This is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story, or Retribution chapters 1, 2 and 3, can be found in the “Dilemma” series.
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As she surveyed the clothes laid out in front of her, Posh realised that they were even more provocative than she had originally thought. Sighing wearily she pushed her legs into the holes of the brief tight pair of denim cut off shorts, quickly pulling them up to cover the white g-string panties that she wore underneath. The shorts clung to Tori’s thighs like a second skin, accentuating her muscles as she bent down to retrieve her top.
Victoria slipped her arms into the denim waistcoat. By pulling the open sides towards one another she immediately squeezed her breasts into a delicious cleavage held firm by the scanty white bra she had chosen to wear. The waistcoat must have been at least two comfortable sizes too small but she was committed to the garments now. As Tori tied up the lace strings on the front of the waistcoat the enormity of what she was about to do dawned upon her. Posh began to tremble slightly at the thought of what might lay ahead, before she checked herself and re established a steady grip on her emotions once more.
Smiling to herself Tori put on a pair of brand new white training shoes and she was ready.
She looked stunning. The effect was just as she had imagined. This was going to be some 24 hours!
Posh heard a shout from behind and so she turned and moved out towards the helicopter that would drop her deep inside the game forest. The engine began to roar with life as the blades clicked into their natural momentum. Slowly at first but then quickly increasing their rotation speed the blades caused a strong wind to almost blow Victoria off her feet. Forced into a run just in order to stand upright, Posh moved under the strong wind force and into the chopper.
“Ready?” asked the pilot.
Posh smiled at the cameraman, whom she had hand picked to accompany her, and nodded.
“Let’s go!”
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The wind relentlessly threw the rain hard against the large double glazed window. Scarcely visible through the downpour, the sky was bursting with line after line of thick storm clouds that closed menacingly over the large house.
Louise stood and stared out into the cold, dark night. It was 11:30pm and she knew that her friend and lover would be on her way into the game forest for the inaugural web cam broadcast of Posh’s Perils. The take up had been phenomenal. Over 5 million subscribers had signed up all wanting their own little piece of Victoria Beckham. This thought created a myriad of emotions inside the mind of Louise Redknapp. On the one hand she felt excited at the thoughts of what her lover was about to experience but on the other she really wasn’t sure how far the game would go and how Tori would feel afterwards. She watched the web cam’s introduction but couldn’t watch the actual game. For now, that was.
Lou moved to a small open segment of the large window and gazed out as the wind caught her face and flicked several locks of hair across her eyes. The cold air had begun to eat into her body but it was more the thought of what lay ahead for her girlfriend that made Louise shiver.
Closing the open window she turned and headed back into the room. Inside the house the temperature was controlled and it was pleasantly warm which was a comfort for her as she discarded her jeans and tossed them over the chair where her T-shirt already lay.
“Come here Lou,” Jamie uttered. Her husband still found Louise excitingly attractive but he had to admit that she seemed a little distant these days, especially during their now very infrequent lovemaking sessions.
Jamie welcomed her down onto his lap but even as his hand cupped the inviting curve of his wife’s breast Louise’s mind was already picturing perilous images of her gorgeous girlfriend.
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The surrounding foliage was temporarily flattened by the power from the force of air given off when the chopper landed. The pilot did not even look back at Posh so keen was he to see her disembark so that he could return to his own screen and play Posh’s Perils.
Victoria smiled at the cameraman as they jumped down into what was essentially a dark, dark night although careful atmospheric lighting illuminated the game forest during the dark hours. The rain clouds that covered other parts of England, including where her lover Louise was, would not worry Posh as the game forest was covered by a huge glass dome which enable the atmosphere and temperature inside to be controlled automatically. This allowed the foliage, wildlife and undergrowth inside to grow and develop as normal and gave the controllers the opportunity to manipulate Victoria inside the dome by altering the heat levels from time to time. It also allowed the lighting and camera riggings to be set-up without fear of them being destroyed by adverse weather conditions.
She turned and watched the helicopter fly away again. Suddenly a series of beeps from the hand held computer she carried grabbed her attention.
“TASK 1: Good evening Victoria,” started the message from the control room, as Posh stared at the text displayed on her small screen, “our first task voting has provided a choice for you as follows – EITHER YOU UNDO ALL OF THE LACES AT THE FRONT OF YOUR WAISTCOAT OR YOUR CAMERAMAN LETS OFF A FLARE TO SIGNAL YOUR WHEREABOUTS.”
“Shit, I’ve only just got here” she looked back at her colleague who was just being passed the same message via his camera screen. His hand moved to the flare. Posh pondered briefly then her hand moved to her computer.
“LACES” she keyed in simply.
Sighing Victoria replaced the computer in its wallet and started to undo the laces holding her waistcoat in place. The cameraman moved around her making sure her movements were captured in the most erotic way for the web cam as the fleshy cavern of her cleavage came enticingly into view.
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“Stu, look she’s started,” Stu ran to the screen.
“Fantastic,” he replied to Carl what shall we select now?” he questioned his friend as the next task, as yet unbeknown to Posh, appeared in the web cam window.
“TASK 2: VOTE NOW. Shall we have Posh move East and cross the wide stream or move North through the clearing and remove her trainers? YOU DECIDE SHE GETS NO CHOICE”
“Fuck it Carl, let’s get as much of her gear off as we can. I want to see her naked!” Carl leaned lazily forward towards the keyboard and selected the button in favour of Posh moving North with bare feet and then sank back into his chair.
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Victoria stepped into the ditch from the grassy bank running the length of the horizon as far as she could see it. Fuck, she’d done a good job with this forest; she really did feel isolated and lost. Victoria lifted her perspiration-covered hand and raked it through her hair – pushing the thick strands away from her forehead; the current temperature was cool but she was still working up a sweat. A rustle up ahead caused Posh’s gaze to shift and focus on the sound. Instinctively she crouched down.
It was a whole half hour since Posh had received any instructions during which time she had been making her way, minus her footwear, carefully through the thick wooded undergrowth.
She hadn’t seen the cameraman throughout all of that time but no doubt he was hidden somewhere making sure not a second of her adventure was missed.
The hunted girl was doing her best to maintain a discreet silence when the hand held computer device beeped into life once more.
“Bollocks, sshh,” she uttered to the screen as it began to fill with instructions.
“TASK 3: - Hello again Victoria,” it started, “We have conducted another vote and here is your task – YOU HAVE A MINUTE TO HEAD EAST AND FIND THE STREAM.”
“Or else what?” she whispered to herself. The screen displayed a stopwatch and the 60 seconds began to count down.
“56”
“55”
“54”
“Shit which way is East?” she floundered.
