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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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A/N: This is another version. Hence the name: 2A.

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Melanie was handcuffed on a bed in a house she didn’t know. That was because she hadn’t been there in years. It was the house of her ex-Spice Girl: Emma L. Bunton. The very same was standing there, with six other busty girls.

“Hello Melanie,” Emma began. “How do you like being tied up? Bet you don’t, do you?” Emma shook her head. “Did you notice your collar? Emma’s Bitch.” At this, Melanie tried to speak through her ball-gag, but to no avail. Emma smirked. “It’s true, though, I’m sorry to—wait, no I’m not.” She laughed. She stood the brunette up and gestured to her attire. “Do you like it? It’s your bitchsuit.” Mel was wearing clothes styled like a bikini, but not colored like one. It was leather. Mel made a face behind her gag, which Emma roughly took off. “This is Brandi, Candy, Dulce, Priscilla, Shayna, and Honey. Sexy, aren’t they?” The girls were each possibly wearing the most revealing Wonder Bras there ever were.

“Hey, honey.” Candy waved, and licked her lips voluptuously. “Want a piece of candy?”

“Or maybe some...dulce?” Dulce moaned, rubbing up against Candy’s back, making the other girl moan too.

Mel shook her head. “I don’t swing that—” Emma smacked her. “Oh, you had better.” She grinned.

“Trust me, after this experience, you’ll forget what straight feels like!” The other girls whooped and cheered. “Now—for the leash.” Honey handed her a green leash, that she roughly attached to Melanie’s neck.

Emma jerked it, and Melanie obliged. “On your knees.” Melanie shook her head. “Are you kidding? I’m getting outta—” Emma smacked her.

“No you’re not. Not anytime soon.” Melanie made for the door, but Emma tugged on the leash, and Melanie fell over. “You’re mine. Sit.” Melanie did. “Stay. Good puppy. Let’s see if we can train you.” The others watched anxiously.

Emma tugged on the leash enough to make the dog go on the bed reluctantly. Emma stood over her, surrounded by the other buxom beauties, laid Mel over her lap and spanked her HARD. Mel moaned.

“No!” Mel screeched. “Stop! Ow! Aah!”

“Not until you learn some discipline, Melbitch!”

Finally Emma let up. “Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master.”

“Uh huh. Now put on your leather outfit. You’re not done yet. Clean this house and everything in it, but first—bow to each of us. Saying a little ‘Oh Master, you are the sexiest girl’. may get you somewhere. Then we’ll see if you get some little reward.” Mel sighed, but she didn’t want to be spanked again. Was there any way out of this? “Oh, and one more thing. You must carry us downstairs, and hold Brandy and Candy on your back as you work.” ‘What?’ Mel thought. ‘This is ridiculous.’ “Did you say something, bitch?”

“No, master.” Melanie got down on her knees, showing her tits to the girl she was bowing to, as well as her ass when she bowed. “Oh, Dulce, you are one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met.”

“I want to do you to eternity.” Emma butted in.

“I want to do you to eternity,” Melanie repeated, then she did the same to each of the girls, all smiling and checking out her ass as she bowed.

“Damn your tits are hot,” one of them added. Mel scowled.

“Now bring us downstairs, whore.”

“No—”

“Do you want a spanking with a belt this time?” Emma asked a rhetorical question.

“No, oh wonderful master.” Melanie carried Priscilla down first.

“Oh, baby, two flights of stairs with me.” Priscilla crooned, “I loved your ‘Hot’ album. Are you sure you didn’t get implants?” She got no answer. “Well, there’s only one way to tell.” She reached into Mel’s corset and grabbed a breast, felt it up, then decided. “No way.” Mel grinned, but before she got too happy, Priscilla pulled on her leash. “Hey! Just because I love your tits doesn’t mean you get a break.” She hit Mel’s tit. “Faster, slave!” She repeated this until Mel was sprinting. She then returned up the stairs to get Shayna, who pretty much did the same thing.

Finally, Melanie had them all downstairs, but she was exhausted, way too tired to clean the house. Though that was what she must do. Candy and Brandy were strapped on her back, moaning occasionally, and she cleaned the kitchen table, leaning over, and the others glimpsed her brown tits, moaning occasionally.

“Nice melons, you whore.”

“Scrub faster!” Brandy yelled from her barely clad back (which would inevitably make her tits jiggle).

Mel obliged reluctantly, as Candy pulled her leash. Honey then got a brilliant idea, which she whispered in Emma’s ear. Emma then announced. “Here’s the deal, whore. You must keep scrubbing as fast as you can, and do whatever other chores as fast as you can, but if a single noise comes out your mouth, you get a spanking, understand?” Mel nodded. “Here’s the catch. Before you clean any new thing, you must answer a question. Obviously, you’re only allowed to say that. AND—Candy will be fingering your clit.” Mel’s jaw dropped, as the girls snickered.

Melanie’s tits jiggled so much as she sponged the table, trying her best not to make a sound as Candy inserted a finger, just one, inside of her. It was a tremendous struggle. “You like Candy’s finger in you, don’t you, you little ho? You love it, you wanna scream from the pleasure!” Candy inserted another finger, and Mel was bucking now.

She finished with the table, and her back was aching, but she had to go on to the counter. “New item. Answer this question: Whose bitch are you?” “YOOUUUURS!” “Again?” “Emma’s!” “Emma is a sex machine! Repeat.” “Emma is a sex machine!” She was still near the point of screaming. Candy whispered in her ear, “Put your thighs together.” Mel did, hoping it would help, but to no avail. It only intensified the pressure. Emma told her to shake her ass as she scrubbed, and Mel obliged. Brandy pulled her leash to make her go faster. Melanie was shaking her ass with two half-naked girls on her back, a leash on her neck, and a finger in her clit, scrubbing as fast as she could, with four horny girls watching. Melanie couldn’t stand it. She felt herself coming with three fingers inside, and screamed. Emma cackled. She made Melanie go up two flights of stairs with the girls on her back, finally took them down, and spanked Melanie even harder. There was something about it, though. It hurt like hell, but it was pleasure even more than that.

Emma noticed this and started inside her clit, rubbing faster and faster until—“AAH! YESSS!” “Who’s your master, bitch?” “YOU ARE!” “Tell me again!” Emma gave her her vibrator and at this point Mel was screeching.

“YESSSS! I LOVE YOU EMMA! I’M YOUR BITCH FOR LIIIIIFE!”

The other girls were impressed at how fast Emma made Mel her whore. “I know,” Emma told them as they fingered each other at this erotic display. “She’s mine for as long as she’ll live.” And she whispered in their direction: “I’m getting her addicted to the sex. She has to have it.” She roughly pulled Mel away and the six girls jumped on top of her with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, the works. They covered her and licked her free of cum, whipped cream, and syrup.

When they finally had finished, Emma told Mel this was the reward she was talking about and—to her disappointment, she’d still have to clean house. Mel whined, “Must I, oh wonderful sex machine master?”

“With—Priscilla and Dulce on your back. Nude. Dulce inside you. And if a sound—”

“I have to get a spanking. I know, oh wonderful perfect sex machine master.”

“Bow.”

“Yes, master.” As she did, Emma spanked her.

After Melanie carried them downstairs, she started on the TV, with Priscilla and Dulce on her back, also nude.

“Hey, Emma?” Brandy whined. “How come Dulce and Prissy get her nude?”

“Next time, honey. Next time.”

Mel scrubbed the 54” screen with more vigor than ever. The others watched her and touched themselves. “God, I want her melons,” Shayna told Honey, who nodded and made out with her.

“I love your shaking tits,” Priscilla whispered in her ear. “You realize they’re all looking at you and checking you out. You know your jugs belong to Emma, now, right? Oh God, you’re giving me an orgasm!” For Mel was bucking her ass at Dulce’s fingers, and Priscilla’s legs were clutched tightly around her body.

When Melanie had finally finished, Emma had yet another idea. Emma sat down on Melanie’s nude back, Mel on her hands and knees. Emma humped her a bit, while stroking her tits. Mel had to go doggy-style all the way up the two flights, when finally the eight of them reached Emma’s bedroom.

“Good slave,” Emma told her soothingly. “You’ve been a good bitch, now it’s time for the sex.”

“Again?”

Emma smacked her. “Yes, again.” She told the others in a whisper, “I guess she’s not addicted yet.” And to all, “We’ll have to make her.”

Dulce and Honey, both having waited for this moment, sucked on Mel’s teats passionately, while Priscilla, Shayna, Emma, Candy, and Brandy took turns licking her clit/inner thighs until finally she came all over them.

Mel was definitely getting addicted.

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The next day, after waking up next to all the girls, she could see that after she had hit the hay, they or some of them had cummed all over the bathroom.

“Slavewhore!” Emma called from the bathroom. “Come here!” Mel came, with Dulce on her shoulders, riding her like a horse. “Get off!” Emma told her. “That’s my job.” She groped Candy’s thigh. She then abruptly turned to Mel. “See all this cum?”

“It’s mine!”

“And mine!”

“Don’t forget me.”

“Anyway,” Emma interrupted. “You are to clean it up.” Mel moaned. “With your tongue.” Mel moaned louder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. No!”

“And after it, you get a spanking,” Emma informed her, Mel still on her knees.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’ll clean it up, oh gorgeous master!”

“I thought so,” Emma said, momentarily fingering Mel’s leatherclad clit. “Get to work!”

Mel cleaned all over the (clean) bathtub, the (clean) walls, the (clean) shower, and even off of (and this was Emma’s orders) Dulce, Priscilla, and Shayna, making them moan.

“Now,” and Emma pulled Mel toward her, “how did it taste? No lies.”

“Amazing,” Mel said truthfully.

“It better have,” Emma said. She then stuck her tongue into Mel’s mouth, wrapped her legs around her waist. Mel had developed muscles, and eventually Emma got higher up, so Mel was making out with her tits. Emma was moaning and the other girls were getting jealous. “Carry me to the—bedroom,” Emma said breathlessly, and Melanie, still on the leash, did as she was told.

When the eight reached there, Emma told her to stop. Mel looked a bit offended, but did as her master told her to. “Yes, master.”

“You must make all seven of us cum within six minutes. Otherwise—”

They all chorused, “Spanking.” Emma added, “Nude. All of us.” Mel actually liked this idea, but didn’t like the pain part of it, so nodded. “Yes, master.”

“Gorgeous sex machine master.”

“Gorgeous sex machine master.” Mel repeated, on her knees. The girls were on the bed.

“Start—now.” Mel crawled over first to Shayna, massaging her tits while licking her clit. She repeated the same action to the others, who were much easier because they were near cumming already from seeing the others. Melanie sighed and lapped up the last bit of cum, savoring the taste.

“Eight minutes,” Emma said mock-sadly. “Sucks for you.” The other girls grinned.

Mel got in position, and each girl took turn smacking her well-spanked ass. “Ow! Ouch!”

“She’s cumming on me!” Dulce squealed happily, sticking a finger under to get a taste. Mel finally finished and was given another chance. “Now this time,” Emma told her sternly, “if you don’t make us cum, no pleasure for two days.” Mel frowned. This was the first sign of sadness she’d shown so far, and it was because of no sex?! Wow. She was getting addicted.

“Yeah, bitch,” Shayna told her. “So you better work harder, ho.”

Mel proceeded to do just that. She licked and massaged better than she ever thought she could, but it still took—seven minutes. Mel was horribly upset. “Guess we’ll have to do make do with each other,” Candy sighed. Melanie was (secretly) the best because she was their sex toy to control.

“So, what’ll I do all day?”

“Clean,” Honey responded automatically.

“Strip.”

“Oh, and just because no pleasure doesn’t mean no sex, my little sex toy. Oh God no. I couldn’t go two days without your big sexy tits.” Emma smirked. “And it won’t hurt...it just won’t be all that fun—for you.” They all giggled evilly.

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The next day...

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Mel had already had withdrawal for not having sex for twelve hours (sex maniac, huh?). Emma and the girls had refused to sleep with her like usual that night but entered her room around 11. They told her to get up, and carry them downstairs. She did, but as soon as she got down, they told her to carry them back up again, this time two at a time (one on the back, one in the front) wearing a little leather outfit. When they reached Emma’s room again (the twice carrying was just to strain Mel), they told her to lie on the bed.

“Quickly, bitch!” Emma exclaimed. “Now...do you want sex?”

“Hell yes!”

“From who?”

“My master!”

“And who else?”

“My other masters!”

“Right, ho! Better believe it! And...lucky for you—you’re gonna get it.” Mel smiled, but she was naive in thinking that it was going to be pleasant. Honey, on Emma’s orders, inserted two fingers in her clit, pumping harder and harder. Mel screamed and moaned, and Emma’s smile grew wider and wider. They stood her up, and finally, Honey took her fingers out. Mel hadn’t yet cummed.

“Please, please, master! Please let me cum! I’ll be a good bitch! PLEEEEASE!” Mel jumped up and down as Emma handcuffed her and prevented her from doing it herself.

“That’s your punishment!”

Mel screamed and screamed, which didn’t help her chances of getting fingerfucked again. “I’ll do all the chores every day! I’ll always stay on my leash! I’ll let you spank me if that’s what you want and I’ll never complain! Please just let me cum, master! I’ll—” Mel saw stars and passed out.

“Good puppy,” Emma stroked her tits.

When Mel woke up, she had a tiny tattoo or something to that effect, on her tits. She was stripped. It read, “PROPERTY OF EMMA BUNTON.”

“Hello, Melanie Bunton. The ‘B’ stands for ‘Bunton,’ ho. You’re mine. By law. Lucky for us Priscilla is a judge.”

“Huh?”

“Part-time.”

“Oh.”

“That’s right, bitch. She got the law made so we—and only we—can have a sex slave—you, that is.” She laughed along with the others. “Now, back to our usual punishment.” This time, Brandy got to fingerfuck her, until right before she cummed.

“You wanna cum, bitch?”

“Yesssss!”

“How much?”

“SSOOOO MUCHHH!”

“Will you do anything for it?”

“AAAAAAANYTHIINNGG!”

Emma stuck her fingers inside and let her cum all over her hand, then put her middle finger in Mel’s mouth. Mel was panting heavily and tasted herself. “See how you taste?”

Mel didn’t reply, but sucked on Emma’s fingers so much that the other girls got jealous. Suddenly Emma pulled her fingers back. Melanie was still handcuffed. “Right. Now we’re gonna play a little game.”

“Another one?”

“Another outburst and you’ll get spanked with a paddle!”

“Sorry, master. I’m a ho and you have every right to be mad at me.”

“I couldn’t hear you. You’re a what?”

“Ho. Bitch. Whore. Dog. Slave. Prostitute.”

“But whose bitch?”

“Yours, master. Forever.”

“To do what?”

“Control.”

“You’re a dog, right?”

“Ruff!”

“And you’ll forever serve—”

“Emma Bunton, the sex machine of the century.”

“Your tits belong to—”

“Emma the master!”

“And your clit and ass and everything else?”

“Emma!”

“What’s your last name?”

“Bunton!”

“Because you’re Emma’s—”

“Slave!”

“I want a slave,” Honey whined. “We can share this puppy,” Emma responded. “Great.” Honey smiled, and patted Melanie’s hair, like a dog.

“Here’s the game,” Emma continued. “Me and these vixens are going to do whatever we want to you, but if you—”

“Move I get whipped with a belt?”

“Precisely.” They set to work. First Dulce stuck her head between Mel’s knees, then got higher and higher until her face was in Mel’s clit, and she licked away joyously. Melanie stayed solid, while screaming inside. Honey was whispering in her ear. “You want to cum, don’t you? You want to scream, don’t you? You looove Dulce all up in your clit, don’t you! You know you want to screeeam...”

Meanwhile, Priscilla and Shayna were sucking and fingering Mel’s double D’s. Emma was standing guard, making sure she stayed absolutely still. And Candy and Brandi were fingering/spanking her ass.

All in all, it was a miracle she was staying still. Emma held up her hand and all the fingering stopped. “Good puppy.” Emma crooned. “On your knees.” Melanie obeyed.

“One more game.”

“Game?” Brandy quipped.

“You know what I mean. The girls will sit here—” Emma motioned to the bed, “and you will do whatever it takes to make them cum all over my bed. When you’re done, look at me and smile. Then lick the cum off my bed.” What Emma neglected to tell the whore was that she was being videotaped by a hidden camera.

“Must I?”

“Of course, slave, what did you think this was, a doghouse?”

“No, wonderful master.”

“Great, puppy.”

As the girls sat down in a row, Mel sucked each of their tits, massaged them, then finger fucked them/tongue fucking them until they came. Emma was holding her leash the whole time, but only Mel’s face was on camera. When Mel finished, she smiled for the camera, with some of Honey’s cum on her teeth. Emma frowned, because she could never praise her slave, but she had done a hell of a job. Emma almost wished she had been licked.

Mel then voluptously licked all the cum off Emma’s pink bed. Unknowingly to her, the camera picked up quite a bit of her jugs as she did. Emma smiled wider, this was even better than she’d expected.

Mel finally finished and Emma turned off the camera discreetly.

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The next day Emma turned on the news. Just as she had hoped, the top story was:

EX-SPICE GIRL MELANIE BROWN HAS PORN VIDEO

If you turned to channel 111, it was showing it right then. Melanie was shocked and offended when she saw it. “How could you tape me doing that, you fucking whore?! What did I do to deserve that?”

“Well, this.” Emma started. “Plus, you deserved punishments after you failed that game.”

“I’m leaving.” Melanie stood up and started for the door.

“I think not, Melanie Bunton.” Emma pulled her leash. Melanie made to take it off, but before she could do it, she was handcuffed by Priscilla and Candy.

“Thanks, dolls,” Emma smiled, kissing each lightly on the lips.

“Fuck you!” Mel screeched, helpless in her spot.

“Ooh. You’re just begging for a spanking, Little Miss Naughty! Come on, little whore. I’ll drag you if I have to.” Mel walked reluctantly behind Emma.

All seven of them spanked Melanie like she had never been spanked before. Emma had a few strokes with the belt even. “Look—bitch—you—can’t—talk—to—me—like—that—understand?—I’m—your—master!—Ho—you know what this means? The same punishment PLUS cleaning house! Queen of the Dogs, this has gotta stop!”

Finally she was done. The same rules applied for cleaning house. Apparently everything Emma had to be a “game.” This time Melanie was cleaning nude.

“That’s it! Scrub harder! Harder! Harder!” The girls were all touching themselves. “It feels good to cum, doesn’t it?” Shayna told Candy. “Too bad this puppy can’t!”

Melanie cleaned everything double time and impressed the seven of them.

Now for the second punishment.

The girls crowded around, and Honey put a finger into Mel—then two, and finally three. Mel was riding the fingers, yet somehow Honey was wrapped around Mel’s waist. This was arousing Honey as well, and soon they were both in ecstasy—though Mel’s couldn’t be completed.

“I HAFTA CUM! MASTER, LET ME CUM! PLEEEASE! I’LL NEVER BE RUDE AGAIN! I’LL NEVER LEAVE! I’LL WORSHIP YOU ALL!! I PROMISE!! JUST LET ME CUM!” Melanie fell into Honey’s arms.

Finally she awoke.

“Did you like that, Emma’s bitch?” Honey asked.

“No.”

“So what does that tell you?”

“Stay with my master forever and ever. Worship her and you guys on my knees. Be the best bitch and clean the house and I’ll get some serious fucking.”

“Good bitch. You know, I’m actually starting to like you.”

“Really, master?”

“Just a tad.”

Honey then put four fingers inside Mel.

“PLEASE LET ME CUUUUUUMMMM!” And she did. All over Emma’s hand, who had switched plaesa with Honey, after all, it was her slave. Then the eight of them had a sex session.

“Whose bitch are you?”

“EMMA’S!”

“Whose wish is your command?”

”EMMA!”

“Whom do you love?”

“EMMA!”

“Worship?”

“EMMA!”

“Controls everything you do?!”

“EMMA!”

“Gives the best sex in the world?”

“EMMA!”

“Who do you bow to?”

“EMMA!”

“And who do you adore?”

“EMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
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