Melinda and the Roman

Melinda and the Roman
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ISBN:  9781780802299
Author:  Susanna Hughes
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All around her, beautiful men and women lay sprawled in a writhing tableau of lust; every kiss, every caress, every sigh was a celebration of sexual abandon. And Melinda was suspended above them, powerless to do anything but watch.

Melinda is on the move again. From the dungeons of the Countess's Parisian chateau she is transported south to serve a new and rather eccentric Master.

In his lavish villa, everything is exactly as it was in Ancient Rome. Slaves carry out their master's every bidding, no matter how degrading; discipline is rigorously enforced; and vast, dissolute orgies go on through the day and long into the night. Natural submissive Melinda is going to have very little trouble fitting in.

'Look...' There was a small window in the storeroom, which overlooked the courtyard. Melinda had suddenly seen Bandu and one of the other Nubians marching across the paving-stones towards the dormitory, some sort of oil-lamp lighting their way. Hadrian followed her stare.
   'What are they doing?'
   'They're coming for one of us. I've got to get back.' They both rushed out into the corridor and back into the dormitory. Running as fast as they could, Melinda threw herself on the straw palliasse and picked up the leather hood, pulling it down over her head as Hadrian struggled to get the manacle around her wrist. Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, as Melinda closed her mouth around the big gag inside the hood. There was no time to lace it up. She heard Hadrian moving away. There were dark shadows at the far end of the room where she hoped he could hide and which, with luck, the light from the oil-lamps would not reach.
   The dormitory door opened. Melinda tried to control her breathing and pretend she was asleep. Her heart was pounding so fiercely she thought they would be able to hear it. She didn't want to draw attention to herself.
   'The door open,' she heard Bandu say. 'No bolt.'
   'They not going anywhere,' the other Nubian said.
   'Should be bolted.'
   The footsteps crossed the room. As they approached, Melinda realised they were coming for her. They were bound to notice the laces were undone and would certainly raise the alarm, especially after finding the door open. They would search and find Hadrian; this time his father would make sure he never got back in again.
   Bandu knelt by Melinda's side and unsnapped the manacle at her wrist. Melinda pretended to start awake. They pulled her into a sitting position and turned her head to unlace the hood.
   'You do this?' she asked, showing the other Nubian the loose lacing.
   'No, I lace tight.'
   Bandu pulled the hood from Melinda's head. 'Check others,' she ordered.
   Melinda watched as the black woman took the oil-lamp and bent over each body slave in turn, waking them and turning them over to check the lacing on the hood. As she got to the far end, the light from the lamp spilled into the shadows. Melinda could see Hadrian's modern shoes. She held her breath.
   'They tight, all tight,' the woman said, coming back. The shadow returned to cover Hadrian again.
   'Someone sloppy.'
   Bandu pulled Melinda to her feet, thankfully not making a connection between the open door and the untied laces.
   Melinda's heart calmed slightly as they marched out of the dormitory and into the main house. But she was still worried. It was very late and as far as she knew none of the body slaves had ever been called to the Emperor at this time of night. She hoped the unexpected summons and Hadrian's appearance were mere coincidences, that her presence was not required because Tiberius had discovered his son's plans and wanted to chastise Melinda as a result.
   Just as hope had risen again it seemed as though it were to be snatched away for a second time. As they mounted the stairs, Melinda became more and more convinced that the only reason she was being taken to the Master at this hour was to be interrogated about Hadrian and told that his plan had been foiled.
   Bandu swung one of the big carved doors open and led Melinda inside. They did not walk through the curtain that divided the room but turned to the left where the silk drapes that hung on all the other walls had been drawn aside to reveal plain white stone. Set into this were four metal rings: two at well over head height and spaced six feet apart, and two immediately below them just above the floor. White ropes were tied to each ring. To one side was a small table on which were placed a large bowl of water and a small brush made from an assortment of twigs bound together by a thong of leather.
   The two Nubians placed Melinda facing against the wall. They wound the ropes around her wrists, tying them so her arms were stretched out and up on either side of her body. The women dropped to their knees and quickly spread her legs, tying her ankles with the rope attached to the lower rings. The white rope bit into her soft flesh. Her body formed a large X against the white wall, her breasts pressed against the stone, which was far from smooth and scratched her skin.
   The Nubians left. She heard the heavy door being closed. The room was silent. Melinda's feelings were confused. She felt her body coursing with the familiar excitement bondage always created in her, an excitement that centred on the little nut of her clit. It throbbed like a little pump, waves of sensation flooding out from it. But it could not overcome her other emotions. She was still afraid that the reason for the Emperor's summons, and for her bondage, had nothing to do with his sexual desire for her, but was entirely due to the activities of his son.
   If Hadrian had never appeared she would have found this experience unequivocally exciting - the Master calling for her alone, and having her prepared in this way. It was, after all, what she had yearned for. Now, with the prospect of escape revived again, her feelings were totally confused.
   'Are you waiting for me?' The high-pitched voice came from the other side of the dividing curtain, but Melinda had not heard any footsteps or noise to indicate the Emperor's entry. Had he been sitting there all the time? She heard the silk rustle as he parted it. 'You look very uncomfortable. Are you?'
   'Yes, Master.'
   'Do the ropes hurt?'
   'Yes, Master.'
   'I bet they do. You find it exciting, don't you?' The Emperor came up behind her. From the corner of her eye she could now see him. He was naked, but for an arrangement of straps around his hips which supported a harness wrapped around his fully erect cock. The harness was composed of three thin belts, one under his balls and around the bottom of his shaft, the other two forming a V-shape between his balls, separating them and holding them up and out. The belts were tight and made the blood vessels and veins on his cock stand out prominently. The leather around his hips was studded with jewels, diamonds and emeralds, spaced along its length.
   He extended his hand to caress Melinda's pert, round arse. He was carrying a short leather whip in his other hand. 'You have to be punished, don't you?'
   'Yes, Master.' Her worst fears were instantly confirmed. She was here to be punished because the Emperor knew of his son's plans.
   His hand travelled down between the cleft of her buttocks until he was touching her shaven labia. She knew he could feel how wet they were, but he made no comment.
   'You have to be punished,' he repeated, 'for what you have done. This pretty little arse has got to be whipped. You're very lucky I'm going to deal with you personally, aren't you?'
   'Oh yes, Master.' That was perfectly true.
   'I know what you did. Filling his head with all sorts of ideas, taking advantage of him. Didn't you?'
   'No, Master.'
   'Don't argue with me. Didn't you?'
   'Yes, Master.'
   'Yes. Yes, you did. Fortunately he is young. He will soon get over you. He'll soon realise what all this can mean to him, that he can have everything he desires...'
   Melinda cringed inwardly. He knew it all.
   'I can't imagine what you thought you were doing. Perhaps you didn't think. Did you?'
   'No, Master.'
   She felt him rubbing the tip of the whip along her naked back.
   'So I've sent him away. Back to London. When he comes back, maybe next year, I know he'll see things differently. He'll be ready to treat slaves as they should be treated.'
   Melinda could not believe what she was hearing. He was telling her Hadrian had been sent away and would get over her. He clearly knew nothing about what had happened since he'd sent his son away. He didn't know Hadrian was back, which meant he didn't know what he was planning.
   'As for you, I decided to let you stew in your own juices for a while, so you could contemplate what it would be like without your Master. Was that how you repaid me, after all my kindness to you?'
   Melinda's relief was so total she forgot to reply.
   'Was it?' the Emperor barked.
   'No. No, Master.'
   'But I must have my fun too, mustn't I?'
   'Yes, Master.'
   'I will teach you a lesson, which I do not expect you to forget. Is that understood?'
   'Yes, Master.'
   'Punishment. It excites you, doesn't it?'
   'You know it does, Master.'
   He had seen the excitement in her face, sensed perhaps the surge of hope she had felt as she realised all was not lost. But what she'd said was not a lie. Her buttocks felt sensitive and vulnerable. She could still feel the impression of the whip on them. It was a long time since she had been whipped.
   'I'm giving you one more chance.'
   She wriggled slightly, involuntarily, dismissing thoughts of Hadrian for the moment. Her body asserted its own needs, the heat created by the bondage was demanding her full attention. The Master was cross with her but he still wanted her, perhaps even needed her. He had ignored her as a means of punishment but, she suspected, it was his own needs that had made him bring her to him tonight. Punishing her personally was not as effective as having the Nubians whip her on the stone in the courtyard in front of the guests, but it was more exciting for him. He wanted her. He had obviously been thinking about her. In other circumstances, such thoughts would have made her swoon with pleasure.
   His hand ran over the curves of her buttocks again. She could feel the heat of his cock radiating against her thigh. He slapped her left buttock lightly with the palm of his hand, then moved away. 'Did you know that about fifty years ago Julius Caesar discovered a very interesting fact?' The fifty years he referred to were, in fact, more like two thousand.
   'No, Master.'
   He picked up the little twig brush and dipped it in the bowl of water. 'He discovered, quite by accident, I understand, that...' he flicked the water over Melinda's bottom, dipped the twig again and showered her for a second time, '...water has an amplifying effect on the strokes of a whip.' He raised the short whip and slashed it down on Melinda's moist behind. 'From that day on, all his slaves, of which he had many, naturally...' he raised his arm and delivered a second stroke, '...were punished in this way.' A third stroke followed. 'Apparently it was very effective.'
   The pain seared through Melinda's body. It was true; the water seemed to make the whip vibrate more, sting more. She felt three red-hot weals burning across her buttocks, the pain travelled down to her sex, where it was twisted into a sensation of almost unbelievable pleasure. She wriggled against her bonds, their constraint adding to her excitement.
   The Emperor dipped the twigs again. 'Is it true?'
   'Yes, Master. Oh, yes.'
   'Good, good. Keep still.'
   He flicked the water over her bottom again. Momentarily it cooled the heat of the weals. 'He was a clever man, a very clever man.' He slashed the whip down diagonally, so it crossed the three existing weals. 'An Empire-builder, of course...' the fifth stroke was diagonal, too, '...but then I shall build my Empire. And you will be one of its slaves. The OIM has had its day. I shall build a new, bigger and better organisation and you will have the privilege to serve it.' He raised the whip higher still and slashed it down. The thwack of leather on flesh reverberated throughout the room.
   The last blow made Melinda gasp, but not from pain. The throbbing sexual heat that coursed through her body instantly turned the surge of pain to another jolt of pleasure and took her breath away. Each stroke had charged her nerves, had accumulated like the charge in a battery. The last stroke had released it all, making sparks of excitement fly out in all directions.
   'Little bitch...' the Emperor mumbled. He could see Melinda's condition, the way her body was squirming with pleasure. He touched her buttocks, stroking the six red weals he had produced. Melinda moaned. It was as if he were touching her clitoris, so sensitive did they feel, each converting instantly into a new erogenous zone.
   'Master...' she whispered, though she knew she shouldn't.
   Better still, he came up behind her and pressed himself against her back, dropping the whip, pushing his hands between the walls and her breasts so he could cup them against his palms and feel her stone-hard nipples as he pushed his harnessed cock into the deep cleft of her arse. She felt its heat against the warmth the red weals were generating. She felt it throb. She wanted his cock so badly she tried to push her bottom back against him, so it would slip down between her legs.
   'I know what you want, you little bitch,' he said.
   'Yes, Master. Please, Master.'
   'Tell me then. Let me hear it.'
   'Please, Master. Use me, Master. Put your cock in me, Master.'
   He rubbed the palms of both his hands against her nipples, pressing them back on to her chest, then bucked his hips so that his cock pushed down between her legs and into her thick puffy labia. He slid it back and forth, enjoying the heat and wetness he had created.
   'Shall I heat you up again?' he whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath blow into its inner folds.
   'No, Master...' Melinda was too desperate to know what she was saying. Her whole body ached for the release of penetration. 'Yes, Master,' she corrected. 'Anything you want, Master.'
   The tip of his cock nudged into her clitoris. It was like an electric shock; her body shuddered, she gasped. But he slid his cock back a little, wanting to tease her. He could feel the need he fuelled, the heat radiating from her bottom, the tension in her every nerve. He held his cock there between her labia, wanting her to feel it, pushing it up against her but not into her. For her, it was so near and yet so far from what she really wanted.
   In her mind's eye she could see his cock, veined and swollen by the straps, her labia closed around it like a mouth, sucking on it, her juices flowing over it and making it glisten.
   'Is this what you want?' he whispered, pushing his cock harder against her...

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