Posh Spice: Retribution Ch. 04

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

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

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

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

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

But now the voting was back on.

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

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

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

RUN!

And run she did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There she is,” Posh heard the cry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Welcome, Victoria, to our humble home!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"AAARGH!"

“One...” he counted.

"OOOOWWW!"

Two...

"NOOOO!"

Three...

"PLEA...OOH!"

Four...

"OOHHHH!"

Five...

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

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

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

Victoria, say "I am your slave."

"No wa-AAAYH!"

"I'm waiting..."

"..I am your...slave"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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