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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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Emma had thought of a new test for Mel. She enjoyed playing games with and testing her sex toy, basically exercising her power over Mel.
When they woke up the following morning, Emma informed her, “You have a new...game to play with me and the others.” She gestured around, and the Candies giggled suggestively. “It should guarantee to be fun for all of us.” Shayna licked her lips.
“First,” Emma continued, “here’s your armchair, and here are two TV’s. Girls,” she told her vixens, “gather round. It’ll be a test of your orientation.” She handcuffed Mel to the chair. “Try to look at the TV you think is right.”
Mel sighed. This should be easy. Was she wrong.
On the right TV was Ashton Moore, Pamela Anderson, and Jenna Jameson in compromising positions. On the left was Queer as Folk, showing two guys making out. The girls watched carefully as Mel’s eyes automatically and very obviously went to the right TV, making Emma smile.
Melanie moaned and licked her lips. Shame she was handcuffed. She could’ve had fun. Emma grinned wider. Exactly as she planned. Subtly, with the remote, she turned off the left TV and Mel didn’t even notice. Mel began bucking on the chair. When Mel looked as happy as she was going to get, Emma turned it off. The girls faced her, smirking.
“Seems like you enjoyed that,” Honey smiled evilly. Melanie hesitated.
Emma approached her and sat on her lap, facing her. “Guess you’re not as straight as you thought you were,” she said seductively. Melanie opened her mouth to speak, but Emma interrupted her. “I think you picked the wrong TV. You know what that means.”
Melanie whined. Great. Emma tugged her leash, and unhandcuffed her. She made Mel get on all fours and have Dulce, Honey, and Priscilla ride her into the bedroom. “I don’t want your sex!” Mel suddenly screeched. Everyone gasped.
“Oh, puppy, of course you do,” Brandi whispered in her ear, fingering through her top Mel’s hard nipples. “You crave it. Get out of the denial stage, sex toy.” Shayna crooned, stroking her tits. Mel shook her head, protesting.
“And for your insolence,” Emma shook her head, “spanking.” They tied her to her usual spot and took turns spanking her with a paddle.
When they finally finished, they turned to Mel. “You,” Emma told her, “are NOT straight. You are a full-fledged lesbian. You’re MY full-fledged lesbian sex toy.” Melanie nodded. “Get down, puppy.”
They untied her.
“New game,” Candy said. She whispered it in Emma’s ear, who made out with her for a full four minutes for it. “Here’s the game,” Emma told Mel finally. “It’s called ‘How Much Cum Can One Sex Toy Produce?’”
The girls picked her up, stripped her, and threw her roughly on the bed. They crowded around, hanging their Double D’s in her face, and immediately started playing with her. Dulce and Honey simultaneously fingerfucked her (three fingers) while Shayna had her clit in her face, pumping up and down and getting cum all over Mel. Emma, Priscilla, and Brandi were on her tits, massaging them in every way possible, while Candy was somehow managing to knead her ass from underneath. None of them stopped, and Melanie was screaming as best she could into Shayna’s clit.
“Yesssss!” She didn’t stop, she kept cumming, and cumming (four fingers, five fingers), and—finally, she stopped. “No more,” Honey informed them, as if they were at a gas station. Mel exhaled loudly. “How much do you think that was?” Brandi asked.
“Dunno,” Emma said. Honey held up the bucket. They later found out it was two quarts. “Let’s lick Shayna’s cum off Mel’s face!” proposed Dulce. They proceeded to.
“Two quarts! Holy shit!” Emma screamed in delight. “Now, for step two—” Mel groaned. There was a step two? “We—that is, you, ma petit sex slave, repeat the same steps for everyone else here.” Mel’s jaw dropped. “Hell no.”
“SPANKING!” everyone shouted. Mel dropped to her knees, her ass in the air. “Pleease, no. Please, no. Emma, my purpose, my only, my master, please.”
“Fine. But you had better do a good job! This is the last time you get cut any slack!” Mel saluted very seriously.
This time, Dulce was on the bed, and the rest were watching. Mel hesitated, then stuck her head between D’s legs, and inserted her tongue, trying to massage every way she could. The sooner the better. Oh wait. No...she rather liked this. She could let it go on. She let the cum fall into the bucket with her own, till finally Dulce was milked dry.
She repeated the same for Brandi, Candy, Shayna, Emma, Priscilla, and Honey. Now there were two buckets, full to the brim of cum. Emma moaned. She was in there. And her toy. And her other vixens.
“Like that?” Emma asked. Mel nodded, transfixed. “Another round, perhaps?”
And miraculously they were all rejuvenated and it happened all over again. This time there were four buckets after they were done. “Any ideas, what to do now?” Emma asked her horny blonde vixens. They all whispered ideas in her ear, and Mel feared the worst.
She was right.
“The top two are,” Emma informed Melanie, “‘Drink it all,’ and ‘Take a bath in it.’ So I think you’re gonna have to do both.” The girls whooped. Mel was actually excited for once. Might be fun. “After you’ve taken a bath in it.” Mel’s face fell. “Obviously, you’ll take a proper shower first, so you’ll be clean.” Emma rolled her eyes as if this was obvious. Mel’s face brightened. “Don’t get too excited, petit slave, or I won’t let you shower beforehand.”
Mel tried to curb her enthusiasm. After she had showered (with the Candies + Emma, obviously, how else would she shower?), she got ready to do the fun stuff. She took a deep breath, and poured the four buckets into the huge tub. The other girls joined her. The tub had to be the size of a medium-sized bedroom. All those #1 records had paid off. She stepped in and found the cum still warm. Very warm, actually. As hot as a Jacuzzi, probably. The others came in too, and were all very aroused. “Put your face in it,” Brandi told her. Mel obliged.
“Now do us in this water,” Emma ordered. Mel obliged to that too. Finally these demands were getting more fun. After Melanie had licked every part of Emma that was humanly possible, They ordered her to drink the cum, and Melanie did as she was told. It was actually quite fun. When she didn’t think she could take any more, she swallowed and told the girls that. “Nuh-uh,” Honey ordered. “I know we taste good, go satisfy your taste buds. And other parts of your body.” She winked.
She was right. It did taste good and it did satisfy more than just her taste buds. The others watched as they saw all that satisfaction take place, grinning. When she was done, they ordered her to lick it off them too. She pretended to moan about it, then did so, loving it the whole time.
“That’s right, bitch. You love our cum, don’t you? Or this may be yours, who knows?” Priscilla stuck a finger into her, and just as she came, she stuck the finger in Melanie’s mouth, who sucked on it for much longer than she probably should have.
“Master, have I made you happy?” Melanie pleaded, on her knees in the empty tub.
“Not yet.”
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Humiliation galore.
The next day, Melanie was in the middle of the London streets, handcuffed to two poles, gagged, wearing a bikini and with a sign on her: SCARY SPICE - $1 mil per night – Women only – Doesn’t come alone.
Everyone stared as they walked by. A few people seemed to take an interest, but looked away when they read “Women only” or “$1 mil per night.” It started to rain eventually, but it was more like tropical rain because it was July. Mel was wet but not cold. She whimpered and Emma laughed, watching from inside her house, fucking Candy and Priscilla. The instructions were to press the button when someone came. If she pressed it when someone didn’t come, she’d earn an hour’s spanking. Quite a few women flirted with her physically and verbally, and Mel was helpless, though she often did like it. Once Mel pressed the button accidentally and Emma came down. She was pissed when she found out and warned Mel that she would get a spanking later.
Finally someone came who apparently had enough money. She was very attractive and scantily clad, which Mel liked, and knew Emma would approve of. Her name was Bonnie. She looked, by scary coincidence, very similar to the Candies. This freaked Mel out a bit, but when Bonnie asked, Mel clenched her legs together tightly. “You’re a hooker, I presume?” Bonnie said casually. Mel nodded, she was gagged. Bonnie looked through her wallet, and gave her a few bills. “Very steep,” she said. “But very sexy.” She stroked Mel’s chin like she was an animal on display at a zoo—a dog, for instance. Mel pushed the button, and Emma greeted her, and told her to go upstairs. She then untied Melanie and told her to carry her and Bonnie upstairs. She was still handcuffed, so had no choice. Bonnie found this a bit odd, but handcuffs weren’t a new thing for her.
When they reached Emma’s room, the Candies sat her down on the bed, oohing, aahing, touching her and she just smiled. “This is what you meant when you said, ‘doesn’t come alone,’ huh?” She asked. Emma nodded, but then locked the door. “Here’s the deal,” she informed the newcomer. “Are you familiar with the term ‘sex slave?’”
Bonnie nodded, looking worried. Emma laughed. “No no, you’re not the sex slave.” Bonnie exhaled. “She is.” Bonnie laughed too. “Really?” she asked. “Because that’s just my kind of thing.” She paid Emma the five million.
“Me too.”
“You do do the ‘torture/sex up’ thing, don’t you?”
“Oh hell yes. Definitely. Matter of fact, she’s due for a spanking right now, because this little harlot disobeyed instructions. We should get to it, though, shouldn’t we?”
“Of course.”
The eight of them approached Mel and threw her down on the bed. “She’s still one of those false resistors,” Candy whispered to Bonnie. “I’m Candy, by the way. This is Dulce, Brandi, Honey, Priscilla, and Shayna.” Bonnie waved, took them in and liked what she saw. It was very obviously a mutual feeling.
“Ready, bitch?” Priscilla said. They turned her over and spanked her as hard as they could. After they were done, with Mel still face down, Bonnie was the bravest to stick her finger into Melanie’s ass. Candy and Dulce repeated the action, and Emma leaned down to bite her 36” ass.
“Still straight?” Brandi asked.
Mel nodded. The others stopped, impressed. They turned her over and she sputtered, “What the HELL is wrong with you?!”
They responded by, after conferencing and coming to an agreement, giving her another spanking. She resisted again and Emma was amazed. She then decided drastic outbursts call for drastic punishments.
“NEW GAME!” Emma shrieked. She told her, “You’re not allowed to cum. Period. If you do...it’ll be much worse than a spanking, trust me.”
They caressed every inch of her body, four of them took high, four took low. Mel was moaning and bucking her hips, her clit practically in Bonnie’s face. She finally got to her climax and cummed all over Bonnie. “Lick it off me, ho.” Bonnie said, very good at the Dominance/submission deal. Mel did, and Emma was pissed.
“Right,” she began. “Clean every inch of this house, while carrying me, Bonnie, Brandi, Honey, and Dulce. If you fail, it’ll get worse.”
Melanie, still nude, was forced downstairs, and with the help of Shayna, Priscilla, and Candy, got Brandi, Honey, Dulce, and Emma on her back, with Bonnie on her front, all doing piggyback style, and humping her, just to torture her. Bonnie dared to put a finger in her ass and Honey dared to put one in her clit. Mel was exhausted before she even started.
She started in the living room, and began to reclean the television. She raised her arm to scrub, and Dulce grabbed it, trying to pull it back. Mel won and cleaned it. Now Dulce, Brandi, and Emma were grabbing her arm. She couldn’t win, they wouldn’t let her. Bonnie put another finger in her ass and Honey put another in her clit.
Mel was shaking her ass now, and it was helping just a tad, but not much. Meanwhile, the ones not on her back were getting a free show. Mel tried to clean the TV, and when she had finally managed to, she moved to the coffee table, bending down, and everyone was in heaven. Except Melanie.
When she was finally done, she moved to the couch, and wobbled. With four girls on her back, one on her front, three fingers in her clit, and one in her ass, trying to clean while having her arm forced back, she didn’t dare collapse for fear of hurting them. But wait, wasn’t that what she wanted to do? She got confused and woozy. She settled for “I surrender.” Emma got the message and unstrapped them all. Mel was exhausted and collapsed on the couch.
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Emma gave her a break and waited for the next day for her punishment to continue. The way that happened was that they took the underground at 2am to the Honeypot. The eight of them were all sitting on her lap on the underground, and she had to piggyback five of them (including Emma and Bonnie) into the club. Keep in mind Melanie was nude the whole time. There were still plenty of people there and Melanie was forced into someone’s used clothes and onto the stage. Emma had told her beforehand that she would have to strip. The guys whooped and cheered, and the girls did so, perhaps a bit less drunkenly. There was far more guys than girls though, so you couldn’t really tell.
Melanie voluptuously danced around poles for a while, then the other girls entered. Melanie spanked all of them (part of the act), then slowly but surely took off her top, revealing no bra and receiving big cheers. She then took off her miniscule skirt and threw that too. She was now fully nude, and so were the other girls (they had stripped too), and they began to have wild and crazy sex. When they had finally finished, Melanie was drenched in cum. She piggybacked them home when they weren’t on the subway.
“Had fun, sex toy?” Emma asked, laughing.
“Was that enough for you?” Bonnie inquired.
“You’re covered in cum,” she added. “We’ve got to get that off you.” Melanie whined. Noooooo. She hated lesbian sex. Or at least, she pretended to. They licked every square inch of her body, and Melanie was glad for the house of sex. She could definitely get used to being the slave.
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Since Melanie still hadn’t satisfied their needs, she still had to be punished. They had confirmed that that Honeypot scheme didn’t end up working out like they planned. Mel had liked it. So they decided to go with the low road and repeat the last punishment until she got it right.
Four girls on her back, one on her front, eleven fingers inside of all three holes, four hands trying to hold her back from cleaning. She cleaned the whole downstairs by some miracle, then moved to the second floor. The stairs were an obstacle to themselves. She cleaned the guest bedroom, the bathroom, the television room, and the game room with so much force that they actually were surprised.
It was by the time they got to the third floor that Mel gave up. “Fine,” Emma said. “Then carry us downstairs.” Bonnie slapped her three times and Honey spanked her, so she finally did it.
“Good whore.” Emma smiled.
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Melanie Bunton was strapped on the bed, legs apart slightly. Honey was holding a nine-inch strap on dildo, and before Mel could say a thing, it was inside her a few inches. “C’mon, slave, you can take more than that!” Emma encouraged. “Or can’t you?” She pushed it in, more, more, more, Mel was cumming all over the place, and it was lubricating it.
“Noooo! I hate this!” Melanie screamed. She had had enough. “No you don’t!” Emma retorted. “You better love it!” Six inches in now, and Mel had reached her limit. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH GOD! YESS! I’M A LESBIAN!!!”
Emma stopped pushing, with nine inches in, and pulled it out quickly, just to annoy Mel. “Ya like that, huh? Told you you were a lesbian.” Mel was breathing deeply and she admitted, “God, you guys are amazing. You are the best master I’ve ever had. I’ll be yours forever.” Emma nodded at the Candies (who were on top of Mel), and they understood: Now she was addicted to the sex.
“Will you ever leave?”
“Oh no. Never in a million years. No one gives it like the eight of you do.”
“Best believe it, Prostitute of the Year,” Bonnie said proudly.
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