth full, you slut.” 

David pulled on her hair again as Posh dragged her teeth along the length of his blood engorged manhood; his body convulsing in a heady mix of agony and ecstasy, made all the more pleasurable by looking down and watching her full, gorgeous red lips gliding back and forth along his cock. 

He strained to watch his wife as she used her free hand to reach inside her panties and rub her swollen clitoris. Victoria moaned as she spread her legs wider and David grunted his pleasure while she finger-fucked herself, unable to contain her need any longer. Watching Victoria masturbating always made him insane with desire and Becks shuddered violently as he came. His spurting cock exploding thick cum into her throat just as she too reached the climax she had longed for so intensely. The combined feeling of being filled and fulfilled simultaneously so engulfed her that she almost bit down on his cock. 

He pulled Victoria to her feet and smeared his spilled sperm over her trembling lips with his own mouth as he kissed his wife violently, harshly, tasting his own juices on her tongue and smelling the musk of his own erection on her breath.

David took Posh in his arms and held her, rain soaking them both to the skin, their bodies so hot that steam rose from them into the cold night air, the chill water streaming into their mouths as they kissed beneath the dark evening sky. 

Slowly Posh felt his grip on her hair tighten once more as the rain poured down.

“Owww, stop it, I told you once,” she yelled.

But David carried on pulling and twisting and soon Victoria was folding her body in an attempt to relieve the pain, arching her back she crumpled to the wet floor. Her clothes were soaked but David continued to pull and twist. Posh’s hands flew to her head.

“David, babe, what are y … ooooooh, ouch. Stop it please.”

“You fucking slut. You whore. If you weren’t the mother of my children I would want nothing more to do with you.”

Victoria stopped breathing. Momentarily even the pain of his grip on her hair faded into the background as his words sunk in.

“What do you mean babe, what …” she stuttered.

“Shut the fuck up slut and look at these.”

He produced a small photograph size brown package from his back pocket and threw it down at her. Victoria looked down at it as the rain began to splatter the wrapping and soak it through. Their whole bodies now dripped wet, soaked to the skin as she tried to focus on the situation.

“I’m going to Madrid tonight and we only talk through our solicitors from now on.”

With that he cast her to the wet ground and strode away with tears welling in his own eyes as he reflected on their situation. Victoria grabbed pathetically at his legs begging him to stay with her, but he shrugged her off and walked hurriedly away without a second glance.

Posh was left laying in the side street in the Cumbrian Lake District town of Keswick. She was 80 miles from their home in Greater Manchester and she could see David driving off in the red Porche that the two of them had used to get there. They had decided on Keswick for a short two-day break but now David had gone leaving her lying in a soaking alley and at least eight miles from their hotel with no apparent means of transport.

“Fuck,” she cried to herself. Dragging her knees up to her chin she huddled against the brick of the building wall against which they had just made love. Made love? Well clearly not, as David had other things on his mind.

Reluctantly Victoria’s hand moved to the package. She knew more or less what would be in there. Widening the already open end of the brown paper she reached in and pulled out a note written on a single page of folded A4 paper.

My Dear Tori,

You fucked me off once too often. We had some great times you bitch but the way you ditched me showed no feelings for how I felt and no understanding of the pressures Emma Bunton and that ape of a bloke she was with put me under. Well, I’ve been thinking of doing this for some time now and so by the time you read this David will have read the following:

David,

Far be it from me to bring bad news but I think that you need to know that your wife is a slut. She has been fucking me for months very, very willingly and posed for the photo’s in the package. I also have videos and someday you might also want to take a look at them and see whether all the things she did on the tape are things that you’ve enjoyed as well.

Either way she is a whore – I hope you agree. This package is for your eyes only and I won’t release it to the press – yet. Oh by the way the Posh look-alike in the magazine a few months back wasn’t a look-alike at all.

Carl.

“Carl, you twat,” she whispered to herself. What now? She didn’t look at the photo’s, she didn’t need to. Suddenly the night air became very cold indeed. The dampness in her clothes sent a real chill through her body. The brief black dress she wore was not suitable at all for this weather or this circumstance. But that had been the point when she and David had first taken cover in the grime covered side alley, or so she thought. 

Victoria had fulfilled more and more frequently her desire to make love in public places and to be as dirty as she could be during sex through her meetings with Carl and his mates and the situations she had been forced into. She sobbed quietly as she remembered the photography sessions and the hidden cameras that had filmed her in all sorts of compromising positions. She closed her eyes as images from the past and the little charades that Emma had dreamed up for her came flooding into her mind’s eye.

She could still taste David’s sperm in her mouth and now he had gone forever, her beautiful, lovely husband gone, never to return. Posh’s head fell into her arms, her shoulders heaved violently and she cried like she had never cried before.

“Well, well what have we got here then.”

Victoria's heart jumped as she looked up at the huge man in front of her. He was over 6 feet tall and just towered above her lovely rain soaked frame slumped against the alley wall. His hair was long and unkempt with a shaggy beard covering his face. As several other men surrounded her, Victoria glanced at the tattoo on the man’s hand.

'Devil’s Warriors' it said simply. A tremor of fear shot along Posh’s spine as she attempted to get up but the brute in front of her simply stepped nearer to the frightened Victoria and blocked her path. 

“P … please, what do you want?” Victoria tried to say, but she stopped in mid-voice when she saw the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Victoria heard the command to "take her," but could not react as hands came from everywhere and dragged her further into the cold, dark rain flooded alley.

She was unceremoniously dumped against the dimly lit large brick wall at the end of the long alleyway. Looking down, a flicker of recognition came into the face of the apparent gang leader.

“Fuck me, you don’t half look like Posh Spice. I’m going to have myself a real fantasy filling you.”

“It’s no fantasy Jem, look at these.”

Posh groaned when she saw the sodden package passed to this Jem character. Reaching inside he pulled out the note and some very compromising photographs from her striptease, the one that she had performed for Carl and his mates months ago.

“Shit, it is Posh Spice. Well little miss Victoria Beckham it looks like we get to spend some time together. I hope you enjoy our company.”

“Give me those back please and I will do whatever you want.”

“Baby you will do what we want anyway,” laughed Jem.

Posh began screaming as the brief black dress was ripped from her body and her screams were met with a hard punch from somewhere to her stomach. Victoria doubled over gasping for air as the knife wielding gang cut her black lacy bra away. 

“Get up,” commanded Jem, and Victoria struggled to her feet pleading to be let go. Despite her situation and the pain in her stomach, she began to feel an excitement between her legs. Her breath was ragged, mainly from the punch but also from the lusty anticipation of what would be done to her. 

Posh stood in the centre of about 5 men and they all had their jeans unzipped and were stroking long, hard erections. Feeling very vulnerable Victoria began to cry as she realized each cock was ready for her, and despite her feelings, she did not want to be gang raped in a cold, wet, dark alley. Did she? But even as she thought those words to herself a small, low groan escaped her lips. 

Jem approached her, cock in hand.

Victoria tried to cover her naked breasts, but he knocked her hands down and quickly pinched one of her nipples. Victoria cried out in anguish. 

"Please...don't hurt me."

The former Spice Girl swung her head around and quickly scanned the scene in front of her. 'There are so many of them', she thought. Jem took his time in confronting the scared girl so that by the time he finally spoke Victoria was almost grateful. 

“Posh baby, what would you say if I said the words ‘fucked up the arse’ hmmmm?”

Victoria broke down, sinking to her knees. "Oh no....Please...no. Please ...let me go."

Jem nodded his head. "I'm glad to see you like our suggestion. But don’t worry we’ll settle for a little head action.”

Posh swallowed, her mouth thick with saliva, her pussy wetting up beneath the brief black thong, which was the only item of clothing left on her body. The rain had stopped and the night wasn’t too cold now, but goose bumps stood out on Victoria’s naked skin. 

She was reminded in a flash of the time that she gave all of Carl’s friends a blowjob just to keep those first photographs and tapes off the Internet. 

Jem opened his hands and raised his arms. "Come on baby start with this." Jem closed the small distance to the kneeling girl. Standing less then a foot from her, he held his cock out towards Victoria. 

She was stunned by the size of the leader’s penis, it wasn't as large as some she had had these past few months, but the person wielding it was easily meaner and more intimidating.

Victoria remained paralyzed with terror as Jem pushed at her nose with his the head of his knob. He gripped her hair and roughly jerked her head back. He saw the look of fear on her and enjoyed the eye contact as he rubbed his hard prick over her soft wet skin. 

Already Victoria could feel the drip of his juices as her attacker rubbed himself off on her pretty freckled face. She winced at the sharp pain as Jem pulled her hair again while rubbing his head across her luscious lips. Victoria understood what was expected from her and opened her lips, feeling his smooth cock slip into her mouth. 

She moved her head back and forth, increasing the movement in time with Jem’s forceful tugging of her hair. She closed her eyes and imagined her husband David inside her instead of this hideous brute. This picture in her mind added to the dampness at her lacy covered crotch. Victoria didn't want to be wet for these boys, but the way Jem manipulated her was both forceful and dominating giving rise to a great desire building up in the pit of her stomach. 

She started to move her head back and forth of her own accord, sucking off the gang leader. She felt the way his cock was expanding and knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he came in her mouth. Before she could finish him off though, Posh felt another rough pull of her hair and Jem pulled out of her.

Jem fondled his cock in a manner sufficient to contain his impending climax. 

"D’you know what slut that wasn't too bad. Now then, get on all fours...I’m sure you’re familiar with the position."

Victoria frowned, "Huh? But you wanted, you said..."

Jem’s voice was menacing and completely in control. "NOW!"

Victoria obeyed him, her fear growing once again. What had she done to deserve this?

"But..." resigned to her fate, she assumed the required position. 

Jem’s eyes squinted. "Hold her down, boys. Put her face on the fucking floor." With complete obedience one man held each of her arms and pressed on the back of her neck until her cheek was pressed against the wet, old tarmac of the alley floor.

Victoria whimpered as she felt her panties being torn away. Tears joined Jem’s seeping juices on her face when she felt her bottom being positioned so that she could be screwed properly.

"Spread your cheeks, bitch. It should go a lot easier now that you helped me with a bit of natural lubrication."

Posh’s arms were freed so that her hands could reach back, grab the soft folds of her bottom cheeks and pull them wide apart revealing the small puckered rosebud that was about to become the centre of Jem’s attention.

The thought of the men watching her hold her own arse cheeks open humiliated Victoria even more, but she couldn’t help feeling verly horny at the same time. Jem motioned to the one of the gang. 

"Lucy, you get first go tonight."

“Lucy?” yelled Posh, “no please I’m no lesbian.” Although she remembered vividly the times she had spent with Emma Bunton a few months ago.

“Shut it!”

Victoria’s face was slammed down into the cold hard floor once more, and held there, tight.

Taking her leather jacket off, Lucy let the boys raise Victoria just enough for her to slide underneath. Ignoring the wet ground she positioned her face against Posh’s pussy.

“Ohhh, you are gorgeous Victoria,” she groaned not quite believing that she was about to lick out Posh Spice.

Immediately she began lapping at Posh’s celebrity snatch as Jem drove forward, and buried his cock in Posh’s arse in one solid stroke. 

“Ohhh fuckkkkk,” Victoria moaned.

She was beside herself as the length of solidly erect prick buried in her arse heightened the pleasure she felt from her pussy being licked.

Again and again the awful impalement continued, while an ever-growing pleasure washed over her groin. Victoria shivered as she felt the cock in her arse expand a bit and then she trembled again as she heard Jem claim his victory.

"Ohh yeah, fuck me you gorgeous whore. Fucckkkkkkkk I’m filling you, you cunt!"

Jem thrust hard filling her to the hilt.

“Oh yesssss,” he hissed slowing his thrusts. 

And then. “Next!”

"Oh no, no more, please,” were the only words Posh could formulate, a plea for mercy that would definitely be ignored.

Victoria felt the pressure leave her bottom and the pleasure of Lucy’s tongue immediately take over again. She fought against it and kept telling herself not to cum while these bastards gang raped her arse. Once again the pleasure in her pussy was replaced by pain when a second cock was planted firmly in between her cheeks. 

The shaft upon which Posh was now impaled was considerably thicker then the gang leader’s cock and Victoria could immediately feel the difference. She felt like it was about to split her in two as he started to fuck her, pumping in and out of her arse. 


Posh was beginning to get very aroused from this awful anal rape when she felt a small tweak of the ultimate excitement between her legs. Against her will, her lovely body betrayed her, shivering and twisting and aiding her attacker as he sodomised her.

Victoria kept telling herself 'I can't help myself, it's so hard to fight, it's too hard to fight,” and then:

"Ooooo, Oh No...I...Yessssssssssssss!" She came long and hard covering the girl called Lucy in her sticky juices while the shaft of hard, male flesh pumped away in her backside. 

Then the man embedded inside her joined in the climactic scene and, with a final grunt, he unloaded his thick spunk into Victoria, who yelled loudly as her own orgasm was increased with the final thrusts of the man coming so long and hard just at the right time. 

He remained buried to the hilt, grinding and milking the final spasms of his wet, sticky climax. When he withdrew Victoria groaned in humiliation and shame, but had no time to dwell on anything else as the next hard cock slid easily into her well-fucked arse.

The third man was ruthless. He lifted her up slightly and dug his fingers hard into her soft hips, leaving purple and grey bruises on her delicate skin. Hard and fast, he kept pumping her, now well-used, arsehole, still held exposed and apart by Posh’s own fingers. Over and over again the man removed his prick to the head before burying himself deep back into Victoria's anal passage. 

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” groaned a wanton Victoria Beckham as, for the third time in just a few minutes, a large stiff prick released its torrent of hot semen into Posh’s gang raped arse.

And Lucy kept on licking.

******

The men had left some time ago. Posh Spice sat with her back to the cold brick wall at the end of the alley. Slowly her senses came back to her, and she became gradually aware of an ache in her legs and her arms, in fact her whole body was spliced with agonising pain. Victoria’s head was swimming and everything around her was hazy. Her body felt cold and was covered in sperm and male slime. Her pussy and bottom were sore and the taste in her mouth reminded her of what she had been doing for the last hour or so. Gritting her teeth Victoria pulled herself up to a standing position against the wall, trying to relieve the muscles that ached the most.

“I’m sorry,” came a voice.

“Huh,” replied a startled Posh looking to her left. She found Lucy staring at her, first with concern and then a large, sexy grin opened up. The biker’s girl wore only white silk panties and a large leather jacket that hung wide open. No one else was around.

“Don’t be,” Victoria whispered. She felt very guilty that she should have enjoyed any aspect of what was really a brutal gang rape in which she was the victim. But the fact of the matter was that she had. Lucy could see that the raped girl’s face was flushed and kind of, well, expectant. She moved towards Victoria.


Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 01



Placing her hand carefully under the exhausted Posh’s arm Lucy eased her to her feet. The former Spice Girl realised that she had put her deliciously sexy black thong back on, or at least someone had.

Lucy slid a hand between Victoria’s legs and under her panties, two fingers going into Posh’s pussy in a gesture that was as much about comfort as it was penetration. 

“Mmmmmm, that’s good.”

Victoria eased her thighs wider, all thoughts of David and her terrible domestic predicament now put entirely to the back of her mind, as they had been for the last hour or so. Posh began to writhe and perform a slight thrusting of her hips just as Lucy pulled her sticky fingers free of their warm envelope.

“Oh, don’t stop, please.”

Moving round to the front of Posh the biker’s girl began to use her fingers, covered in Victoria’s juices, on herself. Using the palm of her hand to stimulate her clitoris Lucy worked her fingers inside her own pussy.

Victoria squirmed as she watched the gorgeous girl masturbate in front of her. Breaking free of her performance momentarily Lucy moved forward and eased Posh’s panties down her long, slim, tanned legs with one hand and continued to touch and feel herself with the other.

Posh moaned and cupped her own mound. 

“Oh you gorgeous slut,” groaned Lucy as she positioned herself on her knees so that her face was just centimetres away from Victoria’s groin. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“Mmmmm,” whimpered Posh, “yes please.”

Lucy groaned once more as her tongue flicked out to touch Victoria’s pussy lips. Posh sighed at the contact and thrust her self into Lucy’s face. As the young girl’s tongue lapped up and down the puffed pink lips Victoria glanced down at the fingers still working furiously away in Lucy’s snatch. The kneeling girl’s knees were wide open, hiding nothing as her brief white knickers were stretched wide on her upper legs. Posh saw the muscles of Lucy’s thighs and stomach start to tense and felt her licking become more frantic, then she came. 

“Ohhh, fuckkkk come on Posh cum with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

She screamed her orgasm for all to hear and her tongue slipped away from Posh’s pussy for a moment and onto her groin.

Victoria finally came with Lucy’s tongue poked well inside her slit, her whole body bucking frantically as her muscles shook with ecstasy. Her orgasm seemed to last forever and only when Posh’s high had subsided did Lucy peel her juice-covered face away from the sodden pussy lips . They both collapsed in a heap against the wall. Lucy cuddled up to Posh kissing her shoulder making the former Spice Girl reach out and stroke her lover’s hair in return. 

Victoria began to relax telling herself that the only way to come to terms with what she had done to herself and had done to her in this alley was to accept her own sexual needs. She had been raped in all of her orifices and yet far from being resentful of all of her attackers here she was snuggled up with the one and only female rapist who had just licked her to a fully consensual orgasm whilst masturbating at the same time. 

Then she remembered the photographs.

******

David had left. There was no doubting that in fact she had not spoken to him in the two weeks since that crazy night in the Lake District. Posh sighed. She was pissed off, angry and upset that her gorgeous husband had gone and was no doubt in the arms of some Spanish slut at this very moment. The press had picked up on the fact that the Beckhams were now estranged but had put it down to the strains of Posh not liking Madrid. As if that, and the constant hounding by those newspaper bastards, was not bad enough Victoria knew the truth, which meant two copies of very, very compromising photographs were out there in the hands of her former lover and the leader of the bikers who had gang raped her two weeks ago. 

“Fuck!” stated Posh simply to the empty surroundings of her flat in North London. However, the simple fact that she had once more thought about her experiences in that cold, dark alley caused a small pang of desire to generate warmth in the pit of her stomach and she whimpered softly to herself.

If it hadn’t been for the lovely Lucy that night, Posh would have been completely stuck. Miles from her hotel with no transport and fucked to the point of exhaustion. Lucy had taken her in and made sure that she got back to her hotel the day after. 

She had not heard from Lucy or any of the gang since that night and that made her wary, very wary indeed. She sensed overwhelmingly that this was only the calm before the storm.

Then there was a ring from the doorbell.

Posh moved to the CCTV screen and checked it out. It was Jeb, the tall, bulky gang leader. What the fuck did he want as if she didn’t know? Victoria paused, a sickly feeling rising in her throat before she pressed the red button and muttered quietly,

“Come on up.”

******

"As you can see, we have a problem," Jeb almost laughed. "I'm not too sure your adoring fans would care much for you after they see these." He tossed the now only too familiar photographs at her.

Victoria looked like she was about to faint. The possibility of this filth being made public was too horrible to contemplate.

Jeb was right and her lip curled up in anger and frustration at her predicament. A situation that was compounded by the fact that this ape and his cronies had raped her recently and she couldn’t do a thing about it. Or was it that she didn’t want to?

"So what do you want, Jeb?" she demanded, realizing that there was going to be a heavy price for this to be kept secret.

"I don't know," he answered coolly. "What do you have to offer?"

Victoria felt lost. She was totally at his mercy and she knew it. But she also knew that Jeb already had something in mind. Posh could see it in his eyes and it made her shift nervously.

"Look, whatever you want from me, you can have it. Just give me the photographs." 

Jeb held all the cards, but a lifetime of survival wouldn't let her back down without a fight.

“There’s a little café round the corner. Let’s you and me go for a walk Princess Victoria, and we’ll see what comes up.”

******

After leaving the café together, Posh looked up at Jeb’s massive frame in a frustrated way and said, 

"Look we’ve been sat in there for over half an hour and you’ve told me nothing, please tell me what you want, is it money, how much?" 

As they walked down the covered corridor outside the café he looked into her large eyes and asked, 

"Tell me, Victoria, what colour panties are you wearing?" 

"You can't speak to me that way," she gasped. 

"Really," he said in a matter of fact way, 

"I think I can talk to you any way I fucking well please, and the question still stands, what colour are they?" 

"I-I won't tell you," she blubbered, "it's none of your business!" 

With his voice growing cold and threatening he offered, 

"Don't test my patience, baby, I have a real good relationship with the postman, and my next letter might just be to the Daily Star!" 

With that last sentence sinking in, all of the fight went out of Victoria and she answered softly, "They're white, white silk, you bastard!"

“Thong?”

She nodded, now thoroughly ashamed and embarrassed. 

Smiling and taking her by the arm he led her to the elevator that led up to the top of the shopping precinct and whispered, 

"See, wasn't that easy, so tell me, Victoria, what size bra do you wear?" 

She gave him a dirty look and replied, "36C, if it's any of your business!!!" 

He chuckled lustily and replied, "oh it is, Posh, it certainly is!" 

Moving upwards beyond the three public shopping floors, he stopped the elevator on the sixth floor and held the door open for her. 

"What are we doing here, what are you going to do to me?" Posh sounded alarmed but her stomach was churning with excitement.

“Get out. This is the disused floor and there's an office down here I'd like you to see, follow me!" 

"This office is unoccupied, I don't see..........please tell me what you are going to do." 

He interrupted her in mid sentence, "Okay baby, let's see what you have on underneath that suit, come on, strip!" 

"Piss off," she spat, 

“Listen Posh, unless you want to make the front page of the papers you'll get moving on those clothes!"

She looked up at him through her long fringe with her big, tear stained eyes begging for him to let her stay dressed.

“Get your frigging kit off you whore!” 

Resignation showed all over her face as she started to unbutton her black jacket. Jeb just stood back and watched as she began to remove her clothes! When she was down to her bra and panties, she shivered a little, both from the embarrassment of her predicament, and the coolness of the air in the empty office. 

Victoria’s nipples stiffened immediately.

"W-why won't you just take my money," she asked with a whimper in her voice! 

"What? When I’ve got Posh Spice almost naked in a deserted office you think I’m interested in money. Ah, come on, off with the rest of it!!!

"Fuck me you horny cunt," he whispered through dry lips as she faced him naked. 

"Turn around and let me see your arse!" 

Victoria did a full turn and Jeb's cock was now as hard as a rock inside his jeans. He gently pushed her to her knees, and spoke to her in a soft voice. 

"Okay, Posh, take it out and do what you do best!" 

Victoria couldn't help but feel a little tingle in her pussy as she extracted Jeb's cock and gently caressed it in her soft warm hand. 

"What are you waiting for," he asked, "do it!" 

Gingerly she moved her head forward while opening her mouth and letting the smooth purple head slip past her gorgeous full lips.

"Oh, yes," he moaned, "you do that so well, you whore!" 

As much as she detested this pathetic excuse for a human being, her pussy involuntarily convulsed and began to moisten.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned with her mouth full of knob. 

Jeb tensed up as Victoria's mouth increased its pace, sucking and licking in the expert way that she could. Jeb loved it and began to thrust harder. Then, offering no warning to the hot gorgeous cock sucker impaled upon his hard flesh, his balls retracted and he filled her mouth with hot sperm, which, much to his surprise, Posh hungrily gulped down, moaning in glorious cum soaked ecstasy!

“You are one fucking slut Posh,” he laughed. Victoria knelt looking up at him She was desperate to cum herself, but it looked like he was finished for now.

“See yourself out slut, I’ll be in touch.”

She watched as Jeb, having replaced his cock inside his jeans, left the deserted office and made his exit in the elevator. Posh sighed inwardly and wiped the residual cum away from her mouth with her forearm. She was becoming increasingly concerned both with the fact that this blackmail could go on forever, and Carl hadn’t even started yet, apart from wrecking her marriage, but also at her own reaction and enthusiasm for the wanton and whorish acts she was being asked to perform.

As Victoria pondered these thoughts her hand strayed casually to her groin causing her to relax. Slowly she brought herself to another wickedly, wild orgasm whilst picturing in her mind’s eye the sexual encounter she had just experienced.

******

The strangely erotic scenario with Jeb was a whole week behind her. Posh desperately wanted to sort this blackmail mess out as soon as she could, but the fact that David had left her was causing her problems that needed sorting out as a matter of priority. For a few years now her greatest claim to fame had been as the female half of Posh and Becks, her own career was certainly not on the ascendancy. Now, just as she was trying to re-launch herself, David had left her. The bastard. 

It was true that he hadn’t publicly mentioned the photographs as yet and so all the world thought that she was simply refusing to move permanently to Madrid. But, whether it was via David, Carl or that twat Jeb, Posh was frantic about the possibility of the photographs, or worse still the videos, surfacing on the Internet.

However, for now, Posh had to think about her career, or at least what was left of it. 

She sat round a small table in her home with representatives from Telstar, her troubled record label. Simon Fuller, her agent had just hung up from the conference call. He was clearly not impressed and now left Victoria and the label representatives, staring blankly at the telephone trying to think of what direction her career, and her life, should go next.

Just then her mobile phone rang.

“Shit, sorry guys, I’ll just take this.”

The truth was that she was desperate for a break as were the two men with her. When Victoria pressed the green receive button on the keypad her colleagues stood up and wandered casually over to the large panoramic window that looked out over the gardens of Beckingham Palace.

Posh paused before finally speaking.

"Hello, Tori Beckham here.”

"I just called to say how much I enjoyed our little meeting last week," came Jeb’s gruff voice, "I hope you did too!" 

Posh was dumbstruck but recovered in time to hiss into the receiver, "Don't ever call me here, I'm working and I don't have any time to waste speaking with you!" 

She was just about to hang up when he replied, "How would you like me to post your pictures onto the web Victoria, you’re really photogenic, I'm sure the world will be duly impressed?"

At first she was taken back by his level of eloquence, something she hadn’t given the greasy, longhaired biker any credit for. But soon her mind was focussed back into the here and now.

"What do you want," she demanded, "make it quick!" 

"I just want you to know that I'm masturbating thinking about your lips," he responded, "did you know they are the sweetest lips I've ever tasted." 

"Y-you're crazy," she stammered, "I'm going to hang up now, good bye!" 

The two men, overhearing Posh’s level of annoyance turned to look at her. She reddened immediately.

"If you hang up," he shot back quickly, "you’re done for. Now take off your panties.”

“Fuck off,” she replied incredulously.

“Now,” he ordered.

Posh could have faked this but she was, in part, enjoying the experience of being ordered around whilst her male colleagues were in the room. Reaching one hand down and underneath her short black dress Victoria peeled the brief white silk knickers down her legs. The two men looked at each other with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“Now tell me, how does your pussy feel without panties on?" 

"It feels just fine," she said in an exasperated voice, "Look, I have people with me, I have to go, I have work to do here!" 

"Tell me, Victoria," he asked while ignoring her pleas, "think back to our first meeting in the alley. Did you love it when my tongue was in your pussy?" 

"I've got to go now," she whined, "please let me get back to work." 

"First tell me if you liked it when my tongue was in you?" he insisted. 

"Yes, yes, I did," she whispered. "Are you satisfied, may I please go now?" 

"In a minute," he replied, "tell me one more thing, are you wet right now, are your lips hot and moist ready for my warm mouth and tongue?" 

"I can't talk now," she moaned, "there are people around me!" 

"The only way I'm going to let you hang up is if you have an orgasm for me over the phone," he replied sternly, "so tell me, is your pussy wet and slippery?"

“Oh, fuck," she moaned, "please, leave me alone!" 

"Victoria," he said harshly, "there's only one way I'll hang up the phone, you have to do something for me first!" 

"What?" she demanded, "tell me what you want me to do?"

“I’ve already told you.”

“What?” 

"When we all fucked you in the alley do you remember how nice and wet your pussy was just before you came," he asked? 

"Yes," she replied a little more amiably, "of course I remember!" 

"Good," he said, "because I want you to squeeze your thighs together and have a nice hard orgasm for me over the phone, and further more, I want you to tell me how turned on you are as you do it!" 

"I-I can't," she moaned, "someone might see or hear me!" 

"Lucky for them," he said with a laugh, "now, I know that you're already nice and wet, so why don't you just make the best of it and do as you're told?" 

"Okay," she said, "I'll try, but it won't be easy, I have people here!" 

"Victoria," he whispered, "tell me about your pussy, do you masturbate a lot?" 

"Erm," she stammered, "sometimes, but usually my husband takes care of me!" A sense of despondency took over as she thought of the estranged David making love to her.

"Does he love sucking your wet pussy?" 

"Oh yes," she gasped, "he loves sucking me!" 

"Are you wet right now, slut," he asked?

"Yes, oh yes, yes," she groaned, "oh shit, I must keep quiet, Shaun just looked over at me!"

"Have you ever fucked him," Jeb asked? "You mean, Shaun," she asked, "no, never!" 

"Maybe I should call him up and tell him about your wet pussy," he said half seriously. 

"No, fuck, please don't even joke," she begged, "I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do anymore!" 

"You know why, don't you?" 

"Tell me," she panted. 

"It's because you are sluttishly hot and need to cum," he replied, "your hard little clit is just about ready to explode, and really that's the only thing that's important to you right now isn't it, Victoria?" 

"Yes, yes," she moaned again, "I’m going to cum, it’s driving me crazy, I can't quite reach, very close, ooohhhh," 

"You know what you’ve got to do, don't you?" he asked. 

"W-what?" she stammered. 

"You've got to touch it," he told her, "it's the only way you can make it explode!" 

"Oh, no," she fairly shrieked, "I can't do that, no way!" 

"Well then," he said seriously, "do you have something long and thin you could slip up your dress to masturbate with" 

"Just a metal board pointer," she whispered. 

"Good, girl," he rejoined, "now slide it up there and bring yourself off!" 

"I-I’ll have to spread my legs a little," she stuttered, "no one's looking, oh fuck, I did it, it's up under my dress!" 

"Oh yessss," she groaned softly, "this is incredible, I'm touching my clit with these people around me, I'm going to, ohhhh, shoot, oh my, it's so hard!" 

"Do it for me, Victoria," he implored her, "cum for me, have a huge orgasm with those people around you!" 

Then Posh came. The sound she made was pure animal like as her cunt was ravaged by a vicious orgasm that left her quivering and writhing in her seat. 

The two men who had been turned towards the window turned quickly around and were left open mouthed at Posh’s wanton display.

"Feel better now whore?" he asked casually.

"P-please may I hang up?" she asked quietly.

“You know what slut, I’m bored with you.”

“No, no please Jeb, no …” cried Posh now not caring who heard her.

“Here’s a web address for you, www.nakedposh.com write it down and check it out tomorrow morning because all of the papers will be doing just that, rest assured.”

“Oh shit, Jeb …” she started to panic, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

Silence.

“Go on,” the biker urged.

Posh looked at the two men in the room with her. Both were clearly aware that she had just had an orgasm and she could see their groins bulging.

“I’m waiting.”

Victoria swallowed hard.

“I … I … I want to s … s… suck your cock.”

The two men smiled an embarrassed, but turned on, smile to each other.

“Really,” mocked Jeb, “now tell me you’re a dirty, filthy, cock sucking cunt.”

Victoria sighed. Biting the bullet she began.

“I’m a d … d … d …”

“Yes?” he questioned.

“I’m a dirty, f … filthy, c … c … cock-sucking cunt.”

“You really are Posh, you really are,” the gang leader laughed, “but I’m still bored with you so fuck off now and check your Internet out tomorrow.”




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 01



“No, Jeb, wait, no …”

But the line went dead.

Posh dropped her mobile phone and sobbed into the desk at which she sat.

The two men, Shaun and his colleague had received an incredible display and they now had no idea what to say or do.

Posh looked up tears streaming down her face, and said, “Well what are you two looking at. You might as well piss off. The Internet will be full of me naked tomorrow and that’s the reason David left me, not fucking Madrid. I think you can guess which way my career is heading, so go on fuck off, unless you want a blow job that is?”

Shaun looked half seriously at Victoria and was about to say “yes please,” when he realised that she was not serious and if her teeth got anywhere near his cock right now she would probably bite it off.

******

Victoria Beckham stood alone in her office staring out of her, now open, office window. She wore no panties, they lay on the carpeted floor behind her, and her thighs were sticky. David had left her and she was about to be displayed all over the web. Her career was in tatters and she would be lucky to ever see her children again. She thought back to Carl, Emma and Nathan and now Jeb. They were all bastards who had fucked her, literally, and left her in a screwed up mess.

Posh stared and stared until she could focus no longer. She had no friends and tomorrow surely her family would disown her. What did she have left?

Slowly she made a mental note of what remained. She was a fighter after all and she had money, loads of the stuff, and her looks, her gorgeous, stunning looks. They alone had been enough to get success for her the first time round and this time, combined with clever use of her cash, they would be the source of her retribution.

Posh held her chin up, looked directly ahead and laughed maniacally out of the open window, for she had nothing left to lose. 

******

As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome.

Sfor.



Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 02



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapter 1, can be found in the “Dilemma” series.

The reference to Louise Redknapp’s past experiences can be read about in detail on Literotica in my story “A Day at the Beach”. 

******

“Oh shut up!” yelled Posh.

The telephone had not stopped ringing for the last two days. Fortunately Victoria could screen her calls via the answering service.

“Tori please ring me. I know what’s happened. I haven’t looked at the pictures of course but I still love you, so call me please.”

“Oh mum, just leave me alone,” muttered Posh to herself as the message ended.

True to his word Jeb had uploaded the photographs to the web site, soon followed by Carl adding his videos, presumably having sold them to the greasy biker. So now there was a complete collection of Victoria Beckham shagging the life out of many different partners, male and female, there for all to see in return for the princely sum of a one off £25 subscription. And now the phone would not stop ringing. 

Victoria eased herself out of her favourite armchair and moved slowly towards the telephone. She was toying with the idea of calling her mum when it rang again and frightened the life out of her.

“Come on you fucking tart,” Posh cringed at her sister’s aggressive tone, “pick up the phone. I know you’re there ‘cos you wouldn’t have gone out not with the shit that’s flying around about you right now. I knew you’d end up like this you fucking slag, you deserve all that you get bringing this heap of shame on our family. Pick up the phone so that I can talk to you. You’re a whore, a fucking whore, that’s all you’re good for. As for poor David, well …”

The sentence trailed away as Louise, her sister, slammed the phone down.

Posh had stopped breathing. The torrent of abuse had made Louise seem like she was in the same room. Slowly the former Spice Girl exhaled as her head started to spin.

Once more Victoria slumped into the luxurious folds of the armchair and closed her eyes.

A loud ringing from the doorbell interrupted her slumberous state.

“Who can this be,” she grumbled as she pulled her tired body up from the chair and wandered over to the CCTV screen, “Fuck!”

“Let me in,” came the familiar sounds of her husband’s voice. She pressed the entry button, the nerves in her stomach already tying themselves in knots.

******

“No, please David,” she begged, “ don’t do this. Let’s talk.”

Her husband laughed in her face. “Talk? Forget talk you slut, the time for talk’s over, I want a fucking divorce.”

He had brought the divorce papers round for her.

“How are the children?” she asked genuinely very concerned about not having seen them.

“They’re fine,” he moved on quickly, “fine because they’re with me.”

Victoria became a little angrier following his dismissive and judgemental reaction.

“Why are you here anyway?” she shot back. “What the fuck makes you think you have a right to come walking back into the house when you like?”

“I wanted to give you the papers, and …” he looked her up and down. Posh had forgotten that she wore only a little pair of black knickers and a white vest, and she suddenly became very conscious of her state of relative undress.

“What?” she said coldly becoming acutely aware of her husband’s piercing gaze.

“Nothing.” 

David stood very still and she could see the way his body rippled with muscle under his T-shirt.

“How did it make you feel Tori, Knowing that they were fucking you senseless and your family didn’t know a thing about it? Eh?”

“Don’t do this David,” she warned her voice as cold as ice.

“Or what?” he asked managing to laugh, “or you’ll leave me?”

“I couldn’t help it, there were reasons,” she defended, although in her heart of hearts Victoria knew that, despite the original premise, she now enjoyed the wanton sex.

“Anyway, you benefited from it as well.”

“What,” he shouted incredulously; “you mean I should be grateful that my wife learned how to fuck three people at once? You really know how to hurt you stupid bitch.” He pushed her shoulder, and she stumbled slightly.

“Did you get off on being their sex doll?” Posh was silent, not wanting to reveal the truth.

“What was it like knowing that which ever hole they were fucking you in, every time one of the bastards finished there was another to take his place. One after the other and they filmed it.”

“Please don’t do this David,” she warned again.

“Why? Why not? Well I’m here now, what about me, come on, fuck me!” He was shouting at her. “See what I’ve got under here,” he laughed, gripping his shirt and ripping it open.

Posh swallowed hard when she saw his lean, hard body.

“Is this what you want,” he roared, “Is this what you want to see bitch?”

She slapped him, and, when he did not respond, she slapped him again, then again. She continued to slap him until he picked her up and threw her at the wall. Posh sank to the floor and in his raging fury David leapt at her.

They struggled, but he was stronger and he easily pulled down her knickers, his fingernails digging into her stomach. Victoria screamed, but her cries were hushed as he jammed his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue down her throat. She tried to fight but he was too fast, pushing her thighs apart with his knees.

With one hand David kept her wrists pinned above her head whilst with his other he wound down his zipper.

“Is this what you want?” he screamed, almost foaming at the mouth.

David reached down and flipped out his erect cock. Posh felt dizzy, excited and sick. She gasped when he entered her, pushing herself against his groin.

He stopped mid thrust, holding himself in her. He looked down into her lovely face and smiled. She could feel his breath, hot and close, and the pain in her wrists where he still held her tight.

Victoria looked into his eyes, and began to move her hips slowly, letting him feel how easily he could move within her, how wet she was and how much she really wanted him.

“Tori,” he gasped, a little calmer now,” this is not right …” 

“Sshh,” she replied, reaching up to kiss his face. He tried to release her wrists but she grabbed his hands, happy to be pinned down. She closed her eyes arching up to him and felt him go deeper.

“Oh you whore, you disgusting whore,” 

“Fuck me,” she groaned.

******

With what little dignity she had left now in tatters, Victoria watched her husband get dressed. As he pulled on a new white T-shirt from the clothes he still had at the house, she was left feeling empty. The ejaculation of his satisfaction proved the point to David that she was no more than a willing slut whatever the circumstances. Fully dressed he stood gloating over Posh’s limp form. Then, without a word he bent down, picked up the divorce papers, threw them at his wife, savoured the sight of her for one last time and left her ashamed and alone. Victoria closed her eyes and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Posh slept without moving for what seemed like hours. Her sister’s voice kept cutting through her dreams,

“You’re a whore, a fucking whore, that’s all you’re good for …” the words were repeated over and over. Quickly followed by those of her husband,

“Oh you whore, you disgusting whore.”

Posh awoke, suddenly, her eyes opened with an alertness that she had not known for the last two days and she felt reinvigorated. She smiled to herself for at last she had a plan.

******

“Victoria, shit babe, where have you been?”

Victoria had finally decided to make a phone call. She and Louise Redknapp had become close friends through their footballing husbands, and, more to the point, Louise had a skill she could make real use of.

“Listen Lou, Jamie’s away for a few weeks, right?”

“Yeah, he’s getting more knee treatment in the States, why?”

“I really need your help. You set up your own web site didn’t you?”

“Erm, well, sort of.”

“Could you set me one up?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so; just pictures and text though nothing really clever.”

“That’ll do fine. Can you get that lovely arse of yours up to my house in Cheshire tomorrow? Please Lou, I really need you now. You’re the only person I’ve spoken to for days, apart from that twat of a husband of mine.”

“Yeah, okay. Listen Tori what the fuck have you done, I can’t believe the web site that’s been set up, what is it, nakedposh.com? Did you really...”

“Lou, just shut up. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

Victoria replaced the handset. She felt good and horny. Given her newfound approach to all things sexual Posh felt comfortable with admitting to herself how much she fancied Louise Redknapp. But of course Posh was no lesbian? 

Gorgeous, stunning, Louise Redknapp.

******

Posh awoke bright and early. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. Such a phrase would have seemed nothing but a cliché until yesterday, but now she really felt it. 

Victoria's mind was jumbled with a thousand thoughts. She hadn't been this excited for years, ever since she first met David in fact. She needed to let her mind relax under the hot, beating waves of fluid. She needed to stop thinking. It was time for a shower.

She turned the shower dial on to let the water heat up and went to undress. She loved taking showers it was so invigorating. She could forget who she was supposed to be and become who or what she wanted, which was exactly what she needed right now. 

Having removed the long T-shirt, her favourite, comfortable nightdress, Posh returned to the shower room. She stepped into the dark cubicle of warm steam and let her mind drift. 

As the warm jets relaxed her waking muscles her thoughts turned to Louise Redknapp. A few short hours and she would be here. Pictures of her girl friend began to appear in Posh’s mind’s eye. But the thought of them together, slick, wet, and wanting each other was something else. She sighed and raised her head, letting the hot water run down onto her face. 

If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Louise’s arms around her, the smooth fingertips teasing her nipples until she cried out. Unconsciously, Victoria’s hands went to her own breasts, lightly touching the soft pink nipples until they puckered under her caresses, then she turned her head, imagining Louise leaning in to kiss her. Their lips touched, smooth, sweet and full. One of her friend’s virtual hands drifted down to cup Victoria’s pussy and she moaned, leaning back against the wet tiles as she felt long, silky hair brush against her shoulder. 

Victoria's eyes opened abruptly. What was she doing? She shook her head to rid her mind of these images, but the picture of long dark hair kept drifting back. Long, dark hair that surrounded a sweet and beautiful face. Louise. 

Posh couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the last time they had met, just a few short month’s ago.

She could remember looking deep into Louise's eyes, seeing that small spark that said ‘I want you too’. Her gaze had dropped lower for just a split second, in time to see Louise's tongue slip out to wet full, dry lips. Victoria clenched her thighs tightly together as she remembered how Louise had looked at her, her glistening mouth slightly open, her large doe eyes inviting.

What was she doing? Here she was fantasizing about a...girl. She tried to think of something mundane about her friend, something to give her some perspective on the situation. Her clothes. Yes, Louise obviously liked the same type of clothes she did, from the mini skirts to the tight fitting dresses. There, it was a bond she had felt, a fashion bond. They liked the same clothes, although Louise's of course fit differently because she had more curves on that full, ripe, gorgeous body.

Victoria squeezed her eyes closed and tried to imagine what colour Louise's nipples would be. Whether her breasts would be as full as they looked under her clothes and if they were tanned bronze like the rest of her skin. How would they feel under her fingertips if she touched them? 

She sighed slightly and let herself drift off in to her fantasy again. It was only a dream after all, a harmless flight of fancy where she could imagine kissing Louise and only feel slightly guilty. Slightly guilty, and oh so horny to be thinking of doing such things with another girl. 

Here, steamy and wet, she wasn't Victoria, estranged wife of David. She could be anyone, do anything and touch anyone. She turned her head to the side again, receiving Louise's phantom kiss, sighing gently as her virtual partner shyly flicked her tongue into Victoria's mouth.

Yes, there was nothing wrong with a little healthy fantasy she rationalised as she pressed her breasts against Louise's willing hands. And in the steamy darkness, she could almost feel those hands wrapped around her chest, the soft breasts pressed against her back.

She turned and imagined slipping wet arms around the other girl, leaning forward to press her mouth more firmly against Louise's. Oh, this was nice, so exciting and so different at the same time. She slid her hand downward and cupped a full breast, felt the weight of it. Louise moaned in Victoria's mind and gently bit her bottom lip.

Victoria whimpered and dipped her head, flicking her tongue over the rounded curve of non-existent breast. 

"Please," Phantom-Louise whispered, and Victoria stroked her tongue over the imaginary nipple, circling the entire area of the aureole. Louise's knees buckled and Victoria steadied her friend against the wall of the shower as she began to suck. 

Just a few more minutes thinking about... fucking Louise. It was a wild, sexy thought and she sped up her strokes, massaging her clitoris and biting her lip in ecstatic agony. She rolled her head against the shower wall as beads of water dripped down into her eyes. 

Oh, she was close, so, so close and then. 

“Oh, yes, ohhhh yessssssss. Lou …” 

Her eyes widened and she groaned out Louise's name, sliding down the wall of the shower as her knees gave out. 

After a few minutes, Victoria began to breathe normally again. Good long showers usually helped her to think, to figure out the problems she was facing. But this one had only confused her more. 

Victoria turned the shower off and stepped out into the bathroom, towelling herself dry. Louise would be here soon.

******

“Hey babe, so fill me in.”

The former Spice Girl watched Louise as she breezed into the room. She looked stunning in tight faded jeans and a cropped pink top. Victoria tried hard to put the memory of her recent shower experience to one side and concentrate on the matter in hand.

Posh made them both a coffee and sat down next to her friend on the large white sofa that almost filled the day room, and began.

“Shit Lou, I’ve been really stupid. You see it all started with this young guy called Carl. He managed to get some naked pictures of me sun bathing and threatened to splash them all over the press. So I agreed to make out with him, and ...” she paused.

“Go on,” said a wide eyed Louise.

“… and it was great. I mean really good. But the bastard was greedy and had us filmed when we were, you know, fucking. Him and his mates then blackmailed me into servicing them all and, to rub salt in the wound as it were, they extorted hundreds of thousands of pounds out of me.”

“Bastards,” spat Louise.

“But I was hooked and couldn’t leave him alone, so I rang him and we started to see each again.”

“And David knew nothing?”

“Not then,” Posh replied and Louise raised her head in an, ‘oh, I see’ kind of way.

“But I’d already pissed off Emma B when she refused to help me sort out the blackmailing mess and she got together with one of my ex-minders, who I had sacked when he allowed an egg to be thrown at me in the States. Then they got to Carl who set me up and allowed Emma and this minder guy, Nathan, to blackmail me again into all sorts of fucking shit. They filmed it all and so it got worse and worse.”

Louise stared open mouthed. She was fascinated, confused, horrified and engrossed all at the same time in Victoria’s tale.

“Is there more?” she asked simply.

“Hell yes, ‘cos then I dumped Carl in no uncertain terms and threatened him, you know like you do,”

Louise nodded.

“And turned the tables on that scheming cow Emma by buying off Nathan back into my service and between us we set Emma up and came away with a set of very compromising photographs of her, which I still have.”

“So?” queried Louise.

“So, I thought all was settled and I would just slip back into life with David, which was just how it was until Carl sent him the photos.”

“No?”

“Oh yes. And what’s worse David dumped me after we had fucked in a dark alleyway in Keswick.”

“Bastard,” muttered Louise again before doing a double take reflecting on the fact that she had just heard the word ‘alleyway’.

“There’s worse, because, after David had gone and I was sitting alone and soaking wet in the alley, I was set upon by a biker gang who raped me and took the pictures off me. Then after their so-called leader, Jeb, had blackmailed me into several humiliating situations he got bored and set up the nakedposh website. The rest, as they say, is history.”

She sat back into the comfortable folds of the sofa.

Louise was silent, taking it all in. Finally she spoke.

“So in the last 6 months or so several different people have blackmailed you, you have a set of compromising photo’s of Baby Spice, you’ve had an affair and left your lover very pissed off with you, you’ve upset and then bought back one of your former minders, you’ve been raped and David’s left you because he found out?” Louise was breathless.

“That’s about it,” nodded Posh somewhat embarrassed to hear it summarised in that way. She had left out the bits about making love to Emma in fear of kicking her own fantasies about Louise back into motion.

Louise shifted her pretty frame and by reaching forward to pick up her coffee cup she unwittingly allowed Posh a great view of her ample cleavage.

“Tori?”

“Mmmm,” replied Victoria.

“Did you enjoy any of the humiliation and forced sex?”

Posh paused and then sighed.

“I have to say … yes. I found some of it so exciting like the time I was forced to give all of Carl’s mates a blowjob and then strip for them while they photographed me. And then when I was tied up and fucked in a deserted Gym and then fucked again by 2 men and Emma on the public balcony of the same Gym. Then there was the time that I was …” Posh was in full flow.

“I was raped once,” Louise interjected quietly.

Posh stopped talking and looked at her friend, silently urging her to continue.

“It was last year and I was taking a break on my own. No Jamie and no agents, no anything. I had decided to take a few hours on the beach and found a deserted spot, you know as you do in case of the press or whatever …”

Posh nodded in acknowledgement and agreement.

“Well I was confronted by two men who threatened me with a knife and ordered to me to strip.”

“So did you?” Victoria swallowed hard trying to get the forming images of Louise, naked and being fucked, out of her mind. “You know, did you strip?”

Louise nodded. 

“So what happened then?” 

“Well then they made me leave my bikini pants on and m … mast …”

“What,” squealed Posh excitedly, “what did they make you do?”

“Masturbate for them.”

Posh squirmed in her seat and had to stop herself from moaning.

“But that’s not all. They had me masturbate to the point of orgasm and then they stopped me. Not once but loads of times.”




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 02



“How did that make you feel Lou?” Victoria had to work hard not to jump on Louise there and then.

“Fuck me Tori, I was as frustrated as hell. I begged them to let me cum. But what’s worse they timed how long it took me to orgasm and every minute was supposed to be a lash with a whip afterwards. It scared me stiff at that point, I can tell you.”

“I once dreamt about being whipped, but it’s never actually happened to me. Go on sweetheart.” Posh reached out and touched Louise’s arm. Her friend looked up demurely as she continued her story.

“Well, eventually they let me cum, and boy did I cum.”

Posh felt her pussy began to moisten as she listened to Louise using this language to describe her experience.

“Then, the inevitable happened and they took me, together, both at the same time. One in my mouth and the other …”

“Yes, yes, where?” said Posh frantic for more information.

“In my, well, in my b … b… bottom.”

“Ooohhh,” groaned Posh, once more having to peel her thighs apart.

“And again, they timed it. This time how long it took them to come, and again every minute was another lash. So finally they filled me at either end and there was so much cum in my mouth I nearly choked.”

“So how many minutes added up in the end?”

“Oh I forget how long the total time was.”

Posh was spellbound. “So, did they whip you?”

“They staked me out on the warm sand and talked to me about how much it would hurt.”

Posh edged nearer to Louise.

“But it never happened. I just lay there naked and spread-eagled, face down in the sand - the whip never came. Eventually I loosened the stakes from the sand and pulled myself up but they had gone. I was breathless. Most of me was glad that they hadn’t carried out their threat, but a part of me wondered, you know, just what it would have been like to be whipped.”

Posh took Lou’s hand.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, “how did you feel afterwards?”

“Well shocked, of course, but do you know what?”

“What?” asked Posh with anticipation.

“I went back there the day after, just to see, well, to see if they would come back. But they didn’t.”

“So you wanted them to fuck you again?”

Louise nodded, more than a little embarrassed.

Posh was almost next to Louise now.

“Have you masturbated to the memory of it all since?” asked Posh provocatively as she reached out a hand towards her friend. Victoria brushed the underside of Louise’s breast, Her friend retracted a little. Posh took her hand away and, instead, looked longingly into Lou’s eyes.

"Sorry," Louise apologized.

"Don't be sorry." Victoria edged even nearer, “so have you?” Posh’s face moved ever nearer. 

Louise's nodded in response and her reply became a mumble as Victoria kissed her, gently. As soon as their lips met Victoria lifted her right hand up and behind Louise's head pulling her closer, meeting the lovely girl’s tongue with her own. 

When Louise tried to pull back, Victoria wrapped her left arm around Louise's waist.

"Victoria?" Louise's voice seemed a little more certain.

"Yes?" she whispered back. 

"Do you want to make love to me?"

"Yes," she replied, a cautious element in her tone.

Louise could almost feel Victoria's excitement and instantly the former Spice Girl’s mouth and hands were everywhere, as were Louise's own. Soon they were both trembling with desire.

Their passionate clinch made Posh moan, and she didn't hesitate to tug Louise further into her embrace, and taste the gorgeous girl's lips with her tongue. She slipped her hand under the hem of Louise's top and rubbed soft, shallow circles across her friend’s flat stomach. Each brush across the silky soft skin made Lou shudder and wiggle; her body now almost in Victoria's lap. 

Victoria kissed her gently and pulled away, milking the glow in Louise's eyes as she eased the top up over her breasts and hard nipples, pulling it free, and then Posh tossed the pink fabric into a pile on the floor.

Moving her mouth down the gorgeous expanse of her friend’s naked flesh Victoria licked the edge of Lou’s bra, where it edged her smooth skin, and unclasped it, letting it drop. She flushed as her own hot wetness seeped down her inner thighs. Louise looked hot, topless and blushing, her swollen red lips open with the flush of desire and her eyes desperate with want. Posh flicked a nipple with her thumb and groaned when Louise arched into her hands. The beautiful singer ground her body into Victoria, and when she felt the spark of Lou’s heated crotch aching against her leg she was inflamed with lust, and she easily flipped Louise onto her back. Sinking down onto her knees at the side of her friend’s lovely body Posh spread Lou’s legs slightly. 

“Please, Tori,” Louise protested, although she wasn’t quite sure why.

"Shh, Lou," Posh hushed her. "Let me do this, please? I want to."

Louise closed her eyes and nodded. She could feel Victoria's hands burning into her groin as Posh punched open each button on her tight denim jeans. Inch by gorgeous inch Lou’s shapely legs were revealed until Posh could reach up and slowly wind down her friend’s knickers. She peeled them down her stunning, tanned legs until they too fell to the carpet. Louise was dripping wet. 

Fingers slid along her soft, neatly trimmed slit and a light whimper came from the beautiful singer. She whispered a denial but could do nothing as Posh ran the tip of her finger up and down her pussy. She had never experienced a woman so close to her before and now, as she felt the heat of female arousal wash over her body, Louise ground her hips and moaned in shame.

Victoria pushed her mouth against Lou’s vagina, and draped her tongue along the sensitive, saturated pink folds. 

"Oohhh," Louise groaned, pushing up with her hips. It felt so good. Victoria's mouth was hot and slippery as it slid along its wicked way, and sucked on her small, erect clitoris. Lou tensed when Victoria flicked two fingers over her slit, easing the tips into the warm opening to complement the ecstatic touch of the tongue already embedded in place. 

"Victoria," she gasped. "Ooh, yes! Push it in, Victoria, pleeeeease, Tori. I want you inside of me, fucking me." 

The former Spice Girl whimpered and thrust her tongue further into Lou’s snatch, lapping faster when she heard her friend’s constant moans of pleasure. Louise began to buck against Posh’s hand, helping slide the fingers in and out of her pussy with each delicious writhe and wiggle. 

Then she came, and she came, and she begged Victoria not to stop. 

******

A couple of hours later as the lovers sat entwined in each others arms with the aftermath of mutual passion glowing from their very satisfied bodies, Posh poured the white wine.

“Shit Tori, it’s only lunch time and I’ve already had the most satisfying sex to come my way in years, and I’m now on the Vino. Is this why you asked me here?”

“It’s enough isn’t it,” Victoria teased.

“What was all that about designing a web site then?” continued Louise.

“Well,” said Posh, “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last couple of days. The truth is that at the moment I don’t know where I stand either professionally or socially. On the one hand I have shamed any serious career that I ever had into non-existence whether that’s singing, acting or modelling. No one will touch me now. Yet on the other hand the stuff on the web is hardcore but nothing exceptional and it certainly isn’t making me any money.”

“Go on,” said Louise, sounding interested.

“So, I thought that I should take advantage of the situation and get myself into the porn industry big time.”

“Well you’ve certainly got the body,” smiled Lou seductively.

“And I can promote such things as Posh in Bondage, with weekly stories, Posh’s hardcore picture of the week – the options are endless. It seemed to me that the first step on the road to this would be a web site, which is where you come in.”

Louise smiled. “Are you really sure?” she asked with an element of concern in her voice.

“Oh yes,” Victoria replied, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“Okay then let’s make a plan,” replied her friend enthusiastically.

“Oh thanks Lou,” gushed Posh as she leaned into the welcoming embrace of her friend, and now, lover. As their lips brushed Posh smiled inwardly, revitalised by the thoughts that her enemies wouldn’t know what had hit them and that the unsuspecting Louise would help her along the enjoyable road to revenge and retribution.

******

If you want to read more about Louise’s own experiences as referred to in this story don’t forget to read “A Day at the Beach”, also available in my stories on Literotica.

As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome.

Sfor.



Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 03



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapters 1 and 2, can be found in the “Dilemma” series.

******

"Slut?"

"Huh, what?"

"You called me ‘Slut’."

"I … if you don’t like it...”

"I love it," Victoria said breathlessly.

Shane smiled and his vision slipped slowly down her body and zoomed in on her panties. Much like her bra, Posh’s knickers were made of delicate, black lace. His cock could be contained no longer so, with a desperate urgency, he reached down and unzipped his fly.

Victoria staggered at the sight of his knob as it emerged. It was slender, but long and curved, and the head of it looked like a huge purple helmet. She wondered how it would feel plunging inside her. Posh stepped backwards to lean on the large oak table. She lifted herself up, and then, propped on her arms, thrust her groin forward.

"Take me, Shane. Please, take me."

Shane let his jeans fall and walked awkwardly towards her. Again he let his hands roam over her skin, her belly and her breasts, then her thighs. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her.

Fuck, he thought, is there anything that could feel more incredibly sensuous than a woman's flesh? Especially this woman’s perfect flesh.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of the brief, black panties and he drew them slowly down her legs.

"Shane, don't torture me any longer. Please ... please...”

He lifted his cock and let the head part her swollen lips, then he pushed himself against the soft pink folds of her pussy and shoved forward. Victoria made a strange lusty sound as he slipped the head of his long shaft into her. Then another slow, forceful push brought a sustained erotic groan from the magical creature that Victoria had become for him. He pushed his way deeper; lifting her legs until he could fill her no further.

He soon found a rhythm and his mind was riveted on one thing, the sensation of being inside her. Victoria arched her back and met his thrusts.

"Talk … talk to me," she said, groaning and sighing all at once.

"What? Talk?"

"Say things to me, Shane, I’ve been a naughty girl."

"But, but you're not … like that."

"Oh, Shane, make me a bad girl."

He looked down at her stomach, rippling both with each thrust and each subsequent withdrawal. An erotic pink flush spread across her chest as a manifestation of the state of her arousal. The sight of it made him crazy with lust. He heard himself saying the things she wanted to hear.

"So, you're a bad girl, Victoria?"

"Ohhhhhhh … yes!"

"A bad girl who takes her clothes off for men?"

She whimpered in reply.

He thrust more aggressively. "You dirty, nasty girl. Bad, wicked whore."

Victoria was losing control; her hands grasped the table then coursed through her dark hair. She was writhing as if she was in agony.

"Victoria, you're my bad girl, my naked girl. I'm inside you, Victoria. You know what I'm doing to you."

"Yes!"

"Say it, Victoria, say it you whore."

"You're … fucking me!"

Shane felt his balls preparing to explode; he knew that he couldn’t last. But Victoria was thrashing, twisting beneath him. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back, and, as she reached up, Posh dug her nails into his shoulders. She made small moaning noises and her eyes were glazed.

He tried to withdraw in order to maximise his thrust, but she held on fast to him. 

"Don't stop … don't stop … don't!" she begged.

Her back arched and she thrashed her head from side to side. "Oh, Fuccckkkk!"

Shane saw her eyes flutter as another spasm racked her body and he howled his all consuming climax; and then she went limp. 

Victoria laid, eyes closed, breathing raggedly. Shane lovingly pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

"Oh, darling," she sighed. "That was wonderful."

“It was for me too Tori …”

In a flash Victoria’s mood changed and she shoved Shane away, flinching as his semi erect length eased free of her dripping pussy, leaving a thick strand of white sperm behind connecting their bodies still despite his withdrawal.

“Did you get that?” she said curtly to the cameraman, glancing at the bulge in his trousers as she pushed briskly past him.

“Y … y… yes, Victoria, it was a good shoot,” he stammered still not believing that he had been headhunted by Posh Spice to film her starring in her own pornographic movies.

She turned back to her co-star. “Don’t you ever call me Tori, it’s Victoria to you, not Tori, okay?”

He just stared at her. Her dressing down of him caused the object of Victoria’s recent impalement to shrink considerably.

“Okay?” she repeated.

“Yes, Victoria,” he finally replied.

“Shit Lou, I need to get better actors, this lot are crap. Oh I get a good fucking most times but the frigging acting? What was it he just said to me – ‘But, but you're not … like that’, what a load of bollocks – make me like that, you tosser.” She vented her frustration on the red-faced actor as her statement drew to a close.

Louise Redknapp draped a gown around the shoulders of her friend as they walked over to the coffee bar.

In the 6 months since Posh had enrolled Louise into her enterprising activities she had begun to build up ‘Posh’s Porn Enterprises’ at a phenomenal rate. Her website, which was now being professionally handled, enjoyed hundred’s of thousands of hits a day and over a million regular subscribers. She had built up a studio for shooting the movies and still images together with a network of both male and female actors to co-star with her.

“Listen Lou, I can’t thank you enough for the support you’ve given to me. How is Jamie feeling about what I do these days?”

“Well Tori, so long as I remain in the background, he can live with it I guess. I really enjoy seeing you on the ‘up’ again so to speak.”

Both girls rolled their eyes at the pun and giggled.

“And let’s face it we’re both raking it in!”

“Listen Louise,” said Victoria quietly, “If you want to play around a little, like we did that first time you came up to my house, just go for it.” She stroked her friend’s arm frustrated that, despite being shagged stupid on a daily basis by soulless actors, and actresses, there had been no repeat of the love she had shared with Louise Redknapp since that first time.

Louise smiled saying neither yes or no.

“I’ve had enough for one day,” sighed an exhausted Posh as she signed the acceptance form for this month’s print of her newly published magazine ‘Spiced!’

“Yep,” agreed Louise. “Remember I’m not in again until Friday.” Today was Wednesday.

“Right,” recalled Victoria. “Listen Lou, just one thing before you go. Which of the bondage scenarios did you like for next week’s web site picture story?”

Lou pondered the question briefly.

“Go for ‘Roped Revenge’ you know the one where you play the part of a female gardener at a large estate and you get caught and tied up in the woods by the Lord of the House as revenge for spurning his advances. Yep, I think that’s the one, in fact …” continued Louise, leaning towards her friend and speaking quietly in a confidential tone, “I might just think about that while I’m having a shower tonight!”

Victoria stared Louise straight in the eyes. If she carried on talking like that Posh would fuck her again whether she wanted it or not.

“Right Lou, that is a good one, we’ll go with it.” Posh stood up and kissed her friend on both cheeks.

“See you on Friday sweetheart,” she said, waving Louise goodnight.

******

It had been a long hard day for Victoria Beckham. After being escorted all the way home from the Studio, it was a relief to wave goodbye to her entourage and settle down for the night. Opening the door of her apartment Posh reached in switched off the security alarm and switched on the lights. She slipped off her denim jacket and kicked off her shoes with a long sigh. She was so looking forward to her shower. 

Victoria felt the air conditioning blowing gently onto her long bare legs, making a ridge of goose pimples appear on her tanned skin until her thighs disappeared into the short loose skirt she had worn today. Posh moved into the shower room and turned the dial to warm.

The sound of the water splashing down began to ease the tension that was knotted in her shoulders. Posh breathed a long, tired sigh as she began to unwind. Moving back into her bedroom she unbuttoned her white blouse revealing ample cleavage edged by the lacy, white bra she wore. Instinctively she reached down and fingered her groin grimacing a little at how red and sore she constantly seemed to be these days.

Several relaxing minutes later Posh stepped out of the shower.

Looking directly into the large full-length bathroom mirror she stared down at the reflection of her breasts. They were round and firm, and they projected proudly, her nipples brown and prominent. Beneath them her body tapered to the slimmest of waists, before widening over her hips, giving her an almost perfect figure. 

Victoria's eyes drifted lower, taking in the rest of her gorgeous frame. Her stomach was flat and her neatly trimmed pubic hair dark, sufficiently shaved these days to clearly reveal the pink lips of her pussy, even when she stood with her knees and ankles touching. Her legs were a sun-drenched light brown and slender, giving way to the prettiest of dainty ankles.

All in all, Victoria made a lovely picture as she stood in the steamy shower room, eyeing her reflection. But there was something else about her that grabbed the attention, something indefinable about her demeanour, a certain element to the way she held her body these days that betrayed her real feelings and exactly what her intentions were for Posh’s Porn Enterprises.

She stood still, fascinated by her own mirror image. It was almost as if she were seeing herself for the first time. 

And, in a sense, she was. 

Towelling her body dry Victoria slipped on a pair of loose fitting jogging bottoms and a comfortable red T-shirt. She poured a glass of white wine and slumped into a large white leather armchair in the study. Being in these surroundings helped her to think and she needed to think tonight for the time to act was almost upon her.

******

The long hard week was behind them. Louise and Victoria were sipping coffee in a small discreet café. Posh was still a very recognisable figure on the street but now for very different reasons. Louise had stayed overnight at Victoria’s house at the request of her friend and business partner. However, there had been no fraternisation between the two of them at all much to Posh’s great disappointment. She had something do discuss, Tori had said. So here they were.

“I need something more Lou,” Victoria announced.

“Such as,” queried her friend sipping her hot coffee carefully.

“Something real hardcore and for certain members only. A separate section of the web site perhaps,”

“Mmmm,” said Louise curiously, “go on.”

“Some sort of interactive thing where members of the new site can email their desires and what they would like to see happen to me. What do you think Lou?”

“Yeah, I like it, ‘Posh’s Perils’ we could call it, bondage, S&M, kinky stuff and plenty of sex. Could be a real earner – maybe a membership fee and pay per view options?”

The pound signs almost lit up Louise’s eyes.

“So what do we do and how do we do it?” Lou said enthused now about the whole thing, well, as far as she understood it, that was.

“I want this to be big. Massive advertising in all the top shelf magazines, TV adverts with snippets of me in certain positions, if you know what I mean?”

Lou smiled.

“In fact I really want a whole new set up. We can leave the current website as it is, reduce the number of updates over time and move everyone up to the new level. We should have a new Studio together with a cast of actors who get paid a fortune just to work for me. That way we can do just what we want without fear of losing their loyalties.”

Posh adjusted her position and crossed her legs causing the short skirt that she wore to ride up revealing the shiny naked skin of her thighs. She smiled as she noticed Louise’s eye’s flicker momentarily to her bare flesh.

“What I had in mind to launch it is a game. Posh’s Perils you suggested?” she said reflectively, “Yeah, Posh’s Perils, I like that. So what I’ll do is buy a large wooded area, you know the sort that they hold paintball competitions in, and in it will be placed dozens of people, in teams, men and women, each group armed with different ways of catching a human. Then I will be placed, skimpily dressed and lost, into the woods. The event will run for a whole day for 24 hours once every week and we will hold interactive voting for members who can vote on what I have to do and on the tasks I have to complete in order to keep my clothes.”

Louise was becoming excited by the thought of where this was heading.

“And I won’t know anything about who is in the woods, where they are located or what tasks I am being set, until I am set them of course. I will just have one cameraman with me at all times to record me as I ‘struggle’ to make it through the day without being caught, and we can beam it all back, live, to the web site.”

“But why do this Victoria, why?”

“Because Louise my darling, it makes me so hot just thinking about the excitement it will create – and the cash it will generate of course.”

“So it’ll be like reality web cams?”

“That’s it Lou, you’ve got it.”

“Just one small point Tori, you’re rich, I know that, but you will need a load of cash to launch this, absolutely loads. Where…?”

“Got all that in hand babe,” replied Posh in a very self-satisfied tone.

Louise could tell that she had.

******

Victoria was strikingly beautiful and today she exemplified her looks. Long dark hair cascading over her shoulders that glittered and shone under the many spotlights illuminating the stage. The presentation had to be faultless, to match the perfectly tailored suit and the elegant heels that she wore to perfection. 

Had any of the men present been able to see behind her, they would have remarked on Victoria’s stunning shape, as she stood erect on the stage. Had they been able to see beneath the suit, they would have found classy underwear holding her well-formed, full breasts and covering her gorgeously curved bottom. Her smart pin striped jacket was buttoned strategically, enough to reveal Victoria’s ample cleavage but not her bra which, along with her matching knickers, was all that she wore under the expensive garment.

The refined accent was a perfect complement to her stunning appearance, an accent Posh had perfected for the occasion.

The conference hall was perfect too, in every way. Behind her a huge screen flashed yellow fireballs across a night sky as the audience waited for the presentation to begin.

The heating level was just right and the perfume that she had arranged to be carefully filtered into the air conditioning was so subtle as to be hardly noticed, but it was having its heady effect. The audience, some 25 expensively dressed businessmen, all in suits with crisp white shirts and perfectly knotted ties, sat in total silence, waiting for the presentation from their glamorous host, with bated breath.

Victoria made as equally a daunting businesswoman as she did a Porn Star; of that there was no doubt. She was the only woman in a room full of men; she held their attention through her presence and her looks.

Posh smiled at them, a smile as dazzling as the spotlights trained on her and a smile that made each one feel as if she was smiling just for them. Inside she was fired up with sexual energy, none of which she allowed to reach her calm professional face. Then the lights dimmed and she spoke.

“Welcome to the presentation of my enterprise’s latest venture. Your patience, and your investment, is about to be rewarded.” 

With that she flicked the remote and the screen flashed into life. Posh’s Perils was the heading and image after erotic image of Posh in all sorts of compromising positions hit the screen. After a full 10 minutes of this all of the men present sat open mouthed and bathed in sweat. Each one wanting their host so desperately that it hurt. She had them.

“So, you all seem to like what you see, how do you think the rest of the male population will react?” she questioned.

“And some female,” came a shout from the floor responded to with raucous, lusty laughter.

“Well let’s see shall we,” and Posh flicked another screen up showing that the pre launch web site had already had 4 million hits in just a few days and that 250,000 subscribers had already paid their first subscription installment of £35.

This excited the audience almost as much as the images of a naked Victoria Beckham.

“Four million hits, and eight and three quarter million pounds already in the bank. Each of you will now take 1 percent of all revenues for the next 3 years in return for your investment. Gentlemen, Posh’s Perils will change adult entertainment for ever.”


As the last words tripped off Victoria’s tongue she pulled the business suit in two strategic places and ripped it off to reveal a skimpy white matching lacey bra and panties. She stood almost naked before her audience.

Instantaneous applause echoed throughout the hall, each man getting to his feet to provide the very beautiful young woman with a deserved ovation, as she struggled to make herself heard.

“You will get your money’s worth, gentlemen, be sure of that!”

Posh held her arms up in acknowledgement of the acclaim, all the while thinking how near her revenge was. She could touch it; smell it, and that thought made her even hornier.

The array of businessmen in the room looked on in confusion as a line of security guards lined up in front of the stage, which was being automatically raised before their very eyes.

One man dressed in a dinner suit came onto the stage and spoke to the audience.

“Here’s your chance to sample the delights of Posh’s Perils. What shall I do with Victoria?”

Posh was by now feigning terror.

“Shall I ask her to lay on this table,” which had somehow appeared on the stage, “or shall I take her by the hair and drag her to this frame?” which had also now appeared on the stage.

“The frame, by the hair, drag her …” came the cries from the floor as the men realized they held Posh’s fate in their hands.

“Oh no please,” begged an overly demure Victoria as her hair was grasped and she was apparently dragged to the frame. There, yelling for mercy Posh’s ankles were secured.

The dinner suited man continued. “Now, you see, you have her fate at the mercy of your whims. Shall we have her strip or shall we leave her dressed like this. The choice … is yours.”

The audience could not believe it. Each one would have doubled their investment at this moment should they be asked, and, rest assured, Posh had already planned that they would be.

“Strip … naked … Strip her …”

Victoria shook her head frantically in mock horror.

“Take your bra off,” came the short, curt command. 

Posh smiled to herself. The men stood patiently waiting; the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Victoria reached around to her back; one of her long fingernails flicked the frail hook of metal free from its clasp and the straps loosened across her shoulders. She couldn't resist looking sideways at the announcer as she allowed the lacy material to slacken from its cover around her breasts. 

She tossed the bra onto the stage, furtively glancing as she did so to the man's crotch. To her delight there was the telltale bulge pushing against the stretched fabric of his black dress trousers. 




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 03



The audience's combined gaze seemed now to linger on her breasts. Slowly, thoughtfully she licked her lips in lustful anticipation. 

"Now your knickers." 

Victoria hesitated for only a second before she ripped away the Velcro holding her panties in place and dropped them down onto the stage floor to join her bra. She had been rehearsing this moment for weeks and had fantasised about the pleasure she would extract from being this event's submissive model, teasing and provoking the audience until they were gagging for it.

Now she was naked.

“So, now you see her. Victoria Beckham, tied and ready to service your whims. You will also see a bowl being passed around. Into that bowl you should place a business card. The name on the card that is picked out by Victoria will be the one who gets to fuck her here and now.”

The level of excited chatter reached a new height upon this news being announced and the bowl was filled in seconds. Posh stood nude dressed in only her high-heeled shoes, her legs bound, poised to select the lucky winner. She dipped her hand into the bowl and the room went silent.

“Steven Grogan,” she yelled.

“Fuck me, yes!” came the response, presumably from Mr. Grogan.

Posh was on the brink of coming, her pussy already running with juice. The man approached and took off his clothes as he got nearer to the stage. Victoria saw that he was around forty and, thank goodness, quite fit and handsome.

He jumped up onto the stage fingering his already massive erection; it was throbbing and ready.

“Shall we let him fuck her as she is, or shall we tie her arms?”

“Tie her … strap her up … who the fuck cares just get on with it …”

“Okay then tie her up,” and with that Victoria struggled for effect as her wrists were secured.

“Anything else Steven,” the announcer said.

"No, I'll take her as she is. Hold her still." 

As the man with his long prick approached, the announcer moved round behind Victoria so that he could steady her hips and hold wide open her labia, separating the hot flesh ready for penetration. His diligent fingers opened her up and he watched with a smile as the shaft impaled Ms Beckham.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Steeeeven,” she purred.

The remaining audience cheered loudly.

Steven went in deep. Victoria lurched as if struck by lightning. His cock slammed in for a long moment and then withdrew to thrust its way back time after time. After dozens of plunges Steven was sliding smoothly in and out, his hands hooked round Posh's waist, as he sank in up to the hilt, his belly slapping against her tanned, toned stomach. 

Victoria was on the edge of her orgasm. Steven was now holding her breasts, squeezing and pinching providing momentum to fuck her faster and harder. 

The audience was spell bound. Victoria could never have hoped for a ride this good.

“Oh fuck me you bastard,” she groaned. Momentarily lost in her passion Victoria moved her head and sought Steven’s mouth with her own. She kissed him deeply providing him with a memory that he wouldn’t forget.

Her fists were white with her grip as she clenched her secured hands into a fist. Peeling his tongue from hers Steven watched the former Spice Girl’s damp sweat soaked hair bobbing with evident pleasure and faked pain. 

Suddenly a piercing yell filled the room as Posh’s orgasm shattered the scene being played out. Steven let her writhe and cum freely before his own seed exploded.

Posh felt him withdraw at the crucial moment and send hot wads of spunk up to and beyond her breasts. Victoria slowly came back to earth and hung, exhausted, dripping in cum, against the frame. 

Wiping his cock on her thigh, Steven was speechless at what he had just been allowed to do.

He moved away from his beautiful host while she was unfastened.

As Victoria slowly peeled her sweating body off the frame, she rubbed her aching wrists back to life and watched her erstwhile lover descend from the stage.

He looked back and despite her exhaustion she smiled at Steven and then at the announcer. It was a smile of success mingled with a strange leer of sexual lust. For Victoria, it was one thing to be naked, but to be naked and fucked as the prize in her very own lottery was something totally different. It had given her a feeling of exaltation like never before. 

"Thank you, Steven," she said into the microphone as a robe was slipped over her naked body, "that was...just what I needed... To cum like that beats singing, any day." 

Everyone roared with laughter.

“So, that’s it for today. I notice many of you have in fact increased your investments during the course of the last half an hour which is fantastic news, and so all that remains to be said is have a safe journey home and look out in one month’s time for the global launch of Posh’s Perils.”

Posh milked the applause for a few moments and then left the stage glorying in her success.

******

“Did you have to go that far?” Louise berated her friend and business partner.

“Lou, for fuck’s sake, they doubled their investments, we’ve got forty million pounds to play with now, which is a good job because, as you know,” she emphasised, “We’ve just about spent it all on the game field design, the actors and the fucking interactive web site.”

“I, know,” said Louise quietly.

“So don’t give me any of this self righteous bollocks about ‘not going that far’”, she mimicked Louise for the last piece of her statement.

They sat in the hotel suite that Posh had hired for a couple days at the conference centre.

“It was one of the most successful presentations in the history of business,” she carried on full of own triumph now, “so just calm down Lou.”

A tense silence fell on the room.

Louise stood up and walked her perfect body over towards the landscape window. Victoria glanced up and watched her friend glide smoothly over the carpet, her lovely rounded bottom, covered by the tight fabric of the singer’s short black skirt, teasing Posh to distraction.

Victoria squeezed her naked thighs together. Following her ‘performance’ she had put on a pair of brief red knickers and draped a short white toweling gown around her shoulders. Posh’s relative state of undress was making her feel horny once more.

“I hate seeing you with, with …”

Posh looked up intrigued, “Yeah, go on,”

“With other people, when I can’t have you.”

“Oh but Lou, my darling Lou, you can, you really can have me, whenever you like.”

“I know, Tori, but what I mean is that I can’t have you because of Jamie. It would be unfaithful of me and, you know, especially with a girl.”

“Oh,” said Victoria feeling a little deflated after the high, powerful emotions she had experienced following the afternoon’s presentation.

“Oh Lou,” Posh said standing up, “come here.” Victoria held out her open arms to her friend.

"Y-yeah," Louise said, approaching as requested and then leaning in so that their faces were just a few short inches apart. The beautiful singer could hardly believe she was doing this, but she didn't want to run away – she wanted her friend so much. 

"Don't be nervous," Victoria said. She leaned in and kissed Louise. The singer’s lips opened and Tori’s tongue sneaked out slowly. Lou pulled back. 

"You're in safe hands,” Posh assured her. 

"Mmm hmm," Louise mumbled, nodding as she returned Victoria’s kiss. It had been ages since she had been with Jamie, well she couldn’t really go near him now after her last experience, all that time ago, with Tori.

Victoria felt her friend relax into the embrace, and so let her hands move down Louise's body until they rested against the hem of her skirt. 

"Let’s get rid of this," she said quickly before kissing her again, and Posh’s hands pushed down the skirt until it fell into a heap on the carpet. 

Louise shivered and looked around nervously; appreciative of the privacy the suite afforded them. 

"W-wait," she said, as she moved to slip off Tori's gown, smiling when she saw her friend’s naked breasts. 

"Oh my love," Louise said, sighing as she moved to stroke Victoria's erect nipples, twisting them gently. 

"Yes Lou, please touch me," Victoria said breathlessly, as her own hands snaked into Louise's panties and touched the moisture beneath, "feels like you've been waiting too long for me. Did I do that to you?" Victoria whispered, "and I haven't even done anything yet."

"Then do something, for fuck’s sake do something," Louise panted, arching her pelvis into Victoria's hand. 

"Ohhh darling," Victoria said, grinning as she slid her finger up and down Louise's lips, "How does that feel babe." 

"Don’t stop, just don't stop," Louise said, biting her lip as Victoria slid a finger inside the warm opening. 

Louise’s knees buckled and she groaned long, loud and lasciviously.

"I knew you wanted me really," Victoria said, smiling as she started to lower herself down to her knees. "I knew that once you felt me inside you again, you'd want it as much as me."

“Oh, yesss,” the singer hissed.

Victoria slid another finger inside Louise and whimpered as she heard the girl groan. She was being noisy, and Victoria loved that. 

"I remember that you taste like honey," Victoria said, drawing her lover yet closer, smiling when she felt Louise's hands weave through her hair.

"Why don't you find out?" she heard Louise pant breathlessly.

"I will," Victoria said, her fingers continuing to move in and out, "I certainly will." She slid her fingers out and heard Louise’s immediate objections. 

Laughing, Victoria pulled Louise's white cotton panties down, letting them fall on top of her skirt on the ground. 

"Just giving myself more room," Victoria said, adjusting her position until her mouth was on top of Louise's pussy and her tongue slipped inside.

She felt Louise's body twist, and Victoria grabbed on to her hips to keep her steady. She had been wrong; Louise didn't taste like honey, she tasted like something far more intoxicating.

“Mmmmmmm!” 

Posh moved her lips to Louise's clitoris, and sucked on it gently as her hands caressed the soft flesh of her lover's bottom.

"Lou," she murmured, unwilling to move her lips from Louise. 

“Mmm,” replied her friend dreamily.

"You're amazing,” groaned Posh.

Louise fell backwards, her hands gripping onto the edges of the wood shelf behind her and she felt it press into the middle of her back. 

"W-wait," she said, her fingers moving to the sides of Victoria's face as she raised it to look at her. "I want to taste you."

Victoria didn't want to move from between Louise's legs, but she could feel her own hot lips dripping with lust. "You sure?" she asked, her eyes bright and searching as they connected with Louise's. Tori saw the answer there.

Her lover nodded and so Posh slipped her fingers out reluctantly from between Lou’s thighs. Victoria got up, sat back on the bed and slowly spread her legs wide. 

Louise smiled as she drew herself in closer, letting her hand drift from Victoria's foot all the way up to her thighs, with her fingers dancing closer to Tori’s pussy lips until they were tracing the edges but not yet moving inside. 

Victoria squirmed beneath Louise's touch, waiting for the girl to finally make her move. After another minute of tantalising touches, Victoria was growing frustrated, which was exactly what Louise had intended. 

"Fuck, don't tease me," she said, biting her lip as she looked down at Louise. 

Louise's eyes danced wildly as she watched the desperate look on Victoria's face intensify, and she moved her head between Victoria's legs and let her tongue push its way inside. 

"Oh fuck, yessssss, Louuuuu!" Victoria fell back on the bed and arched her back, thrusting out her groin to meet her lover’s insistent touch.

Louise moved her mouth to Victoria's clitoris, her tongue circled it for a moment before she drew it into her mouth gently as she moved her fingers to rub between Tori's pink, soft folds.

She could feel Posh's hips moving around, making small erotic circles on the bed and Louise moved her head up fixing her mouth on Posh’s nipples. She sucked on them softly whilst increasing the speed of her thrusts, letting another finger move inside and frig in time with the others.

"Louise," Victoria cried out sensing her impending climax, she had never cum this quickly. Posh threw her head back, gripping onto the bed sheets as a much needed orgasm flooded over her. 

Slowly the pleasure subsided. Posh looked down grinning as she felt Louise breathing heavily against her shoulder. 

“Did you cum too darling?” she asked.

Louise looked up, and by the glowing look on her lover’s face Victoria had her answer.

“I love you,” Posh purred. Lou just smiled a very satisfied smile.

******

“Carl, Carl have you subscribed to this yet?” 

“What’s up Stu,” said Carl to his friend.

Carl and Stu had been the ringleaders of the original blackmail scam with Posh, and, in fact, Carl had gone on to have a long and passionate affair with the former Spice Girl before she had pissed him off intensely by unceremoniously dumping him. Both young men were big fans of Posh’s Porn Enterprises as it brought back to life for them their own experiences. Now Stu was making sure that they were registered for the new Posh’s Perils site.

“I can’t wait to see what stuff this whore delivers now,” drooled Stu as his imagination ran riot.

“Yeah, well rest easy pal, ‘cos I’ve already signed us up.”

******

In a bar in New York Posh’s former Security man Nathan slurped his seventh beer greedily. He didn’t work anymore, he had no need to since his large six figure pay off from the world’s new Porn Star. Posh Spice had paid him handsomely to set up Emma Bunton, Baby Spice, and he would be more than comfortable for the rest of his life now.

He smiled as he thought of the times when he had fucked both of them, Baby and Posh, and how much he now looked forward to Posh’s Perils. One more week to the launch date and he would be there. It was a fantastic experience surfing her web site day after day knowing that he had tasted her juices first hand, and now she was going to let him, and thousands of others of course, have a say in what happened to her. It would be like having a walking, talking Victoria Beckham doll of his very own. 

“This chick is something else,” he muttered to himself.

“Huh,” said the bartender, “more beer you say?”

Nathan held his empty glass up in acknowledgement.

******

"Fuck me hard," she gasped softly. "Oh Jeb fuck me ... like a whore...”

The large, unkempt man put one hand flat on the girl’s thigh to hold her in place across his lap and began to move his hips faster, flicking his long hair back and groaning. Lucy whimpered in delight, her hips lurching and writhing in response.  

"Faster!" She gasped. "Take me harder! Harder! OHHH uhh, yeah ... c'mon Jeb... do it, Jeb ... do it to me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Fill my cunt you bastard"

Pulling her down onto him the greasy biker began to fuck his girl even faster. His hips rocked swiftly back and forth and his cock plunged deeper into her with every thrust, making her jerk under him. With every plunge he thought about Victoria Beckham. 

The bitch had now made his web site fucking obsolete with her money and her Porn Empire and he hated her for it. Lucy’s breasts bounced and jiggled in front of his face.  

She gripped his arms as she straddled him whilst he sat on the chair in front of his desk. It was a quick fuck, and she knew it, as her head whipped from side to side groaning in ecstasy. 

Angling his neck, he sucked sharply on her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure and Lucy bounced up and down taking him even deeper into her warmth. He flung his head back, eyes closed and gasped. His powerful shoulders and biceps knotted with tension. She moaned lewdly caressing his belly and chest and nipples, clenching his arms, whining with passion. 

"Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh ... that's it ... take it ... take it, whore ... take my cock! Fuck yes! Oh yes!" He called. "Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck!"

Now he was moving furiously, his buttocks rocketing up and down, his cock plunging, ramming and reaming into her cunt. 

“Did you enjoy fucking that whore,” he spat mid thrust, referring clearly to Victoria Beckham and the time that Lucy had spent with Posh after the bikers had gang raped the former Spice Girl. He moved his hips and she gasped as his penis entered her from all angles. 

“Yes, oh yessssss,” she cried out, jerking and rocking ecstatically. 

“Well I’m screwing you now you bitch,” Jeb fucked her furiously and she groaned as his words rang in her ears. He was enjoying her! She was good to fuck!  

Lucy came. Her pussy convulsed frantically on his cock and she cried out, arching in delight across him. He continued fucking her, forcing her clenching thighs apart to heighten her orgasm, thrusting into her repeatedly and rapidly, his cock rasping and grating and grinding into her cunt. 

He gasped at the sudden squeezing of her pussy lips on his cock and struggled for control.

“Oh you bitch,” he yelled, his passion sounding like anger, as he thrust hard into her for a final time and his buttocks rose off the chair. He filled Lucy full of his sperm.

This slut was unbelievably good. Their orgasms waned and he slowed down. She whimpered, dazed and confused. He smiled at the girl and pushed her roughly off his lap and onto the floor.

“Ouch,” she complained, but she knew better than to push it with Jeb.

“Well, my little bitch, we will soon be able to enjoy manipulating Victoria fucking Beckham once again.”

He grabbed Lucy’s hair and pulled her to her knees to face the computer screen and read the email that had just arrived acknowledging his membership of Posh’s Perils.

******

Victoria smiled to herself. Her days of blissful domesticity seemed a long time ago now. Through the business, her own very successful business, her life was generally very satisfying. She had the best of both worlds sexually. She had plenty of male organs to satisfy her when she felt the need, with the illicit love of her gorgeous married girlfriend, Louise Redknapp, to keep her fulfilled.

Tapping a security code into one of the drawers of her desk Victoria opened it and retrieved a black folder. Reaching inside she pulled out a piece of paper, and, picking up a nearby pen Posh placed a large tick against the name of Jeb. Every one of her marked enemies had now joined up to the growing army of Posh’s Peril subscribers, and she smiled satisfyingly.

Putting away the file Victoria took a remote control from another desk drawer and, as she flicked a switch, a large visual display screen on the wall opposite sprung into life. 

After keying in her access code, which only she knew, Victoria then settled back to watch the screen as the images began to roll.

After watching the introduction launching the new interactive, real life reality web cam game known as Posh’s Perils, Victoria smiled as more pictures came slowly into view through the mist on the screen.

In the centre of the small clearing within what was clearly a thick wood, there was a solid wooden pole to which an almost naked girl was tied .The girl was Victoria herself. She was dirty and the few scraps of clothing she still wore were ripped. She sat with her legs astride the phallic-like pole, her groin pushed up close to the wood, jerking her arms ineffectually against the ropes that bound her wrists to her waist. 

Obviously panicking at what was about to befall her Posh appeared to struggle frantically, trying to pull her legs free but there were ropes around her ankles and thighs that held her legs firmly against the sides of the protruding wood. Watching over her was a man and two gorgeous girls. The man was dressed in combat gear and the girls in black leather cat suits with high heeled, black boots.




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 03



This was to be Posh’s Perils. She really had put herself in the required situations for the trailer, and there were absolutely no body doubles being used. The trailer then cut in to show Posh on the move, in the woods, receiving tasks and removing her clothes. It was the most exciting thing she had seen in years and she was delighted with the results of this clip and the accompanying advertising campaigns.

Victoria adjusted her position in the chair so that she could smooth her cupped palm over her ever-dampening pussy.

Using the remote control she paused the image on the screen and stared at it, even now still wondering what sort of girl she had turned into, one who could enjoy being treated in such a fashion. 

Posh had a pretty extreme penchant for being roughly handled and sexually exposed but actually she had simply manipulated her need for revenge, making sure she enjoyed the means, as well as the end, to the full. 

Still, the truth was that she had always fantasised of doing something like this and she had merely taken her fantasies, turned them into reality and pursued them further than she ever imagined possible.

Keying in a few more numbers Victoria displayed another set of images. Smiling contentedly, she sat back into the welcoming feel of the large leather chair and dreamt of Posh’s Perils and the vengeance that would soon be hers.

******

As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome. Sfor.



Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 04



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapters 1, 2 and 3, can be found in the “Dilemma” series.

******

As she surveyed the clothes laid out in front of her, Posh realised that they were even more provocative than she had originally thought. Sighing wearily she pushed her legs into the holes of the brief tight pair of denim cut off shorts, quickly pulling them up to cover the white g-string panties that she wore underneath. The shorts clung to Tori’s thighs like a second skin, accentuating her muscles as she bent down to retrieve her top. 

Victoria slipped her arms into the denim waistcoat. By pulling the open sides towards one another she immediately squeezed her breasts into a delicious cleavage held firm by the scanty white bra she had chosen to wear. The waistcoat must have been at least two comfortable sizes too small but she was committed to the garments now. As Tori tied up the lace strings on the front of the waistcoat the enormity of what she was about to do dawned upon her. Posh began to tremble slightly at the thought of what might lay ahead, before she checked herself and re established a steady grip on her emotions once more. 

Smiling to herself Tori put on a pair of brand new white training shoes and she was ready.

She looked stunning. The effect was just as she had imagined. This was going to be some 24 hours!

Posh heard a shout from behind and so she turned and moved out towards the helicopter that would drop her deep inside the game forest. The engine began to roar with life as the blades clicked into their natural momentum. Slowly at first but then quickly increasing their rotation speed the blades caused a strong wind to almost blow Victoria off her feet. Forced into a run just in order to stand upright, Posh moved under the strong wind force and into the chopper.

“Ready?” asked the pilot.

Posh smiled at the cameraman, whom she had hand picked to accompany her, and nodded.

“Let’s go!”

******

The wind relentlessly threw the rain hard against the large double glazed window. Scarcely visible through the downpour, the sky was bursting with line after line of thick storm clouds that closed menacingly over the large house. 

Louise stood and stared out into the cold, dark night. It was 11:30pm and she knew that her friend and lover would be on her way into the game forest for the inaugural web cam broadcast of Posh’s Perils. The take up had been phenomenal. Over 5 million subscribers had signed up all wanting their own little piece of Victoria Beckham. This thought created a myriad of emotions inside the mind of Louise Redknapp. On the one hand she felt excited at the thoughts of what her lover was about to experience but on the other she really wasn’t sure how far the game would go and how Tori would feel afterwards. She watched the web cam’s introduction but couldn’t watch the actual game. For now, that was.

Lou moved to a small open segment of the large window and gazed out as the wind caught her face and flicked several locks of hair across her eyes. The cold air had begun to eat into her body but it was more the thought of what lay ahead for her girlfriend that made Louise shiver. 

Closing the open window she turned and headed back into the room. Inside the house the temperature was controlled and it was pleasantly warm which was a comfort for her as she discarded her jeans and tossed them over the chair where her T-shirt already lay. 

“Come here Lou,” Jamie uttered. Her husband still found Louise excitingly attractive but he had to admit that she seemed a little distant these days, especially during their now very infrequent lovemaking sessions.

Jamie welcomed her down onto his lap but even as his hand cupped the inviting curve of his wife’s breast Louise’s mind was already picturing perilous images of her gorgeous girlfriend.

******

The surrounding foliage was temporarily flattened by the power from the force of air given off when the chopper landed. The pilot did not even look back at Posh so keen was he to see her disembark so that he could return to his own screen and play Posh’s Perils.

Victoria smiled at the cameraman as they jumped down into what was essentially a dark, dark night although careful atmospheric lighting illuminated the game forest during the dark hours. The rain clouds that covered other parts of England, including where her lover Louise was, would not worry Posh as the game forest was covered by a huge glass dome which enable the atmosphere and temperature inside to be controlled automatically. This allowed the foliage, wildlife and undergrowth inside to grow and develop as normal and gave the controllers the opportunity to manipulate Victoria inside the dome by altering the heat levels from time to time. It also allowed the lighting and camera riggings to be set-up without fear of them being destroyed by adverse weather conditions.

She turned and watched the helicopter fly away again. Suddenly a series of beeps from the hand held computer she carried grabbed her attention.

“TASK 1: Good evening Victoria,” started the message from the control room, as Posh stared at the text displayed on her small screen, “our first task voting has provided a choice for you as follows – EITHER YOU UNDO ALL OF THE LACES AT THE FRONT OF YOUR WAISTCOAT OR YOUR CAMERAMAN LETS OFF A FLARE TO SIGNAL YOUR WHEREABOUTS.” 

“Shit, I’ve only just got here” she looked back at her colleague who was just being passed the same message via his camera screen. His hand moved to the flare. Posh pondered briefly then her hand moved to her computer.

“LACES” she keyed in simply. 

Sighing Victoria replaced the computer in its wallet and started to undo the laces holding her waistcoat in place. The cameraman moved around her making sure her movements were captured in the most erotic way for the web cam as the fleshy cavern of her cleavage came enticingly into view.

******

“Stu, look she’s started,” Stu ran to the screen.

“Fantastic,” he replied to Carl what shall we select now?” he questioned his friend as the next task, as yet unbeknown to Posh, appeared in the web cam window.

“TASK 2: VOTE NOW. Shall we have Posh move East and cross the wide stream or move North through the clearing and remove her trainers? YOU DECIDE SHE GETS NO CHOICE”

“Fuck it Carl, let’s get as much of her gear off as we can. I want to see her naked!” Carl leaned lazily forward towards the keyboard and selected the button in favour of Posh moving North with bare feet and then sank back into his chair.

******

Victoria stepped into the ditch from the grassy bank running the length of the horizon as far as she could see it. Fuck, she’d done a good job with this forest; she really did feel isolated and lost. Victoria lifted her perspiration-covered hand and raked it through her hair – pushing the thick strands away from her forehead; the current temperature was cool but she was still working up a sweat. A rustle up ahead caused Posh’s gaze to shift and focus on the sound. Instinctively she crouched down.



It was a whole half hour since Posh had received any instructions during which time she had been making her way, minus her footwear, carefully through the thick wooded undergrowth.

She hadn’t seen the cameraman throughout all of that time but no doubt he was hidden somewhere making sure not a second of her adventure was missed.

The hunted girl was doing her best to maintain a discreet silence when the hand held computer device beeped into life once more.

“Bollocks, sshh,” she uttered to the screen as it began to fill with instructions.

“TASK 3: - Hello again Victoria,” it started, “We have conducted another vote and here is your task – YOU HAVE A MINUTE TO HEAD EAST AND FIND THE STREAM.”

“Or else what?” she whispered to herself. The screen displayed a stopwatch and the 60 seconds began to count down.

“56”

“55”

“54”

“Shit which way is East?” she floundered.

“43”

“42”

Victoria turned back on herself but was hopelessly lost.

“27”

“26”

“Fuck, where is it?”

“5”

“4”

“3”

“Sorry, Victoria,” came the typed text once more, “you have failed to locate the stream – YOUR PENANCE IS THAT YOU WILL REMOVE YOUR SHORTS.”

Posh shook her head. 

“Fuck, at this rate I’m going to be stripped naked in no time,” she muttered to herself.

Tori moved her hands to the button at the top of her shorts and punched it loose.

******

Nathan stroked his cock as he watched Posh remove her shorts and reveal the lacy white panties underneath. The cameraman expertly moved the shot around so that he could see the gorgeous g-string as it disappeared into her bottom cheeks.

“Oh yes, you slut, get it all off.” Nathan loved this game and couldn’t wait for her to get caught.

******

Posh was completely disoriented now. She had focussed on finding the stream at the cost of losing her bearings. Suddenly there was another rustle of undergrowth. It could be a small animal but then again it could be danger!

She panicked and ran. It was a stupid thing to do as the sound following her became louder and nearer, and so the more she panicked. Victoria ran hard and fast into the thick undergrowth whereupon her visibility became greatly reduced under the night sky.


The sound was close now and she could hear heavy breathing, but in the near total darkness Victoria could see nothing. Her pursuer, on the other hand, she knew, would know exactly where she was, as he appeared to be right alongside her every move.

She stopped and turned slowly. As she faced the approaching sound Posh crouched down ready for the expected onslaught. 

“Okay,” she whimpered, fearful and overcome with apprehension, “Come and get me.” 

Her only answer was an ear-splitting crack, as a long, leather lash flashed out from the undergrowth and coiled itself around her right ankle. The sudden jerk overbalanced her so that she fell backwards onto the unforgiving hard earth floor. Posh felt momentarily dizzy. It was all the opportunity her prospective captor needed and, by the time her head had even halfway cleared, he was standing menacingly in front of her.

******

Jeb, Posh’s greasy, biker adversary, reached out for Lucy's hand, pulling her toward him. The girl, who had shared passionate moments herself with Victoria, but was now devoted to keeping Jeb happy, stepped forward willingly, turning her face up to his as he closed his lips over hers. She felt his tongue force its way relentlessly forward and Lucy opened her mouth to accept it, licking with her own darting, pink tongue as she pressed her naked body against him, rubbing her crotch against his strong thigh. 


They kissed for a lustfully long time, and then he broke away. 

"Suck me," he ordered his voice full of brutish authority. 

Lucy was used to obeying, and, standing before Jeb naked, she did not hesitate. At once she dropped to her knees and reached eagerly for his zip tugging it down until his jeans fell open. 

His cock was long and fat and it hung down from his groin, still slack. Lucy took it in her fingers. It felt warm and soft, and she squeezed the hot length of flesh gently, cupping his heavy balls with her other hand. 

Raising her head, she took him into her mouth and began to suck. His manhood tasted good, and the smell of him sent a thrill through her as she contemplated what was about to happen. 

Almost at once she felt his cock begin to swell, filling her open mouth. She stroked his balls, happy to be kneeling submissively before her Biker and serving the whims of his desire. He took hold of Lucy’s head and pressed it to his groin, and she responded at once, sucking harder on his prick, taking it further inside her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip as it stiffened to its full size. 

Once he was hard she began in earnest, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked hungrily, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her saliva dribbling down its thick shaft. In response he gave a low moan and pressed her harder against him. Lucy glanced up momentarily. His eyes were closed and head thrown back, his expression intense. The sight of his obvious arousal spurred her on, and she felt a wetness begin to seep through her as she pleasured him. 

Suddenly he withdrew from her mouth, his weapon wet, glistening and erect. She looked up questioningly. 

"Over the fucking chair now you bitch. Face down." 

Lucy sprang eagerly to her feet and scurried across to where the wooden kitchen chair stood. She approached the seat and lowered her body forward over it. The wood felt cold and her nipples tingled as her stomach brushed against its surface. 

She steadied herself, her lovely rounded backside thrust backwards and upwards, ready for a good fucking. There had been no hesitation whatsoever in her actions, and there was no doubting her desire. She wanted desperately to feel him inside her, and would obey his every command. 

With a gasp she felt his hands slide up her inner thighs towards the very centre of her warm wetness. 

His fingers prised apart the cheeks of her bottom, laying her open and Lucy groaned as she felt his fingers trace the crevice of her arse, stroking the tight rose hole before working lower to the hot pink slit that now gaped so invitingly. 

He slid two fingers inside her, making Lucy’s body quiver as the pleasure overwhelmed her. He began to frig her, his fingers making a squelching sound as they moved in and out of her slit. Lucy remained where she was, her flat stomach pressed against the thin ridge along the top of the chair, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from crying aloud with pure lust. 

At last she could bear it no more. 

"Fuck me Jeb," she cried. 

He smiled. "Ask me nicely you cunt." 

"P-please fuck me Jeb." 

"Again." 

"Oh! Oh please fuck me. Please put your cock into me Jeb. Fuck me!" 

The last word was almost lost in a strangled cry as she suddenly felt the thick shaft of his knob pressing against her slit. She pushed her backside at him eagerly, and with a cry felt him slide his cock into her, deeper and deeper until it filled her completely. 

Then he was fucking her. Driving his thick weapon hard into her; his stomach slapping against her backside as he took his pleasure ruthlessly. Lucy was beside herself with passion. He was giving her precisely what she craved and simply taking what he believed was his, ramming his cock into her with an almost animal urgency. This was the way she preferred it, to be utterly his and subjected to his every whim. 

The force of his thrusts became harder, pounding her body, and she began to fear that the chair might fall over. Lucy clung to the sides as tightly as she was able, her breath coming in loud grunts as she was hurled forward with every stroke. 

Then he gave a shout, and she felt his spunk pumping into her. Almost at once her own orgasm was triggered and she too was crying aloud as a wave of lustful desire overwhelmed her. 

“Oh fuckkk me Jeb – I love youuuuuu!”

Sensing her arousal, he continued to plunge his cock in and out as it spurted again and again deep within Lucy. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, such was the pleasure of her own climax and her stomach slapped soundly against the thin wooden back of the chair as he rode her less aggressively and the pleasure began to gently fade. 

At last he was still, and she lay panting beneath him, exhausted. His fingers traced Lucy’s spine as he gazed down at her slender back, his cock still embedded within her tight pink folds.

“Oh yes, quick Luce” he groaned looking at the computer screen, “the bitch has been caught.”

******

Posh glanced down at the bleeping device in her hand.

“YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT VICTORIA BUT OUR VOTERS HAVE DECIDED THAT YOU CAN GET YOURSELF OUT OF THIS BY CONVINCING YOUR CAPTOR TO LET YOU GO. AAL HE KNOWS IS THAT WHATEVER HE AGREES TO HE HAS TO STAND BY. GOOD LUCK.”

“Shit,” Posh whispered looking up at the large man dressed in a green combat suit.

“And where do you think you’re going bitch?” he questioned.

“Pl.. please, I need to get away.” Posh was genuinely scared as the reality of her predicament now manifested itself in the shape of the hulking brute before her.

“Arrgghh.” Victoria’s pleas were cut short as a large fist swung into her stomach, wrenching the wind from her lungs and causing her to double over in agony.

“Why?” he demanded in response to her request.

“Please,” begged Posh struggling for breath. “Please don’t hit me any more, just let me go.”

“Shut it cunt, “he ordered. Posh was genuinely taken aback, “and stand up so that I can do my job”.

Victoria was confused but managed to stagger to her feet.

“Please, you must let me …”

The man pressed a finger to her face quietening her. His pushed forward a little against her full red lips, increasing the pressure and slowly forcing her mouth to open. Posh could do nothing but allow her lips to peel apart so that the long digit could enter freely into her mouth.

Her would be captor smiled and slowly pulled his wet finger out, cupped her chin and pushed her back against a large tree.

“Now I’ll have to search you,” he remarked.

Posh closed her eyes and cringed as his hand started in her long dark hair and slowly crawled over her face moving threateningly to her throat and then slipped down further to her left breast. He cupped and squeezed under the open denim waistcoat.

“Mmmm, that’s good,” he mocked as he mauled her tit. Slipping under her bra he found Posh’s nipple already hard and erect.

He smirked. “You love this you hot slut, don’t you?”

Victoria closed her eyes again and moaned. “Please,” she begged once more.

“Shhh,” he reminded his celebrity victim. His hand moved downwards over her stomach and to the hem of her g-string. Breathing heavier now, he panted, “Spread your legs,” and he kicked her feet apart.

Posh nearly stumbled but just managed to remain upright. His groping hand slid up over one tense thigh and cupped the aroused swell of her panties. She was warm and a little damp.

“You whore, you do love this.”

Victoria’s head lifted a little and the muscles in her neck strained as he began to stroke her through the silky white fabric.

“Please,” she whimpered, “I have to get away.” But she could tell that he was becoming lost in his own arousal as his strokes increased in frequency and her will to fight ebbed away. As the material of her g-string began to disappear inside her moistened pussy Victoria knew that she must come up with something, and fast, to avoid being fucked hard there and then.

“Listen,” she whispered, “if you let me go I’ll be really nice to you.”

He stopped stroking and she had his attention.

“On your knees then, bitch.”

“You must promise to let me go if I do.”

He nodded.

Victoria fell to her knees and faced his bulging crotch. Moving to his groin she kissed him through the combat denim and slowly wound down his zip.

“Fuck,” he groaned thrusting forward.

Posh flipped out his cock and peeled her red moist lips slowly apart, closing her eyes in resignation. He touched her lips with his bursting shaft, prising them further apart and then shoved inside filling every inch of her warm, cavernous mouth. His fingers dug hard into her scalp and he began to thrust back and forth.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, lifting his head to stare at the glass covered sky as he gloried in the sensations her wet mouth gave to him.

“Oh bollocks I can’t hold …” 

His words became lost in a great howl as he erupted into Victoria’s delectable mouth like he had never erupted before. His large chest heaved as he groaned out his satisfaction rocking against her head as he poured every last drop of spunk down Tori’s lovely throat.




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 04



Clenching her fists Posh swallowed desperately, fearing that she might choke if she didn’t. Eventually her ordeal was over and the softening penis slipped from between her lips. For a moment Posh knelt and stared at the leafy floor aware that the last few minutes had been broadcast on the web cam and millions of masturbating males, and a few females, would have witnessed her whorish behaviour. 

“Can I go now?” she asked quietly. “Please?”

The man lay back on soft grass. “Go on then fuck off, but next time you’ll get the full treatment.”

So, dressed only in her white silk underwear and a loose denim waistcoat Victoria once more set off into the dark of the night.

******

“Quick Carl,” shouted Stu to his mate, “we can vote again.” Carl ran back into the room abandoning his quest to find more beer. The night was proving to be a long one and it had been 2 hours since Posh had been forced into that blowjob – the only real action so far. In fact Posh’s Perils had been quiet for some time as Posh had settled down into a patch of well-secluded undergrowth and snatched a short nap.

But now the voting was back on.

TASK 8: SORRY VICTORIA, BUT YOUR FANS WANT MORE. YOUR VOTERS HAVE DECIDED THAT YOU MUST LEAVE YOUR HIDING PLACE AND WALK 10 PACES IN ANY DIRECTION AND THEN STOP VERY STILL ……

“Come on,” continued Stu stroking his cock, “I think this is where it livens up!”

******

Posh dragged herself up and stretched her beautiful long limbs. The air was getting colder and she cursed the bastards in charge of the temperature controls. She was a little confused by the last task and was more than a little apprehensive as she walked the required 10 paces. Standing stock still in a small clearing Victoria looked around. It was quiet; there was no sound at all. Then, suddenly, the whole area lit up. It was like daylight. Posh was nearly sick as the bleeper from her computer went off. She glanced down again. The small screen contained one word. It said:

RUN!

And run she did.

Several minutes later Posh stood panting, a lone figure by a wide stream. As soon as the lights went up she had heard the shouts. Not stopping to look behind her she had set off running hard for her very life. Despite her obvious concern Victoria was still a picture of female beauty, her neck slim and graceful and her face, with its pouting mouth and pert nose, was framed by long tresses of dark hair that hung to below her shoulders clinging to her face and neck. 

For some crazy reason she started to think about David. She did not have time for this but her mind was wandering and she thought how, when they had first met, he had noticed her eyes. Brown and almond shaped, they had a wide innocence about them, the long curling lashes fluttering in a manner that made her seem at the same time vulnerable and alluring yet still almost virgin like. 

She surveyed the scene before her. The banks of the river were steep and precarious, and she realised that she would not be able to reach its waters from where she was. The loud lust crazed voices were only a short distance away. She began to search for somewhere that would give her safe access across the stream. 

She followed its edge for some distance, until at last she found a spot where the bank had crumbled and she was able to climb down to the water. Posh scrambled down to the stream's edge. It was shallow near to the bank and she stepped in, the delicious cool of the water like balm on her tired feet. 

Tori remained there for some time, splashing with her hands and feet and wetting her face with the refreshing water. Scooping up soaking wet handfuls Victoria drank it greedily and gratefully. She strode in deeper until the water reached her groin. 

What Tori really desired, though, was to immerse herself completely. Despite the recent drop in temperature she still felt sweaty and dirt covered. Did she dare do it here? Did she have the time? She looked around. The spot she was in was quite secluded, surrounded by trees and bushes, and, if anything, such an action might help put her pursuers off the scent. Briefly distracted from her leisure by the thoughts of her pursuers Posh wondered where they were for she could hear no sounds or shouts.

In a moment she had decided. Reaching behind her Victoria took hold of the lace on her waistcoat and undid the garment until it hung loosely from her body. She had lost the real concept of what she was doing and had forgotten that several million people across the web were watching her do this. The cameraman was out of sight but he was still there. Tori slipped the garment off, and stood clad in only her bra and g-string. Taking a further surreptitious glance about her, she unclipped the bra, slid it down her arms and tossed it aside. Her gorgeous breasts were firm and beautifully formed with red nipples hard and erect. 

Victoria hooked her thumbs into her small knickers and slipped them down with a single, graceful movement. She tossed them aside and stood for a moment, magnificent in her nakedness, her sex prominent below the thin shaved line of dark hair, her curvaceous rear now fully revealed. Posh ran her hands over her skin, enjoying the silky feel beneath her fingers. Her clothes lie on the dry bank and she waded back over to them and covered them in foliage for retrieval once her short interlude was over. Her small computer sat ominously on top of them.

Tori hesitated for a moment, then, in a sudden concession to modesty, she pulled her panties back from the bundle, and put them back on. Once more she stepped down the bank and slid into the cold water, allowing it to cover her legs and lap about her thighs. 

A movement in the grass beside her caught her eye, and she gave a sudden scream, the sound stifled by her hand almost as soon as it left her lips. She stared at the spot on the riverbank. 

The grass moved again, then, to her relief, a rabbit hopped out, gazing inquisitively about. 

But the fright had been enough to take her thoughts back to why she was really here.

“There she is,” Posh heard the cry.

“Shit!” she remarked and, dragging her feet out of the water, Tori set off to run once more. A quick glance told her that her pursuers were not far away and she felt panic rise from the pit of her stomach.

Having left her bra and waistcoat behind on the banks of the stream Victoria was clad only in her g-string which now clung soaked to her skin. She had also left behind her computer and, with it, all contact with the control centre.

The former Spice Girl was panting heavily as she ran for her life. She glanced over her shoulder every so often to gauge how near to her the lust crazed group was. 

She was running as fast as exhaustion and blistered feet would allow. They

had been right behind her, although, momentarily, she no longer heard the shouts and cries from the lead members of her would be captors. Turning slightly to see if they were close, she inadvertently tripped on a stone and tumbled down a small grassy hill, landing face-down into a pair of black boots.

With her heart in her throat Posh gradually lifted her head and began to gaze

along the body attached to the boots. A pair of strong legs in black combat

pants, with impressive manly bulges, good looking body, and... a clear desire to fuck her senseless.

Victoria wheezed for breath after running nearly non-stop for twenty minutes. The

forest was cloaked in a dim light, the once comforting wild life sounds and the gentle rustling of the undergrowth becoming shrill and ominous. 

"Welcome, Victoria, to our humble home!"

Posh glanced around her as the rest of the group closed in. She was surrounded.

******

MESSAGE TO ALL: VICTORIA HAS LOST HER COMPUTER AND SO FROM NOW ON SHE IS AT THE MERCY OF THE FOREST AND THE PEOPLE WHO ROAM IN THERE.

Nathan stared at the screen as he lazily stroked the length of his naked cock with his right hand. He was mesmerised by the events of Posh’s Perils so far and sub consciously began to masturbate faster as he thought of what “AT THE MERCY OF THE FOREST ….” could mean. He hoped it meant that she was fucked raw in full view of the watching world. It was this thought that loomed large and clear in his mind as he arched backwards and ejaculated all over the desk and the keyboard.

******

"Let me go, please." Posh pleaded with her captors. The fact that this was Posh’s Perils was now completely forgotten, as was her ultimate desire for revenge. All that she saw was a group of people, both men and women, ready to subject her to their every sexual whim.

"No. we caught you fair and square. So you are our prize and we mean to enjoy you!"

With that the man slipped off his belt and whacked Victoria’s still damp bottom hard...

"AAARGH!"

“One...” he counted.

"OOOOWWW!"

Two...

"NOOOO!"

Three...

"PLEA...OOH!"

Four...

"OOHHHH!"

Five...

Victoria's head sunk...the man smirked and grabbed her by the chin...

"You are my bitch now, Victoria ...so be a good girl, obey, and your body will know pleasure...disobey, and you will feel pain.”

"Go to He-OOOWWW!!" He smacked her again with the leather belt.

Victoria, say "I am your slave."

"No wa-AAAYH!"

"I'm waiting..."

"..I am your...slave"

Victoria choked back tears, as he demanded that she repeat the phrase again only this time louder...

"I am your slave...I am your slave...I am your slave...I am your slave...I

am your slave...I am your slave..."

******

Slowly Tori regained enough control to take in her surroundings. All around her were members of the sex crazed group, glaring at her with an intensity that was as frightening as the sensations of desire she sensed emulating from these men and women.

There were dozens of them surrounding her; eerily motionless except for the uniform body movements as each man stroked his exposed cock and each woman licked her lips. She was overwhelmed by the crude nature of their urges and knew instinctively what they would do to her.

"No," She screamed, "Please leave me!"

Victoria's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only to heighten the collective desire confronting her. Aroused by her resistance, and to be fair, only following orders, the group were in no mood to listen to her pleas. Posh screamed as they advanced. Two of them, both male, grabbed her arms and twisted upwards painfully so that they were cruelly bent behind her back. This position forced her to hold still as another used his long knife to touch Victoria’s perspiring body.

Posh's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the fiercely shaped blade invaded her low cleavage and came to rest in the deep valley between her breasts. She inhaled as the sharp edge ran down her body, her aroused nipples erect from fear and an ever rising sense of excitement. Her perfectly shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further enflaming them.

The sharp steel moved lower and lower travelling to just above her flat, trembling stomach and on to her crotch. Victoria held her breath as she felt the blade move under the fine lace hem of her panties and then, with a swift slash it sliced downwards leaving her skin untouched but cutting her underwear in two, revealing a dark line of pubic hair to the watching group, as well as the web bound world. Taking the shredded material in his fist the knife wielder pulled. Posh looked up pleading for him not to, but he only smiled before tearing her g-string completely away from her lovely body. 

Victoria was held naked; a poor, frightened, cowering girl stripped her of her pride and self assurance as well as her clothing.

Each time Tori felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her.

She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel continued to explore her slender, tanned body.

A third person, a lovely blond female, grabbed her left leg and pulled it wide to expose her pink vaginal lips and prominent clitoris. She began to rub the palm of her hand up and down Tori’s smooth thigh.

The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had stripped her of her knickers filled Posh with fear as well as shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled against the strong hands holding her.

Never had she felt so vulnerable, not even when she had been subjected to the humiliating ordeals by Carl and his mates and Emma along with Nathan. At least then she had felt that she was, in some small way, in part control of the situation. Now she was completely at the mercy of the hounding mob – and, of course, this was all her own doing. Had Posh’s Perils been such a good idea after all?

It was a new sensation for the haughty former Spice Girl. Accustomed to holding the upper hand, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finally how much her immediate future was in the hands of her captors. 

She knew that there was no mercy to be expected, after all this is what she had sold to every subscriber. As she looked up into the faces of several other men now approaching her Posh saw their lewd smiles as they reached out and pawed at her naked body.

"No! ...I will not...you can’t........leave me alone you… you...

Animals! ...you...are, please have mer...no, pleeeeeeease, leave me alone!"

"Shut her up!" ordered the largest of the men.

Upon hearing this, another man picked up Victoria’s shredded panties from the grassy floor and stuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man gripped her long, dark hair in his fists he secured the torn fabric in her mouth by using a strip from a bandanna worn by one of the girls in the mob. Posh shook her head frantically. 

In a second the furious but now panic stricken Victoria had her arms also secured together behind her back with new white rope at her wrists and at her elbows. The men and woman let go of their captive and stood back to admire their handiwork. 

Tori was left standing, naked, at the centre of a circle of huge males and gorgeous females with her hands tied and her mouth gagged by her own panties. She was scared witless but through the mists of fear she could sense a faint taste of her own sex from the underwear in her mouth and a developing arousal in the pit of her stomach

Posh’s long dark hair hung loose around her face as she turned first one

way then another in a desperate search for the nonexistent escape route. Her breasts swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the group surrounding her.

Then the apparent leader, the man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet off the ground as he stared into her pleading eyes where he recognised a mixture of fear and anger. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto the ground.

Stunned, Tori lay sprawled on the damp earth. Bizarrely she thought she could sense the level of light being raised in the game forest, no doubt to give the watching audience the best view that they could get of what was about happen to her. Her legs were splayed out to either side following her being dropped to the ground and her pussy was wide open, gaping and vulnerable. Still laughing, the same man followed the helpless Posh onto the floor. Pinning her legs with his own he searched for her soft, pink lips with his long, ridged cock.

Although Posh had prepared herself for this scenario, the shock of the physical

assault weakened her mental defences, allowing a new flood of sensations into her mind, making sure that she felt very, very vulnerable.

She tried to protest and shout through the gag, producing a muffled "Ahhh!...noooo!.......mmmmmf, pleaseee...stop...Nooo!"

Tears streamed from her wide, staring eyes as his long, hard knob filled her dry slit painfully. Trapped against the grass, Victoria could only stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling her on his huge length. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts as they made her lovely breasts move enticingly.

Mindless sounds of fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Posh lay

there struggling under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular male. 

"Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...
pleaseee...umhhh..."

The huge brute ignored her pleas, smiling as he beat her into submission with his cock.

Victoria could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded; she could

hardly breathe with the pounding he was giving her. Her pussy was being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The mob leader filled her, forcing the breath, almost the life, out of her.

The feeling of his rigid length battering its way through her sensitive defences heightened Tori’s sense of impalement and of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to accommodate the huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agony seemed to go on forever for the trapped Porn Star.

Finally, Victoria felt him cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with his seed. Experiencing an infinite sense of relief, she felt him withdraw his still hard length from her abused slit. Slowly, his weight left her.

Posh's relief was short lived. As soon as the first attacker had gone another huge, uniformed man pressed her against the dirt and entered her cum soaked, open cunt. More feelings of savage, lust from the new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon as he entered her. 

He fucked her brutally, as his manner had suggested he would. Victoria was sure that he was tearing her insides to pieces; shredding the lining of her pussy despite the lubrication of the first man's sperm.

Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Tori. Finally, he lifted her in his large arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Using his immense strength, he moved her up and down, letting her own weight drive his shaft deeper.

Tori tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split in two. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filled her easily, using her slit like a fist to masturbate himself with. Posh Screamed as her breasts flew up and down from the force of his fucking. 

It was inevitable that at some point during her ordeal Victoria would have an orgasm. It was impossible for the repeated stimulation of her body not to produce a level of sensitivity that proved too great. The second man to penetrate her felt this. He could sense Posh beginning to move more easily under him. He could feel her rising a little more naturally to meet his thrusts and then he could see her arch forwards to meet him as she ground out her overwhelming desire in this most crude of ways.

Tori was fucked over the edge whilst impaled upon the man's hard, rigid length. Through the misty, climactic state of mind that her climax created Posh heard the group cheer and saw the man riding her punch the air in salute, presumably signalling his prowess as being the one who had made Victoria Beckham cum. 

Soon he too was finished and had filled her with a huge deposit of his seed. He threw her clumsily back onto the ground and to the waiting cock of the next Man. Victoria winced as she landed on her bound arms. She felt the next shaft enter her. It was now more painful because when she had orgasmed she had lost some of her natural lubrication. But this was a factor not taken into account by her captors.

Again and again a savage male cock filled Posh’s pussy as the conflicting sensations of her attackers’ desire and lust concentrated her mind. Finally the exhausted Tori lay still on the grass. Her pussy open and dripping streams of thick, male juice onto the earth. Her eyes were glazed and confused; she could only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated use of her body.




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 04



She glanced up and saw one of the group members looking down at her. So far the females had not touched her, although she saw several couples already fucking as the scene around her turned into some kind of orgy, fuelled by the acts being performed on her own lovely body. In a strangely focused way Posh thought how great this would all look on the Peril’s web site – just what she had intended. The thought nearly made her sick.

Without any respite another man, a huge looking brute, approached her. She could see his stiff cock poised and ready as he reached down to explore her stretched, cum soaked cunt with his large hand. She saw him turn up his nose and smile before fingering her untouched arse instead. 

Tori knew what he intended and her eyes opened wide imploring him not to.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and prised her bottom cheeks apart with his hands to reveal the tiny pink star of her arsehole. This simple act itself was painful enough to Posh. Then, to the cheers of his companions, he used his thumbs to open her tiny hole and force the large, blunt head of his cock into the puckered opening.

Victoria screamed from beneath the gag as he forced himself into her unlubricated arse inch by painful inch until he was lodged halfway into her. Tori's mind was overwhelmed by the pain; it seemed as if an object the size of a torpedo was forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart.

Posh ground her face into the grassy floor as the man impaled her further, opening her arsehole to fit his cock, forcing her to take him. She felt the wiry hair of his groin press against her bottom cheeks. She was totally consumed now and Tori could not believe that his huge shaft was inside her tiny hole even though the intense pain of her situation convinced her that he definitely was. 

He was filling her, making it difficult for her even to breathe especially with the gag still in her mouth. As she desperately gasped for air, a hand reached down tore the strips of cloth from her face, allowing Posh to spit out her balled up panties and suck in lungs full of air.

Unfortunately it did not take long before another male form appeared at her head, lifting her until a large erect cock forced its way inside her open mouth. Victoria gagged on the rigid length now filling her oral cavity. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head upwards and back to open a passage for him to deep throat her. Forcing her lips wider he pushed his knob deeper, its head scraping against the sides of her throat.

The two men worked in tandem. As one impaled her arse, the other thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her between them and subjecting her to their most exciting, lust filled fantasy. 

Tori could not resist; she could only lie between the two of them, drained physically and mentally, cum already dripping in streams out of her well used pussy.

After the first pair had deposited their thick warm spunk into her open mouth and deep into her bowels they slipped away. Immediately a second pair from her group of captors took their places. Victoria could feel the slimy sperm coating her throat and exciting the taste buds in her mouth. 

She hated this, but then, a feeling of conflicting emotion made her want more. She wanted to feel another jet of sperm fill her throat, and then another and another.

Her face was forced into the new man's crotch. Posh greedily took him in, helping him get as deep as he could. Forcing her neck to be as long, for him, as she could he eased his shaft down her throat. 

Tori was slurping a slick coating of juice from his throbbing length when she gagged and almost choked. Inch by invading inch another cock was ravaging her gorgeous pert bottom. And then she felt it begin to move, piston like, in and out as she was taken from behind once more.

Her anal passage burned with a fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the man sodomizing her.

Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into the hairy crotch at her head as her long dark hair was gripped tight and used to control her, fucking her face as if it were a second pink, sensitive vaginal opening.

Her thick, red lips were stretched sexily around the pumping shaft as a result of the mauling the man was giving her face. The waiting men could actually see the head of his cock moving along Tori’s throat, expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced its way down her gullet.

She felt other hands now; hands running over her breasts and weighing them, squeezing them from underneath, even trying to crush them with strong, hardened fingers. The women were moving in and Victoria could feel softer fingers caressing her turning the harsh, rough treatment she was getting from the men into a warmer, more sensuous experience. 

More men took her, delighting in the wet, caresses of Posh’s tongue and the confining pressure of her throat combined with the tight sheath of her bottom. Now, after

she had been buggered several times her arse was slick and far more flexible, though still far smaller than the girth of the lengths of hard male flesh plundering her.

Victoria heard howls of their delight as they rutted into her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as she screamed and moaned helplessly under them.

Whilst others enjoyed the naked, nubile form of the captive ex Spice Girl, the

leader of the group stood to the side swilling a cold beer. The sight of her

helpless body being impaled by two cocks caused his erection to stir again. 

He stared transfixed at her beautiful face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes, pleading for help, found his, but he simply smiled at the begging face. Enjoying the sight of the proud girl's degradation he shouted encouragement to his companions using her. 

The man in her arse smiled knowingly at his colleague and drove her face even deeper into the other man's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her open arse. Until, finally, they too expended their lust.

Both male and female attacked her soft white body, repeatedly using her

arsehole, her pussy, and her mouth as a repository for their lust while others simply pawed at her nudity. 

All three orifices dripped streams of thick juice as Victoria lay there helplessly under their attention. Her stomach was full of sperm which she had been forced to gag down in order to breathe, filling her, making her feel bloated. Her lips and chin were also covered with it making the strong taste of cum an overwhelming part of her consciousness. 

Rivers of it ran from her open pussy and bottom and down her legs to collect on the cold damp grass.

Victoria lost all concept of time; she could only concentrate on trying to endure and take what pleasure she could as she was used mentally and physically by countless men and women. To her dulled mind, the experience seemed to go on forever. Posh screamed and yelled continuously whilst floating in a sea of cum and pain until suddenly she realized that she no longer felt impaled. The hot throbbing lengths of stiff flesh were gone from inside her and there were no hands on her body. They had finished with her. Or had they?

******

Louise turned away from the screen. She was horrified by what she had just seen. For the last 4 hours her girlfriend and lover had been subjected to the most brutal sex she had ever witnessed. Louise had not been able to watch it all but, strangely she felt compelled to return to the screen at regular intervals and watch her girlfriend endure the ordeal being played out to the watching world. She had left Jamie sleeping after their passionless sex had ended and driven to the control centre. 

Victoria was still due to be in the game forest for another 15 hours – how would she ever survive? Louise felt a tear drip down her cheek but yet she turned back to the computer desperate to see what would happen next.

******

It was 12 o’clock, midnight and a full 24 hours after Victoria had entered the game forest for the first time. Louise stood waiting as the helicopter touched down. Her lover had walked confidently into the same chopper just a day earlier, but now, as she stumbled, dishevelled and exhausted her partly clothed body looked broken.

With a typical act of defiance Posh pushed away the 2 men helping her and stood, unsteadily, on her own feet. She looked over at Lou and smiled weakly. Louise looked her girlfriend up and down. 

She saw a different Posh. This was not the person who had gone into the game forest full of energy. The girl who had emerged seemed raw and very sexual. Her hair was matted with dirt and soiled with sperm. A sheen of thick juice seemed to coat her lovely body and thick globules still hung like stalactites from certain parts of her flesh. 

Louise recalled how, after Tori had first been caught by the large group and fucked constantly for 4 hours, she had, once they had finished with her, then been dressed in a short, red cropped top and a clean pair of brief, white panties and cast out into the forest once more. She remembered how Posh had run and hid in a vain attempt to snatch a brief nap, but, of course, having had her computer returned, she was duty bound by the manipulative votes of the watching subscribers to serve their desire for erotic pleasure.

Inevitably she was caught again, and once more shagged senseless by shaft after invading shaft and brought to a humiliating orgasm many times by knowing touches, both male and female. Louise was sure that, following the first time she had been captured, Victoria seemed to be less reluctant to share her body with her captors. She was sure that her lover had, eagerly, almost, given herself in a wanton, whorish kind of way. Lou had watched whilst Tori was fucked time after time in every orifice, both bound and unbound and she had actually masturbated to the scene when Posh had, again, been stripped of her brief clothes and made to touch herself for the benefit of the game.

But now her girlfriend looked exhausted.

Posh moved slowly across the landing pad towards Louise. The cute former Spice Girl became gradually aware of the pain in all parts of her body. Her head was swimming and everything around her was hazy. Her body felt cold and was covered in slimy deposits left by the Groups that roamed the game forest. Her pussy and bottom were sore and the taste in her mouth was a constant reminder of what had been the most used orifice for the repeated abuse she had received.

Gritting her teeth she stretched her limbs as much as she could, trying to relieve the muscles that ached the most. Victoria had walked with her head bowed but having reached her lover she now looked up. Tori found Louise looking at her, first with concern and then with a brave grin.

“My head,” Posh complained. Lou laughed a short, nervous laugh. Then they stood in silence facing each other. The world knew of them as friends and business partners but not, yet, as lovers. There was an overwhelming desire for Louise to take Victoria in her arms and remind her of what true love was all about.

“Let’s go inside,” Lou said putting her arm around Tori’s shoulder and helping her into the comfy quarters inside the control centre. Victoria smiled and allowed herself to be led forwards towards blissful peace and much needed sleep.

******

Posh stepped out of the warm, relaxing shower and emerged through the steam into the luxurious relaxation room built into the Posh’s Perils control centre. Lou looked up and smiled as she surveyed the glorious nudity presented by Victoria’s dripping body wrapped only in a small, white towel.

“You look more like my Tori now,” she purred affectionately, standing up and brushing down her short denim skirt.

Louise took a few small steps towards Posh until they stood only inches apart. No words were exchanged as Lou reached up and stroked her lover’s face. In a swift, wild, almost desperate, motion, Victoria took Louise’s head in between her hands and, letting the towel drop, kissed her long and hard.

They enjoyed one another’s taste for what seemed like an age before Louise tore herself away and stood breathless looking intensely into her beautiful partner’s eyes.

“Make me cum,” Louise said, simply, erotically and with a fervent desire borne out of the raw sexuality oozing from Victoria.

As if in slow motion Lou watched Tori’s gorgeous limbs move to entwine themselves around her own body, her neck and waist, her hair and breasts. She arched outwards to meet their insistent touch.

“Oh, my darling Victoria,” she whimpered.

Victoria took Louise's chin between her fingers and looked deep into her eyes before bringing her mouth to her lover’s ear and whispering: "I love you, Louise, for as long as you want me." 

Louise shivered, not only at the sound of Victoria's gentle voice in her ear, but at the words her girlfriend was saying to her. She never dreamt that they would have a moment where they felt this close and now that it was here she was going to grab hold of it and never let go. 

"Oh Tori I want you for ever and for always," Louise replied, pulling Victoria close against her and holding her tightly, letting her know just how much she was loved, wanted and needed. 

Turning her face into Louise's, Victoria began to kiss the girl's cheek before moving round to her mouth and claiming Lou’s lips with her own. She started off gently, but soon deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue over the beautiful singer’s lips, seeking permission to enter her mouth. 

Louise moaned and opened herself to Victoria, letting her friend’s tongue slide in and explore her mouth thoroughly. She could feel her head spinning and her knees were weak. She's been kissed many times before and most of them were good experiences, but this was indescribable, the feelings that were coursing through her body at the touch of the others girl's soft lips and tongue were blowing Louise away. 

The dark haired singer let herself just enjoy the sensation for a moment, but soon her body began to urge her on, telling her she needed more than just these wonderful kisses. Growling deep in her throat, Lou pushed Victoria down onto the bed until she was lying on her back. Moving slowly and purring like a cat she then placed herself on top of Tori, their bodies touching from head to toe. 

Victoria was a little shocked at Louise's sudden movement but as soon as she felt her lover’s body on top of her own she lost most of her rational thought and just gave herself to the moment. Louise's kisses soon deepened and became more passionate, sending wave after wave of arousal through the former Spice Girl’s body. Tori arched up in response to the sexually charged flesh on top of her. As she felt her breasts press against Louise's, Victoria knew she had to get rid of the skimpy clothing Louise was wearing; she needed to feel the dark haired girl’s skin touch her own. 

As if reading her lover’s thoughts, Louise pulled up from Victoria till she was on her knees straddling and straddling her girlfriend. She was caught up in the thick lust filled atmosphere now and it showed in her entire bearing. Her hair was tousled, her pupils dilated and her eyes almost on fire. Louise’s full pouting lips were more swollen due to the frantic kisses the girls had shared and her breathing was deep and shallow. 

Lou’s skin practically glowed and already small beads of sweat were appearing on her chest and neck. Victoria thought she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life, but she was wrong, because the minute the brunette ripped her short cropped top over her head exposing her body Tori’s breath was, quite literally, taken away. 

The singer's breasts were full and pert and topped with deep dusky pink nipples that were puckered and hard, just begging to be licked and sucked. Her abdomen was beautifully toned and the muscles rippled with each movement she made. Sitting astride Victoria, she looked like an ancient Greek Goddess and Victoria was more than willing to worship her. 

Louise was pleased to see the look on Victoria's face as she was so openly admired by the sexy and exhausted girl, and all she cared about was the complete look of love and desire in the beautiful brown eyes looking back at her. Arching her back to push her breasts forward, Louise ran her hands along her sides over her breasts and up into her hair and was rewarded by a gasping moan from beneath her. Smiling, she knew that she had Victoria hooked and she was determined to make herself and their impending love making the best her lover had ever had. 

Looking back down at Victoria, Louise was amazed to see just how turned on her partner was. Her eyes were wide with desire, her face was flushed, her breathing was becoming more and more rapid and her body fairly shook with arousal. Lou momentarily wondered just how, after the 24 hours she had just experienced, Tori could even think about sex, never mind seem so openly rampant. 

Victoria couldn't take it any more, as much as she was enjoying looking at Louise and having Louise look at her in return she needed to touch and taste. She'd been aroused before but never to this degree and all she could think about was feeling the other girl's body against her own. Tori was stunned by her level of desire – by rights she should be absolutely spent. She wanted Louise on her, under her and mostly, inside her. The need to be filled by the other girl was so strong that Victoria felt like she was going to pass out and so, taking matters into her own hands, she flipped Louise off and onto her back, and so reversed their positions. 

Lou was momentarily taken aback by Victoria's aggressiveness but she soon gave herself up to it when she felt the former Spice Girl licking, kissing, and scraping her skin with sharp teeth. 

The first touch of her nubile, naked body against Louise's breasts sent Posh into overdrive and she began licking, biting, and sucking at the neck of the girl below her. She could feel Lou's nipples pressing against her own, and it was driving her insane. Taking a long lick upwards from her lover's neck and over her chin to her mouth, Victoria kissed Louise with an almost consuming passion. Her tongue darted in and out, fucking Lou’s mouth and she pushed herself further down onto Louise, moulding their bodies into one.

Feeling Victoria pushing harder against her pushed Lou nearer to the orgasmic edge of their coupling and she flipped over once more until she was again on top of Victoria. Pulling away from the kiss, her breathing ragged, Louise looked deep into Victoria's eyes. 

"I'm going to make love to you, Tori, like no-one else ever has…" she started, but was cut off with Victoria's almost wailing moan.

"Louise, please don't talk, show me." The former Spice Girl begged with tears in her eyes. She was so aroused. 

Needing no further encouragement, Louise brought her mouth back down to Victoria and kissed her deeply once more before kissing her chin and down onto her neck. She knew, like herself, that the Tori's neck was a sensitive spot so she licked and sucked every inch of it, biting down gently on the places that she knew her partner liked the most. It was having the desired effect, for Victoria's breath was practically heaving and she gasped and moaned at every touch of the dark-haired girl’s tongue. 

Licking her way over to Victoria’s collar bone, Louise began to kiss her way downwards until she reached the Posh's breasts. Using her hands to caress her naked skin, she brought them up to the perfectly formed mounds and cupped them with her palms, letting her finger tips graze over the nipples, making them harder than she thought possible. She did this for a while but soon her need to taste was overpowering and she brought her mouth down and took Victoria's right nipple into its warm depths. She sucked gently at first but soon applied more pressure when she felt Tori's hand grab the back of her head. Taking the entire nipple and areola into her mouth, Louise sucked hard while at the same time flicking her tongue over the very tip of the nipple, grinning when she heard Victoria almost scream out. She continued to do this, moving from one nipple to the other, sucking and flicking and sometimes biting down, all the while caressing the beautiful flesh with her hands. 




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 04



“Ohhh fuck me you little whore. I love you so much,” Victoria whimpered.

The leggy, tanned former Spice Girl was being driven insane; she was exhausted, bruised and had been well used but the feel of Louise's mouth on her nipples along with her friends hands caressing and stroking her breasts was pushing Tori to the edge. 

Bucking her hips up against Louise in a steady rhythm, Posh hoped the other girl would move down her body to where she needed to be touched and filled, as her groin cried out for attention. Tears welled up in Victoria’s eyes and the sensations running through her body were like nothing she had ever felt before, but she needed more, so much more. 

Louise could feel Victoria's hips bucking wildly beneath her and could hear the almost steady whimpering of the older girl. She still wore her short skirt, which was now bunched up around her waist and the sensation of Posh’s naked flesh was felt between Lou’s legs but only through the flimsy fabric of her panties.

Moving her hands slowly up Louise’s straddled thighs Victoria encountered her lover’s knickers underneath the skirt. Lou moved slightly and created enough space for Tori to undo the zipper and slip the brief denim garment off. Posh smiled as Louise faced her now wearing only a pair of brief silk, white knickers. Not caring about how she might shock or hurt Lou, and desperate to get at her naked pussy, Tori grabbed the silk material and ripped them from her lover’s body. As soon as Lou's sex was freed from its confines, Victoria could smell the other girl's arousal and her mouth instantly began to water. 

With a shove and a grunt Tori flipped them back over and now straddled Louise once more. The two, now entirely, naked girls rubbed their bodies in an erotic lust crazed motion. Kissing back down over Lou's hips and mound, Victoria let her tongue lightly graze across the damp curls, and tasted the juices beneath. It was intoxicating and, Posh lowered her head even further and buried her tongue deep inside Louise’s slit.

“Ohhh, fuckkkkkkk, Tori my darling,” she screamed.

Spreading Lou’s legs wide Posh positioned herself between them, making her lover more open and available. Victoria brought her fingers to the dark haired singer’s labia and stroked gently before parting them and seeing the beautiful pink, swollen and throbbing clit of the beautiful girl underneath her. The scent of her arousal was all around Victoria, intoxicating her and, bringing her face forward she took a long slow lick from the bottom of Lou’s opening right up and over the top of her clit. 

“Ohhh yessss,” Louise hissed.

Posh heard Lou call out and felt the girl push herself up into her face. She knew the act would not last much longer as they were both so desperately near to the edge, but she still wanted to prolong their coupling as long as possible and so she continued the long flat strokes of her tongue, being sure never to push down too firmly on the swollen sensitive flesh between Louise’s thighs. Lou tasted amazing and Tori savoured every drop of the juices which flowed freely from her partner, letting them wash over her taste buds, committing the flavour to her tired but still active mind. 

After only a few more licks Louise started gushing and Victoria knew she needed to step up the pace. Bringing her tongue into direct contact with Lou's clit, she tightened her tongue muscles making it firm and she began to lick and flick the erect bud before her, slowly at first but then faster and harder increasing the pressure as she felt the other girl shaking below her. 

Bringing the fingers of her right hand down to Louise’s pussy, Victoria inserted first one finger then another after the first slipped in so easily and began pumping gently in and out while at the same time never moving her tongue away from her partner’s slit. She could hear Louise moaning continuously now and it spurred her on. Stepping up the pace a little more, Victoria licked harder on Lou's clit before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like it was a small erect penis, at the same time pushing her fingers as deep inside as she could get. She knew her lover was close, she could feel her internal muscles quiver and begin their ascent to orgasm. 

Using all of the strength in her arm now, Victoria pumped furiously in and out of Louise, curling her fingers inside the warmth of Lou’s pussy with every inward motion. Her tongue never stilled and she pushed the flat of her tongue down on the to her girlfriends clit and then took it into her entire mouth and flicking it, just like she had done with the Louise’s nipples beforehand.

“Tori, make me cum, please make me cum. I wanted you so much when you were out in the forest and now I want you even more. Ohhhh…”

“Don’t worry my sweet you’re nearly there, and I will stay with you until you cum like you have never cum before.”

Louise couldn't take it any longer; between what Victoria was doing to her and the feeling of penetration deep inside her, pushing against her sweet spot she knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Grabbing at the sheets and twisting them in a tight grip, Lou felt her orgasm begin in her toes and work its way up her body. Her back arched up till she was almost completely off the bed, only the crown of her head and her feet still touching the mattress. Crying out Victoria's name, she felt her internal muscles clamp down and her body begin to shudder convulsively. Never before had she felt like this, every muscle and fibre of her being was burning and screaming out in the intense pleasure the that Victoria was creating in her, tears rolled down her cheeks and a blinding light flashed before her eyes. She could hear herself screaming out the other girl's name but for some reason it sounded distant and it was then that Victoria realised that her lover was on the verge of passing out. 

Victoria replaced her fingers with her tongue and was now pushing it as deeply inside Louise as she could in a punishing rhythm, which once again sent her lover spiralling into another orgasm. 

Victoria rode Lou through her two orgasms, licking biting and sucking at the girl, using her fingers and mouth the best way she knew how. Her lover’s juices flowed like a river and Victoria didn't care if she drowned in them for at that moment she had never seen, felt or heard anything more beautiful than her lover in the throes of her passion. She could feel Louise pushing at her head and begging her to stop, but she couldn't; she had to go on and make her girlfriend experience everything she had to offer. 

After a while, she felt Lou’s quivering body go limp and she removed her mouth from her lover's groin. Looking down she grinned as she saw her sweetheart, out cold, a beautifully satisfied smile on her face. 

It took a few minutes but gradually Louise came round. Victoria had forsaken her own orgasm to bring Louise the sensations of a lifetime, and Lou was suitably grateful. The lovers lay, contentedly, side by side.

“Will you keep this up?” questioned Louise referring to Posh’s Perils and the game forest, which had provided a more intense experience for Victoria than either of them had dreamt of beforehand.

Posh took her time before turning and smiling at her lover.

“Oh yes,” she replied, “and what’s more from now on I want to invite 4 people, randomly drawn from the subscriber list, every week to take part in the game.”

Lou looked up a little confused, and almost disheartened to hear her girlfriend’s renewed enthusiasm for the reality webcam event that had caused her so much anguish.

She saw Posh smiling, but not at her, just straight ahead. A self satisfied smile that simply reflected the fact that her revenge was now even closer to hand – if only Louise had known. 

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As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome.

Sfor.



Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 05



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapters 1 to 4, can be found in the “Dilemma” series. This is the final chapter of this series.

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“And so,” continued Louise, “please feel free to take anything you want, and I mean anything.”

Nathan looked round at Jeb who, in turn, looked across at their colleague Carlos. The three of them had been selected, at random, to play Posh’s Perils and had been flown into the control centre. They now sat in awed silence as the beautiful Louise Redknapp briefed them on what they could do whilst they were here.

The gorgeous dark haired singer had told them that the main Posh’s Perils game would start the following day but that today they would be able to service their every whim at the Peril’s HQ. Louise was reading from a script and wasn’t exactly sure what Victoria meant by ‘take anything you want’ but she knew that her friend and lover would have it covered.

Nathan and Jeb had both crossed paths with Posh before and not in a pleasant way, but neither knew the other and so any potential questions as to the co-incidental nature of them both being there at the same time were not asked. Carlos was the third member of the team and was not known to either of the two other men.

As Louise wound up her short speech Carlos heard a sound in the concealed ear piece that he wore.

“Remember,” said the female voice, “You must start the action, and Louise must be taken by you all. But don’t worry; you, Carlos, will be spared any embarrassment, just like we agreed.”

Carlos looked up at the beautiful Louise smiling radiantly, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

Looking up at the gorgeous female talking to him Carlos took the initiative.

“Why don’t you come and join us?” he suggested to Louise, in a very inviting voice brimming with seduction and innuendo.

“Don’t be silly,” she answered primly, “I’m just here to introduce the day to you, you won’t be seeing much of me.”

Carlos smiled. She really believed that, which made this thing so much better. Jeb looked at Nathan. They could sense something was about to happen, but they weren’t quite sure what.

Seconds later Louise was squealing in muffled objection as Carlos had launched himself at her with lightning speed and now held her pinned face down across the new light wooden table from which she had been speaking.

Nathan leapt off his seat and joined his colleague. The ex bouncer used his powerful strength to help hold her down as Jeb sauntered to the front of the room to join the small tableau.

“Take anything you want, you said,” Carlos mocked.

“So we are,” quipped Jeb.

“Get off me, you wretches! I’m not – oh – I – oh!” 

Her cries ceased abruptly as, with practiced skill, Carlos’ hands swept up her long naked legs and under the hem of her short skirt. Despite her genuine pleas he easily dragged down, in one glorious bunch, the narrow band of her black silk panties until they clung about Louise’s knees like bonds,

Meanwhile cool hands were exploring at leisure the gorgeous curves of her bottom. 

“Please stop it,” Lou protested, shocked by this turn of events. But her voice had sunk to a sighing whisper, and her objections lacked authenticity as she remembered with excitement her experience on the beach when she had been taken forcefully by two strangers. In fact, physically, her resistance had gone, as the men eased down the entangled garments, untied and removed her shoes before slipping the whole lot clear of her slim ankles. 

Her skirt was bunched around her waist, below which she was completely naked. She lay between them both, biting at her lip and sighing as Nathan’s hands slid round from caressing her backside. His large fingers dallied in the tight black tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair, before sliding lower to the lines of Lou’s pink, moist lips. Louise cried out. 

Expertly, a finger delved into the uppermost folds and sought out her tiny beating nub of desire until soon her entire pussy glowed in soaking wet juices, throbbing with the pulses of excitement flowing strongly through it.

‘Please,’ Louise begged, but whether the plea was for them to stop or for a greater effort towards fulfillment even she no longer knew. Dimly, she was aware of being pulled and rolled back and forth, of the skirt and blouse, and her bra being stripped from her. Nathan’s finger had never ceased the stroking circular motions, squelching away at the centre of her now frantic sexual arousal.

The beautiful singer was stunned at being taken in this way. She had not intended to encourage, imply or otherwise set any expectation that she was a part of the goods on offer and so had been surprised in the extreme when the men had attacked in the way they had.

Carlos continued to stroke his finger in and out, up and down until the earpiece he wore clicked into action once more.

“You have one minute to get out of there. Oh, by the way Carlos, well done!”

Carlos smiled at the sound of the female voice speaking seductively for his ears only, and he removed his finger from between Louise’s legs.

“Oohhh,” she groaned at the extraction of the main source of her pleasure, and her groin arched seeking the excitement that had momentarily been taken away.

“I’ve got a desperate need to pee,” Carlos said matter of factly. Nathan and Jeb were so wound up with the job in hand that they hardly heard him speak never mind leave the room. Instead Jeb began to rub his exposed cock against Lou’s face trying to force her to suck him off.

Nathan sank his erect shaft into the warm moist lips between her thighs making her shudder with the lusty sensation of being totally and utterly filled.

She was just beginning to open her lips for Jeb to enter her mouth when the room door exploded inwards. Louise screamed.

“What the fuck?” yelled Nathan scrambling to his feet at the same time as he tried to pull up his trousers.

Jeb was furious at the interruption as he turned to look at the commotion. It was then, as he stared down the barrel of a pistol, that his resolve weakened.

******

Carlos leaned casually against the wall in a room far removed from the scene being played out around Louise. The noise and confusion from there was only a distant sound to him. He turned to look at the doorway as a chink of light appeared through the opening door.

“Carlos, thank you, it worked out perfectly. Here’s your reward as we agreed. It’s all there.”

“Thanks Tori,” he said taking the brown envelope and reaching down to kiss her cheek. 

Victoria Beckham had recruited Carlos to set up Nathan and Jeb. The idea was that the group of men would be seduced by Louise’s opening welcome speech to the point where they forced themselves upon her. Upon hearing the agreed signal Carlos would leave the room before the police burst in and arrested Jeb and Nathan for the rape of Louise Redknapp. The only downside was that Louise had to remain unaware of what had been arranged so to her the trauma of the situation would be real. Although, if Victoria knew Lou as well as she thought she did, she would quite enjoy being forcefully fucked anyway.

“Bye Carlos, and, if you take my advice, then you’ll disappear for a couple of weeks. After all you’ve enough money to enjoy yourself for a while.”

She waved after him as he left and then her thoughts returned to Louise. Posh smiled to herself at the success of the first part of her plan as she headed back through the doorway and off towards the scene of the crime.

******

“Thank you officers,” Victoria smiled demurely as she sat with her arms around a naked Louise, save, that was, for a large white towel placed around her shoulders that covered her groin and breasts. Both Nathan and Jeb stared hatefully back at Posh as they were led away handcuffed and scared, regretting now that they had both abused and taken advantage of her in their own ways in the past,.

Tori and Lou sat alone in the room. The previous chaos was still very much in evidence. The door to the room was splintered and the table and chairs were strewn all about the floor. Louise sobbed quietly, more shaken by the police arriving than the comprehensive fucking that she was in the middle of receiving.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s move somewhere else and get away from all of this. I’ll have someone clear it up.”

With that the two beautiful lovers walked away from the scene and into another part of the Posh’s Perils HQ.

******

Louise looked nervously round the room. Although her pussy had moistened considerably during the recent aborted rape of her beautiful body she was now a little wary of being left alone. Victoria had escorted her to one of the living rooms where, she had said, Louise should wait for her whilst she attended to a little business. So now Lou sat obediently waiting for her lover to return.

Of course Tori had the next phase of her plan to execute and so when, from her vantage point, the former Spice Girl saw the door to the living room being opened by Carl and Stu she allowed herself a little smile and a fleeting stroke of her own damp thighs as she thought of the next ordeal about to befall her friend and lover.

******

“Huh, what the …” remarked a surprised Louise looking up.

“Hey the instructions in our room were correct; here she is a dark haired beauty ready and willing to serve our every need.”

“No, please, I’m not, no not again please,” Lou begged.

“Fucking great Carl, she’s good, very good. All this little miss innocent really turns me on. Come on bitch stand up so that we can see you.”

Lou stood nervously up holding the towel tightly to her perfect body.

“Let it drop – now,” came the order.

Not knowing what else to do and desperately hoping for Tori to return, she let the towel slowly fall, unwittingly heightening the erotic display attached to revealing her stunning naked body for the two over excited nineteen year olds.

The beautiful young singer stood obediently with her head bowed, beside the heavy oak sideboard where the cut glass and crystal glassware reflected the intended executive luxury detailed in the room’s design.

In his relaxed manner, Stu unfastened the top button of his white shirt and loosened his tie as he turned his own attention to Louise. Unbeknown to the two youths her sweet pussy was already pulsing with a reluctant desire. Carl and Stu had been invited together to spend a long weekend at Posh’s Perils. Neither of them had thought twice about why they had been asked they simply assumed that, as winners of the random draw, they were here to enjoy all that Victoria Beckham had to offer. So, after they had relaxed briefly following their journey both boys had been invited to a ‘special’ cocktail party and provided with smart evening wear to put on. After being served with several glasses of fine red wine they had been introduced into the room in which they both now were. Imagine their delight to find a naked Louise ‘waiting’ for them. It was an opportunity they could not let pass.

Stu flicked his eyes around the long, oak table that had in the past graced somewhere far finer than the Perils HQ. Carl moved to the sideboard and poured more confidence boosting red wine, his sneer almost broke into a smile as the detail of what they would do to their beautiful guest flew through his imagination. 

He too thought nothing about why they might be here; the only thing either of them could think of right now was how they could get to fuck the lovely Louise. 

Since they entered the room both males had hardly taken their lecherous eyes off the beautiful tan-skinned girl. 

Once again Stu turned his eyes in her direction. Her nipples were standing out like hard, brown bullets. 

Victoria had known that they would be gagging for Louise and that, with a little persuasion, she would display her ample charms for the boys. 

”Come here slut,” Stu commanded, eager to know how easily she could be used. Lou by now was ready to obey them. They shock of her previous assault combined with the excited anticipation that she now felt rising in her stomach caused her to swallow hard and nod her head.

Looking stunning in the trappings of her circumstances, Louise dutifully stepped forward and began to move slowly around the table. Keeping her dark, black-lined eyes focussed on the floor, she swayed her shapely hips erotically as she glided barefoot towards them. 

As she drew alongside Carl, the lusty youth reached out and took her elbow making her stand between himself and his partner in crime. Stu immediately stroked his fingers over the small tattoo burned into the flesh of Louise's appetisingly smooth and otherwise unblemished backside. 

“Ohhh,” she moaned enticingly to his touch.

Carl needed no further encouragement and gingerly took her dark nipples between finger and thumb, rolling them into a solid, even more erect, state.

"Let me see your cunt whore" Carl demanded throatily moving his face to within an inch of Lou’s as he rolled and pinched the hard nipples enthusiastically. 

Lou was horrified at her own response to this treatment but, apart from having no feasible option, she was actually enjoying being openly submissive to these two young men.

"I’ll bet she enjoys a good frigging, would you like us to ram a dildo up your backside? Will you scream and really turn me on or maybe I should lick you out?”

“No… please… ohhhh, yesssss,” she hissed, as Carl’s handling of her nipples became a fondling of her breasts.

“Owwwwww,” she squealed as Stu ran his finger down the crevice of her arse and began to open the tiny puckered ring hole of her backside.

"You are making me so hard sweetheart?” said Stu who already had his forefinger buried up to the knuckle in Louise's rectum. 

"Man she’s hot,” Carl told him as he watched Louise squirm. 

Stu noticed Carl swallow hard. He noticed also how one of Carl's hands had slipped down the gorgeous singer’s body and now probed at Louise's pussy while the other moved to his own groin. Flipping his cock out the youth started to wank. Louise looked on with more than a passing interest and flicked her tongue over her lips in a tantalizing gesture which implied she was eager to help him. 

Looking Carl directly in the face Louise smiled and, with Stu's finger still embedded deep in her anus, she sank to her knees. 

Stu lowered his body in time with her downward movement, securing her arse now fully impaled on his finger allowing Louise to take Carl’s huge, curved cock into the warm cavity of her soft, pliant mouth. 

She began to enthusiastically work Carl’s shaft up and down making the foreskin slick with her own saliva. Lou’s welcoming mouth took him deep into her throat as Stu wiggled his now fully embedded finger into her bottom. She could feel her own orgasm rising from the very pit of her stomach. Louise had stopped thinking in the cold light of day and any embarrassment or inhibition that she might have had now no longer preyed on her mind as she gave in to the delicious experience now at her disposal.

Momentarily Carl thought that he saw a shape move through the door and out of the room, but he was too preoccupied to be really aware.

Much to her delight Stu slipped his finger out of her arse and moved it up deep into her pussy. His thumb rubbed up and over her clitoris and he pinched it hard which pushed her over the edge.

“Fuck, yes I’m comingggggggg,” she yelled. At the same time Carl arched his back and exploded down Lou’s throat. The force of the stream took her completely by surprise and, as he slipped out of her mouth, a long arc of thick, white sperm landed across her naked breasts.

“Oh you hot, randy bitch,” he moaned as Lou took the splattering of cum onto her gorgeous naked flesh. 

Just then there was a knock on the door. Carl and Stu looked at each other as Louise was pushed to the ground and away from them. Stu’s juice covered fingers slipped from underneath their satisfied victim as Carl began to quickly replace his cock inside his trousers.

“H…h…hello?” Stu shouted nervously.

Without replying the door opened and in walked two burly framed security guards.

”What the fuck …” remarked Stu confused and concerned as he watched the two men move towards the boys discarded jackets.

******

Moments later a shocked and confused Louise Redknapp watched Stu and Carl being frogmarched out of the room, their arms wound cruelly up their backs. The two security guards held packets of white powder, whilst the two equally confused boys protested their innocence.

Carl’s cock still hung from his opened zip and one of the guards licked his lips.

“I’m gonna have myself a piece of your prick lover boy!” 

Carl yelped as his arm was twisted even further and the thought of being raped by the hulking brute of a man forcing him forward scared him to death.

Lou dragged herself up against the wall of the room. She could feel the sperm on her body beginning to solidify and she sat shivering with her knees pulled tightly up to her chest.

“Oh my poor baby,” came the familiar voice of her lover and friend as Victoria swept Lou into her arms and hugged her tightly. Holding the dark haired singer close to her body Tori looked satisfied and let a very smug smile take over her face.

*****

“Don’t you ever wear a bra?” Lou teasingly asked as they pulled back from the kiss. 

“No, what’s the point? It would just be more clothes for you to take off.” 

“Umm, that’s true,” Louise replied, her thumb and forefinger pinching Victoria’s nipple under the shirt. 

“Lou I love you and all, but don’t you think we should move this inside?” 

“Why?” 

“Well, because I don’t want to give the press a show, for one. For two, well for two, I guess I’m just an old fashioned girl.”

“So, you think I’m going to let you fuck me, eh?” Louise asked, arching one eyebrow. 

“I thought that’s where we were heading…” 

“Oh, there’s going to be some fucking, all right,” she answered. “Only, I was planning on doing it to you.” 

“Is that right?” Victoria asked, arching an eyebrow of her own. 

“Umm-hmm,” the dark haired girl replied as she pinched the other girl’s nipple extra hard. 

Victoria bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. After taking a moment to regain her composure, she said, “Come on.” 

Louise removed her hand from Victoria’s shirt and got to her feet. Holding out her other hand she helped Tori to get up. Once the former Spice Girl was standing next to her, Louise reached out and swatted her on the bottom. 

“Get in the house, now,” she ordered. 

Victoria’s eyes grew just the slightest bit round at the uncharacteristic show of dominance from her girlfriend. She wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but she had to admit that she liked it. She just grinned at Louise and started to head for the front door. 

Louise was right behind her and continued to deliver slaps to her bottom if she thought that Victoria wasn’t moving fast enough. Once they reached the bedroom, Lou closed the door behind them, and pulled Victoria into her arms, attacking her mouth with her own as her hands grabbed hold of the bottom of Victoria’s tight shirt and she impatiently tugged it upward. 

“Steady Lou, why the hurry?” Victoria teased as she placed her own hands on the hem of her shirt and pulled the garment up and over her head, tossing it aside. 

Louise answered her by placing a finger over Victoria’s lips and shaking her head. “Don’t speak.” 

She eyed Louise curiously for a moment, and then just decided to play along with whatever type of game this was. 




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 05



Louise hooked her fingers into the waistband of the black jogging shorts that Victoria was wearing and pulled them down over her hips. Her eyes lit up upon seeing that Victoria was nude underneath. 

“That’s because…” Victoria began to explain, but was interrupted by Louise. 

“Ah, no speaking remember?” 

Victoria nodded in response. 

“I think you need to be punished…” 

Victoria felt a bolt of desire course through her and instantly grew damp between her legs. 

Louise crossed over and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She crooked a finger at Victoria. “Come here.” 

Victoria went to her and stood in front of her, awaiting her next command. 

Taking hold of one of Victoria’s hands, Louise pulled the other girl to her and then held her, face down, across her lap. 

“L…L…Lou” Victoria began, suddenly unsure of what was happening. 

“Do you trust me, Tori?” 

“You know that I do,” she answered immediately. 

“Then let me do this, babe. Okay? I promise it will be good.” 

“Okay,” Posh softly answered. 

Louise brought the palm of one hand down across Victoria’s bare arse. The former Spice Girl yelped, but it was more from surprise than from pain. Louise waited a moment, and then slapped her bottom again. When no protest was forthcoming from the girl across her lap, she began spanking her in earnest, alternating her slaps on each creamy cheek and silently marvelling at how they reddened. 

For her part, Victoria didn’t utter a sound after the first initial yelp. She simply lay there and allowed Louise to have her fun. After the first few slaps, though, she found herself growing wet and her groin began to tingle in a most delightful way. Soon, she was squirming on Louise’s lap, trying to leverage the pressure she needed to climax. 

Lou sensed what Victoria was trying to do and stopped the spanking.

“Up,” she ordered. 

Victoria rose unsteadily to her feet and blushed a little at having been caught. 

“On the bed,” Louise said. “But don’t you dare touch yourself.” 

Posh crawled into bed and lay on her back. Louise soon joined her, stretching out next to Victoria, and propping herself up on one elbow. She trailed a lazy finger up between the valley of Tori’s breasts, the tip circling, but not touching each of her nipples. 

“Louise, please,” Victoria begged, fighting not to arch her body up to meet her girlfriend’s questing hand. 

“Please, what? What is it that you want Victoria?” She gave one of Victoria’s nipples a quick pinch. 

“Oh, Fuck! Please, I want you to touch me, Lou.” 

“Why?” 

“Because, I want to cum. I need it, baby, please?” 

“And why would I want to make you cum?” Louise knew what she was doing and she was having so much fun doing it. 

“Because you love me and I love you.” Tori swallowed hard. “Please? I’m begging you.” 

“Okay,” Louise finally agreed. “But I want you to reach up and grab hold of the bars on the headboard, and don’t you dare let go until I say so, do you hear?” 

Victoria nodded and did as she’d been told, wrapping her hands around two of the metal bars behind her and holding on in tight anticipation of what was about to be done to her. 

Satisfied with the other girl’s compliance, Louise moved her body on top of Victoria’s and ducked her head, taking one breast into her warm mouth and sucking on Tori’s solidly erect nipple. She filled her left hand with Victoria’s other breast and squeezed it gently. 

Posh cried out and arched her hips up to Louise’s, but didn’t let go of the headboard. She was too afraid that if she did, Louise might just decide to leave her unsatisfied, and the thought of that was unbearable. 

Louise continued to tease the erect buds of Victoria’s nipples with her tongue and her fingers, revelling in Posh’s mews and cries. Finally, she slid down the other girl’s body slightly, and began to kiss Victoria’s smooth skin leaving a wet trail down to her stomach. Lou dipped her tongue into her lover’s navel and swirled the tip of it around inside the shallow crevice. 

If Louise was trying to drive her crazy with desire, then she was doing a damn fine job, Victoria decided as she laid there, holding on tightly to the headboard and allowing her lover to do as she wished. 

Finally, Louise moved down until she was between the other girl’s silky thighs. She gently parted them, allowing herself the room she needed, and dipped her head down to the nest of closely shaven curls. She inhaled deeply the delightful aroma of Victoria’s all too apparent arousal, and then allowed her tongue to dart out, the tip of it ever so gently caressing her lover’s clitoris. 

Victoria’s hips came all the way up off of the mattress as she desperately sought more contact with Louise’s mouth. She tightened her grip on the metal bars and moaned. 

Louise suddenly moved out from between Victoria’s legs and slid up the bed, covering Posh’s body with her own once more, and bringing her mouth down for a kiss. Victoria returned the kiss with all of the desire and hunger that was building up inside of her, wanting to let go of the headboard, but not daring to.

"I want you," Louise said simply. 

"I want you... and you're MINE!" she growled low in her throat as she reached down into a holdall placed near to their bed, pulled up some strong rope and tied Tori’s left ankle to the bedpost. Victoria gasped, her lust, now overwhelming, causing her to groan as Lou repeated the tie on the other ankle. Posh lay spread-eagled, and completely helpless. 

Louise lay down next to her and stroked her lover’s hair. "You are so beautiful. You smell so good! Here let me put these on you.”

Victoria smiled as Louise handcuffed her wrists to the bed head, and thought that she must arrange for her friend to be raped more often if this is how it left her feeling.

'Let's see how horny I can get you, Tori…' 

Feeling her lover squirming on the bed and noticing Tori's dripping slit; she sensed that Victoria was ready for her next move. Slowly, almost casually, Louise slid her left hand down Tori's firm tummy… moving it bit by bit towards the former Spice Girl's pussy.

Posh gasped loudly as Louise's hand reached its target. Victoria seemed about to say something, but as the words started to leave her mouth; Louise flicked her partner’s swollen clit, and only a loud moan came out instead. 

Encouraged Louise really took to her task and stroked her fingers across Victoria's slit occasionally moving her hand up and teasing Posh's erect clitoris.

Then all rational thoughts were gone as Louise thrust her fingers in and out, and began fucking Tori’s pussy. 

Victoria began to pant as Louise smoothly drove her digits inside her friend’s dripping hole. 

Posh wanted to play a more active part in their lovemaking but being completely bound she just relaxed instead and surrendered the moment to Lou's skilful fingers. 

"Oh Tori," Louise breathed into Posh's ear. "Your little pussy is all hot and moist, could it be that you want to cum?" 

"I-I…" Tori stammered. 

Louise smiled at her friend's obvious consternation. "Well if you’re good I might let you, but then again I might not" Lou teased while moving her fingers in and out of Victoria's hot little slit and using her other hand to squeeze and fondle the former Spice Girl’s soft, rounded breasts. 

Victoria moaned loudly as Louise's smooth hands kneaded her tits and fingered her pussy; cursing her body for responding so blatantly to the insistent fondling from her lover. 

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!!" 

With growing delight, Louise listened as Victoria grew increasingly more vocal and aroused. Closing in on her orgasm, Tori squirmed her bottom each time Louise thrust inside her hot slit. 

"Yes! Yes! YES! YES!" Posh now openly called out. 

"That's it, Tori!" Louise cheered her lover on. "Move that arse! Fuck my fingers! You like my fingers inside you… You love me finger fucking that hot little cunt of yours, don't you?" 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!! Oh! OH!!!" Tori groaned. 

"Tell me, Victoria! Tell me how much you love it!" Louise growled in her partner’s ear. 

"Tell me or I'll stop!" 

"Ohhhhhhhh! Mmmmmm!! … Nooooooo!" Victoria called out as Louise's fingers suddenly stopped moving. 

"Tell me how much you enjoy being fingered by me," Lou repeated. "I want to hear you say it: in detail!" 

"Ohhhhh, I-I l-love… your fingers… inside of m-me," Victoria stammered out.

"Doing what?" Louise prodded further; moving her thumb across Tori's swollen clit by way of extra encouragement. 

"F-f-fucking m-me," Victoria groaned out. "Finger f-fucking my h-hot little p-pussy." 

"That's a good girl," Louise grinned. "Now here is your reward you cunt!”

Victoria was alarmed to hear such an offensive word spat with such venom by someone who was usually so meek. Lou got up from the bed.

”I heard what you said this afternoon in your ‘meeting’, you bitch.”

“What, my darling, what did you hear?” Posh attempted to calm, the ever more agitated, Louise down.

“Don’t play the little miss innocent with me. I heard you telling those business men that you had sorted your own issues out by using that little slut called Louise!”

Posh gulped in panic as the scenes of her conversation with several of her major investors that afternoon played out again in her mind’s eye. How she wished that she had closed the door.

“LITTLE SLUT? How could you call me that Tori. I loved you so much and you used me. You had me raped, not once but twice.” Louise’s shoulders sagged and she began to cry.

Victoria was still half way towards orgasm and sensed that her friend and lover was coming to her senses.

“Come back to me babe, finish me off. It’s all over now and it’s just you and me from now on.” She strained her neck to look up in hope at her still fully clothed friend.

Louise turned slowly back to look at Posh bound erotically, naked, on the bed.

Louise stepped forward and ran her hands over Victoria with a cool appraising touch. Reaching down into her discreetly positioned black holdall Louise picked up a fearsome looking riding crop and let the long thin end tease over Tori’s breasts. Posh moaned as it moved lower flinching as the crop roamed over her slit, seeking entry. 

"What's the matter?" Lou asked as her lover stiffened. 

The former Spice Girl tried to speak but the words caught in her throat as the crop wormed its way ever onwards, dividing and parting her pink, engorged folds. 

"Speak up!" Louise snapped.

“W..w..what are you going to do,” Victoria spluttered nervously, now uncertain of the game her partner was playing. 

A flick of Lou’s crop across her midriff jerked Posh into a painful spasm and gave her the answer she was searching for by way of the developing then red mark. 

Louise swished the implement of punishment in the air a couple of times and then struck again without warning. The crop sliced across Tori’s groin and her body writhed in agony.

“Noooooo, please stop Lou, stop!”

"Come now Tori," Lou chided. "You’ve taken worse than that." 

If Posh made a response it was lost in the sound of the next lash landing. Victoria’s stomach heaved and clenched. Louise moved to her partner’s left thigh and began to work on that, as yet untouched, part of her body. Upon the impact of each stroke Posh twisted and writhed on the bed. 

Tori’s lovely body was becoming lined with angry red welts as Louise’s strokes slowly moved up her torso. The crop wielding singer was enjoying the most intoxicating rush of excitement she had ever experienced. Victoria was so helpless and vulnerable. She was crying out be beaten, to be mastered, and today Louise was going to be the mistress. 

The gorgeous singer stopped for a moment when she got to Victoria’s left breast, and watched as the former Spice Girl gulped for breath. For a second Tori managed to crane her head up to look at her lover and, as she saw where the crop was poised to land, she whispered words that could have been 'yes please'. Posh’s head fell back and Lou struck, making the mound of Tori’s breast shudder. 

“You randy hot bitch,” Lou remarked, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

And it was true that Posh’s pussy was glistening wet as she had once more reached the edge of a glorious orgasm.

Lou gave Posh four more strokes, keeping herself firmly in check and not giving in to the temptation to strike uncontrollably. Victoria heaved and sobbed constantly, her head thrashing from side to side. Suddenly Lou stopped. Reaching down she plunged her hand into Tori’s slit. The former Spice Girl was desperate for relief by now. Lou was able to thrust three fingers easily into her lover, turning and twisting them as the heel of her palm rubbed at Posh’s clit. 

Tori was shouting and moaning continuously now, disconnected words pouring from her between cries as Lou’s fingers drove her relentlessly onwards towards a shattering climax. Just as she was about to pour over the edge Posh had her satisfaction wrenched away from her.

“No, please, Lou, please finish me,” Tori begged.

Louise stood back suddenly aware of the fact that she was panting and hot from her own exertions.

Lou laid one more vicious stroke across Tori’s gorgeous flat stomach.

“Ple-Pl-Pleaaaase! Stop…Please Lou…Oh…I love you…OH! Please… Aieeeeee!” 

Then Posh felt it coming. Her bladder weakened and an arch of yellow urine flowed out from between her legs. She was now totally humiliated as well as beaten, and Lou was clearly not finished yet!

She looked down upon Tori’s heaving, beaten, almost orgasmic body.

“Did you love your husband?”

Victoria fought the pain in her erotically charged body and looked up at her so called friend.

“Y..y..yes, of course I did,” she replied, “why?”

“Well I’m not sure that he really loved you.”

Louise said no more. Instead she walked over to the entrance door to their bedroom and opened it wide. Victoria strained her neck to see her husband walk into the room. Realising the position that she was in and sensing David focus on the bed that she had just wet, Tori’s embarrassment at her own situation was acute.

Posh looked up at her husband as he came nearer, led by Louise. He looked gorgeous. His body rippled under the straining fabric of a thin white t-shirt and his jeans were tight, torn and faded.

“Hi babe,” he laughed, “I can see that you’re a little tied up right now, shall I come back later?”

Posh closed her eyes and squeezed a tear out.

“He’s lovely, isn’t he,” Lou whispered seductively as she moved round to the front of Victoria’s ex husband and, rubbing her bottom hard into his groin, began to stroke his thigh. He was clearly happy with the situation and began to kiss her neck.

“Oh, David, yes please, just there,” she moaned.

Victoria was beside herself. Despite being beaten and having wet herself Tori was also still extremely turned on and began to squirm a little at the scene being played out in front of her. Her former husband was stunning and she wanted him so badly for herself.

When Becks bent his head to kiss Louise it seemed the most natural thing in the world, and she responded eagerly, allowing him to snake his tongue into her mouth. Victoria watched, riddled with envy, as her ex husband turned her erstwhile friend around and pushed her up against the tall white pillar that stretched from floor to ceiling and about 4 feet from the end of the bed to which Tori was bound. The former Mrs Beckham could see everything. 

Pressing his body against hers, Lou made no complaint, and the sensation of David’s fingers running down her back and squeezing the soft globes of her bottom brought heavy sighs of pleasure from the gorgeous singer. Tori was almost beside herself as she squirmed on the stained sheets.

Louise continued to enjoy both the touch from David and the feelings that she knew would be sinking deep into Victoria’s gut. So Lou didn't stop him as she felt his hand move higher, gliding over her side and up to cup her breast, kneading her soft flesh through her short cut white, cotton top. When he wormed his fingers down her front and closed them about the warm flesh beneath, making her nipple harden, she sighed with pleasure at his touch. 

P.p.please stop,” groaned an ever more turned on Posh Spice.

The two lovers, however, remained as they were for some time, their lips locked together whilst he continued to explore the softness of her breasts. Then Lou felt his other hand slide down her body and onto her thigh, creeping beneath the hem of her short denim skirt and up to her crotch. 

"No!" 

She pulled back from his embrace, pushing his hands away from her as she did so. 

"Come on, babe," he said. "You know you want it."

David’s use of the word babe to describe someone other than her cut through Posh like a knife. 

"No!" Lou said again, pulling away from him. 

"What's the problem?" he asked, “You can’t get me all excited like this and then not deliver the goods.” 

She looked up at him with large eyes peeping out from beneath her long, dark fringe, and said, somewhat shyly.

"I want to chain you to this pillar."

“What?” smiled Becks, sensing that he was being invited to some extremely erotic event.

"Then why the hell don’t you get on with it?" 

"Ohhhhh" moaned Tori as her pussy glistened with juice.

"I hoped you’d say that," purred Lou. 

She moved closer to her lover once more. Placing her left hand flat onto his muscled chest she ran it slowly down to his thigh. He pushed his groin out to meet her whereupon she moved away from him and returned moments later with a large pair of steel chain wrist manacles.

“Okay lover boy let’s put these on!” 

Tori could see that Lou wanted to fuck her ex husband, but she wanted him as well. Watching him being seduced by Louise Redknapp made her want him so badly. Posh’s slit was lubricated with juice and her whole body was trembling with desire. Yet she couldn't bring herself to look away from the scene before her as she watched the dark haired singer chain first one of David’s wrists and then, moving behind the pillar, chain the other leaving her former husband’s arms secured high above his head. 

“Head up sweetheart, we can’t have you missing anything,” Lou laughed, as, moving round to Victoria’s head, she placed a large pillow underneath it so that her former friend did not miss a second of what she was about to do.

"Look Louise, do you want to have some fun or not?" David’s voice was sounding impatient now.

"Oh Becks, let's fuck," Lou said suddenly. "I can't wait any longer." 

She moved back to his body and her hands went to his jeans. Fumbling she found the fastener, slid down his zip and removed the tight denim from his body. Beckham’s cock sprang free almost at once, jutting up large and thick from his groin. 

Tori watched mesmerised, moistening her lips as she saw the great familiar spear of flesh that was about to penetrate her former lover. The ex Spice Girl watched intently as Louise dropped to her knees and took David's cock in her hand and began to masturbate him, whilst her mouth closed over the bulbous end of his tool. 

She sucked hard, the slurping sounds clearly audible to a very frustrated, jealous and horny Victoria. Lou's head moved back and forth, her hair almost covering her face as she concentrated on his erection. Posh wished desperately that her own mouth was filled in a similar manner, or, even better, her pussy.

Louise allowed David's cock to slip from between her lips. 

"Come on Becks," she said pulling his jockey pants down to his thighs. "I really need it now." 

Victoria strained forward to watch as Lou straddled David’s bound body. She saw the dark haired singer reach down and take hold of his cock, and, bunching up her short skirt under which she was naked, guide it towards her open slit. Then it was lost from view as she buried it inside the pink, inviting lips of her pussy. Supporting herself with her right foot only on the ground Louise straddled her left leg round her lover and the pillar and began to slide easily up and down his cock. 




Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 05



Beckham started to fuck her, his white backside pumping up and down slapping against the pillar to which he was fastened. Louise's moans were of pure ecstasy, and Tori felt a deep pang of desperate jealousy as she imagined the sensation of David's rampant tool inside her own soaking wet slit. 

Posh couldn't take her eyes off the couple, her ears filled with their lovemaking, her mind obsessed with the sensations Louise must be feeling. She began to make mewing sounds, her mouth clamped shut to try and reduce the noises that would only acknowledge Lou’s victory and compound her own embarrassment. 

Her ex-husband and former lover came simultaneously, the groaning they made was enough to rouse the dead as their climaxes overcame them both. Posh watched until David's glorious body had ceased moving, and his head collapsed over her erstwhile friend’s shoulders.

He looked up and smiled a knowing and satisfied smile to his ex wife and Tori looked away sobbing as she was overcome with grief.

Gradually Lou came round.

“Don’t move sweetheart,” said Lou to her bound captive, not that he could, as she moved away to her bag of tricks. Becks winced as Louise eased herself off his satisfied ever softening cock.

Seconds later she returned to the scene of the erotic crime with a long steel rod manacled at either end with ankle fasteners. Sensing further sex play, Becks allowed Lou to fasten his legs and then watched as she weighted them heavily to the floor so that he could now not move his body at all.

The lovely Miss Redknapp then revealed a pair of scissors, razor sharp. She ran the blade slowly up his chest until she reached his neck. Becks held his breath as the blades joined to cut down the tee shirt to reveal his muscled chest. She sliced through the fabric like a knife through hot butter.

“Lou … what the …” stammered David.

“Shut up you tosser,” spat Louise, “now I’ll shaft you both … I’ll teach the Beckham’s to treat everyone like shit!”

She moved the scissors down to his groin and ran the sharp edge slowly along the seam of his underpants. David’s stomach lurched as Lou mischievously slipped the blade under the white fabric and began to slice down. Slowly she cut away the final vestige of cover that the handsome footballer wore.

“Oh Lou, don’t,” gasped a still horny, but now slightly concerned, Posh, “let him free.”

“Shut it bitch,” snapped the dark haired singer, “I’m going to ruin him.”

“Noooooo!” yelled David as Lou widened the scissor blades and held them so that his semi erect cock sat nestled in the middle of the sharp edges. He really did hold his breath now as Lou brought the scissor blades together.

“Please don’t,” he whispered in desperate panic. Looking down Lou saw his knob begin to harden once more as the scissor blades increased their pressure on his manhood.

“Look Tori, your wanker of a husband is enjoying this.”

Tori closed her eyes momentarily as Beckham just groaned.

Laughing quietly as she removed the blades Lou produced a long, thin bamboo cane.

Beckham drew back slowly flat now against the pillar and received a cutting lash of the cane across his lower leg to speed his progress. David stood whimpering, scared now of what Louise Redknapp might do. He was certainly concerned that she no longer seemed mentally stable.

"Head down you wimp!" Louise barked in command. "Eyes down and do not dare to even consider looking up. You are not worthy to look at me." 

She tapped at his chest with the cane to reinforce her authority. When she spoke, it was in a mocking and condescending tone that was loaded with humiliating sarcasm. 

"Tell your ex wife then, tell her what a slut you think she is, and what a tosser you are for leaving her like you did," she snapped in irritation and tapped the tip of the cane against the head of his cock. 

Tears began to roll down his cheeks, his face was flushed red in deep embarrassment and he sniffed heavily in his misery. He knew that he had to accede to her whims of madness.

“Go on then,” she growled.

"I want you to know," his quavering voice began. 

"Louder!" Lou screamed venomously and lashed the cane at his shoulder making a low thudding noise as it whipped viciously down onto his naked flesh. 

"I want you to know," he almost shouted, "that I am a worthless tosser because of the way ...” She struck him again, a stinging lash on his bare leg just above the knee. 

His shoulders shook as he broke down crying.

“Please, please don’t,” begged Victoria not now knowing where her former friend would stop.

"More!" Louise yelled at him, her snarling face was close to his ear as she shouted in a threatening volume at the sobbing man. 

He flinched and cringed, then began stuttering nervously in between great sobs of misery. 

"Tori, listen, I should never have left you that night." 

His voice dropped a little and then rose again blurting the words out. 

"I am sorry you were raped, and I deserve all that I am getting now." He looked expectantly at Louise hoping that he had satisfied her perverted desire.

Lou's voice was lower now but firm and commanding.

“It’s never enough lover boy,” she mocked. 

With one hand Louise gripped Beckham’s hardening cock and eased it up to hold the nearly erect member out to the front, pointing directly at his bound ex wife. He closed his eyes and steeled himself in anticipation of what she was about to do. 

A great gasp came from Posh as the cane sliced down to sting across the very head of his penis. A savage and cruel blow that caused Beckham to emit a high-pitched wail of agony. 

As the pain faded Beckham’s knob was harder than it was before.

"You like this you perve don’t you, look how hard you are again,” Louise said, “You'd like me to do something about it, wouldn't you? You'd like me to suck it, wank it and thrash it wouldn’t you?”

He nodded, ashamed at the base nature of his obvious desire.

“Ohhh Lou let him go please,”

“Shut up you bitch I might not have finished with you yet!”

“You may wank yourself if you wish."

Of course he wished to, but masturbating with his hands chained behind him was impossible. He just moaned instead.

His grunts meant nothing to Lou as she raised her arm again.

The cane whipped through the air once more. The pain as she lashed David’s pulsing manhood was nauseating. Perspiration burst over his flushed face as he struggled helplessly to free his hands. Again it struck, his backside leaping upwards from the pillar as the searing agony flooded his senses. He was suffering.

In total distress Beckham hung whimpering. His shoulders were strained, his legs hurt and his cock felt like it no longer belonged to his body.

Louise stood in front of David's stretched, pain-racked body measuring her strike. The cane had been tauntingly dangled in front of his pleading eyes for long enough to allow a fearsome apprehension to, once more, flood his senses. She lifted her arm. Smack! The whipping length of wood bit into his stomach. Crack! Lengths of crimson striped across his thighs. Slash! His hardened chest rippled with the impact, as angry red wheals ridged immediately over his flesh. His yelps, squeals and shouted pleas for mercy told her she was on the right track. 

Victoria cried now almost as much as her tortured ex-husband.

Victoria would not forget this day in a hurry and he would think twice before fucking people up again. David’s shoulders, his chest, his arms and legs had all suffered merciless punishment until with his body one total mass of scarlet, Lou dropped her arm and stood before the handsome footballer panting from her exertions.

He was sobbing, uncontrollable streams of tears running down his face.

The tip of the cane toyed with his bulbous purple helmet. A couple of swift but not too vicious strikes whipped up to smack against his prominent shaft. They did not need to be severe; the pain they inflicted on his tortured manhood was already intense and crippling.

Lou circled his rock hard organ with her left hand and squeezed it until she made him moan. A creamy drop of liquid had formed at the tip of its helmet and it dripped to the floor. Then, gripping it firmly, she stroked his shaft up and down; his whole body became tense as he feared that he would cum. 

"Not yet, you don't," Louise mocked, releasing her grip. "It'll be a long time before you're allowed any pleasure. A long time. I might not even bother with you at all!" She laughed sadistically and moved her hand up his rippling, pain racked torso

Louise's delicate right hand gripped his pulsing shaft once more, her fingers closing around its great girth, the red nails standing out in deep contrast to the pale, sore skin of his cock. Her left hand stroked lightly and sensually at his powerful thigh, her fingers kneading and feeling in a rhythmic exploration of pure delight.

Becks groaned deeply and tensed his body as her thumb rubbed lightly across the top of his cock head; the velvety end throbbed its delighted response.

“Only joking lover boy!”

Lou lowered her head, her moist-red lips making just the lightest of contact with the slit end of his cock. Moving her head from side to side she smeared his drop of ejaculated lubrication with her soft pouting lips, massaging it lovingly all around the bulbous dome. 

Throughout, Louise sighed and moaned her pleasure as his obvious excitement increased. Her left hand slid up to cup his swollen scrotum, her fingers teasing as she cupped his balls tenderly in her palm.

Once more Victoria watched the erotic scene playing out before her.

Becks grunted, his thighs twitched in involuntary spasms reacting to her teasing touch. His head slunk back against the pillar; eyes closed and mouth open as he bathed in the sensations washing over him. He gasped as her soft warm mouth enveloped the head of his beaten cock to take it into her wet, warm cavern. The England footballer cried out as her tongue flicked lightly across the very tip of his knob in sensitive teasing that brought him close to his peak. That cry turned to a low animal-like growl as the very tip of her tongue drilled down into the tiny eyehole of his pulsing cock.

Louise received a terrific jolt low in her pussy as his thick, warm sperm jetted into her mouth. Gripping contractions pulsed her internal muscles to produce delightful little spears of electric sensation. Her nipples tingled and her anus gripped as spurt after spurt of his thick cream shot deep between her lips. She mewed contentedly as his orgasm shook his body to emit further little jets of sperm in erratic surges. Some spilled from her lips as she used her tongue to lap and taste every last drop of sperm from the gorgeous ex husband of Victoria Beckham.

David hung slumped in his bonds, once more thoroughly milked of his juices. Victoria stared wide eyed.

She had been beaten and now too had he.

Louise stood victorious. She faced Posh and moved slowly towards her. Her mouth was full of David’s sperm and so she could not speak.

This was her time. All the pent up frustration she had felt in wanting David whilst she could not have him and the revenge she desired after Victoria had used her was released. She had conquered both of them.

Lowering her body down to the bed Lou brought her mouth down for a kiss. Despite the fact that Louise had beaten them both and that she was pouring ejaculated sperm from David into her throat, Posh returned the kiss with all of the desire and hunger that was pent up inside of her. 

Pulling away from Victoria’s mouth, Lou kissed a trail over to one ear, and nibbled on the tender lobe leaving a trail of David’s sperm all over her former lover’s face. The dark haired singer’s breath was warm on Victoria’s ear as she whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” 

“Please,” Victoria answered. “Please fuck me. I can’t stand it any longer.” 

Lou smiled as Posh had revealed herself still to be the ultimate slut, and reached a hand down between Victoria’s legs, quickly inserting three fingers into the wetness she found there. Lou began ruthlessly pumping the digits in and out as she watched her girlfriend’s face. 

Victoria dug her heels into the mattress as she began thrusting her pelvis upward, meeting Lou’s questing fingers. 

“Do you like that, Victoria? Do you like it when I fuck you, baby?” 

“Ooohhhh yessss,” she hissed erotically as their mouths were once more entwined.

Lou pulled her lips apart from the gloriously frustrated former Spice Girl leaving a string of spunk connecting their mouths and, laughing out loud, she walked away leaving Mr and Mrs Beckham bound, beaten and utterly humiliated.

THE END

As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome. 

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