1 comments/ 36063 views/ 3 favorites Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 01 By: sfor This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma and all references not accounted for in this story are covered in the first story. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work. However by way of a link, Posh's Dilemma finished with Victoria Beckham about to dial the mobile phone of Carl, her initial lover, who had been the root cause of the blackmail that she was subjected to. Posh's Dilemma II assumes that Carl and Posh began to see each other and started an affair. For details of the recent history between Posh and Emma, Baby Spice, Posh's Dilemma Chapter 04 needs to be read. Chapter One "Moving On" It rained. It had rained all day. At first it had been a quick, warm rain blown by a gusty northern wind, but in the past hour or so the rain had become harsher. It poured down; stinging, heavy rain leaving large puddles and bouncing drops looking like off target bullets as they splashed their mark on the wet ground. A car slowed down, momentarily keeping pace with the small group on the sidewalk. The girl in the middle of the group turned towards the road, and, just as she was about to shout, a missile launched from the car and, with a true aim, struck home right into her face. "Take that you manipulative bitch!" The very pretty female felt a thud of pain crash into her and she staggered backwards dropping to her knees. She clapped a hand to her left cheek. When she took it away she saw that her palm was covered in yellow egg yolk. For a moment she just stared helplessly as the pounding rain washed the runny mess away. "You bastards," Posh Spice muttered quietly to herself. Glancing up she saw the car speed off leaving a wave of spray to lurch up into the air and break onto the opposite pavement. She tried to stand but discovered that her legs were too shaky. It had been a great shock and she struggled to speak coherently. Then the anger kicked in. Shaking herself free of her minders, Victoria launched into a tirade of abuse. "You fucking useless group of no good twats. That could've been a bullet hitting me not just a fucking egg. How the fuck did that happen?" She directed the question at the poor unfortunate burly minder who stood between her and the road. "Well?" "I…I… don't know, I'm… erm… sorry." "Sorry, sorry!" she yelled," well sorry is not good enough, not fucking good enough. You are fired you big useless twat." The large minder looked down on Posh Spice. He drank in her looks; her tight and fashionably ripped jeans, her black cotton shirt undone all the way down to her belt revealing the sides of her lovely breasts. Instead of hearing the abuse she was pouring out at him he found himself wondering how the top was held up – by tape he guessed. The erotic effect of the young woman was heightened in its beauty due to the torrential rain that had soaked her to the skin and Posh's nipples were beginning to poke through the top. She had a short sports coat on over the shirt, but this afforded little protection from the elements. "What's your name you tosser?" "Nathan," he mumbled in reply. "Well, Nathan, fuck off out of my sight. We'll pay you up to this morning but as of this minute you are looking for another job." With that Posh Spice, finding her strength again, strode off with the rest of her entourage in tow leaving poor Nathan and his 6 foot 5 frame dripping wet in the street. Posh was in New York for a week. She was on a personal tour with her husband in an attempt to "raise their profile" on the other side of the water. She collapsed into a comfy chair in their suite at the Plaza Hotel. She was soaked and glad to be alone, even though she knew several members of her security team patrolled the corridors of the hotel. Victoria looked up and saw the stunning landscape of Central Park, beautiful even in the rain. This was why she liked this hotel and she loved being near Central Park. David would be hours yet and her thoughts turned to Carl. ************************************************** Back home in Central London Emma Bunton, Baby Spice, watched the news item with interest. "… So there was no injury to Victoria, it was just the surprise of it all that shocked her and she should be fit enough to continue with her and David's promotional tour of the USA. Jim Browning News at 10, New York." Emma noticed, with interest, pictures of the tall, burly and somewhat good looking minder to whom her erstwhile band mate had been directing her anger. It should be easy to track him down, she noted mentally. "No injuries eh, well maybe this time the 'yolk's' on you, you posh whore." Emma smiled a satisfying smile to herself and picked up the phone. ************************************************** "Hi babe it's me. Yeah fucking nightmare, I can't believe someone actually threw an egg at me. Why, I have no idea? Yeah I miss you too. Listen call me in half an hour I need to get changed I'm fucking soaked. It will be a long time before David is home and I need you to liven me up. Oh, and Carl, don't forget to use this number and not my usual mobile. Yeah, speak to you soon, bye." Carl and Victoria had become lovers after the blackmail scam that saw her humiliated, mainly by Carl's group of friends, but also by Carl himself. Although Carl had returned Posh's money his mates had gone off into the sunset with £300 grand each and the memories of their time experiencing Posh Spice first hand. Carl had become closer to Victoria and they had begun to meet as often as they could. It was easy to avoid David being around but not so her security guards, and more than once the illicit pair had feared discovery. Posh Spice put down the phone and began to peel off her wet clothes, it had been a long day already and it was still only 1:30 in the afternoon. She stumbled into the shower and, as the luxurious water splashed over her naked body, Victoria wondered how she was going to tell Carl about the move to Spain and moreover, how would she continue to see him – would she continue to see him at all? Fucking David and his transfer to Real Madrid. She had encouraged it at first, but now, faced with the reality of not being in the UK very often, she doubted how good an idea it actually was. After 15 minutes of relaxation she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Taking up her mobile phone she walked into the bedroom and flopped down onto the large double bed. Posh lay dozing, slipping in and out of a light sleep as the time moved on. She glanced at the clock on the TV and saw that Carl was late with his return call. Then, just as she was growing impatient, the familiar ring tone started to play. "You call me in ten minutes – and don 't be late." Came the order. Posh swallowed hard and spoke into the phone. "Yes, that's fine. Is there anything I should do? Wear?" "Wear your sexiest underwear. And be prepared to take it off." The call ended and Victoria smiled to herself. Moving to her drawer she opened it and looked in. Letting her hands trail over the silk, Posh selected a light, red bodice with thin shoulder straps that gave way to a loose fitting top. It was slit down the front allowing easy access to her breasts with a tighter waistband and high cut into her groin fitting snugly around her bottom. It made her feel incredibly sexy as she lay back down on the bed. With no one else around Posh spread her legs as wide as they would go, put one hand to the flimsy material covering her pussy and the other to her right breast to find the erect nub of her nipple. Victoria drifted into a world of fantasy as she closed her eyes and began to masturbate. Her fingers eased beneath the black silk hiding her breast, slipping in across her soft nipple and stroking gently. She let the edge of her sharp thumbnail scratch softly along the sensitive pink button, then plucked it and twisted it enough to cause a sharp sting as it began to warm and stiffen. Victoria had found very few outlets for her sexual needs during this visit. There were security guards everywhere and David was always too tired. She had found time for a few stolen gropes of her own pussy but that had been about all. She was pissed off with being discrete – she needed sex. Posh's hand was firmly inside the material now, her knuckles straining the silk as she kneaded her breast gently and stroked her thumb back and forth across the erect nipple. She was feeling wild and hot, sighing and spreading her legs as she ran both hands up to squeeze her breasts. She was desperate for Carl to call back. She opened the front of her underwear to bare her breasts, feeling a little crackle of sexual electricity run through them as she looked lazily around. Her nipples were now firmly erect and she rolled them lightly between her thumb and forefinger as she felt the ache between her legs grow stronger. Victoria ran a hand down between her thighs and across the thin material that covered her pussy, squeezing lightly. Victoria looked around again, she felt daring, and wanted to do something outrageous. She fingered herself within the dark silk, her breathing coming faster with each passing moment. Posh heard voices on the hotel corridor that made her feel even sexier, knowing that they were so close to her without knowing anything about what she was doing. Victoria drew her knees back and spread them even wider. Her finger began to stroke up and down between the tight lips of her labia, and she gasped and involuntarily rolled her hips as the digit passed across her clitoris, gasping as she thrust first one, then two fingers deep within the tight, elastic folds of her sex. She reached into the drawer at her bedside, fumbling for a moment, until she pulled out her long, smooth, white, plastic lady shave. Sweat was beading across the surface of her body now as her heated lust met the damp humidity of the day, but she didn't care. She positioned the end of the lady shave at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed it into her body. It was thicker than any penis she'd ever had, including David or Carl, but her wetness allowed it a smooth entrance, despite the sharp, tight ache of her pussy lips as they were forced in and back. Posh groaned as she pushed the object in. It hurt, just a little, and she forced it in further so that she ached, imagining it was an invading phallus abusing her against her will. She stroked her finger against her clitoris as she pulled the lady shave back, then thrust it painfully deep once again. Posh's head rolled from side to side, and her breathing became more and more ragged as she pumped the smooth shaver inside her sex. It now hurt a little more, but the pain only added an extra exciting dimension as perspiration trickled down her body and her arousal deepened into a feverish desire. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons in her thighs visibly straining, aching, as she worked herself into a frenzy. Then the phone rang. Victoria wiped her forearm across her dripping forehead before reaching to remove, carefully, the object upon which she had impaled herself. The ring of the mobile phone disturbed her dreams. Posh slipped the invading object out of her very wet pussy allowing the soft silky material of her underwear to fall back into place and picked up the phone. "Are you ready you slut?" came the male voice. "Is your cock out Carl," she purred, still slightly breathless from her antics. Victoria reached inside the top of her underwear, freeing her breasts. She slipped the silk down her body with her free hand and tossed it onto the nearest dresser. Naked, she sat up and reached out as her hand slid onto the round decorative smooth wooden ball on the top of the bedpost. She glanced down at it for a moment, her eyes shining. "It gets lonely here sometimes, Carl," she said. "Do you know what I do when I get all horny and lonely?" "No," he said, his voice quivering with excitement. "I masturbate Do you ever masturbate, Carl?" "Only when you're not here," he said. "Let's talk about masturbating Carl," she said smiling into the phone. "Let's talk about my sticking my cock up your tight little pussy," Carl said, his voice now betraying his excitement. "Tell me about your wanking habits," Victoria teased him. "What's to tell?" "What do you think about when you jerk off?" "You, every time." "So you think about a little slut like me do you?" "Yeah." "How do you jerk off? Do you just... pump your cock, just like I would do to you?" "I'd rather fuck you," he growled. "Do you know how I masturbate Carl? I do it lots of different ways. Sometimes I just rub my hard little clit with my fingers..." She slid her hand down to her pussy slit and stroked her fingers against her clitoris as Carl listened. "Sometimes I do it on my back, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes in the shower standing up." Posh was on fire now, as she continued to rub her pussy while she talked. "I used a long, black dildo to fuck myself with yesterday," she said. "I sat on the hotel balcony naked with my legs wide apart and fucked myself with the dildo until I came." "Fuuuuuck," he groaned into the phone. "I have used all kinds of long hard objects in my pussy," she said. "Once I used a cucumber, and once I used the handle of my hairbrush. Once I fucked myself with a wine bottle. Do you know what I used the other day Carl?" "N ...n ...no," he stammered enthralled with her story. "Well you'll just have to imagine," she teased. Posh tried not to reveal how desperately aroused she was, but she couldn't help raising her right leg and putting her foot onto the floor. Straddled over the smooth wood of the bedpost, with her left knee resting on the bed and her right foot on the floor, Victoria pushed herself downwards. She rubbed her pussy against the post as Carl listened to her moans and sighs. If Posh could have seen him she would have drooled at the size of his cock sticking up straight and hard. She pushed harder and pressed her dripping pussy against the round ball at the top of the post, rubbing it against the wood as she groaned and panted heavily. She eased down, then up, then down again, working herself over the, now very slippery, wood. She groaned and shuddered as her sex lips stretched and strained. "Can you hear me Carl, I'm fucking the bedpost." He could tell she meant it and as he moaned her name he began to circle his erect cock and move the foreskin slowly back and forth. She listened to him listening to her, the heat in his voice clearly audible. She groaned as the wooden ball slid up inside her, and yelled as she sank down onto the post. The wood impaled her deep into her belly and Victoria slid off the bed completely and stood locked against it, legs and back straight as she closed her eyes and groaned weakly. "Fuck!" he moaned. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Ooohhhhh," Victoria moaned. She gripped the free wood of the post and her head rolled back as Posh shivered in heat. Then she gasped and cupped her right breast, as she held still unable to move without causing friction to her cunt. "You fucking little whore, shagging the bedpost! "Carl gasped, his hands working faster on his cock bringing him to the edge of a glorious orgasm. " Oh Yessss," she groaned. "I'm a whore. I'm a slut! Come for me Carl come now. Are you coming?" He was. "Oh yes Tori, I am, oh fuck, yes." Upon hearing his orgasm first hand, Victoria eased herself up and then rubbed her clit quickly with her free hand until she too gloried in an orgasm so strong she nearly tore her groin open. Abandoning all care Posh covered the bedpost in her sticky juices. Collapsed on their respective beds Victoria and Carl both lay exhausted listening to one another panting. Finally Victoria spoke. "I'll be home in 3 days can I see you?" "Ring me as soon as you can and I will go where ever you wish." "I love you," Posh said simply and then ended the call before she had a chance to hear his response. Now, putting her silky underwear back on, she lay back into the soft comfort of her hotel bed and waited for David to return. * * * * * Emma Bunton turned into the gravel parking area and shut down the engine. "Time to get out for a rest, I'm getting stiff." She was aching from a long day in the car. Standing on her tip toes, shoulders straining back, she felt the luxury of being able to tense her muscles. The stretching motion pulled her thin T-shirt taut across her chest and she sighed at the sensuous feel of the fabric against her nipples. She leaned forward and braced her hands on the roof of her Mercedes. "We'll soon be there," she said, "and then she won't know what's hit her." Emma smiled and then flinched as a hand touched her bare shoulders. "I can't thank you enough for this opportunity," said the man, "but I still don't understand why you hate her so much your self." "You don't need to, just trust in the fact that I do," replied Emma dismissively. His hands slipped around to the former Spice Girl's front and held her breasts gently through the thin fabric of her shirt while he kissed her neck. Emma began to arch her back, moaning with pleasure until she remembered their deal and why it was important for her to stay in control. "Nathan, no," Emma said sternly, "I offered you one night with me in return for your help, that's all and now you've had it so get the fuck off me." Emma moved away from him and got back into the car. "Come on lover boy hop in," she shouted as the car sped on its way once more, "Posh Spice here we come!" * * * * * Given the minor success of the original Posh's Dilemma it was my own dilemma as to whether or not I should write a sequel. However I missed her so much that here is the first chapter of Posh's Dilemma II. I am still not convinced a sequel ever lives up to the original billing and so I would be very grateful for feedback, encouragement, discouragement, ideas etc. Thank You. Sfor. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 02 This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work as all references not accounted for in this story are covered in there or in Posh's Dilemma II Chapter 1. ****** Chapter Two "Deceived" Nathan pulled away from the desk, freeing the cordless mouse from his grip. He leaned against the back of his chair, folded his arms and smiled to himself. He could hear the gurgle of the coffee maker as he shouted to his partner. "Emma, come here and see what I've found." Baby Spice came bounding into the room and rested her hands, palms down, on the desk at the side of Nathan. She was wearing a thin, low cut, cotton T-shirt with the word "VIRGIN" printed across the front and a pair of brief bikini bottoms. Nathan found himself staring at her breasts. When he looked up he found Emma looking back at him and smiling. "If you've found something good, and I mean really good, I might let you play later," she teased. Nathan tore his gaze away and turned their attention back to the computer screen. ****** David Beckham was in Madrid, without Victoria, to sign his new very lucrative four-year contract with Real Madrid. It was the Soccer club's first chance to start to cash in on the massive marketing potential offered to them through signing David by having his club medical sponsored to the tune of £250,000. Consequently cameras, club officials and security minders surrounded David as he made his way to the Clinica La Zarzuela to start the routine process. Just then his mobile phone rang. "Shit," he muttered to himself somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry guys I won't be a minute." Not many people had this number and so he usually answered it when it rang. "Emma, how are you? Yeah, go on then if it's quick. Oh shit, is that all yeah I can let you have that, it's…" ****** Emma had called David, Victoria's husband, a short while ago, and had pretended to be calling on behalf of his wife. Knowing that the 'lovey-dovey' Beckhams shared everything, she had told him that she was with Victoria who had forgotten the password to her email system and needed it urgently. David, not suspecting that Emma now despised Victoria, had, in his naïve haste, simply given Emma the password. Despite the fact that he was in the middle of some sort of medical in Spain and didn't really know where his wife was, Emma had laughed to herself at just how easy it had been to get the information she needed. She now watched the screen intently as Nathan opened up a very recent email. From: Carl To: Victoria Beckham Message Subject: That was fantastic! Tori, today was sensational. I know that you have asked me not to detail our meetings in writing of any kind, but the things you do to me are just so unbelievable. I don't know what I would do without you, please don't let David find out because I know that you could never leave him, and we would be finished. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I caused you so much pain with the blackmail and stuff, I hope that you have forgiven me. Can't wait to see you the next time. Love always, Carl. "Shit Nathan, this is him, the little twat who was trying to blackmail her. They must be having an affair - we have struck gold my big old security man." Emma hugged Nathan. "So can I play?" he quizzed. "Oh you can play as much as you like, " Baby replied pulling him to the floor. ****** Victoria felt a churning in the pit of her belly as Carl's fingers caressed the underside of her braless right breast. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it expertly, the loose fitting neckline of her cropped T-shirt doing nothing to hinder him. Crackling sexual electricity seemed to envelope her entire breast, and she moaned helplessly. She was hot - he knew it, and she loved it. Posh's dark hair cascaded onto her shoulders and her full breasts pressed for freedom beneath her tight shirt. Her legs were long and tanned as they disappeared into the very short skirt that she was wearing, and her heels straddled the narrow line between being sluttishly high or just daringly so. He grinned and drew back, and she grinned as well. They were in the bar of a quiet hotel in Greater Manchester. Carl pulled her onto his lap, and Victoria giggled and kissed him. They were mostly alone in the corner of the room, a situation for which they were very grateful. Victoria swallowed excitedly as she felt his hand caress her inner thigh and slip slowly higher. "You're a wicked boy," she whispered. "I know," he replied, his fingers stroking just below her knickers. She turned her head to look habitually around the room, never quite confident of their anonymity, as his touch began to arouse her. Posh jerked her head back, spreading her legs slightly as his hand wormed further into her skirt. "I…if you do much more of that I shall... embarrass us," she panted. "Embarrass us then," he replied frantically, his lust building by the second. "I just want you, here and now." She sighed, her nipples painfully erect as she began to grind herself against him. "Oh yes!" she gasped. Again she turned to make sure that no one was watching, and he used the opportunity to slip his fingers beneath the silken hem of her underwear and work a single finger inside of her. "C… Carl, please… oh yesss," she hissed, "Let's go… not here… it's like you can't wait tonight! We should... why don't we g-go somewhere?" she breathed, almost gasping. "I like it here," he said, fondling one of her nipples through her shirt. "B-but there are... people about, someone might see us," she moaned. His finger pushed deeper, and a thumb stroked up against her clitoris. "Oooooooh. Please, don't!" "You don't like that?" "I...I'm too noisy when I... Ohhh." Carl smiled, desperate to seize the moment. His hand drew back slightly, and she felt both relief and regret. But then she felt his fingers closed on the thin elastic band, tugging her thong down her thighs. She gasped, staring at him. "What are you doing?" "Shh," he ordered, sliding them out from beneath her skirt. She resisted feebly, but he easily fended her hand off, slipping them down her legs and off. Then his hand was beneath her skirt once more, and she squirmed helplessly, feeling wild and sluttish and daring as the pleasure grew and tightened its grip on her mind. "Slut," he whispered, his voice deep and gravely. "Tell me you're my slut," he whispered again. Moving his wet fingers slowly up Victoria's body, Carl caught her left nipple once more and pressed his nails into the soft pink flesh. Posh gasped and moaned, jerking against the table, at which they sat, still perched on his knee. "Say it, little fuck girl." "I'm your slut!" she moaned. Carl's hand slid down Posh's body and back between her legs. Despite herself Victoria moaned and shifted her legs apart to ease his passage, even though she had to make their act more obvious to do it. The feel of Carl's hand cupping her sex in a public bar was indescribably erotic and exciting. Victoria felt the fingers squeezing, sliding in and out, repeatedly kneading her pussy, and pressing harder, so that it ached, yet forcing pleasure up through her trembling body. "You're my fuck girl, aren't you, Tori baby?" "I'm your fuck girl," Posh moaned finally, arching her back against the table. She was on the verge of coming now, when suddenly her senses kicked in. "No Carl we have to stop," she panted. "Please, let's go to the room." "But, I like it here. It's more exciting. Just think of you coming in front of the bar, the staff and any body else within earshot of your moaning. Let's stay." Looking down into his face Posh squirmed on his thighs and, drawing on all her strength to resist, said, "No. We have to go back to the privacy of our room. Besides we have the 'toys' up there, don't we?" She smiled a radiant Posh Spice smile at him. Carl stood up, holding out his hand to pull her to her feet. "I love you," he said with an unusually intense sincerity. Victoria looked into his eyes and replied, "I know you do." She planted a firm kiss directly onto his lips. Posh followed him out into the hall and then up the stairs to their bedroom. She could feel a base excitement, derived from their extremely sensuous activity in the bar, beginning deep within her stomach. As she entered the darkened room she realised that she was holding her breath. Victoria stood quietly still, her body aching to be touched. She steeled herself for whatever Carl might do to her, hoping only that she would not reach orgasm before she'd had the chance to excite her young lover in return. She felt a movement behind her and Posh closed her eyes. Hot breath weaved over the skin of her neck and Posh withheld a gasp as knowing fingers slipped under her skirt moving down through her pubic hair and over her slit. The hot, sensitive touch of male flesh upon female flesh moved down until Victoria's crotch was covered, and then the fingers closed and cupped her mound tightly. The intrusive fondling moved away from Posh's panting body and she felt a blindfold being placed around her head. "Oh, Carl. Fuck me." She demanded, receiving a guttural moan in return. Victoria winced and jerked upwards onto her toes as her groin was, once more, toyed with. She felt her slit begin to open under the constant stimulation. Two fingers were curled, sliding up into Posh's tight pussy, while other fingers concentrated on her clit. "Oooohhhhhhh!" Victoria stood still, her head up, trying to prolong any sensations that came from her groin. Then a second hand came up, cupping Victoria's firm tits and she felt her right breast being fondled as two fingers began to roll her nipple back and forth. It rapidly stiffened and she moaned as the grip squeezed harder, fingers digging deeply into the soft flesh. First up, and then down, then from side to side. Victoria's legs were like jelly as a rushing wave of hot, sexual passion poured into her stomach. There was sizzling tension between her legs, and her clit seemed to be twice its normal size. "Oh yes, Carl FUCK MEEEEEEE!" she screamed. Posh had just closed her eyes in response to the sensations motoring through her body when she heard an unexpected, but vaguely familiar, voice. Posh stiffened; she definitely knew that voice, as the molesting hands moved away from her body. "Fuck, how long have I waited to do that? That was real good Posh, but I'm looking forward to even more fun with you." "Nath …", Victoria tried to turn her head but a hand clamped over her nose and mouth and she smelt the chloroform. ****** Victoria's eyes opened slowly, as the taste of the cloth offended her taste buds. She struggled against the binds that fastened her arms and legs and held her tied to the wooden chair. As her eyes began to focus and her mind started to fight the groggy side effects of the chloroform she saw her worst nightmare. "Look at this...our very own bitch is waking up. Good morning Mrs. Beckham, I have to say it's a pleasure to see you again." Posh closed her eyes in despair upon hearing Nathan's voice. Just then a movement at the bathroom door caused Victoria to turn her head. "Oh Fuck," she whispered when she saw the lithe frame of Baby Spice appear. "Well, hello Tori, we can call back later if you're a little tied up right now," she laughed along with her burly partner. Victoria looked up and saw Carl sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. "Carl, what's happened?" "I'm sorry Victoria, they made me do it; they made me set you up. They said that they would tell David and that it would be the end for us." "Oh Carl," said Posh resignedly, "they will do what they like now, don't you see?" Carl just stared blankly ahead. Strangely the next thought that Victoria had was to reflect upon the fact that she was still dressed in her T-shirt and short skirt, but no shoes and, of course, Carl had removed her thong. "What the hell are you going to do to me, truss me up, gag me, and torture me?" Emma looked to Nathan, half-smiling. "She's got quite an imagination, hasn't she?" They both stared at her, chuckling at her humiliation. Nathan moved and Victoria felt his presence behind her. Reluctant tears welled in her eyes and spilled over onto her beautiful cheeks. As her situation sunk in a little more her sobs became deeper and choked with misery and fear. She felt his hands on her bare shoulders, and cringed, weeping, as he gently caressed her soft skin, then moved up to comb his fingers soothingly through her long dark hair. "Please," she begged. "Please!" "Shhh," he whispered. He leaned in so she could feel his breath against her cheek. Victoria whimpered as she felt him pulling on her arms and pinning them together with one large hand. She felt more rope against her soft flesh, encircling first one arm and then, as they were pulled closer together, the other. "Please!" she gasped. "Y…You're hurting me!" "Carl, help me please," she pleaded. But her lover sat impotently in his chair and just watched. Victoria noticed with disgust the bulging shape at his groin as he clearly found her predicament a turn on. Her arms were pulled back painfully far, her forearms, and then her elbows, squeezed together by the new white rope. She whimpered fearfully, gasping as she felt a pull on her hair, a pull that forced her head up and back. She was breathing in short, desperate little pants now, almost light headed, in danger of fainting with the shock of it all. "What do you want?" she sobbed. "That's the beauty of it," teased Emma. "We only want our revenge and the fun filled satisfaction that it will bring to us. So all of your manipulation, your promises and your constant conniving will have no effect here. You will do as we say until we get tired and bored, it's as simple as that" Posh's hair was released but her arms were bound tightly behind her, forcing her proud tits into even greater prominence. Moving to her front Nathan gripped her breasts in his fingers and began to squeeze. Posh twisted in pain as he left red marks on her skin. "No, please leave me alone. I'm so sorry for what I did to both of you," she cried. It gave both Emma and Nathan great satisfaction to see Victoria half sobbing, half moaning as her former security guard tugged on Posh's thickly erect nipples through her thin cotton T-shirt. "You stand for everything that has been denied to me in my life, and it makes me sick to see you abuse your status in the way that you do," he spat. Posh knew then that she really was in trouble. "So," started Emma, "now that we have you we must decide what to do with you." Posh groaned with despair as Baby Spice and her well built partner laughed heartily. "How would you like David to find out about you and young lover boy over here?" Emma questioned. Victoria's face went pale. "Don't worry," Baby said. "It won't happen today. But this will be waiting here for you should you not follow our instructions to the tee." Emma waived a dossier at Posh. "Tomorrow you will logon to your email at 10am," she continued, "and we will send you the information for your first humiliation. You will follow the details we supply to the letter otherwise the copied emails and taped conversations we have had with Carl will be sent to David and several Daily National newspapers at the same time." Posh looked horrified. "What, you didn't think we were going to get our revenge over with here and now did you? Nathan and I are not into abduction and rape or anything like that," she smiled, "despite the fact that you almost raped me the last time we met." Emma's face was just inches from Victoria's as she spat out the last few words. "No, we prefer the long drawn out humiliation, the kind that happens over and over again and really makes you regret your past actions. "Bring that sorry, looking, pathetic boy over here," Baby issued the order to Nathan. Despite his struggles Carl was easily dragged to his feet and positioned standing with his groin directly in front of Posh's face. Each of his wrists was then tied to one of the old original oak beams above his head, leaving him not quite hanging, but generally in a very uncomfortable position! Carl tried to control his breathing, but the tight pull along the entire length of his body made that impossible. Instead his breath came in short raggedy bursts, in an almost excited manner with the anticipation of what might now happen. Baby Spice approached him and began to rake her sharp fingernails over his already naked chest and stomach. She could see his erection bursting to get out. "My, my you are an eager little beaver Carl," Emma mocked. Slowly lowering her hands, she sought the zipper to his jeans and began pulling it down. Carl moaned and Posh, looking up, swallowed hard. Getting his jeans off was awkward. She had to unbuckled the belt strap and pull them down his legs and over his feet. She was hoping he wouldn't kick her because then Nathan would have to intervene and the moment would be lost. "Look at that hard on," she teased as Nathan twisted Posh's head forcing her to look directly at Carl's groin. "Imagine that in your mouth. Oh, I almost forgot, you don't have to imagine do you?" Emma moved to the waistband of his boxer shorts and slowly wound them down. His cock became trapped under the elastic until, as the material moved lower, it sprung free and erect to its full and bursting length. Victoria had to move her head slightly to avoid touching his organ; he was that near to her. Emma smiled and took Carl's cock in her hands, squeezing it hard. Staring down at his solid length, she groaned with her own desire and began to move the foreskin backwards and forwards just inches from Posh's face. Emma lifted her hand to her mouth, spat into it and then returned it to his cock, jerking him faster, lubricating him. "The idea is that I carry on like this for a while and then you come," she stated simply. "F…f…fuckkkk!" he groaned, his cock twitching with orgasmic life into Emma's hand. Victoria stared at his cock, her mouth hanging open, until she finally realised where his sperm was going to land. "No Emma, please don't, not like this." "Oh okay. You know what Posh, being the slut that you are I'll let you finish him off. Come on Nathan let's go and … erm … play some more in private." Nathan moved to his beautiful captive and released her from the rope ties, all except her wrists and ankles. Emma turned to go saying," Don't forget to check your email in the morning." "No … Emma … please, come back." But the door of the hotel room was closed behind them. Posh sat bound to a chair with Carl, also bound, hanging naked in front of her, his massive erection just inches from her mouth. "Bollocks!" she shouted. "You stupid bastard for getting us into this, and you cowardly bastard for not helping me. How the fuck am I going to get out of here? And what will those two have lined up for me now?" Carl looked down at her. His cock twitched at the feel of her hot breath as she yelled. Posh looked once, and then twice, at the large purple head staring at her. Initially she had dismissed the idea, but now the slut inside of her was taking over and she felt drawn to him. Leaning forward she planted a light kiss on the small slit at the end of his shaft. He groaned. "Carl, I'm going to suck you off now, mainly because I am feeling so horny, so listen to me and listen well. Once I've finished and freed myself from here, we're over. I never want to see your face again and if you ever breathe a word of what we've done I'll have every bone in your body broken." Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 02 Carl remained silent, his most immediate concern being the act Posh was about to perform on him. Reaching out with her tongue she licked the underside of his thick shaft. Then moving her head forward she took him into her mouth keeping her large doe eyes on him as she did so. Carl was almost beside himself with desire as the warm, wet interior between her full, red lips combined with her sharp darting tongue and made him want to come almost straight away. Posh began to suck on his swollen knob with an enthusiastic eagerness, as she lapped at his length with long and lavish strokes of her tongue. Carl responded with groans of delight as he realised that he was about to come. Posh grunted as the first drops of his seed began to spill out in a pre orgasmic manner and then he was over the edge. Arching his back as far as his bonds would allow Carl thrust hard into her mouth and exploded for all he was worth. Victoria gulped down his sperm as fast as she could and then pulled her head back slightly. She could see, in close up, his stomach and abdomen muscles struggling to calm down as she moved again to lick the final drops of thick white spunk from his cock. Finally, regaining his composure a little, Carl spoke. "Listen Tori, I am so sorry but, you know, we could work through this and …" "Carl just shut the fuck up. What I said earlier still stands. I never want to see you again." Posh strained her arms as much as she could, pulling on the knots around her wrists. As the first one began to loosen she grunted in satisfaction, knowing that she would soon be free, but for what, now that she was at the virtual mercy of Emma Bunton and Nathan her former security guard? "BOLLOCKS!" ****** The content for Chapter 3 is still very much on the drawing board. So if you would like to see Posh humiliated in a particular way or involving another celebrity please let me know. Don't forget to vote. Thanks, Sfor. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 03 POSH’S DILEMMA II – Moving On. This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work as all references not accounted for in this story are covered in there or in Posh’s Dilemma II Chapters 1 and 2. ****** Chapter Three “Humiliated” Victoria smiled at David as she lay contentedly across his lap. She had a glass of chilled white wine in one hand and lazily stroked her husband’s groin with the other. She wore a pair of high cut black silk knickers but was otherwise naked. Posh Spice sighed blissfully, knowing that she was safe in her husband’s arms grateful for the fact that he had forgiven her indiscretions and now knew all about her affair and the seedy blackmail that accompanied it. David had been outraged at first but once he had forgiven Victoria he acted swiftly to put an end to it all. Now they were even more close and in love than before. At least that’s the way Victoria wanted the situation to be as she stepped out into the extensive driveway of ‘Beckingham Palace’ and headed for her car. All that the email from Emma had said was “Go to Golden Bodies Gym at 2pm today.” What for, why? She knew that it would be unsavory and humiliating in some way, and she guessed that she was about to find out. ****** Victoria screeched to a halt in the empty car park at the rear of the Gym. Stepping out of the car she made her way towards the side entrance. Posh paused briefly and swallowed hard when she read the notice. “Gym closed today for a private party.” She knew that she was to be the private party and so she pushed the door open. It was dark inside and Victoria groped her way around the darkened corridors. The trainer’s changing facility was just off the main hallway and she could see a light shining beneath the door. Reaching the threshold she hesitated momentarily, and then knocked. "Who is it?" "It’s Victoria," she called out reluctantly. There was a short silence, then the handle turned and the door swung open. A tall powerfully built man stood in the doorway, clad in a blue tracksuit, the zip of the top open almost to his waist revealing a muscled torso beneath. Beads of sweat showed on his forehead and she guessed he had been exercising. He smiled when he saw that it was her, baring his straight white teeth. "Come on in," he said. Victoria stepped past him into the room. As she glanced round she began to feel uncomfortable. All about the floor were weights and exercise equipment, and on the walls were photos of women, all naked and in all kinds of poses, some of them bound or chained. As she gazed about she heard the man close the main entrance door, followed by the unmistakeable sound of a shooting bolt. She began to wish she had not come, but knew, deep down, that she had no choice. She turned to face him. He was still smiling, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Posh had to admit that he was very handsome and she shivered, realising for the first time the inadequacy of the short T-shirt and skirt in conserving her modesty. She tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to cover her exposed stomach. He grinned, enjoying her embarrassment. "Hi Victoria," he said at last, somewhat sarcastically, “I’m Dale and I’m your personal trainer for the afternoon.” Posh cringed as he emphasised the word personal. "Oh, erm, right," she mumbled. Posh stood and gazed stupidly at him, now thoroughly ill at ease, her hands still tugging at the hem of the T-shirt, wishing she had put on some underwear. But that was what the email told her to do. “Wear no knickers,” it had said. "Sit down," he said, indicating a small hard backed chair in the centre of the room. She hesitated, glancing back at the bolted door behind her. There seemed nothing else for it. She sat gingerly down, conscious of the short brown suede skirt that she had been told to wear. Posh pressed her legs tightly together, tucking the front of the skirt into the gap at the top of her legs. She felt the material pull downwards but it still exposed a generous expanse of tanned thigh. "Do you like to work out?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders with indifference. "You should, it's good for you." Victoria smiled bleakly. She stared at him, her mind reeling. So that was it, he wanted to feast his eyes on her skimpily clad body whilst she performed for him on the equipment. He wanted to watch her work out on his machines. But she was so inadequately dressed. How could she possibly hope to retain her modesty in a T-shirt and skirt that even now was threatening to expose her openly, given that she wore no knickers? Was there just him here? Somehow she doubted it. The trouble was, there was no alternative. Victoria knew she couldn't walk out on this; it was all part of Emma’s plan and that bastard Nathan. She wanted to cry. She looked at him in a very nervous and reluctant way and said, "Just a work-out?" He grinned and nodded. "Have ... have you got some clothes I could wear?" He laughed and shook his head. It was the T-shirt and skirt or nothing. Victoria slipped off her shoes and followed ‘her trainer’ out into the main exercise hall. "Where do I start?" She asked, facing up to the inevitable. He grinned at her and a lecherous smile crept onto his face. His eyes flicked briefly to the left indicating that Victoria was to move onto the Leg Curl machine. She groaned inwardly, realising immediately that this meant that she would be straightening her legs under weighted duress and revealing a great expanse of tanned flesh to Dale. She got slowly to her feet and moved to the toning machine in question. She sat down on the black leather, her sweat-covered legs sticking to the seat where her skin touched it directly. She swung one leg over the middle control piece, which forced her thighs to stretch the suede skirt out to its maximum width and revealed the darkened recesses of her groin. Dale smiled openly. Posh writhed uncomfortably. She positioned her feet under the chrome bars and tensed her calf muscles ready to pull upwards. He set the timer for ten minutes. “Okay, go,” he instructed. Victoria grunted as her hamstrings stretched and the weights came up. It was hard work and she could feel herself slipping forward in the chair as the suede of her skirt stuck to the leather seat leaving her gradually exposing more and more of her thigh as she strained to lift the leg weights. “Oh, shit,” Posh groaned as her legs gave way and the weights plummeted back down to their base. “Do it again!” he growled simply but definitely. Victoria heaved her legs again. Dale sat directly opposite her and watched as inch by inch her naked thigh gave way to her groin and the edges of her pubic hair came into view. She flushed red as he openly stroked his erection through his tracksuit whilst watching her workout. Five more times he made her lift the leg weights until her legs were like jelly and she could lift no more. “Okay, stop.” Posh collapsed back in the seat her skirt bunched up round her groin and her perspiring breasts clearly outlined against her thin T-Shirt. “Please,” she begged, “no more.” "You’ve only just started slut,” he mocked. "What next?" “The exercise bike I think." Wearily, she climbed to her feet, still breathing heavily. The shirt was beginning to stick to her body with the sweat, emphasising the shape of her breasts, and she straightened her skirt The bike stood in the corner of the room, all gleaming chrome, with a thin leather saddle. He set the tension and then he stood back, watching her expectantly. Gingerly Victoria stepped over the centre of the machine and hoisted herself up onto the thin saddle. Her legs were still numb from the leg machine. It was set high very much to suit his purpose and not to assist Victoria in any way, and she felt exposed sitting astride it. She tried to pull the skirt down over her thighs again and to tuck it between her legs, but really, to no avail. "OK," he said. "Away you go." Posh put her feet up on the pedals and began to turn them. It was harder than she had expected, and she found herself leaning forward and pushing hard. As she did so the T-shirt rode up her back, so that a large tanned patch of perspiration sheened naked flesh was exposed. Posh’s main embarrassment existed between her legs where her motions revealed tufts of her neatly trimmed pubic hair from beneath the brown suede. Dale grinned happily. "That's better," he said. "The view isn’t normally this good!" Victoria reddened with shame, aware of her predicament, and equally aware that she was helpless to do anything about it. She rode on, developing a rhythm beginning to work up a sweat once again. Her breasts danced up and down as she pedalled, clearly outlined beneath the T-shirt. The skirt rode higher now; revealing her pink lips astride the long, thin saddle. As she strained, the leather ridge of the seat rubbed against her naked pussy and began to raise a stir between her legs. Posh felt a wetness develop and spread to her thighs as the constant motion teased her clitoris into a lustful twitch. Posh suddenly she found herself gyrating her groin against the saddle, and moving her hips back and forth in a new rhythm designed more for her own excitement than the cycling. She tried hard to hold back the feeling that was welling up inside her and she concentrated on the clock. Two minutes to go. She forced herself to think of other things, of David, her family, her next TV appearance, but all the time her body was thrusting down on that thin ridge of leather. Victoria looked up and saw that he was watching her closely and wondered if he was aware of her stimulation. Then she looked down and realised that the saddle was glistening with moisture, and she knew that he could see it too. She checked the clock. There was one more minute to go. She must hold out for sixty more seconds and not let herself be overcome whilst he was watching. On she pedalled. The seat was becoming slippery now as her wetness increased. Once again she felt her passion threatening to overwhelm her as the hard leather stimulated her between her legs. She could feel that her pussy and clitoris were swelling and her nipples had come erect beneath the T-shirt such that they projected proudly, clearly visible through the increasingly damp garment. The shirt was riding up almost to her shoulders now, revealing the delicious tanned sides of her bra-less breasts. The seconds seemed like minutes. Would it never stop? Then the timer sounded, and she ceased pedalling gratefully, though she found herself momentarily unable to control her hips, which were still moving her pussy back and forth over the ridge of hard leather. With an enormous effort of will she peeled herself from the saddle and climbed off the bike. She stood beside it, panting with exertion, and with the residue of her lust. He came across and examined the machine. He ran his finger over the saddle. It came off wet. He held it up to her and grinned. "Enjoy that did you?" Posh didn't reply. Then she realised that the skirt was still around her waist, and she yanked it back down clumsily over her legs. "What now?" she asked. "The weights." He indicated the weight machine. She looked concerned at the long padded bench and the complicated sequence of wires and pulleys attached to a block of large weights. Hanging above the bench was a long steel bar with rubber handgrips. "Just lie on the bench." Victoria sat down on the edge of the bench, then swung her legs up and lay back. "Just one thing," he said. "You will need these." She looked at him, puzzled. "What?" "These." Taking advantage of her disorientation he quickly slid in a pair of handcuffs from either side of the bar and took the confused Victoria’s wrists in his large grip. Snap! Snap! Before she realised what he was doing he had snapped the cuffs around her left and then her right wrist. It was too late and Posh realised that she had been tricked. Even before she could cry out he had hold of her right ankle, pulling it down to the floor. She began trying to kick free, but he was too strong for her. From his pocket he produced a reel of sticky duct tape and bound her leg to the chrome support of the bench. Then he took hold of her other leg, gripped it hard and yanked it over the edge of the seat, where he secured it in a similar way. Then he stood back to admire his handiwork. Victoria was trapped and helpless, her arms stretched wide apart above her head, her body pulled tight by the tape on her ankles. The skirt was once again riding up, exposing her wide-open pussy for his intense scrutiny. She stared at him fearfully. What a fool she'd been to fall for this. Now she was really in trouble. Dale crossed the room to a cupboard in the corner. He rummaged in a drawer for a short time, then reached in and pulled out a long ivory coloured dildo. It was about nine inches long and smoothly curved. It was the most wicked looking phallus she had ever seen. He weighed the instrument in his hand, as if handling it for the first time. Then, holding it in front of him, pointing upward, he approached her. She shrank back in fear at the sight of the dildo so close to her. He brought it down and let its cold substance touch her thigh. She shivered as he grinned at her discomfort. Then he grabbed the hem of the skirt and bunched it all the way up to her waist. Taking the low neckline of Victoria’s T-shirt he tore it, effortlessly, down the middle so that the two halves sprang apart, revealing the cleavage of her breasts. Posh presented a delightful sight, her hands held high in front of her, emphasising her vulnerability. Her breasts, firm and rounded, were parted slightly, making a small valley between them, the dark nipples forming prominent peaks on either side. Her belly was flat, her pubic hair neatly trimmed to a dark triangle. Her long, slim legs were forced wide apart, revealing her open lips to him, as if in invitation. He moved to her side, placing his hand flat on her stomach. She wriggled slightly, staring fearfully up at him. His hand moved up to her breast. "Don't!" she pleaded. He grinned and cupped the underside of her breast, enjoying its smooth softness. He worked it round, feeling the nipple, rubbing it between his large fingers. Almost at once the nipple began to harden, as Victoria responded to his touch. She closed her eyes, wishing that her body would not betray her. He focussed his attention onto her other breast now and she felt that respond to him as well. Despite herself, she found her body reacting to his caresses. He continued the stimulation, squeezing and kneading her pliant breasts whilst Posh writhed beneath him. He leant over and began sucking at one of her nipples, which now stood hard and proud, inviting his lips. She groaned aloud as she felt his mouth close over it, sucking hard, his tongue flicking at the tip whilst his hand continued to work on the other. He lifted his head from her and looked her in the eye. "Like that, do you?" Victoria closed her eyes, ashamed. His mouth returned to her nipple, but she felt his hand leave her other breast and begin sliding down across her rib cage, over her stomach and down, past the bunched up skirt, towards her groin. "No!" she said, struggling hopelessly. But the hand continued its journey, pausing slightly to stroke her pubic hair, and then down between her legs, sliding between the outer lips of her pussy and finding her swollen clitoris almost at once. She let out a gasp as she felt him take it between his fingers. A warm wetness rose within her as his hands toyed with her, teasing her clitoris into life so that she could feel it swelling. His fingers stroked round it with a circular motion, barely touching it, making her cry out in frustration. "No!" she said again, but her aroused body was saying the opposite. She flung her head from side to side as he continued to suck her nipples and tease her pussy. She felt her juices running freely. She knew she would soon be unable to contain them and she blushed with shame at the thought of him seeing this blatant betrayal of her arousal. He moved down the bench so that he was sitting between her open thighs, studying her wet, pink slit, pulling apart the lips and increasing her exposure still further. He reached for the dildo, and she watched with apprehension as he stroked its length suggestively, still studying her almost naked body. He ran the phallus up the inside of her thighs, its coldness against her skin making her shiver. He pressed it harder to her flesh, sliding it ever further up toward the top of her legs. She groaned with the feel of it, knowing where it would go next. The end of the dildo was thick and knobbly, about an inch in diameter. He held it steady in his right hand whilst forcing apart her cunt lips with the other. Then, slowly, he began pushing the end of the object up against them, twisting it as he pushed. With a gasp of uncontrolled lust she felt it enter her vagina, its coldness causing the muscles to contract, almost pushing it out again. But he held her steady and began gently pressing it further in, continuing to twist it as he did so, so that the friction stimulated her deliciously. “Oooohhhhhh!” Further and further in he pushed. Victoria, now completely out of control, strained to widen her legs still further to accommodate the dildo that was working her up to such a frenzy, pressing on the floor with her legs to raise her backside from the bench, offering her slit to him in the most lewd and wanton manner, caring only for the object upon which she was becoming impaled. He had forced it in to the hilt, and he twisted it again, bringing a hoarse, animal-like cry from her lips. He reached up and ran his hands over her stiff nipples. Her entire body was in a state of delicious tension now as she strained upward. A film of sweat had broken out on her body, making her breasts glisten in the harsh light of the room. Her mind was a whirl. She knew he shouldn't be doing this to her. She knew too that she should be fighting it, that he had no right to strip her and abuse her in this way. But the sheer eroticism of the situation overwhelmed her. Here she was, almost naked, bound and helpless, her breasts and pussy bare and unprotected, and being subjected to the most intimate assault imaginable, and she was responding with a lustful passion she had not known herself capable of. “F…f…fucckkkk!” He began moving the dildo in and out, twisting it gently as he did so, allowing the smooth surface to stimulate her clitoris, so that she whimpered quietly with pleasure. It was moving easily now, lubricated by her juices, sliding up inside her, giving her a shock of delight and then slipping back again until only the very end remained inside her. “Oh my …” Victoria moaned in response to the repeated assault on her body. His movements became faster now. A new urgency seemed to have gripped him and he rammed the dildo hard into her. She responded, thrusting her hips up at him, stretching her legs still wider, so that her clitoris stood proud. He reached for her breasts, which were dancing deliciously to the rhythm of his thrusts. His hand closed, around her firm, soft globes, rubbing the nipples, still damp with his saliva and her sweat. He could see that she was close to her climax. She too realised that she was about to humiliate herself by submitting to him in such an obvious and degrading manner. But her lust was too great. She was crying out now with every stroke, her bottom slapping up and down on the bench as she thrust her groin up at the object of her assault. Then he felt her body stiffen, and she arched herself back, clear of the bench. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 03 “Yesssssssss, I’m com…. Ohhhhhh fuckkkk!” He slowed his movements, trying to control her, to delay and then prolong the climax that he knew was close. He played her like an instrument, bringing her to the brink with his careful manipulation, sensing her reaching her peak and then stopping, so that she remained suspended on the edge, her body still bent backwards in delightful tension, her breath coming in harsh bursts, her eyes shut tight. Then, at last, Victoria could hold it no longer, and with a cry from deep in her throat she finally succumbed to her passion, the sheer animal pleasure of her orgasm washing over her as her juices almost ejaculated out. Her hips thrust hard at the dildo as she released her lust, abandoning herself completely with no thought for modesty or decorum, naked and red-faced in Golden Bodies Gym. “Aaahhhhhhh!” He continued, his thrusts, slowing them now though, as he felt the ebbing of her orgasm. The stiffness began to leave her limbs, and her body sank back onto the bench, into the pool of wetness that had flowed from her. His movements became less and less, until finally he stopped, leaving the object embedded in the gorgeous former Spice Girl. Victoria lay back, exhausted and ashamed at the wanton nature of her display. Her breathing was still heavy, her exquisite breasts rising and falling as she fought to regain her breath. She couldn't believe what had happened and that her body had betrayed her so much by giving this depraved pig his pleasure. She closed her eyes; wishing the ordeal would end, that he would free her, allow her to cover herself, to hide her from his gaze. But when she opened them again he was still there, and she was still explicitly exposed. He spoke at last. "That was fun, wasn't it?" She turned away. "Will you let me go now?" she whispered. He grinned and then she heard the applause. Looking to the left of her shoulder the bound Posh Spice nearly died with shame as first Emma and then Nathan appeared from behind a one-way glass partition, but, as if that wasn’t bad enough, they were followed by a steady stream of people who had clearly been the witnesses and audience to the lustful scene played out before them. “Em...Emma...” Victoria stuttered, “How could you do this to me?” “Shut up whore,” replied Emma quickly. “But I have to say that was a great show, and I have the stills and video here to prove it.” Once again Posh had been captured on film. “But, I am the only one with a camera of any sort, and so long as you follow our instructions, the pictures will stay with me.” Posh felt that she was supposed to be grateful, but she just closed her eyes and squeezed a tear out from between her long dark lashes. Emma spoke again. “Thanks Dale. Free her now and we can move onto to the next little chore.” Posh swallowed hard when she felt Dale’s strong hands once more upon her body and she half wished that the bulging erection he displayed beneath his shorts would replace the dildo, which was slipped easily out from between her legs. Victoria watched her audience file out of the room as Dale uncuffed her wrists and released her ankles. She sat up on the bench, her pussy, soaking wet from the shameful orgasm he had forced out of her, was gaping wide. Posh massaged her wrists, flinching as the blood started to flow again. “What now Emma?” she whispered with resignation. Emma smiled and nodded in a direction behind Victoria’s right shoulder. She turned her head to see Dale stroking his cock, which was no longer confined by his tracksuit but out in the open for all to see. Dale looked down at Posh and indicated for her to follow him. She made to stand up. “Crawl bitch,” Nathan growled. Victoria sobbed as she got down onto all fours and crawled after Dale. Nathan smiled at Emma as they looked down at her pert little bottom and swollen pussy staring back at them. “Where are we going?” she asked as he turned onto a flight of metal stairs. “Just keep following,” he replied as she struggled to keep her balance on the stairs. Then Dale pushed open a door, which revealed that they were on a balcony. Posh groaned when she saw how exposed it was. There were shops and apartments directly facing them, a fact which did not seem to bother Dale who stood with his cock pointing rigidly northwards. “Suck bitch, and make sure you swallow.” Almost demurely Posh looked up at him. Her large eyes innocently begging. But begging for what. She was supposed to feel humiliated but she only felt exhilarated at the prospect of sucking him off in public. The fact that he could surely make her perform the lewd act irrespective of whether she was being blackmailed or not only served to intensify her feeling of incredible desire. His words fired Victoria's imagination. “Hands behind your back! Don’t use them.” A warm flush of excitement filled Posh from head to toe as she contemplated doing what she had really been longing to do since she first saw the very fit trainer. She would, indeed could, not flinch from performing this act in front of the buildings and the heat began to spread once more between her own legs. Obediently she interlaced her fingers behind her back and half opened her mouth, ready to receive his cock. The feel of it surprised her as it pushed awkwardly against her cheek with eager force, heightened by the fact that she was unable to use her hands to steady him. Words of encouragement came from around the table as Nathan and Emma appeared and Posh enveloped the stiff flesh with her lips. “Oh, fuck, yes” he groaned. Emma was desperate to fondle herself but was too conscious of the exposed nature of where they were. Victoria’s tongue flicked the purple end where a drop of thick, white liquid resided and she sighed with the pleasure of it. She opened wider and slowly the long, thick prick was fed into her willing mouth, the top of the hard shaft rubbing against the roof while she licked the underside with her tongue. A loud groan told her that Dale was enjoying it just as much as she was and, encouraged, she moved her head rapidly back and forth so that she could tongue the length of him more vigorously. The presence of Emma and Nathan, together with the public display that she was a part of, quickly receded from her mind so that all she was aware of was the lusty cock and the man attached to it. By now several onlookers had gathered at the windows opposite to watch this amazing act being performed. Victoria was too engrossed to care. Moving her tongue away from his shaft Posh took his testicles into her mouth one by one fully enveloping them. She listened to him groan and wanted desperately to use her hands to jerk him off even quicker. “Oh you slut, you fucking whore,” he moaned as she moved back to his rigid length. Then he felt it working up slowly from his balls, the gush of on rushing seed. He held her head in place, although in truth she would have stayed anyway, as she sucked and licked him to a climax of tidal proportions. “Fuuuuccckkkkk!” he yelled as he filled her throat with his sperm. To the side of him, Emma gripped her own pussy through the tight faded jeans that she wore. Nathan just watched open mouthed as Victoria sucked the trainer absolutely dry. Dale’s orgasm subsided such that he was left twitching short thrusts into her mouth. Victoria moved her head away from him slightly and reviewed the sticky residue still in place. The tangy, sweaty, bitter smell of fellatio heightened the eroticism of the act that she had just performed and she moved her little pink tongue towards him once more, groaning as she licked up the remaining spunk drops from his slackening member. Satisfied that she’d sufficiently cleaned his cock, Dale withdrew from her mouth and stuffed it back inside his tracksuit. “See. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” “No, Dale,” she said, wiping her mouth on her arm, “It was fucking great.” Emma looked amazed, not believing what she had just heard her former band mate say and Posh couldn’t believe she had said it either. Here she was, having been abused and made to orgasm in front of an audience by a stranger then forced to crawl after him before sucking him off, and she was as horny as fuck. “Hold her up against the wall,” demanded Baby Spice. Taking Posh’s slim wrists in his huge hands Dale pulled her easily to her feet and held her high, tightly stretched against the brick wall of the balcony. For the first time Victoria could see the many faces eagerly watching her humiliation from the balconies and windows opposite. Her beautiful face shivered in the cold air as she waited nervously for their next move. Emma moved to her erstwhile friend and began to feel up the inside of Victoria’s right leg whilst cupping her own denim-covered pussy with her free hand. She traced the firm, tanned thigh muscles as she brushed under the short suede skirt making her way up to the warm triangle at the top of Posh’s legs. Victoria tried to jerk away as Emma’s hand explored her but the tight grip in which she was held gave her no choice but to endure, and enjoy, the constant fondling. Baby pushed her hands between Victoria’s thighs forcing her legs apart. “Mmmmm,” Posh moaned closing her eyes. Dale’s face was just inches from hers as he watched with glee the act being performed by the two former Spice Girls. Emma was pleased to find that her captive was already quite wet as she slowly moved her hand further up Victoria’s quivering body altering her path so that she could cup the held girl’s left breast firmly in her roaming hand. “Oh, Emma, don’t please,” but Posh was becoming lost in her own lust. She moaned softly as Emma started to fondle her nipple soon making it stiff and erect. Despite her protestations she didn’t want it to stop. Moving her hand back down, Emma pushed Posh’s brief skirt upwards before inserting a single finger easily into her open lips making sure to feel her former friend’s labia oozing with her juices. “My, my we are more than a little turned on here aren’t we?” Emma revelled in the effect she was having on her captive. Victoria began to push her hips forward in order to rub her hardening clitoris against the stationary digit. Shivers of excitement jolted through her body, which was still held fast by the powerful human manacles. Emma pulled her finger free. “Let’s see what you taste like you little slut,” she mocked. Posh watched open mouthed as Baby lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked along its moistened length with her tongue. “Very nice, I wonder if you have ever tasted yourself. I bet you have you posh whore. Strip her.” “No, please.” Victoria gasped as Dale moved his free hand and tore away at the remnants of her T-shirt leaving her full and rounded breasts to spill free. He paused in his effortless work to admire her part naked body and ripened nipples before turning his attention to her short skirt. A few tugs at the side zip and Posh was left helplessly naked still pinned up against the cold brick wall. Momentarily she glanced up and noticed the lewd stares of her surprised audience. Even though she was sure no one would recognise her, she still felt terribly exposed. “You’ve got a great fucking body Tori, I’ll give you that,” said Emma flatteringly. “I wish now that I had taken advantage of your sexual offer a few weeks ago.” Emma moved even nearer to her captive. “Still, no time like the present.” She cupped her hand over Posh’s mound. “Is David as good as this?” she asked casually. Victoria flinched gasping at the intrusive touch of two of Emma’s fingers as they began to rub gently over her pussy. “I’ll make you feel really good, Tori darling,” Baby spoke softly close to Posh’s ear and then she kissed her gently. Victoria’s soft, moist lips peeled apart as she moaned into Emma’s feather like kiss. Emma tasted the salty mix of Posh’s saliva mixed with the remains of Dales sperm. “Ohhh,” she sighed involuntarily as Baby’s fingers found her clitoris and gently teased it into erection. Victoria quivered as the digits slid up into her and the thumb circled her blood-engorged clit. Emma ended the passionate kiss, their lips peeling apart, saliva connecting them until the last possible moment whereupon Victoria felt a moist trail slide down onto her neck and then her breasts. Emma was making love to her and she was enjoying every moment of it. “Yessssss!” “Oh, Tori, Baby.” Baby’s teeth nipped at an erect right nipple sucking in the solid bud as Posh softly undulated her hips upwards trying to absorb more and more pleasure as Baby still toyed with her pussy. Victoria’s mouth was open and inviting, her head thrown backwards resting on the rough red brick wall. “Do you want an orgasm Tori sweetheart?” Emma asked. “Yes, please …” Came the urgent reply. “She’s all yours Nathan, make sure you fuck her good. Come on Dale with me, I want to give you your bonus.” “No, please,” gasped Posh as Dale released her arms and, cupping Emma’s bottom, walked back into the main building. Posh was still quivering with unspent lust as Nathan closed in on her. Her back was shoved up against the brick wall, as her arms were once more pinned over her head at the wrists with one of Nathan’s large, powerful hands. He buried his face in close to her, his chin sinking into her collarbone. His voice growled into her ear. "Yell at me now bitch and see where it gets you." His tongue flicked across her neck. He found flesh just around her ear that, against her better judgment, made her gasp. "Do you know how much I’m going to enjoy this?" Posh whimpered as his knee shoved harshly between her thighs and his fingers worked their way into her alternating between erotic ministration and rough punishment. "I know what you really are and all about you. You think you can treat me like shit. Well you can’t, whore." His teeth nibbled around her neck, licking her, making her moan. She writhed at the feeling of his fingers inside her as they pushed around her clitoris. She had never felt anything so harsh before. "Nathan, you’re hurting me," she tried to whine, but her moans escaped instead. As he pushed her harder against the wall, his hands moved to unzip his trousers. Victoria’s arms fell to her sides. "Do you like it?" he whispered into her neck. She tried to cross her legs and close her eyes but she could do neither as she saw Nathan standing in front of her, his cock bare and hard. She couldn't want this. But she did, so badly. His hand prised apart her thighs, as he pushed his groin towards her "Tell me, slut, tell me you’re a scheming a whore. TELL ME!” he yelled. Posh looked into his eyes, overcome by lust she uttered the words he wanted to hear. “I’m a scheming whore, a slut, a dirty little slut!” He pushed harder, and her mouth tightened, trying to keep back the moans, as her legs gave way and she opened up to him. He filled her to the hilt. "Tell me you want my seed inside you, slut." His knees pushed apart her legs even further, one hand holding firmly to her arse as the other hand wrapped around her head; his fingers slowly played with her long dark hair. “I want your seed, all your fucking spunk, give it to me.” She closed her eyes trying to think about David but the harsh reality of Nathan’s cock inside her brought Posh back to the publicly displayed balcony and the fact that her former security guard was very real. His voice cut into her, shredding, tearing her into little pieces. All she could hear was his voice, his words, and feel his hands, his cock; the way he twisted her body as he first pushed into her. “Oh fuck me,” she moaned. "Tell me what you like." He leaned into her, his tongue grazing just over her lips, carefully sucking and nibbling. He pushed hard against her, his hands burying deep into her skin. “I like what you’re doing to me. I like being fucked hard and fast. I like to be a filthy, fucking little shag girl. Just FUCK MEEEE!” Victoria was beside herself now as she began to enjoy his teeth burying into her neck. Nathan moved his mouth and lips around her nipple, sucking, pinching and making her gasp in pain. Her skin was marked and bruised from him, from his biting and sucking. Victoria felt her body close around him tightly, throbbing along every inch of him, and she whimpered helplessly. She felt like she might pass out, it was almost more than she could bear. Nathan felt like a god. He began to slide smoothly in and out of her. Posh, arched her body, as the brute of a man fucking her grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head upwards and back. "No please Nathan …" she began to whine. His performance was very good and it was absolute torture for Victoria. Her body strained painfully; she was practically weeping with frustration. This continued until Posh felt her legs begin to give under the stress. Nathan gave a deep, vibrating growl and started pulling her against him harder, driving deeper. He pulled Posh’s head forward, mashing her mouth onto his own. Victoria gave in to her own hunger, licking and sucking him ferociously, winding her arms around his neck. The world seemed like a blur; one long roller coaster ride of emotion. Posh lost touch with everything for a moment, then her mind seemed to swing back into the present. Her throat was raw, from constant moaning and her body shook so violently that her legs finally gave out. Nathan had complete control of her with one arm and his motions were quickening, slamming her first against the brick wall and then back against him like a rag doll. “This is it whore, I am going to fill yoooouuuu!” Then it happened. He howled long and loud as he arched his back, thrust his groin and filled Victoria with his thick, cold sperm. He pulled her into his body and pressed his face into her neck as he pumped one long jet after another into her pussy. Fully satiated, Nathan pulled out of Posh’s quivering body. She collapsed to the floor still shaking visibly with lust. “P..p..please Nathan, make me come,” she begged. “Do it yourself cunt,” he spat tucking his cock away again. But she didn’t need telling. Victoria was already masturbating her way to a badly needed orgasm. “Oh you naughty girl,” said Emma Bunton returning to the balcony and seeing Victoria overcome by her self induced orgasm. She watched until Posh had drained the last juices from herown body and then Baby approached the crumpled heap of gorgeous feminine flesh that lay on the balcony floor. The watching audience was beginning to disappear as Victoria felt her chin lifted by the younger girl’s hand. Posh’s eyes were glazed as Emma reached down and lightly kissed her former friend’s tear stained cheek. “That’s enough for today Tori. We have booked you into a hotel for tonight. Here’s the key.” Posh took the key card off Emma. She was still dazed and confused. “Now fuck off out of my sight.” Posh was speechless as Emma threw an old stained T-shirt and a pair of white high cut knickers at her. “Put these on, piss off and we’ll get the next instructions to you tomorrow morning.” Posh watched as Emma, Nathan and Dale the trainer walked off the balcony and left her to get dressed. Would this nightmare never end? ****** Your feedback for this story is fantastic please keep it coming and don't forget to vote. Thanks for reading. Sfor. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 04 POSH’S DILEMMA II – Moving On. This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work as all references not accounted for in this story are covered in there or in Posh’s Dilemma II Chapters 1, 2 and 3. ****** Victoria stared longingly into the spacious garden outside the downstairs drawing room. Her delicate hands gripped the solid iron bars that had been placed across all of the windows in the house. This was where she worked and she would not get out. Not that she wanted to get out because Victoria knew that to work here in the large house looking after her two stepsisters was what she was supposed to do. She held no ambition to do anything more or less. She looked down at the skimpy rags that hung from her shapely body. Her dress was in tatters; patched everywhere and torn down the front to reveal a large stretch of gorgeous cleavage. It was all she wore save for pair of old worn white panties. Victoria only owned one pair of knickers and so every night she would wash her underwear at the sink in the corner of her own small room and leave them to dry overnight. They were threadbare and so could be easily ripped from her lovely body should one of her sisters ever demand. Suddenly Victoria’s daydream was savagely interrupted when her luscious, long dark hair was gripped tightly from behind and pulled. Her head flew backwards and she cursed herself for, once again, not hearing her sisters creep up on her. Victoria’s younger sister, Emma, stared into the elder girl’s face. “Since when did you have the time to look idly out of the window? You are supposed to be cleaning the floor, so get on with it.” With that Emma threw her poor sister to the ground sending her sprawling onto the cold wooden floor. As she tried to drag herself to her feet, Victoria felt a large shoe and pointed stiletto heel push her back down again. “You filthy slut Victoria, what are you?” spoke a different voice. Victoria twisted her head and looked up at her elder sister, Nathan. Nathan was so very ugly and had lots of male like features including stubble on her chin and hair in her ears but she was so strong. “I…I…I am a dirty slut, sister dear,” Victoria whimpered to Nathan. “Right, get on with your chores and we will be back shortly.” Victoria watched her sisters leave arm in arm and then dragged herself up to a sitting position. A single tear dripped down her cheek. Why couldn’t they love her, after all she was their sister, only a stepsister that was true, but a sister none the less. With a heavy heart Victoria soaked the old cloth rag in the bucket of soapy water and began to wet the floor with it. She huffed a little bit as her gorgeous breasts swung freely under the thin material of the old dress that she wore, and beads of perspiration built up on her forehead as she worked hard to complete her household duties. As she knelt on all fours Victoria presented a delightful sight with her ragged dress riding high up her legs revealing glimpses of her shabby, white panties, and it was that sight which her sisters, Emma and Nathan, stood drinking in, posing silently in the doorway to the room in which Victoria worked. Oblivious to everything but the tasks in hand, Victoria scooped her hair up into a long ponytail and resumed her cleaning chores. Her hand moved up and down the wooden boards laboriously cleaning the dust and grime from them before she started the polishing. This duty would take her the rest of the day and then she had the dinner to make – how would she manage to do it all? She knew that she would have to find a way because if she didn’t she would be severely punished once again. Her delicate breasts were still sore from the last punishment handed out by her ‘lovely’ sisters. Victoria’s mind began to wander to the sunshine outside and she imagined herself sitting up against a tree, cooling in the shade and watching the squirrels and birds rummaging around for food. She thought of herself not having a care in the world and so was shocked beyond words as an explosion of pain lashed across her bottom, bringing her back to reality and once more sending the poor girl tumbling along the floor. Victoria moved her hand to rub the agonizing stripe that sliced her bottom, certain that her panties would be irreparably torn, turning at the same time to see who was responsible. She swallowed hard when she saw Emma and Nathan approaching her, both wearing the same lecherous smile. Emma had stripped down to a black corset and marched steadily towards her hapless sister. Victoria gulped as she saw the black stockings and high stiletto heels that accompanied her bodice. She had to admit that her younger sister looked very sexy. However, what concerned her the most was Nathan. The ‘manly’ girl also marched towards her wearing a red corset and black knickers but, in her left hand, she carried a wicked looked whip. It had a single, thick leather lash and was finished off with a small metal ball at the lash’s end. It was clearly the Instrument responsible for her pain. Victoria sat up and hugged her knees into her chest in a pathetic attempt to protect herself. Her sisters stood before her menacingly. A flash of Nathan’s arm sent the whip crashing onto the bare wood floor splashing water up all around it. Victoria was scared witless. “P…p…p…please sisters, have pity on me for I have the floor to clean and polish before I start the dinner and I will have no time. Leave me alone.” Nathan knelt down before her. Victoria could see her elder sister’s stubble and smell whisky on her breath as she took Victoria’s own delicate and dainty chin in her large hand. “Tell me you’re a whore. A dirty scheming whore who deserves to be punished.” He squeezed her cheeks hard. The poor girl was terrified. “I…I…I am a dirty sc…sch…scheming whore, and I deserve to be p…p…punished, only please don’t because I haven’t done anything.” Emma was furious at her answering back and once more grabbed Victoria’s hair, gripping her ponytail, wrenching her backwards and then throwing her down hard onto the flat of her stomach. Victoria lay still, sobbing. She knew that she was about to suffer. She heard Nathan walk unsteadily round to her head wobbling in the high stilettos and watched as her sister knelt down in front of her. Victoria noticed the bulge at the groin of the tight lacy black knickers that Nathan wore and opened her mouth to scream as a large hand slipped inside the material and flipped out a huge erect cock. Nathan was a man! Her sister was her brother. Victoria’s screams would not come, as she was struck dumb. Emma smiled down into Victoria’s beautiful eyes and, reaching down, gently flicked her long fringe aside. “What’s the matter, my sweet? You are only going to get what you deserve,” she mocked, referring to their ‘sisters’ large penis. “No, please Sister, not here.” “Do it Nathan,” “Your servant pleads for forgiveness. Please forgive me,” begged the poor Victoria. Nathan looked down his nose at the naked, quivering wretch kneeling at his feet. The erotic tension in the high-ceilinged room was almost tangible and Victoria swallowed hard, fighting to keep the fear that raced through her body in check, and struggling to understand the feeling of desperate lust embracing her loins. Emma raised her foot and with the toe of her white, spiked shoe, she lifted Victoria’s chin. The poor girl instinctively lowered her eyes to the floor and began to tremble inside, knowing full well that her sisters could do whatever they chose with her, and her raggedly dressed body began going through both hot and cold flushes of terror. She felt ashamed to be so helpless while her cruel sisters toyed with her. “Do you enjoy annoying us you little bitch?" "But…but I haven’t done anything to…" Victoria stuttered. A flash of anger crossed Emma's face. "You are expected to remain silent. You must be taught obedience." Her voice was strangely quiet yet filled with menace. "Lash her". Before she realised what was happening, Victoria was grabbed by Nathan, pulled up to her feet and pushed against a wall of the room. “Palms flat slut,” she was ordered. Victoria stood against the wall her arms reaching out before her, palms pressed against the stark, white plaster. Her long hair was unfastened from the ponytail, pulled in front of her, rolled into a ball and forced into her mouth. Victoria felt the rags, which passed for a dress, pulled down to her waist as the cold room air chilled her naked back and caused a pimply ridge to appear around her exposed nipples. Victoria looked over her shoulder in time to see Nathan, with the whip, raise his arm. Abject horror filled her eyes as she suddenly realised what was to be done to her. She turned her head to the wall and clenched her hands into small fists. A sharp crack echoed round the room as the lash seared across her back. Helped by the wad of long hair that muted her, she managed to stifle a scream as a line of scorching agony burned its path across her bare flesh from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Victoria muffled wretched groans into her gagged mouth. Strangely she felt warmth between her legs like never before. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned through the gag sending out signals of both pleasure and pain. “Like that do you, you fucking whore?” said Nathan. Moving to her the man-woman pressed his hard cock up against poor Victoria’s thigh. Even though black material covered his rigid length, the pitiable, suffering girl could feel how hard he was. Suddenly a desire to actually hear the moans and groans of his younger sister gripped Nathan and he removed the ball of her own hair from Posh’s spluttering mouth. “Th…th…thank you sister,” she coughed gratefully. “It’s for my benefit not yours, you slag,” he spat back. Moving closer to Victoria; he pressed his hard cock against her and smiled lasciviously. Nathan’s hands began gliding over his sister, all over her, up her thighs, over her breasts, her lips, her hair. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out his caresses. But there was no way that he could be ignored. "Kiss her," Emma ordered. Nathan’s lips took Victoria’s in a passionate kiss. His hands wandered over her entire body, exploring, tracing. Victoria felt the heat growing inside her stomach once more and she tried to think of David, how much she longed for him, hoping to distract herself. Nathan was kissing her the way she loved, sweet, tantalizing kisses. Victoria was beginning to shiver. “Keep your hands flat against the wall,” came the order from her younger sibling. Nathan moved his hands down Victoria’s body once again to her pussy. He moved his fingers under the thin, worn material of her panties, and smiled when he found her slick and hot. His fingers slid softly over the finely trimmed curls of dark hair, gliding easily into her. “Oh Nathan, my sister,” Victoria moaned, now completely confused as to Nathan’s true sex. He began to press his cock against her thigh, holding her closer. Victoria contracted inside. Her entire body was crying out for a good fucking. She was shaking with the effort to control it. Nathan removed his fingers and brought the phallic like handle of the whip up and pressed it against Victoria’s mound. Having lingered there briefly, he then moved it tantalisingly up her glorious body until it traced the outline of her chin and then her lovely pouting mouth. “Suck it,” he ordered. Victoria kissed the whip handle in a long seductive kind of way and then began to take it into her mouth. She revelled in the feel of it and began to move her mouth backwards and forwards over the handle in a very suggestive manner. “Mmmmm,” she groaned as the wooden length covered in leather slipped from her lips. "Look, please! I think you have gone far enough! Just let me loose and I won't even tell Father, I promise!" The tears sparkled in Victoria's large eyes, and her voice shook with the threat of their onset. Nathan laughed deeply. "You are so gorgeous sister dear!” This time, he stepped in really close, until Victoria could feel the swell of his powerful chest pressing against her body. Slipping one arm around her slim waist, with the other holding the back of her head firmly so that she could not escape contact, he drove his lips ferociously against her mouth. His jaw moved in a powerful, vice like manner, until Victoria felt her head spinning, and she was forced to open her mouth in return, into whose warm, yielding wetness Nathan’s invasive tongue thrust with a triumphant pride that sent a quiver through Victoria’s dominated frame. Her chest heaved and shook enchantingly, as another huge sob erupted. Victoria felt her dress pulled further from her body and she gasped, her eyes widening in renewed alarm at the feel of warm hands cupping the soft, rounded flesh of her breasts, stroking and caressing. Thumbs and forefingers plucked at the nipples rolling them until they became solidly erect, and the helpless Victoria shivered. Once more Nathan shifted and plastered himself against the gorgeous helpless form of his sister and again his mouth descended in a passionate, claiming kiss. There was no resistance. In spite of her fiercely stinging bottom and back, Victoria forgot her pain in response to the passion of the open mouthed, demanding kiss. She was gasping, drawing in a huge lungful of air, when Nathan finally released her with a low, growling chuckle. His tongue flickered in the delicate swirl of her right ear and lapped at the pink lobe. Another convulsive quiver passed through the semi-covered frame of Victoria Beckham. The unfortunate, put upon girl was completely unsure of her elder sister’s sexuality now. She was uncertain as to whether a male or female was toying with her. What Victoria did know was that Nathan had a huge hard on. "Now," he breathed sensuously, his hands sliding round the slender waist, his fingers lightly feeling the raised welt on her back, “Tell me what I should do with you Victoria dear,” he teased. She was unable to speak. “Tell me!” he yelled. “I…I…want you to put your cock in my pussy and screw me until I can’t stand any more,” she moaned. “Say, cunt you whore, call it a cunt!” Victoria paused, unused to such a filthy word. Nathan used his fingernail to scratch at the welt on her back. She flinched. “Please, put your cock in my cunt. I am a cunt, a filthy sluttish cunt who deserves to be fucked by my sisters!” She nearly sobbed these words out. Victoria’s head dipped, as she felt warm, stirring lips close round her left nipple, which quivered with blazing desire at the engulfing, suckling caress. After a short time, similar attention was given to her other breast. Then her head fell lower, until Victoria, still standing with her palms flat against the wall, was staring down at the flexing digits of Nathan’s hand. Gentle fingers moved up the insides of her shivering thighs, gently pushing them apart, until the damp worn material hidden beneath her shabby dress was revealed. The fingertips probed, peeled away at the hem of Victoria’s knickers and she moaned under the knowing touch being applied to her; with a helpless cry she thrust her groin forward, yielding and begging for fulfilment. Victoria, quivering from head to toe, stood there, removed from her senses, desperate to be fulfilled and thereby released from her desires, her pent up frantic desires. "Oh, please! Please!" Victoria sobbed, her blood on fire, unaware of her pleading, begging tone, her thighs spread, aching to be fucked, her pussy throbbing for satisfaction. Nathan withdrew his hand, and stood upright, laughing softly. He turned and walked away, and left Victoria standing there, head bowed, weeping softly from the twin emotions of humiliation and lust. “Get the slut over here to me,” demanded Emma. Returning to Victoria, Nathan grabbed her hair, sending a sharp pain through her head, and dragged her in front of his younger sister. Victoria knelt in front of Emma, panting from the exertion of her ordeal and the undoubted feelings of strange excitement it had fostered in her. “Now what do you have to say for yourself?” Looking up at her younger sister, Victoria pleaded through her large doe eyes saying, “Please fuck me. I am a filthy little whore I know, but I am so horny and I need you to pleasure me please, please, brrrrrease, brrrrrrrrrrrr……rrrinnnnggg” Posh’s mind was a blur of confusion. Where was she? Lazily she moved her right hand towards the noise and managed to knock something onto the floor and the noise stopped. Then the pictures in her mind’s eye came flooding back to her. She was in a hotel room. But the dream, Cinderella like, had appeared so real. Her breathing was heavy as it steadied down to a more normal level and her mind returned to the here and now back from the erotic dream she had so been, she had to admit, enjoying! Posh recalled the events of the day before. The humiliation of her ordeal in the gym shared her emotions with the excitement the same event had brought to her. She tried to move her left wrist, which was currently high above her head, down towards her warm groin in order to explore her feelings, but she couldn’t. Turning to look towards the bed head in a panic, Victoria saw that her left wrist was handcuffed to the metal frame. “What the fuck, how did that happen,” she mumbled to herself. Posh had arrived at the hotel in the old clothes Emma had given to her plus her own suede skirt. She had made sure the kids were okay and then crashed out. A creepy chill began to possess her as she also realised that, having gone to bed in her panties, she was now stark naked. “H…h…h…hello,” she stammered afraid that someone was still in her room, after all she had got the key from Emma – anyone could have a copy! Glancing to her left she saw a small video camera on the bedside table together with a note and a key. Reaching over Victoria took the key and fitted it into the handcuff freeing her wrist. Rubbing her chafed skin she read the note. “Play me and I will reveal all. At the end of the movie you will find out what is next.” “Oh shit,” muttered Posh to herself. Taking the camera she flicked the small built in screen out and pressed the on switch. Turning the camera to VCR mode she pressed play, full of fearful anticipation at what she was about to see. Victoria rested back against the several pillows at the top of her bed and watched as the screen burst into life. At first it was just a darkened room, which became lighter when the hotel door opened slightly and in crept Nathan with his copy of the key. Emma was filming the whole scene, and was clearly already in the room. Posh saw herself laid face down on the bed wearing both a T-shirt and knickers, her regular breathing steadied by the fact that she was asleep. The covers were already pushed down to the bottom of the bed showing the tanned, barely dressed form of Victoria Beckham in all it’s splendid glory. “Shit, yes of course, I had the T shirt on as well,” she recalled having bought a simple white T-shirt at the hotel shop. She turned the volume up as Emma began to speak. Having positioned the camera so that it took in the whole scene, Emma appeared on screen for the first time. “Has she drunk it Nathe?” said her former friend referring to the half finished bottle of mineral water on the bedside. “Bastards,” muttered Posh remembering the complimentary bottle of water that was at the side of her bed when she arrived. “That must have put me out,” she surmised, guessing that they had drugged it. So although Posh looked to be sound asleep, she had in fact been duped into a deep, deep sleep – and her technicolour Cinderella dreams. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 04 What had they done to her? She watched the screen, fascinated, listening for their words so that she could understand what had happened. “Fuck me Emma, she’s gorgeous,” said Nathan looking down at Victoria’s stationary body. “And she’s all ours for a while,” replied Emma gleefully. The watching Posh swallowed hard, a warm feeling of desire beginning to ache once more between her legs in anticipation of what was about to unfold. On screen Nathan took hold of Posh’s waist and easily flipped her over. He paused and stared down at the delicious body he had fucked only hours earlier at the gym. He turned and smiled at Emma. “Go on then,” she urged. He shifted, and took hold of Victoria’s chest pressing her breasts softly together, and then he covered them with light kisses through the T-shirt that she still wore. Meanwhile, in the present, Posh groaned quietly as she watched the scene unfold. "Always did have such fantastic tits, your mate,” remarked Nathan, on screen, as he pulled off Victoria’s T-shirt. “That accounts for the T-shirt then,” Posh said to herself. He continued with his light caresses, and then pulled her sleeping form up against him. Victoria’s body fell across his and he kissed her unresponsive lips hungrily, hands trailing up and down her back, into her hair and down around the curve of her bottom. "Mmmmm, delicious whore,” he groaned. Emma swallowed hard just as the viewing Posh did. “Take a look at her pussy Nathe,” Emma urged. He drew her closer to him, still on her back, hips near his shoulders, her thighs parted, unwittingly spread open for him; his head moved to Victoria’s groin and he breathed her in like a flower. Taking the elastic waistband of her panties he wound them down her long legs, and dropped them onto the floor. “So that’s where they went,” she thought to herself. Glancing down off the bed it was also where they still were. Spreading the pink pussy lips with his fingers, delicately, he planted small kisses there, little by little adding flicks of his tongue. Shifting, he brought his mouth lower, and licked up the tangy juices, driving his tongue as far up inside of Victoria as he could. Onscreen Posh squirmed deliciously, clearly still experiencing his ministrations despite her slumberous state. Chuckling, not lifting his head, Nathan grabbed her knees in order to spread her legs even further. He was already half-lying on her stomach, coming at her upside down, and that made it good for him too, the sense of him pinning her down, helpless even though she was asleep. When he began to stroke her clitoris with small feather-light licks the sleeping Posh groaned. “Make her come Nathan, go on,” Emma encouraged excitedly. This moved the watching Posh so much that she began to fondle her own pussy whilst the scene played out before her. Listening to the sounds of the movie Victoria heard herself grunting, heard Nathan laugh throatily, and then she saw her own on screen body shake with passion as she was clearly coming – a wet dream, no wonder they had been so vivid, only this wasn’t a dream. She was mesmerised. Back on camera Baby Spice was beside herself. Watching the sleeping Posh Spice brought to an orgasm whilst asleep and completely unaware of what was happening to her was a tremendous turn on for the younger girl. “Yessss!” hissed Emma with glee. “She came. Well done Nathan.” Nathan lapped up the remaining juices with his tongue and then stood up leaving a naked Posh on the bed. Emma moved back into the picture and placed a note on Posh’s bedside. Turning to Nathan she said, “Here, fasten her left wrist with these.” The filming stopped and Posh guessed that was where the handcuffs came from. Victoria switched the camera off and suddenly realised how turned on by all this she was. Her breathing was deep and heavy and her pussy was becoming moist. Victoria cupped her breasts and weighed them, massaging them as she rested her head back onto the bed sheets The need to masturbate had been steadily growing stronger whilst she watched the video, especially in the wake of such an erotic dream and so a self-induced climax was now simply essential. Posh began to massage her stiffly erect nipples and she gave a stifled cry as she shrugged her shoulders forward and forced her cleavage to form a thick narrow darkened valley between her twin mounds. Victoria pinched her nipples hard and the stinging excitement caused a low jolt deep between her thighs. She lay enveloped by lust with her back arched off the bed and her breasts pushed upwards and out. She felt like a whore, a wanton woman without shame, a slut who wanted to perform in humiliating ways for sexual gratification and the best part was that she didn't give a toss. Victoria covered her breasts with her hands, caressing and squeezing, stroking the soft rounded orbs slowly with her slim delicate fingers. She kneaded them, moulding them in her hands and savouring each and every movement and the feelings it produced as she teased herself mercilessly. Posh felt her pussy moisten; her clitoris throbbed with a nagging ache as she stroked her breasts slowly and lovingly. She gripped her long nipples, squeezing and rolling them between finger and thumb, pulling and stretching the hardened buds and delighting in the thrilling sensations it produced for her. The surges of exciting sensation were so strong now that she bit her bottom lip to prevent herself crying out as each one passed through her. Victoria was on a massive high, an extreme level of arousal that kept her hovering tantalisingly just short of her climax. It felt so good that she decided it should be prolonged as long as was possible and she was determined to do just that. Posh gave a gasp of delight, as her head felt light and the room began to spin. Her body tensed in involuntary little shudders of delight as the waves of pleasure tore through her. Her legs felt weak and thudding jolts low in her pussy signalled her approaching orgasm. Victoria threw her head back, her spine curved as she arched her body to receive the glorious finale of her wanton performance. The thumping gush rushed through her to tear at her body and senses, wonderful pounding feelings of such intensity. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed tightly - then she screamed aloud as she came. “Fuckkkkkk!” she groaned as her thighs squeezed every last drop of freshly made juice out of her body. She had come without even touching her pussy – she was so hot! Posh radiated contentment as she gradually calmed down and lay submerged in a peaceful post orgasmic bliss. Even so, the feeling of sluttish desire would not go away and she found her smooth palm sliding gradually down towards her soaking wet pussy. Taking two fingers she opened her well used lips and scooped up as much of her wetness as was possible and moved quickly back to her breasts. “Oh you filthy cunt,” she muttered huskily to herself trying to prolong the feeling of desperate desire that still overwhelmed her. Victoria began to paste the sticky juice over her nipples, moaning at the electric effect it created and tweaking the ever-hardening buds. Having coated both peaks she cupped the underside of each breast and pushed them up to meet her mouth as she craned her neck downwards. Posh presented a totally erotic sight as she stretched out her pink tongue and flicked at the red tipped nipples, just being able to scrape the end with her teeth. “Ooohhhh yesssssssssss,” she hissed. Eventually she had to stop sucking her own breasts when the ache of forcing her mouth and neck downwards became too much, and Victoria crashed down onto the hotel bed laughing out loud. “You fucking whore!” she shouted at herself, and the short burst of amusement turned into a long, loud, almost hysterical, laugh. Victoria thought about the last few months. She had been blackmailed, fondled in her dressing room, forced into lots of different sexually humiliating situations, many with complete strangers, and had a passionate affair – albeit with a twat like Carl. But she was thoroughly enjoying her newfound sexual freedom and the sluttish behaviour that went with it. What she didn’t like was not being in control, and she wasn’t in control. Remembering the note, she turned on the VCR once more to see what the next instruction was. There was a slight pause after the ‘action’ had finished until the next scene appeared. It started with a close up of a naked Victoria handcuffed to the bed head by her left wrist. Panning away from Posh’s gorgeous body, Emma’s face came into view. “Hi Tori baby,” she started, ”Emma here. I hope you enjoyed our little visit during the night. We intend to do that many more times to you in the future, and who knows how far we will go next time … he, he.” Emma chuckled to herself. “Oh no you fucking won’t you cow,” Posh uttered to herself. She turned her attention back to the VCR. “So, our next instruction is for you to go out this afternoon to Domino’s Domina Club in Soho. Make sure you arrive by 2pm. I have several of the S&M regulars there all ready to pay Nathan and me a small fortune to tie you up and whip you – oooh it sends a shiver up my spine just thinking about it. So I hope you enjoy your morning off – and don’t forget to make sure the kids are looked after. Bye.” “That’s what you think you tart,” smiled Victoria. She had to get Emma sorted out and take back control of her life. Posh smiled to herself as a feeling of reinvigoration took her over. She laid back having formulated a plan and closed her eyes trying to recapture the Cinderella dream from just a few minutes ago. ****** Emma wanted to dress up for him. Things were going so well with their joint mission to exact revenge on Victoria that she wanted to be special for him today. It was only eleven in the morning but Emma had invited Nathan round to her hotel room and she was going to shag him senseless. Then, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they would both catch a cab to Domino’s Domina Club to enjoy the further humiliation of Posh Spice. Emma had chosen her clothes carefully and finally settled on a short, flimsy, yellow dress with spaghetti straps at the shoulders, a low cut, tight bodice and a short flaring skirt. Under it she pulled up a lace edged white thong and then slipped into high-heeled shoes with sexy thin ankle straps. Hastily she sprayed perfume down the front of her dress, and then hitched up the skirt and sprayed a little around her aching pussy lips, gasping as the cold spray hit her lusty flesh and stung bitterly. A quick comb with the hairbrush again and she was ready. Nathan was pretty damn handsome in a rugged way, she reflected while she waited for him. Emma couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock embedded deep inside her. Then the bell on the hotel door rang. She almost jumped up with excitement and she quickly approached the entrance to her room. At the door she paused to collect herself, smooth down her dress, fluff up her hair and regain her cool. But she would see how cool he kept when faced with the amount of skin she was displaying. Her heart pounded with excitement. To her delight Nathan gave a soft whistle of appreciation as she welcomed him inside. She felt the cool air conditioning caress her upper thighs under the brief covering and bring some welcome relief to her heated groin. Nathan smiled a lecherous grin and Emma could tell by the straining bulge in his trousers that she was about to get well and truly fucked. Nathan was momentarily captivated as he took in Emma’s stunning appearance. When she sat down on the settee the dress rode up to a height which revealed an expanse of thigh with skin so smooth it seemed to have a light sheen all of its own. It gave Nathan a great view of the lace thong as it sloped to cover her moistening groin. He sat down on chair opposite Emma. Silence. The erotic tension could have been cut with a knife. Time moved on and she was still as horny as fuck. Baby Spice was sitting with her hands placed demurely on her knees before she pushed herself up from the seat and came over to kneel between Nathan’s spread legs? Her thick hair covered her face from his view, but he could feel her fingers working expertly at his flies and soon her soft little tongue made tingling contact with the swollen purple head of his cock. She licked round the sheath of his foreskin until he was fully erect and then Nathan felt her lips slide slowly over his cockhead and her tongue explore the slit. He groaned loudly. “Oh you horny bitch,” he moaned. Reaching down with both hands he pulled her hair back so that he could see as well as feel her. Immediately Emma pulled her head back a little and put her tongue out so that Nathan had a clear view of it lapping at the coloured head of his knob and then trail slowly, slug like, down the shaft. Emma circled one hand round the base of his throbbing erection and gently moved it up and down while her mouth closed over him once again and she began to suck greedily, moving her head from side to side as well as up and down. Eager sucking noises escaped her. Slowly she moved further and further down, taking in more and more of his prick until he could feel the exquisite touch of her throat around him. Instinctively he gripped his hands harder in her hair and pushed her head down while thrusting his hips up urgently at her. She never flinched, just stayed as she was and let his cock slide further down her throat. He pulled back and then thrust again, once more pulling her down onto him. Three more such thrusts and Nathan felt the irresistible tides of an orgasm begin to flood. His cock tensed and swelled, Emma felt it and her hand gripped him tighter, moving up and down faster and faster. With a groan of pure delight Nathan let his body take over completely and felt the sperm pump deep into Emma’s throat while he rammed her head down brutally hard. She took it all, swallowing long and slow while he thrust into her mouth and erupted time and again. It was a superb blow job, the best Nathan had ever experienced and Emma spent a long time savouring every last discharge keeping him deep in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the slit from which his spunk had flowed, making sure that she had got it all. At last she tucked the softening shaft back into his clothes and resumed her seat, running one elegant finger around her chin and then sucking it to gather in a wayward drop of semen. Just watching her do that had Nathan hardening again. “Take your clothes off Emma,” he requested. She said nothing, but simply did as he had asked, stepping out of her dress using the back of a high framed chair to balance herself against while she kicked off her shoes. Emma glanced up at Nathan expectantly from under her well-groomed blonde fringe. Winding her panties slowly down her long legs she looked her would be lover straight in the eye and then stood up straight, now completely naked. She was a superb sight Nathan had to admit. Emma’s skin was flawless and sun-tanned to a soft golden hue, even the full, firm mounds of her breasts were tanned the same colour. There was just the narrowest strip of blonde hair between her legs. Perfect! Emma was well aware of the effect her body had on men and opened her legs slightly while joining her hands behind her back. The slight shifting of her body set her breasts swaying just a little. She knew what she was doing and looked straight at Nathan with a look that said ‘Fuck me now.’ "On the bed," Nathan ordered. She turned away from him and lay down on her large, white-sheeted bed. “Let me put this on you.” “Oh Nathe, you bad boy,” teased Emma as he placed a blindfold around her head. He took full charge then, positioning her ankles by the bottom bedposts, and she groaned. He tied them tight with the new white rope he had brought, and then moved up to her head. “Oh yes, Nathan, fuck me please,” she had already placed her ready wrists high above her head for him, well before he needed to tie her there as well. Nathan stood back to admire his handiwork. If Emma had looked inviting before, she looked a picture of submissiveness now. Her legs were tied, stretched pushing her open pussy forward so the soft lines of her pink lips were clearly visible. Her flat stomach, now beginning to heave with nervous breathing, stretched up to the full depth of her rib cage, which supported her heaving breasts. Despite their full roundness they hardly flattened to the sides, but retained their magnificent shape almost perfectly, pushing up eagerly it seemed to receive Nathan’s undivided attention. Emma couldn't help gasping at the tightness of the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. He reached out with one finger and ran it up along the exposed flesh of her slit. Emma was moist and her clitoris was a hard little erection, which he barely touched, but even that was enough to elicit a moan from her. “Oh Nathan, please, do me,” groaned Emma as she felt his hand flat on her stomach. Then she flinched as the hand was replaced by the frozen touch of an ice cube skating over her flesh and moving up to her solid nipples. “Fucking hell,” she whimpered, as the ice did its job, “I’m going to come soon, if you carry on like that.” And then a slap of a hand on flesh sounded. A solid noise as Emma’s head flung from left to right. “Oh no you’re not you scheming bitch.” “T…T…Tori, what the, what are you …?” Nathan smiled wickedly at the unseeing Baby Spice. Victoria moved to her erstwhile friend and began to feel up the inside of Emma’s right leg replaying exactly the moment when Emma had teased her, only the day before, on the balcony at Golden Bodies gym. Posh traced the firm, tanned thigh muscles making her way up to the warm triangle at the top of Emma’s legs. “Enjoying being the recipient are you?” mocked Posh. “Oh, Tori, please,” Emma squirmed, “how did you g..g..oooohhh…get in here?” Emma tried to jerk away as Victoria’s hand explored her but the ropes held tight giving her no choice but to endure, and enjoy, the constant fondling. Posh pushed her hands between Emma’s open thighs. “Mmmmm,” moaned Baby, her eyes still blindfold. Nathan watched with glee at the act being performed by the two former Spice Girls. Emma was pleased to find that her captive was already very wet as she slowly moved her hand further up Emma’s quivering body altering her path so that she could cup the tied girl’s left breast firmly in her roaming hand. “Oh, Tori, don’t please,” but Emma was becoming lost in her own lust. She moaned softly as Victoria started to fondle her nipple soon making it stiff and erect. Despite her protestations she didn’t want it to stop. Emma heard the repeated click of a camera shutter through the thick mist of her lust. Moving her hand back down, Posh inserted a single finger easily into Emma’s open lips making sure to feel her former friend’s labia oozing with her juices. “My, my we are more than a little turned on here aren’t we?” Victoria revelled in the effect she was having on her captive. Emma began to push her hips forward in order to rub her hardening clitoris against the stationary digit. Shivers of excitement jolted through her body, which was still held fast by the tight ropes. Victoria pulled her finger free. She was repeating exactly what Emma had put her through the previous day. “Let’s see what you taste like you little slut,” she mocked. Emma felt Posh’s juice covered finger on her dry, red lips, and, revealing her little pink tongue, licked along its moistened length. “You’ve got a great fucking body Emma, I’ll give you that,” said Posh flatteringly. She cupped her hand over Emma’s mound. Emma flinched gasping at the intrusive touch of two of Victoria’s fingers as they began to rub gently over her pussy. Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 04 “I’ll make you feel really good, Emma darling,” Victoria spoke softly close to Emma’s ear and then she kissed her gently. Emma’s soft, moist lips peeled apart as she moaned into Posh’s feather like kiss. Victoria tasted the salty mix of Emma’s saliva mixed with the remains of Nathan’s sperm. “Ohhh,” Baby sighed involuntarily as Posh’s fingers found her clitoris and gently teased it into erection. Emma quivered as the digits slid up into her and the thumb circled her blood-engorged clit. Victoria ended the passionate kiss, their lips peeling apart, saliva connecting them until the last possible moment whereupon Emma felt a moist trail slide down onto her neck and then her breasts. Her former band mate was making love to her and she was enjoying every moment of it. “Yessssss!” “Oh, Emma, baby,” groaned Posh. Victoria’s teeth nipped at an erect right nipple sucking in the solid bud as Emma softly undulated her hips upwards trying to absorb more and more pleasure as Posh still toyed with her pussy. Emma’s mouth was open and inviting, her head shaking from side to side – still blindfold. “Do you want an orgasm Emma sweetheart?” Victoria asked. “Oh fuck, no..no…” Victoria increased the speed with which she frigged Emma’s pussy. “Really?” “Oh fuck me, yes I do. I need to come. Please let me!” Emma was frantic and beside herself now. Posh dug her fingers further moving deeper between Baby’s thighs. Emma gasped at the roughness of the intrusion but groaned as Posh worked her fingers round and round, in and out. Emma couldn't tell how many Victoria had in there, as she was so open and wet. “Oh, Tori, I love you,” screamed Emma. “Course you do. Make sure my face is not on these pictures Nathan,” ordered Posh. Nathan chuckled and continued to click away. Emma howled and wriggled even more, as she was well and truly impaled. Then Emma climaxed loud and long writhing her glorious body over the smooth, if a little stained, white bed sheets. Posh stood up and moved away allowing Nathan to get some clear shots of Emma climaxing, pushing her groin up to meet an invisible force, trying desperately to find a way of squeezing more pleasure from her orgasm, gripping and pulling against the ropes that held her tight. Eventually her rapture subsided. Emma lay quiet and stationary, still tied up, on the bed. Posh had her pictures and Nathan had, once again, experienced something unbelievable between the two former Spice Girls. ****** A few days later Posh Spice was sunning herself on the balcony of a large hotel in Madrid. Since she had sorted out the mess that her life was in Victoria seemed to be in a permanently self-satisfied state. In fact so smug was she and lost in her own little world where everything was perfect, that she hardly heard her mobile telephone ring. Reaching down she glanced at the caller id and smiled. Pressing the button to answer the call Victoria spoke, knowing already who it was. “Hi Emma,” she said breezily, as if nothing had happened between them. “What, you think I’m going to sell the pictures? Now how could I do that? You have just as much incriminating evidence on me as I have on you. I just wanted my life back, and now I have it. Bye. What? Nathan, oh he was easy. A mercenary like him goes to highest bidder. One phone call and suddenly he was on my side. Tell you what though he was a better fuck than I initially gave him credit for, don’t you think? Tell you what Em why don’t we never talk to each other again, that way I won’t be forced to call you any insulting names like slut, whore, bitch that sort of thing. Got to go now, David will be home soon and tonight I’m letting him fuck me in the hotel swimming pool. Okay, ciao!” And with that Victoria hung up. She smiled to herself and enjoyed the warm glow spreading through her body as she thought of her evening’s plans. David loved the new Victoria – no inhibitions and a penchant for sexual humiliation that quite turned him on. Thank you Carl, thank you Emma, thank you Nathan. Posh had no dilemmas any more. ****** THE END ****** This is the very last episode in the Posh's Dilemma series. I would like to thank all the readers who have provided such valuable feedback over the last few months and of course thanks to Victoria Beckham for being a most beautiful and interesting subject. 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