Spice Control: Starring Emma Bunton (Baby Spice)

By Judge Knoll (MC, MF)

Emma had decided to do a little shopping. While her notoriety with the public had diminished since the break up of the Spice Girls several years before she still had to be discreet. She waited for the Limo to pick her up in front of her Mansion. Finally the Limo arrived and pulled up in front of her. Slightly ticked off that the driver was 15 minutes late she managed to keep her composure.

The driver quickly made his way to the back of the limo and opened up the back door. "Morning Ms.Bunton".

"Yeah, mornin" she dimly replied without making eye contact. Emma sat herself in the back of the spacious limo. As the limo pulled away she picked up a magazine beside her and started to flip through just to kill time.

In the front of the limo the driver pulled out his cell phone and dialed. He began to have a conversation with the person on the other line. "Hello boss- Yeah she is by herself today- She isn't supposed to be doing anything too important. Just a couple of the rich shops. She isn't expected til' the early afternoon. Sources inside say it should be safe. You're going ahead for sure? Alright, I'll get things underway." The driver smiled as he hung up the cell phone. He was getting paid handsomely for this. Plus, he was going to rather enjoy the whole process. They had waited a month for the right moment and this was finally it.

Emma put down her magazine and let out yawn. Upon looking outside she noticed that they did not seem to be going in the direction that she had expected. Puzzled she leaned ahead and picked up the phone to speak to the driver in the front. When she put it too her ear she didn't hear anything on the receiver. "For hell...." she muttered to herself. She let our a sigh and knocked on the divider at the front. "Hello driver". No response. "Hello driver sir? Blasted." He probably the radio up loud she thought to herself. Sitting back in her seat she rubbed her head. Maybe it wasn't going to be her day. Suddenly a black panel began to slid up the window beside her. She immediately slid over to the other side of the seat with an expression of outright confusion on her face. Then she noticed that the same thing was happening to the other window. Suddenly it was dark. "What ...what the hell is going on! Driver!!!!! She screamed as she started to pound on the divider again. DRIVER!!!!!! S oon she could hear a hissing sound coming from all around her. Before long the entire back of the limo was filled with a greenish gas. She tried to scream out but couldn't. Emma then fell back on the seat with her eyes shut.

"Emma?" .... A voice whispered in her ear. "Emma my love can you hear me?" Emma blinked her eyes open. She immediately realized that she could not move. All four limbs including her head were strapped to a metal table. All she could see were the bright lights on the ceiling. "What the fu.....where am I. Whats going on!" Then she seen a face appear over her. It was of a dark haired middle aged man who seemed to be enjoying her current situation. "Who are you...what are you doing with me?" "Now Emma just relax. You will understand everything very soon" said the strange man as he reached down rubbed his hand against her cheek. "What are you talking about?....Just let me go!" The distraught blonde cried out. Her captor let out a chuckle "I am afraid that is most impossible Ms.Bunton......or may I call you Baby Spice?" Emma couldn't comprehend what exactly was going on but she knew that she was in trouble. "Please just let me go.......!"

The man let out a sarcastic sigh "Like I said Ms.Bunton that is not an option. I have some very special plans for you." Emma could hardly contain her frustration "...what do you mean special plans..?......Just let me the fuck......" SILENCE! The man yelled. Emma quit her protests as she realized she was in a very vulnerable situation. "Now as I was saying Ms.Burton, I have some very special plans for you. You see I am a man of quite substantial wealth. I was not always this way though. I was once a struggling inventor trying to make a buck in this dog eat dog world. Before I made my fortune in the technology industry I was a big fan of your group the Spice Girls. You could almost say I had a fetish. Many nights I spent jerking off to your videos. Ah yes, Scary, Ginger, Sporty, Posh, and last but not least, Baby Spice." The man leaned closer to Emma who was starting to become alarmed by the direction of her captors rant. "You see Ms.Bunton , I always fantasized about becoming a rich playb oy and purchasing the rights to your music and more importantly your band. However, by the time I became that rich playboy your band had unfortunately dissolved. So I was not able to fulfill that wish. Then something wonderful happened. I finally succeeded in finishing a project that took many years. It has made me richer than I had ever imagined. More important it is going to give me something else. Real Control over the Spice Girls.

"What are you talking about, Emma asked nervously. The man stood back up and displayed a sinister grin. "I am talking about making you girls my employees. No, actually that isn't the right word. Slaves. More appropriately my sex slaves. Emma's eyes grew wider. She wasn't sure how to respond. "Yes Ms.Bunton. You and the other girls will serve me. It is going to be an extremely pleasurable experience for all involved. Now then, since my cock is hardening as we speak, I think it is time to get this show under way. The man disappeared from Emma's site as she could hear his footsteps going away from her. She began to stutter "Wait...what do you mean.....is it more money you want...I don't understand!" Then she heard a door slam. The lights then went dim.

Suddenly the table began to move from its horizontal position to a vertical one. Then it stopped into place. Emma only saw darkness in front of her. She couldn't see anything around her because her head was too tightly strapped to the table. It remained silent in the room. Emma finally squeaked out a "Hello.......?" When a bright green light flashed in front of her eyes. Emma quickly shut her eyes as the light was painfully blinding. But then she screeched in pain as a continuous shock of energy pulsated from the metallic beam strapped around her heard. Her eyelids immediately opened and she could not close them as she was forced to stare at the pulsating beam that was flashing in her eyes. No matter how hard she tried she could not close her eyes. Emma began to whimper but to no avail. What seemed like hours past as Emma continued to stare into the flashing beam. She could no longer put together logical thoughts. The flashing beam and energy waves had effective shut down her mind. Then the beam narrowed down to a small laser that went straight into Emma's pupils. After an hour of this the beam shut off. Emma stared straight ahead without any expression. Then a big screen came down in front of her. The screen came alive with images of her captor have sex with several different women. Women whom he had enslaved with the very same device that was enslaving Emma. "EMMA. I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU ARE MY SLAVE. I OWN YOU. YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS." Emma starred blankly ahead , looking at the images and taking in the voice of her master. EMMA. I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU ARE MY SLAVE. I OWN YOU. YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS. EMMA. I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU ARE MY SLAVE. I OWN YOU. YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS. EMMA. I AM YOUR MASTER. YOU ARE MY SLAVE. I OWN YOU. YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS. The screen in front of her continued with images of her master using his slaves as sex toys. Fucking them in every position. Shooting his cum onto them. She took all of it in. EMMA. I AM YOUR M ASTER. YOU ARE MY SLAVE. I OWN YOU. YOU WILL OBEY MY COMMANDS.

Two days later Emma sat alone in her room watching TV. Usually she went out on Saturday nights but for some reason she felt compelled to stay at home this evening. She laid on her stomach on her bed flipping through the channels when her cell phone rang. Picking up the phone the let out a cheerful "Hello?" The man on the other end began to laugh. "So Emma are you ready for some fun". The voice sounded familiar to Emma but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Umm who might this be"? The man responded "Well Emma, you could say I am the man who is about to shag you rotten." Emma had a look of disgust on her face "You bloody pervert. I don't know how the hell you go this number but......." Two words rung out on the other end of the phone. "Spice Control!" Emma's face immediately went slack. "So Emma can you tell me who I am" "You are my master. I am your slave. You own me. I will obey your commands" said Emma in a monotone voice. Her master broke out again in laughter. Overjoyed tha t everything was going as planned. "Very good Emma. You will now listen very closely to what I am about to tell you". Her master began to tell Emma his plans for her that evening. She sat on her bed with her phone to her ear looking straight ahead. Accepting her instructions.

Emma was now at her masters house. In fact she was in his bedroom. Dressed in a pink ballerina's dress and her hair in pigtails as her master had instructed. Her master walked into the room already naked. He looked at his valued possession and his dick became hard as a rock. "Oh Emma. You are but the first of many. Now pleasure me." "Yes master", replied Emma as she seductively walked over to him.

They quickly engaged in a long passionate kiss that lasted for quite some time with plenty of tounge action. Just as he had order. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He slipped the dress off and began laying his mouth along her breasts. He kissed the pert nipples and licked his tongue along the curves of the large mounds. He had been holding himself in all day and had to let go. He pushed his cock into her pussy and slowly began rubbing it in and out. He buried his head in her cleavage as he did, inhaling her scent. She pushed against him, her breasts crunching around his head, her pussy riding more into his cock. He almost came immediately. After pounding her with a fury he pulled his cock out of her trembling body and placed it on her chest. He began to drag it up and down the sensitive area in between her breasts, semen trailing in its wake. She moaned slightly as he pushed her breasts together, around his cock. He increased the motion, letting the tip of his rod skim along her soft skin. He tickled the nipples as he pushed her tits closer.

He finally came, shooting cum onto her chest and up around her neck. It was another passionate lip-lock after that, broken when the Master decided his cock needed cleaning. He dangled it before Emma's face. Before he could utter a command, she took it in her hands and rubbed it, her fingers massaging the pulsing member. He could feel himself build again under her touch, her fingers pinching at his balls. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered. "Suck it." Emma obediently wrapped her lips around the hard rod and took several long, slow suckles at it. Her tongue circled around as she moved her lips up and down his member. He rubbed his hands through Emma's beautiful blonde hair. "Now Emma, I want you to drink my cum". Emma gave a muffled acknowledgement. Second later he blasted his cum down her throat. She obediently swallowed. After she had licked away all traces of his cum, he took out his rod and kissed her again. The master leaned back a left out a sigh of relief and a shout of victory. He just fulfilled his fantasies by fucking one of the Spice Girls. However, this was only the beginning. Soon he would use Emma to bait one of the other members into his trap. Which one? Didn't matter to him. Because he felt confident he would have them all under his power. All willing to satisfy his sexual desires. Then the real fun begins.

The End

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