Melinda and Esmeralda

Melinda and Esmeralda
  Zoom
Our Price:  £3.99Earn 3 Loyalty Points
+
Preferred Format:  

ISBN:  9781780802268
Author:  Susanna Hughes
Word Count:  70,921
Format:  eBook

Availability:  

  

Melinda and the CountessMelinda and the Countess
Melinda and SophiaMelinda and Sophia
Melinda and the RomanMelinda and the Roman

'So he likes you, does he, puta? Well don't think you're going to get any preferential treatment from me. As far as I'm concerned, you exist only to give me pleasure. And you can start right now.'

The moment she met millionaire Walter Hammerton, Melinda knew her destiny: to serve him with all her body and her soul. A natural submissive, she fitted perfectly into her role. But now, forsaken by her beloved Master, the luscious blonde becomes the plaything of a Spanish aristocrat - and worse is to come, in the shape of his vindictive mother Violetta. Starved of sympathy and affection, she seeks solace in the arms of her beautiful fellow slave, Esmeralda.

It was the sun that woke Melinda, streaming in through the glassless barred window set high in the adobe wall, the sun and the heat. The cell was very hot, a dry, baking heat, like being inside a clay oven.
   Almost before she had taken in her surroundings, the rough plastered white walls, the wooden-framed bed, and stone-flagged floor, the guard got up from his bench. Without speaking, he satisfied himself that she was properly awake then opened the thick wooden cell door and slammed it shut behind him, leaving her alone.
   Gingerly Melinda sat up. Sweat was running down her body and she wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist to prevent droplets running into her eyes. The black nylon panties were already soaked. Standing on the bed, Melinda tried to see out of the window but even on tiptoe it was too high for her to see anything but the cloudless blue sky outside.
   The cell door opened again. The guard was preceded by a tall brunette. She wore a white cotton dress, through which Melinda could see the outline of her lacy white bra and small bikini-style panties, with white open-toed high heels, and bare legs. She carried a black leather case that looked like a doctor's bag. From the deep tan of her olive-skinned complexion she was obviously used to the sun; despite the heat no perspiration beaded her face.
   'Leave us,' she said to the guard in Spanish.
   With obvious reluctance the guard obeyed, stealing a last look at Melinda's breasts.
   'Take your panties off,' the woman said, this time in very precise English, her voice cold and hard. She looked at Melinda with a steady disinterested gaze, her eyes reflecting the tone of her voice. 'I am a doctor, I examine you.'
   Melinda got to her feet and stripped the panties down her legs, relieved to be rid of them, her pulse quickening again, thrilling, as she always did, to the authority of command. What little pubic hair had grown naturally she had been ordered to shave by her previous Master, so the features of her sex, her labia, and the long runnel between them, were completely exposed.
   The doctor started to examine her. She felt her body, checking her breasts and navel, opening her mouth, using an auriscope on her ears, an ophthalmoscope on her eyes and listening to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. She extracted a speculum from the bag.
   'Lie on the bed with your legs open.' She pronounced the word 'open' as two syllables. Again the commands thrilled Melinda. ('To be done to, not to do.')
   Melinda lay on the mattress, opening her legs wide and bending them at the knee, her labia thick and swollen, parting slightly to reveal the pink flesh beneath. She felt the doctor kneeling between her calves but did not look at her. Instead she stared at the tiny hairline cracks in the white plaster ceiling. She could not suppress a shudder as the cold metal speculum was inserted into her body, opening her for inspection. She was being examined like an animal bought at auction, checked out before delivery was accepted, a piece of merchandise.
   The idea excited her. It was her choice after all. She had chosen to have her will removed, excised almost surgically from her mind. Her will, all her choices, all her decisions, even as small as when she should eat or drink or sleep, had been placed, deliberately, in the hands of the Master, and the Master had decided that she should be auctioned, sold to the highest bidder. That bidder had been the Spaniard and accordingly she had been brought here to Spain, now the property of a new Master, sworn to obey and experience whatever he chose for her. That was what she was; property, a chattel, a slave and she had no regrets. In fact, as her body pulsed with excitement again and she wondered if the doctor would be able to see the wetness of her sex, she was profoundly grateful that she had fallen in with an organisation - what was it the Master had called it, L'Organisation Internationale des Maîtres - that so perfectly fulfilled her secret aspirations.
   The doctor pulled the speculum from her body, apparently satisfied. A look of distaste had crept into the doctor's eyes. It would have been impossible not to notice Melinda's excitement, the sap of her body leaking from the lips of her sex.
   'You want this, don't you?'
   It was a question. Melinda knew the rules, she was allowed to speak only if asked a direct question. 'Yes, mistress.' She did not move, she remained on her back, her legs wide, until she was ordered to move.
   The doctor had been working for the Organisation for some years. They paid her well for her absolute discretion. She had examined many girls. Some were nervous, frightened even, apprehensive about what awaited them in Spain. But others were not. Others wanted it, were excited by it, like this girl. Fear she could understand but not what this naked girl was feeling; her whole body throbbing at the thought of what was going to happen to her, the thought of total submission.
   Quickly the doctor bent over Melinda's body. She pulled the flesh of her breasts up to point at her throat, revealing the marks that had been made there by her Master in England, two indelible purplish blue letter 'M's, perfectly centred under the crescent crease normally hidden by the weight of flesh. The marks had healed well.
   'Up,' the doctor ordered, putting her equipment back into her medical bag and snapping it shut.
   Melinda obeyed at once, getting to her feet and standing passively by the bed.
   The doctor was used to slaves, of course. Occasionally she had allowed herself to take one of the males, a different one each time, sweating and greasy from the heat. She'd have him take her clothes off, and then, as she stood with her legs apart and her arms akimbo, she'd make him lick every inch of her body, her feet, between her toes, up the back of her calves, into the crack of her knees, up to her thighs. There she'd make him stop and start again at her neck, licking and sucking and kissing the tendons of her long neck, down between her shoulder blades, up along her arms, sucking at her fingers. It was a rule that they could only use their mouths, her rule. Their hands were bound behind their backs. She wanted only the touch of their hot, wet lips and tongues.
   When she was ready, she'd order him on to her large pendulous breasts, order him to lick there without touching the nipples, warning him what would happen to him if he did so even accidentally, how he would be punished, tied to the rafters by his wrists, whipped without mercy. Only when she was ready, only when her body heaved with excitement, did she allow him to suck the nipples hungrily into his mouth, thrilling to the feel of his teeth teasing at her tender flesh. She would usually come then, come for the first time, her sex on fire, come so that the sap from her body ran down her thighs. Then, and only then would she order him to kneel behind her. Now he would be made to lick her buttocks, first the round plumpness, then pushing down into the deep cleft until she could feel his nose crushed between her cheeks and the little crater of her anus opened, as she liked it to be, by his tongue. She urged him deeper, and that would bring her off again. Then she would take one step back, forcing whichever poor wretch she was using to strain his head back until his face was parallel with the plane of her sex, his tongue lapping at her labia. Without pity she'd grind herself down on to his mouth, squirming and wriggling, so she could feel his chin against her clitoris, so he would have to drink her juices or drown, drown on the flood that was released from her body as her orgasm broke over the poor wretch's face.
   A frisson of pleasure trembled through the doctor's body at the memory. Suddenly she felt her body throb. She had never used one of the women. It had never occurred to her before. But there was something about this one.
   'What is your name?' she asked. She knew it would begin with M.
   'Melinda, mistress.'
   The doctor extended her finger to touch Melinda's nipple. The coldness of the metal speculum had made it erect.
   'Melinda...' the doctor said speculatively. Two Ms. Melinda and Master. She watched Melinda's body shudder as her fingernails, varnished a deep red, pinched the corrugated flesh. 'Do you know where you're going, Melinda?'
   'No, mistress.'
   Of course she didn't. She didn't know anything. The slaves were not given information, it was not necessary. They were only given orders. The doctor moved her hand to the other nipple. She pinched this one harder, making Melinda moan.
   'You're very sensitive, aren't you?'
   'Yes, mistress.'
   There was a moment when the black-haired doctor could have picked up her bag and walked out of the cell, gone on to the next girl who waited in the next cell, but that moment had passed.
   'You must do exactly as I say,' the doctor said, looking straight into Melinda's large green eyes.
   'Yes, mistress.'
   None of the females had ever tempted her before. It was a strange feeling, as though she were standing beside herself watching as the needs of her body wrested control from her mind. She was following instincts that she never knew she had, until now, until this passive blonde had provoked them.
   'So get on your knees.'
   Melinda obeyed at once, the words sending a thrill of anticipation through her body. They were the words that formed the mantra of submission, the prelude to pleasure. She knelt with her hands resting on her knees, her head bowed, an icon of obedience.
   That was what it was, the doctor decided, what had provoked her so about this particular woman. She was perfect. Her submission was not imposed from outside but welling up from deep inside. It was like an act of prayer, pure and unselfish - though ultimately, it was completely and totally dedicated to self. Her pleasure the doctor knew, was, like everything else in her life, totally dependent on the will of others. Her function was to give, taking only if that was commanded of her.
   Turning her back, the doctor swayed her hips, brushing the crisp white cotton against Melinda's face. The movement created a draught in the stifling heat. Where Melinda touched the material it darkened immediately, absorbing her sweat.
   The swaying stopped. The doctor pressed her bottom back into Melinda's face, feeling her nose burying itself in the chasm of her arse, the cotton pressing against the white lacy panties, which in turn pressed against her olive, tanned flesh. Slowly, her hands on either side of her hips, the doctor drew the material of the dress up her thighs, gathering it in tucks with her fingers. Melinda felt it sliding against her mouth, over her nose, up over her eyes and forehead. The movement was slow, terribly, terribly slow. Melinda ached for contact, the feel of this beautiful mistress's body against her face, but, as always, she could do nothing to make it come quicker.
   The cool cotton finally slid away revealing the triangle of white silky nylon that only partially covered the doctor's plump buttocks, the dress tented over Melinda's head. The panties were very soft, and not cool as the cotton had been.
   'Get your tongue in there.' The order came as the doctor relaxed slightly, moving forward to give Melinda a little more room.
   Tentatively, Melinda moved her face over the panties and wriggled her tongue under the elasticated hem of the nylon. Pushing it to one side she managed to work over to the cleft of the brunette's arse, but just as she did the tension in the elastic proved too strong and the material snapped back into place. The doctor reached up to the sides of the panties and pulled them down. They fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, then opened her legs wide, put her hands on her hips, and pressed herself back on Melinda's face, her dress still tented over Melinda's blonde hair, though it covered her thighs at the front.
   'Now...' she said.
   'Melinda slid her tongue into the cleft of the doctor's arse. She licked the soft cushions of flesh, then felt the puckered crater of her anus.
   'In there,' the doctor instructed breathily.
   Melinda obeyed. She pushed her tongue forward and felt the little ring react, spasming on contact. She probed deeper, straining her tongue forward, feeling the tight passage close around it. The doctor moaned.
   Melinda's mouth was more expert than any of the men had been. It was softer, hotter, more penetrating. The doctor felt her body tense, her first orgasm - she knew it was only the first - breaking over the tongue that invaded her so intimately. As she did with the men, she took one step back, tearing Melinda's tongue from her rear, forcing her head back almost at right angles to her spine, pressing her mouth against the thick, wet labia of her sex. As she did with a man, she ground her clitoris against Melinda's chin, bringing her second orgasm racing through her body instantly.
   But it didn't finish there. As the second orgasm released its hold on her senses, the doctor felt what she had never felt with a man. Melinda's mouth was moving against her sex, tiny almost imperceptible movements at first, little nudges and twitches and winks of movement. But it got stronger, more defined, her mouth sucking at the flesh, her tongue darting between her lips, lapping at the doctor's juices. It was so impossibly soft, so tender and sweet it was making the doctor come again, come again harder and deeper and more meaningfully than she could ever remember. Melinda's mouth was like a mirror, a mirror that reflected perfectly all the feeling and tenderness in her own sex. No man's mouth had ever felt like this.
   'Ohhhh,' she breathed so gently the word went on for ever, just as long, in fact, as the seemingly endless orgasm that quivered through her body.
   Finally the doctor stepped away from the kneeling Melinda. With one finger, like collecting dew from a blade of grass, she collected the wetness that glistened on Melinda's lips, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it eagerly. She had never felt sorry for one of the slaves before, nor wanted to keep them at the halfway house; but she felt for Melinda, and would have loved to have been able to hold her back. She knew it was impossible, of course. That was not the way the system worked. All she could do was stroke Melinda's cheek and feel her body pulse again with the aftermath of her orgasm.
   'The Master will love you, Melinda.'

Average Rating (1 Review):  
Write a Review and share your opinions!

Rating:  
Melinda and Esmeralda
Thursday, 16 March 2017  | 

The entire Melinda saga is entertaining.


Customers who bought this item also bought: