the other four have some fun

"You know you have been bad, and that your intrusion into here has shocked all five of us, boy, so you have to accept that after Baby Spice, the rest of us also need to be given a chance to punish you" said Victoria B.

You had no say and did not need to respond, as both Sporty Melanie C and Ginger Spice Geri Halliwell had already climbed on top of you, trapping you there underneath their combined weight.  Geri H was the lighter one of the two, and she was sitting on your lower chest, which you could kind of cope with, except that she was thumping your balls with the palm of her hands, which you found nearly as painful as Baby Bunton's whipping had been.

 To make matters worse, Melanie C, the heaviest and least soft one of the five, was sitting on your whole face, forcing your nose and mouth into between her butt cheeks, and preventing you from breathing normally, let alone speaking.

 Just when you thought the complete subjugation, humiliation and brutal punishment could not get any worse, Scary Mel B got out her long and shiny black whip and started whacking you on your upper chest, which was exposed between where the two ladies were sitting. Her aim and her fury were so powerful that each and every stroke missed Ginger and Sporty spice completely and made you absorb the full **** of every each and lash. Slash! Whip! Slash! Owwww.

 After watching this for a while, Victoria B decided to get involved too - while making Sporty promise her she would be next to ride your sorry face and make use of your tongue, she picked up the brush Emma had been using, and started whacking your exposed balls with it. Smack! Smack! Smach-smack Smack! Ooooh, that hurt, but Sporty's ass in your face was preventing you from moaning and screaming.

  You could not believe that you had FOUR spice girls torturing you at once. And they had you ever so under control too - you were taking everything they were throwing at you, absorbing each blow.

   By now, the mean look on Sporty's face has changed into one of demand and female fury, vengenace and punitive determination.

 Emma looks on, her hands on her hips and the room is silent apart from the sound of Mel B's bullwhip and the two spice girls who were using your testicles as a punching bag.

  "Hey, peeping Tom," says Victoria, amused, "you knew you needed to be punished for coming in here like that..." she started stroking his arm. "But now that you're here, and you seem to have such an adorable chest, a must-have pair of testicles and a nice long tongue, what's say you stay over night with us? ... But I must warn you, we like to sleep together, we share EVERYthing, we are insatiable, and there might be some roughness too. What do you say, ladies, shall we get Sporty to climb off his face now and let him speak, or shall we decide his fate ourselves?"

The ladies respond ....