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Have Some Fun	By : dazee Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Spice Girls Views: 12077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Spice Girls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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There’s a place on the corner of two streets, in a town called Maidenhead, where men and women go, and all are accepted. The name of the place is called The Honeypot, and for good reason, too. Mel had certainly heard of this place, but had always thought the idea revolting. But now she was going whether she liked it or not. The leashes (both feet, neck) and handcuffs were on, and she had no choice. Emma threw her the clothes she had when she came, and ordered her to go faster. Mel hurried as Emma pulled on her collar like a dog.
Emma, clothed, sat on Melanie’s back suddenly, and it was lucky Mel was a dancer, or her back would’ve been totally strained. “Take me to the door,” Emma whispered in Mel’s ear, then rode her. “Now!”
Melanie B had no choice. She sighed and walked to the door, Emma jumping on her now and again, half for pleasure, half to annoy Mel. “That’s a good bitch,” Emma patted her on the head, noticing you could see down her shirt. She kicked Mel’s ass, then told her to get up, and walked out the door, Mel forced at her heels.
They took the underground to Maidenhead, people staring at the two, both wearing matching trucker hats, but kept their heads down. Even on the underground, Emma wasn’t shy, she kept her hand on Mel’s breast, Mel was most certainly hers, and everyone knew it.
The Honeypot has lots of odd customers, and this was no exception. But nobody looked at them too long, the staff were used to it by this time. Emma sat Mel down, keeping a close eye on her. The two had the room to themselves. The show began.
10 or so, scantily clad women stepped off the “stage.” They were all blonde and all 36-24-36, give or take. Mel had learned to identify that quite a long time ago, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it. Emma, however, was having the time of her life. Five approached each woman.
The girls noticed Mel’s captivity, and smirked. They also noticed that they had seen her face; that she was that Spice Girl, the wild one. This was their lucky day. Two girls forced her up, squeezing her ass, and immediately each girl began caressing a different part: Her ass, her tits, her legs, and, of course her clit. The fifth girl took off her clothes, and began massaging her back voluptuously. A door opened in the back and a middle-aged man came in. He snapped, and four girls, two from each scuttled off, leaving three for each girl.
This gave each more room, and the most aggressive pushed her onto the chair, giving Mel an odd deja vu. The three girls, all light, climbed on top of her, humping everything there was to hump.
Mel now knew for sure her sexuality.
One girl was now licking her inner thighs, getting closer and closer, a second was standing on the (large) chair and swinging her ass in her face, the third was making out steadily with her tits. Mel screamed, but she didn’t know any of their names, so it was: “Emma! Yess!”
From across the room, Emma grinned, though she was a bit preoccupied at the moment. The girls were doing the pretty much same thing to her, but they were on the carpeted floor, all pulsating.
The other girls noticed this, and forced Melanie on the floor, rather roughly, she thought. “You’re Melanie B,” one said, while licking her clit, if it was possible. Mel nodded, she couldn’t talk. Suddenly Mel’s open eyes clouded over, there was now four more girls over her, hanging their tits in her face, all doing something different. She realized, though it was difficult to think, that Emma and the other strippers were there too. Her eyes closed, and she never knew when it stopped.
Her dreams involved seven women all doing her at once. She didn’t realize she’d cummed until she awoke.

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“Great, aren’t they?”
“Yeah. D’ya think she got them done?”
“Look, she’s cumming. We’re that sexy.”
“You want us, don’t you, sexy bitch?”
“I love these melons.”
Emma walked over, noticing that Mel was still asleep. “Yes,” Mel moaned in her sleep. “C’mon, baby! Harder! Harder!” And, since Mel was doing this anyway, one particularly busty girl was pumping Mel’s clit.
“Stop.” Emma smacked the girl’s hand off. She sucked on Emma’s hand, before Emma scolded her. Emma opened a tiny bottle and poured a bit into Mel’s mouth, but refused to tell the others what it was.
Mel B woke up tied to a bed, but it wasn’t one she could recognize. She looked around and realized she was in the Honeypot still. She was still surrounded by girls, but there weren’t seven, there were four, and none were Emma. She picked up her head and saw two, and Emma talking in a corner. She was wearing a bikini bottom, and the girls were playing with her large tits.
“Your tits are amazing,” one girl told her. She tried to get down to nibble them, but another girl pulled her back. They settled for snogging each other.
“Wha-what am I doing here?”
“We close during the week,” one girl informed her, still wearing her uniform from before. “Lucky for you you showed up on a Monday.” The others snickered, and seeing Mel was awake, Emma and the duo came over.
“Meet Candy, Honey, Brandi, Shayna, Dulce, and Priscilla.” Emma smiled at pointed to each girl. “This is Melanie.”
The girls snickered, and one—Mel thought it was Honey—“Your nude shots were so beautiful.” Mel grimaced, it was a weird compliment, but a compliment all the same. She tried to smile. “So, why are you keeping me here?” She directed the question at Emma, her mistress.
“The girls wanted to get to know you, and I thought ‘Why not?’ They’re closed until Friday, so you get to stay here til Friday.” Mel groaned, though did sort of feel butterflies. “Stop complaining,” Emma snapped. She then left, as did Dulce, Honey, Priscilla, and Brandi, the last two making out as they did.
“Please,” Mel asked Candy and Shayna, “have mercy. You all are very attractive but I’m not a lesbian or bisexual, and—” The two had apparently heard enough. The two climbed on top of her, Shayna with the ass in her face, and Candy making out with her breasts. “Tell me you’re not a lesbian now,” Candy said. “Tell—me—you’re—straight—now!”
“I’m straight!” Mel cried, resisting. The blondes raised their eyebrows at each other. This girl was good. Candy stuck her fingers into the brunette and Mel screamed. “You’re a lesbian, bitch! You love this, don’t you?! You dreamed about us, you filthy whore!” Priscilla cried.
“We’re just that sexy, aren’t we?” Shayna turned around and nibbled her chest.
“Yesss!” She finally cracked.
Emma returned, as well as the other girls, all looking pleased with themselves. Emma smiled again at the sight of fucking.
“I sent the pictures to every magazine and newspaper there is in the UK.” Emma smiled at Mel’s face. “And some guys are coming over. Dulce invited them. There’s also more whipped cream for you whore.”
When the guys arrived, Emma and Brandi carried their prisoner over to a chair, the men already oohing and aahing. Dulce was carrying whipped cream and the girls crowded around, hungry for a good fuck.
Each coated Melanie in whipped cream, and put a bit on themselves as well. They then proceeded to lick it off every bit of Mel, making sure to exaggerate their breasts as well. Melanie was forced to let it happen, and Candy spanked her for good measure. Suddenly Emma was on top of Mel, throwing- her to the ground, and they began screwing like never before, with unbelievable passion. It was eye candy for everyone in the room, and both were screaming wildly. The other girls began to join in. Emma was licking Candy and Dulce like they actually were candy. She couldn’t keep track of where her tongue was for most of it. When the cream was off, each collapsed on top of each other, of course, all on top of Mel. They whispered things to her of what they were going to do to her.
And like everything else, it was going to happen. All that they said.
It started with Monday night, when Mel had a wet dream. She dreamt that Emma took her for a walk in clothes that rivaled Paris Hilton’s. She went to the Honeypot, on the leash. The girls greeted her, “Aw!” “She’s so cute!” They, in all honesty, treated her like a dog. But instead of playing with her fur or paws, they played with her tits and clit.
“Be careful,” Emma warned them. “She bites.” As if to prove this, Mel the dog growled at them. “Ooh,” Brandi bent down, revealing exactly what she wanted, making Mel the dog drool. “Is the wittle doggy biting?” She laughed, and licked Mel’s boobs, making her growl. Emma informed them, “She thinks she can bite, but she’s really a harmless girl. Aren’t you? Aren’t you?” She picked up Mel’s head and cuddled it, before smacking her lightly. She got a Frisbee and threw it. “Go! Go fetch!” Mel did and Emma threw her a cookie. The girls sighed in ecstasy, this was their perfect bitch. They proceeded to screw her.
The next day, Tuesday, around 3 in the morning, when Mel woke up, she was buzzing already. Maybe that’s because she was wearing nothing but a bikini bottom and seven girls were on top of her, sleeping, most had their mouths on convenient places. “Mmm,” Mel moaned.
“Ooh, what a weird dream. Those girls were sexy, though...” she mused; she thought they were asleep. “Still are, matter of fact.” She tried to push the girl nearest to her crotch a bit closer without waking her up.
“Sexy, are we?” said Honey. “You think so?” asked Dulce. Mel groaned. “I knew you’d think so. Listen, get up, I need to do something with you.” She grinned in a not-so-pleasant way. “Nooo.”
“Yes.” Honey grabbed a leash and attached it to Mel’s foot, and then another to the other foot. Mel realized she still had handcuffs on.
“Fiiine,” Melanie said, as if she had another choice. “Shh,” Honey told her. “We don’t wanna wake the others.” Dulce, Honey, and Melanie stood up silently, and went into another room. This one had a bed too, but they weren’t going to be using it. They stood her up on something, her arms tied in the air, legs spread a little.
Dulce moaned. “You are so our bitch.” She put duct tape on Melanie’s mouth, which Melanie hated. She licked it to try to get it off.
Honey went to the back of her. “We’re gonna give you a little...massage,” she said soothingly. Dulce had gone, but she just returned, soft music now playing, the door closed. “Try to relax.” They took off the leashes roughly.
“Now...I want you to close your eyes...” Honey moaned in Melanie’s ear. Dulce saw that Melanie didn’t, she squinted her eyes to try to look like it. At this, Dulce blindfolded her. Some muffled words came out from behind the duct tape. Suddenly, Melanie gasped at the sudden touch. Honey was kneading her ass roughly. She moved down, and Melanie was pissed she couldn’t do anything. “That’s good, isn’t it, ho? You like Honey massaging your sexy ass, don’t you?” Dulce crooned to her. Mel shook her head, though other parts of her body said differently. Dulce smiled, and began doing her job. At the same time, she stuck her fingers into Mel’s clit, pumping in, out, in, out. She felt Melanie resisting, so she added a third finger and quickened her speed, fingering her nubbin. “That’s good, isn’t it?” Honey asked. She moved her hands up to Mel’s back, massaging. She then stopped. She didn’t want this to be too satisfying. She smacked Mel’s ass, then smacked Mel’s back. Dulce moved down to licking her clit. Melanie gasped again as she felt teeth sinking into her ass. Dulce ripped the duct tape off her lips and made out with her, nibbling her lips. Honey, from the back, pinched Melanie’s nipples. “You’re ours...Ours...Emma’s, Shayna’s, Candy’s, Brandi’s, Priscilla’s and ours. You belong to us, understand?”
Melanie nodded. She then found both slapping every solitary inch of her body, hard. Honey bit Mel’s ass again, and then, when it couldn’t get any worse, Dulce let her go. “Tell no one,” Dulce told her. She took off the blindfold, put a fresh piece of duct tape over her mouth. Honey came over and both snogged her, then each other, making sure Melanie was watching. Both squeezed her tits and spanked her. “Come on, ho.” The leashes were back on and they dragged her back to the bed. Dulce threw her onto the soft covers with the other girls, and joined. It was now 4am.
Another dream lasted from 4 to 6, when they all woke up.
Emma woke her up, but didn’t let her know she had. Mel was about to say something, but she saw that the girls didn’t even know she was there. They didn’t notice her. They were too busy...licking...and sucking...and everything else. Brandi and Candy, Shayna and Priscilla, Emma and Dulce and Honey in one big orgy. She couldn’t’ve known they had planned this out, but she knew she definitely enjoyed it. Fifteen minutes and cumming later...
“Oh! The ho’s up.” Priscilla motioned to Melanie, whose hand was in her crotch. “And she’s having fun.” Though Priscilla wasn’t one to talk. All laughed coyly.
Each lay down next to her and went to sleep.The strippers woke up at 11, and Mel at 11:30, by them. This time Mel didn’t have any dreams.
“Wake up, ho.” Shayna, Candy, and Brandi were shaking her, while shaking themselves. “The mistress wants to see you downstairs. And the other sex toys, Priscilla, Honey, and Dulce.” Candy looked as if she was aroused just by talking about them. Mel’s duct tape was gone, for some reason. “But she said you have to carry us downstairs.”
“What?” Brandi tugged on her collar. “Fine.” First she carried Brandi down the two flights, careful to avoid touching her crotch or ass. She needn’t have worried though, because Brandi was snuggling her breasts.
The other two resumed the same way, some more aggressive than others. Candy, for instance, was holding Mel’s ass the whole way down.
When they reached the bottom, Mel was ready to collapse, but Emma had work for her to do. “Ho,” she said, not bothering to greet her, “today you’re going to actually do work. Last night, we decided that we shouldn’t just let you get pleasure all the time. I mean, what did you do to deserve sexy pieces of ass like us?” She smacked Brandi’s ass. “Though your boobs are hot.” She pinched her nipples, but quickly pulled herself back in. “So...we need you—no, you will just...clean, cook, pleasure us, but we’re not focusing on the latter, we’re focusing on the first two. Oh, and you’ll do everything else too. If you’re lucky, you may get something...” She squeezed Mel’s ass and Mel flinched on purpose. “Now go.” Emma finished, and Priscilla pushed her.
Melanie looked defiant. “Are you kidding? I mean the sex was good, but I’m not your bitch. I’m your sex bitch, but—”
“Who are you kidding?” Shayna asked. “Bitch is a bitch. You’re our bitch.” Emma smacked her, and she said: “Her bitch.” She sucked on Emma’s fingers to try to make it up to her, and Emma snogged her quickly, but just to get her off.
“This lovely lady is right,” Emma told Mel. “You are my bitch. Though these sexy vixens over here are involved in there too.” She winked at them voluptuously. “So go! Or face the consequences!”
“Stop being a drama queen! There are no consequences!” Mel had just realized this. “There is nothing to stop me from walking out that door!” Oohs and aahs emerged from the group, and more than one felt a funny feeling in their miniskirts.
“First of all, ho,” Emma began, counting off on her fingers. “There are consequences. Second of all, especially me, but these people too, have got you hooked. Literally. So I wouldn’t recommend leaving if I were you. You know what? Dulce and Priscilla are gonna make a call. And the door is locked. Only I have the key, but keep in mind any of these can leave.” She pointed. “But I’ll show you something. You won’t have sex with any of us for three days.” Mel brightened. “You’ll see what happens.”

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THREE DAYS LATER...

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Mel’s last three days had been almost normal, considering the circumstances. The other girls left her alone, for once. They basically ignored her, but she was fed, and everything was how it should be.
On the eve of the third night, though...
The Honeypot was enormous. It actually had ten bedrooms, but Mel was sleeping in one by herself. It was great that she was allowed her own bed. She was a bit worried about what would happen, but nothing seemed to, so she went to sleep around midnight. She hadn’t had dreams since the girls had stopped seducing her.
She tried to go to sleep, but she couldn’t. Something was bothering her. When she finally nodded off around 1am, she was bothered by a very strange dream.

Emma approached, as always, surrounded by the strippers. She was smirking at Melanie, who was nude. But at this point, she wasn’t shy about it around them. They saw her nude almost every day.
The girls were just standing there, not saying anything, but all of a sudden, Melanie felt a longing down below. She needed something, and soon her tits began to feel it too. She loathed this feeling, and it was so bad, she even tried to shoo it away by talking to it. “Leave me alone,” she whispered. The girls snickered at this, and they even saw, through her tight pants (“Oo-er,” came from one of them.) they saw her clit pulsating harder and HARDER AND HARDER AND HARDER AND—

Melanie woke up in a sweat. She had to find Emma. Or Shayna. Or Honey. Anyone! She sprinted into Emma’s room, where Emma was wearing lacy panties, sitting up, waiting. “Told you.” Emma smirked calmly. “How? Wha? What happened? Why am I like this?” Mel asked rudely.
Emma frowned. “Call me Mistress, whore!” Emma was ready to smack her now. Mel whimpered. “Fine. Why did this happen, oh wonderful Mistress?” The pulsating began again and Mel began jumping on her ass on the bed. It didn’t satisfy her needs, however. “I need you!” Melanie shrieked, her breasts heaving. “Well, it’s too late.” Emma turned around. “You’ve hurt my feelings now.” Melanie felt like she was about to explode. She tackled Emma. The blonde turned around. At first Mel was on top, but that didn’t feel right, so Emma turned her over, while relishing Melanie’s breasts like an ice cream she had been waiting to finish. Melanie appreciated this even more than usual because of lack of Emma.
The duo finished and Mel sighed in ecstasy. “Oh God,” Melanie rolled over onto the other girls’ arm. The vibrating had been long gone. “You are—fucking amazing. Why do you have to be so goddamn good?”
“I am, aren’t I? I don’t know, really. It’s a gift.” Melanie was taller than she, but Emma had long ago, in Melanie’s mind, been much taller than her. “But get off me! I have better things to do right now than to pleasure a whore! I’ve already done that. I need to—”
“Wait!” Melanie cried helplessly. “I need to know—why I’m acting like this. Please. I beg of you, Mistress.”
“Why should I tell you?” Emma cracked a grin. “What would be the point?” Melanie sighed. She should’ve expected this. “You’re like a dog to me anyway. A dog who happens to be able to fuck me. I slipped you a potion. A good potion, too.” Mel’s mouth fell open. She knew Emma was mean, but—though this did sort of arouse her. Now she literally was attached to Emma by the hip. “Now, basically, you can’t leave me for three days. Sex with anyone else will do nothing. You can’t leave the Candies for five days. So basically, you’re lucky you came to me. You couldn’t’ve gone to the Candies. This lasts for...was it? Six months. Though it isn’t all bad. You’re stuck with the worst fate of all—getting the best sex of your life. Don’t say it’s a bad thing, ho.” Emma smiled evilly. She had bound Mel while she was talking. She lightly smacked Mel’s face. “It’s okay, puppy. Besides, that phone call? Honeypot’s closed for the weekend. You get to stay another week. Dulce bullied the manager. On my orders, of course. Remember, you’re our bitch tomorrow. You got a three-day break, don’t expect this to happen again anytime soon.” She smiled at Mel. “Now get out of my room. I don’t allow harlots in here. Only when I want them to be. And if their nipples are rock hard and they’re dripping. Which—” she looked down. “You seem to be.” She grinned.

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The next day was when the thing happened that Emma had intended to happen days before. Mel was literally going to be their bitch, serve to their every need.
This time she had to carry all seven of them downstairs, and they could tell her to go faster or slower at any time by spanking her.
“Done,” Mel gasped by the time she had transported Brandi downstairs.
“That was so slow,” Candy told her. “Nine minutes. Ridiculous.” Emma smiled at her. “You know, she’s right. I expect better from you.” She quickly smacked Mel’s ass hard. “That’s what you get every time you screw up, bitch.” Her face was right next to Melanie’s. “Got it? Good.” She didn’t wait for Melanie to answer. She knew Mel was too busy getting turned on by this.
“Change into your uniform,” Dulce threw three kerchiefs that would normally go in your hair in different colors, and three pairs of Daisy Dukes at her. “What?” Melanie asked, a rhetorical question. “This is my uniform?”
“Did you expect a wedding dress?” Priscilla snapped.
“No. Sorry.”
“That’s better, slave,” Honey told her, before sucking Candy’s neck.
“So, I change...in front of you?”
“And you’d better hurry up, we’re doing Brandi at twelve thirty,” Honey added. “Make sure to strip strategically.” She took her lips from Candy to watch the show.
Mel took a few seconds to take off her shirt, before throwing it across the room. (“I hope you know you’re getting that.”) She revealed Double D’s stuffed into a tiny bra, which definitely added effect. She slowly took off her very mini skirt, and threw that too. “You won’t be needing a bra,” Emma informed her, winking. So she took that off, swinging it around, before throwing it as well. All were very pleased at this display, and Shayna had the nerve to snap a picture! Melanie danced seductively for a few minutes, making sure to feel up her tits, then slowly put on her kerchief (think Eliza Dushku in The New Guy) around herself, and slipped into those Daisy Dukes.
“Mmmm...” came from more than one of the strippers. It appeared to be over. No one bothered to clap, it would be giving her too much praise, which they tried never to do. “Bad,” Shayna told her, lying through her teeth. “But keep doing it,” she grimaced, though she would like nothing better.
“It’s twelve,” Brandi said. “You guys better start getting ready,” she grinned, as if the others had never done her before.
“Great,” Mel sighed. She would actually have to do something now. “Quit whining!” Emma told her before scuttling off to get primped. Only Brandi and Priscilla stayed, to make fun of her more than anything else, while also casually flirting. “Clean up your clothes,” Priscilla sniffed. “That striptease was horrible.” Melanie did so, still handcuffed, but she wasn’t at all ashamed, because she knew each one of them had enjoyed it.
Melanie picked up the clothes, then set to work cleaning the kitchen. She scrubbed the counter, cleaned the floor (even got down on her knees, which Priscilla and Brandi both enjoyed the view from), polished the paintings (not that there were many), cleaned the table and the chairs, including the ones Brandi and Priscilla were sitting on.
“That’s a good slave,” Brandi crooned seductively, “scrub that counter. Harder! Harder!” These people seemed to be able to make anything into something about sex. “Ooh, that’s good. Now shake your ass while you’re doing it. Mmm, that’s really good, bitch. Shake that sexy ass of yours. Now turn around—” Melanie followed everything they said, what else could she do, they had their hands on the leashes. “Now smack yourself.” She did. “Did it hurt? No? Okay. Get on the floor. Don’t move, but don’t try not to move.” The girls pulled the leashes around her feet as hard as they could, so she was sliding feet first toward them. “Good whore, good whore. Now sit up.”
She did. She felt pain on her face as the girls smacked her hard across the face at the same time. Priscilla started, “Stand up, ho. Now, you’re done here, so we’re gonna go into my room.” Mel smiled, but stopped when she heard, “And no, you’re not getting sex,” Priscilla told her. Mel had to carry them up, one on piggyback, trying to hump her, and the other in her arms, massaging her breasts as they went.
“Good, strong, sexy slave,” when they reached Priscilla’s room. It was 12:14. “Now, go to my closet and pull out two leather outfits.” Melanie did so, knowing where this was going. Priscilla spanked her for being a bad slave. “No, not those, the ones behind them, slave!” Priscilla turned her around and pointed. “Yes. Now dress Brandi and me.”
“You mean undress,” Melanie muttered under her breath, but this was a good opportunity. “What, ho?” Brandi asked her, slapping her ass. Melanie quickly undressed them, then pulled the leather, with some trouble over both of their taut asses. “You like that, dontcha?” Brandi asked her. “You like touching our breasts, don’t ya? Go downstairs and clean another room while we have a bit of sex. This is preparing for what everyone else is going to do.” Brandi spanked her to keep her in check, then smiled as Melanie carried them downstairs. She was definitely gonna build up some muscle in this place.

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While the other seven proceeded to have wild and crazy sex, Mel scrubbed every inch of the club. When she was done, the other seven still weren’t down, so she tried to clean up the room that they were in, trying to avoid them. It didn’t quite work.
“Get out!” Candy screamed, throwing a pink pillow at her.
“Out, ho!” “Kick her out, Emma!” “OUT!” Melanie left sadly. She would never be as good as her Mistress wanted her to. What about the consequences? Emma had never given her those. Though she didn’t want to remind her.
Though this next bit was a tad disturbing: Melanie began to have thought she knew she shouldn’t have: What if she just didn’t listen to Emma? Or Candy or Dulce or anybody? What if she disobeyed?
When the septet were done, they relaxed for a moment, before gaining sexual energy again. “Did you clean the house, ho?” Emma asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Look at our room, it’s filthy!”
This ticked Melanie off so badly she had to say something. “Excuse me, but this whole time I was cleaning up this dump! The only reason I didn’t get to one out of these twenty rooms is because you were USING IT! I tried to get in but you kicked me out! I even cleaned your bathroom, which had cum all over it!”
“Which you licked up, right?” Dulce asked, a frown coming over her pretty face, and by Mel’s expression, she knew she had hit it out of the ballpark.
“Excuse you, whore,” Emma said, livid, “but you never—ever—speak to me like that—ever!”
“Wait,” Shayna asked, saying precisely what Melanie had hoped she wouldn’t, “What about those consequences, Emma? You promised her those and never gave them to her.”
“I didn’t, did I?” Emma shook her head at Melanie. “She has been a bad ho. We’ll have to do it.” She smiled sadistically.

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Melanie Brown was attached to something again, just like she had been with Dulce and Honey, only this time, seven women surrounded her, each looking hornier than the next, all couldn’t wait for this opportunity.
Emma started it off. She slapped Mel B’s leather-clad ass. Brandi had given her her outfit to wear for the occasion. Mel screeched from behind a gag. Each girl took a turn five or six times, which added up to a helluva lotta smacks. It, sadly for Mel, was just beginning. Emma now concentrated her attention on Mel’s bare stomach, which she smacked a few times, before sucking the area where her tattoo was.
The other girls repeated the same thing. Then they split up. Each pinched a different part: Dulce the outside of Mel’s clit, Brandi the ass cheeks, Emma the right tit, Honey the left tit, Priscilla the face (not the eyes, though, they weren’t THAT cruel), Shayna the stomach, and Candy the inner thighs. Each licked the part after pinching it, which, since it was simaltaneous, pleasured Mel. She moaned, and then they went back to pinching. This was a punishment after all. Mel whined. Her words were muffled, but they definitely sounded like curses. The torture continued for longer.

The last event influenced Mel to behave bad more. But this time Emma didn’t resort to pain. That was weak. She decided to try a little revenge. When Melanie refused to clean the house, Emma replied, “Sure.”
But when the newspaper got delivered, Melanie was the front page of The Sun.
Emma read out loud, with Melanie in earshot, “Melanie Brown—Hot nude photos” was the headline.
Melanie Brown, 30, ex-Spice Girl, was seen posing for these nude shots in an unknown location.
Emma and the others laughed hysterically. Being evil was so much fun. “You guys are bitches,” Mel informed them before storming upstairs.
“Don’t worry,” Emma told them as they did her that night. “I’ve got a plan.”

That night, Emma took the seven girls clubbing to the hottest club in Maidenhead, besides theirs of course. Mel was included too, but that was because of the plot. “Here, Mel,” Emma handed her a beer, and giving herself one too. Emma smiled when she saw that Melanie had drunken the whole thing. Emma had spiked it. Already Melanie was acting a bit strange.
“I’m just a—just a tit bipsy,” Mel told Candy and Brandi as they danced with her, trapping her between the two of them and rubbing up against her. They turned around and groped her breasts, catching her before she fell over.
“Let her make a fool of herself,” Emma whispered, and sent Mel onto the karaoke stage.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllll alwaaaaaaaaaays loooooooooove yoooooooou!” Mel sang, before falling over. Emma caught her before she hit the ground, however. “Jesus,” Shayna said. “We gotta get her home.”
That was easy. On the underground, Mel didn’t even need a leash. She stayed with them.
Once home, Mel collapsed on the couch. “Oh God,” she moaned. “What a night, huh?”
“Yeah.” The others raised their eyebrows at each other. “So, how’d you like being slapped, pinched, and beaten the other night?”
“Ya—Y’know what? I’m gonna—I’m gonna be honest with you guys. You guys are sexy—no, don’t interrupt me—” though the girls hadn’t said anything. “Listen to me! You guys are hot pieces of ass, man.”
“Wanna try it again?” Dulce whispered. She approached Mel and stood her up. She picked her up and carried her, the others following, to a room Mel had never seen before. There was a mat, about 2 ½ feet in the air, for Mel to lie on. They set her down. There was a hole for your head. She was facedown.
The girls came up to her, and began taking her clothes off, leaving nothing but a bottom. Each girl took turns massaging her back, all the way down to her ass. “Mmmm,” Melanie moaned. As it got harder and harder she began screaming. “Dulceeeee! Candy! Yess...don’t stop. Don’t—don’t—aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
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