Breaking in Melanie

By Simon Grail

Pretty Melanie Leone is out and about in Lychwater determinedly spreading the good word, despite all the challenges a black girl has calling door to door quoting uplifting texts from the Bible. Then she meets Gareth Blaine, the new owner of a house once occupied by the McCredie’s: former respected elders of Melanie’s church. To her horror, Blaine reveals a secret and fully kitted out sex dungeon in the cellar that must have been left behind by the McCredie’s when they moved. Desperate to avoid a scandal, and believing herself to be divinely inspired, Melanie offers herself to Blaine to stop him revealing the truth. He can have her once on each of the seven ingenious and perverse devices the dungeon contains if he says nothing. And so, Melanie’s journey into a strange world of sex and submission begins. Soon she begins to question everything she has held true and right. Will her faith sustain her, or will she surrender to carnal delight and wicked temptation?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiction4All
• Release date: Mar 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005536442

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Breaking in Melanie

Simon Grail

Published by Fiction4All (Fetish World Books imprint) at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Simon Grail

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Author’s Note: All characters in this adult fiction story are at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 1

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Melanie rang the front doorbell of Number 27, Boxall Road.

It was a detached older house with high roofs and large chimney stacks, that Melanie vaguely thought was Victorian in style. It was set back a little from the road behind an iron gate and fencing, with high walls and hedges separating it from its neighbours. In front was a gravel yard with enough room for half a dozen cars, with flower beds on either side that had gone a bit wild while the house had been unoccupied. Melanie had noticed that the For Sale and Sold signs had been taken down and there was a new car in the drive. It looked like somebody had moved in at last, so it seemed only right that she should make a call.

Melanie was a little nervous because she was spreading the word alone that day, her usual companion Vida being off sick. Pastor Mike had said she need not go by herself, but she had insisted. After all, she was now twenty-two and had been doing this for over a year. Anyway, she was not alone in the truest sense. God was always by her side.

The bell was answered by a lean man, perhaps in his mid-thirties, wearing jeans and rolled shirt sleeves. He had fluffy thinning hair and bright keen eyes that peered at her through wire frame glasses that were perched on a narrow, slightly beaky nose.

Melanie saw his expression of amiable welcome vanish as he realized why she was calling, and she quickly opened her bible and read out the lines from John and Matthew that Pastor Mike had suggested.

‘He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. And Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.’

She was used to being told to stop before she had finished, or having doors closed in her face, or getting insulted - being a young black girl peddling faith did not help - but this man said nothing, only frowning at her thoughtfully.

When she was done, he said, ‘And, presumably, you think all that means something significant?’

‘They are God’s words,’ Melanie said simply.

‘And you believe they are all true?’

‘Yes, of course. Don’t you have any faith?’

‘Not in your God,’ the man said flatly.

He was well spoken and appeared to be intelligent, but he was so misguided. Melanie felt disappointed.

‘I’m sorry this house has passed into your hands, Mr…’

‘Blaine. Gareth Blaine. And you are…?’

‘Melanie Leone. The previous owners were Clive and Janet McCredie. Good, God fearing people and elders in my church: The Elm Hill Golden Dawn Evangelical.’

Blaine’s expression of weary cynicism became more intense and curious.

‘Really? So, you knew these McCredie’s?’

Melanie had not intended to start a personal conversation, but it was such a novelty still to be talking to somebody instead of a closed door. If they kept talking, maybe she could still win him round, she thought.

‘I met them in church and I just visited here a couple of time. The McCredie’s had to leave Lychwater not long after I came here. That was nearly a year ago.’

Blaine said, ‘So you did not actually know them that well.’

‘I knew they were good people. They took their faith seriously.’

‘You mean because they were religious, you presume they must also be good?’

‘They were!’ Melanie insisted.

‘And I know they were not universally liked,’ Blaine countered.

Melanie was surprised. ‘How could you know that?’

‘Because while this place was empty, somebody vandalised the garden, smashed some windows, and scrawled some unpleasant comments about the McCredie’s on a wall. Even after some cleaning up, I could still just make out the name. Actually, that did me a favour as it lowered the asking price. I was a cash buyer with no chain, so I was able to complete quickly. But it did make me wonder about these people who had lived here before me.’

Melanie had not known about the vandalism and it hurt her.

‘Some people are wicked and resent people of faith,’ she said bitterly.