Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 01

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

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

“Mmmmmm, that’s good.”

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

“Oh, don’t stop, please.”

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

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

Posh moaned and cupped her own mound.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she remembered the photographs.

******

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

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

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

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

Then there was a ring from the doorbell.

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

“Come on up.”

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With his voice growing cold and threatening he offered,

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

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

“Thong?”

She nodded, now thoroughly ashamed and embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Piss off," she spat,

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

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

“Get your frigging kit off you whore!”

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

Victoria’s nipples stiffened immediately.

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

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

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

"Turn around and let me see your arse!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

Just then her mobile phone rang.

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

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

Posh paused before finally speaking.

"Hello, Tori Beckham here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off,” she replied incredulously.

“Now,” he ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve already told you.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does he love sucking your wet pussy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know why, don't you?"

"Tell me," she panted.

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

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

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

"W-what?" she stammered.

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

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

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

"Just a metal board pointer," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feel better now whore?" he asked casually.

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

Silence.

“Go on,” the biker urged.

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

“I’m waiting.”

Victoria swallowed hard.

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

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

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

Victoria sighed. Biting the bullet she began.

“I’m a d … d … d …”

“Yes?” he questioned.

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

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