Her Name Was Lucifer Part 2

San Francisco, 1940.There was no question it was her. At first glance, I thought her to be no more than thirty-five, but the more I looked the more uncertain I was. One sure thing was that she was all woman. A woman who was glad to be female in every sense. This woman would never be seen in jeans or sweaters or flat heels. Only the most elegant outfits at all times would suffice. And the most feminine.She was just my type. Long-legged and busty. Sensuous and dangerous at the same time. As I approached her she looked up at me with the most penetrating eyes of green I had ever seen, emphasized even more by her choice of heavy shadow and curling lashes.In her right hand, she held a tumbler, and in the other a long black cigarette holder. I turned my crumpled hat over and over in my hands like a schoolboy in trouble with the principal as she looked me over."You must be Mister Rake. You're not very tall are you?"As she spoke there was a twinkling, almost mocking quality in her eyes."Sorry, Mrs. Butler. I try to be.""Light me."I reached for my lighter and lit the cigarette that poked out of the holder, never wavering from her piercing gaze. I guessed that she must be close to six feet tall and she cut a striking figure as she held herself upright in her chair, assured and aloof.Clothed in a dress of clinging black satin that was floor length and shining, she gave off an almost feline look. Under it, her pale figure was curvy and voluptuous. She was slim in the waist, and her top-heavy bust thrust out of a square-cut neckline. The long sleeves were full to the elbow where her tight kid gloves in black took over.She took a long puff of smoke and let it out in a slow exhalation through pouting crimson lips. Her hair must have taken hours to prepare and the raven locks spanned out past her collarbones in layered waves. A fashion of the time her oval face was complimented by her short jet-black bangs."Yes, I am Sam Rake. I saw your advert in the Chronicle asking for a private detective. Money no object."It was back in '18 at the end of the war that Jake Purvis took me, a green young eighteen-year-old from Idaho, under his wing. We were in the same outfit in France and he had told me of his life as a private dick and how it was exciting and well-paid. He needed a sidekick and offered me the job. I went along and when Jake died took over the partnership lock, stock, and barrel. Big deal! The job was lousy, badly paid, and downright perverse. Way too many divorce cases for my liking."You're the third response to my ad, but you are the one."The woman crossed her shapely pins that were covered in mesh stockings and looked directly into my eyes. That was music to my ears. I needed dough, and I needed it fast.The car had to be repaired after I pranged the cheating wife I was tailing a bit too close. My rent was two months overdue and I was getting sick of living on coffee and donuts for a lousy ten cents a day. I didn't know it then, but I do now, that I must have been plain stupid to listen to her."Sit."We were in the private room at the back of the Homestead Bar on Folsom Street. The joint hadn't changed one bit since the turn of the century and had been a speakeasy during Prohibition. I had put on my last good suit and had taken the brisk walk from my office.She had called to arrange a face-to-face meeting at eight sharp and I had just made it. I made my way quickly through the usual crowd and found my prospective client alone at the table. A waiter Küçükyalı Escort came over and gave her a fresh drink and then he turned to me."Whiskey for you, Sir? How do you like it?""In a glass," I answered dryly."So, you're a private detective. I didn't believe they existed in real life."I reached into my pocket for my smokes and lit my twentieth Camel of the day. I had toyed with the idea of quitting but smoking was my sole enjoyment of late."We do, but barely.""How are you for money?"Good question. I was so broke I had been banging two nickels together all week trying to get them to mate. All I had at this moment in time was a coat, a hat, and a gun. As she didn't expect an answer she put her right hand into her ample cleavage and magically produced a roll of bills.Now that was my kind of bank! She peeled off one and handed it to me before replacing the roll where the sun don't shine. It was a fifty."Come to my place tomorrow morning. Alone. I have some use for your services."She handed me a card with her address and rose to leave."Good evening, Mister Rake."I also stood and watched her leave and didn't avert my gaze until she was gone. I caught the eye of the waiter and summoned him to my table."Another whiskey, sir?"I nodded and drained my glass."And bring me the bottle."I looked at the crisp fifty in my greasy mitt and it said 'spend me, spend me' and I obliged.xAt eleven the next morning I drove over to her place and rang the bell. I was neat, clean, and shaved. Almost sober but I figured three out of four was pretty good going. I was in quite a state of anticipation as I looked at the impressive front door which had little hand carvings of cherubs or some such creatures.After a good minute, I pushed on the door and it gave way so I decided to enter the main hallway. I was expected at least. Nobody was around so I ventured inside the first big room on my right. I looked around the living room which was filled with antique furniture, expensive vases, and the like.The whole room reeked of money and plenty of it. It was obvious, the dame was loaded. One large oil painting, a portrait, took pride and place over the mantle. An old grandfather clock struck 11.15 and I turned as Mrs. Butler seemed to appear out of nowhere and tottered over to the fireplace in her over-the-knee towering boots. Highly polished, the black kid boots seemed to be almost buttery in appearance.My mouth hung open at the sight of her upper body that was encased in a seemingly suffocating bustier with a low-cut bust line. Her jutting breasts swelled and threatened to leap out as she inhaled and I adjusted the collar of my cheap shirt in a little discomfort.The whalebones were all clearly outlined with an emphasis at the top and bottom. Her already naturally small waist was cinched in and her hips undulated enticingly as a result. She smiled at me and I smiled weakly back at her. This was not her everyday attire surely?"This is my late husband, Oliver. He left me simply everything you know. I wish for nothing. Well. that's not quite the truth. Thinking about it, you look remarkably alike. Hey! Oliver!"A caged raven chirped loudly and the woman tapped on the metal frame. She rolled her hips as she walked slowly in her short black skirt which shaped itself to her rounded ass and her boots creaked audibly. I looked at the portrait again as she fed the bird some stale bread. There was a resemblance for sure and I wondered what this thing Küçükyalı Escort Bayan was all about."Yes, my bird is called Oliver too. May I call YOU Oliver as well? Makes things easier don't you think?"I sat in silence, bemused by the whole thing."Is there something wrong, Oliver?""No. No, I just wondered when we were getting down to business is all.""Soon, my dear soon. Here, have a drink."She handed me a whiskey tumbler and I took the shot in one gulp."My, my. Someone is thirsty. Another?""Thank you, Mrs. Butler.""Lucy. Call me Lucy. Although my real name is Bettie. My husband Oliver always called me Lucy. For Lucifer. It was our little joke."I took a healthy swig of the whiskey which immediately went to my head. Not the usual effect. This woman seemed to me to be a few cards short of a deck as she chattered on, her eyes on me all the time as I wiped the sweat from my brow. Something was wrong. I patted my left breast pocket and felt a little reassured as I caressed the welcome bulge of my Colt revolver. I felt dizzy and before I drained the glass I blacked out.x"Here's the deal. I won't kill you but you will be my slave. You will live for me and only me. At my command, you shall react. If I say bark, you will bark."I blinked in the light and observed long shadows on the blank walls. We had switched rooms and I felt somewhat disoriented. The ominous staccato of high heels hit my ears and I tried to get up. Much to my chagrin I found myself bound to a four-legged chair, back to front, and stark bollock naked!I tried to speak but a leather harness gag had been placed around my head. My arms were thrust out through the bars at the back of the chair and my wrists were in handcuffs. Both of my ankles were tied firmly to the legs of the chair and I was unable to move an inch. This broad knew her stuff."You see, my dear departed Oliver and I were devil worshippers but since his passing, I have lost some of the enthusiasm I once had. We never sacrificed anybody's mind. But the sexual side I crave more than ever. My biggest thrill is seeing men squirm, to humiliate them. Having them pander to my needs. When Oliver found me I was a twenty-year-old, two-bit whore on the streets of Los Angeles with no goal in life nor close friends. Oliver changed all that. I had no idea where all my pent-up feelings of domination came from but through our worship of Lucifer I understood the meaning of real eroticism."As I tuned out her babbling about her life I tensed my muscles as I tested my ankle bonds. I was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. The smoking hot brunette stood over me with her heels well apart and her hands on her hips.She was now naked except for her very sheer dark nylons and stiletto spike-heeled shoes that made her a rather imposing figure. Her enormous breasts hung free and undulated as she moved and her hips swayed seductively. My eyes went wide as I now noticed the thin riding crop in her right fist.I whimpered like a baby as the vixen pushed it between my dangling testicles and separated them into two distinct plums. She leaned forwards and I looked down at her huge cleavage and my cock rose to attention. With her left hand, she stroked my hard-on from base to head, flicking the swollen glans with her index finger."You have quite a big organ, Oliver."As she studied my pecker, her hot breath on my skin just inches away, I reached full erection. I could only watch as she held up an arrangement of leather Escort Küçükyalı straps and proceeded to loop and buckle them around my aching dick and balls.One wide section went up behind my sack and another held my prick upright. Lucy concentrated as she secured a third, thinner strap that separated both testicles and cinched tightly about the base."Let us move on."She dragged out a sort of flat bondage table on wheels and placed it behind the chair I was tied to. As she walked, her stockings made a soft swish sound as nylon brushed nylon and my trapped erection swayed in front of me.My cuffs and my ankle ties were removed and I prepared to make my move. But Lucy pulled me down and I was stretched out flat on my belly on the top of the bondage table.I was still sporting an enforced erection and was surprised that there was a convenient cut out just where my groin settled and my stiff slipped through it. My wrists were secured by two leather straps above my head and as I tried to understand what was going on my ankles were quickly secured by more straps.Lucy worked fast and before I knew it my upper thighs were tied together by one broad strap. With my bare ass stuck up in the air I struck a sorry and vulnerable sight."This is what I term correction, Oliver. A necessary part of your training."She showed me a whalebone hairbrush and happily twirled it in her hand a few times. Lucy raised it and hit me square on my unprotected buttocks four times with the flat side. I grimaced in pain from each blow. She had plenty of experience in spanking as she hit the target with every whack.The next four cracks hit me on a different part of my rear and each searing impact hurt more than the last. Every inch of my backside stung like fury and I imagined my rump to be an angry red. I felt her run her fingertips over my inflamed ass, admiring her handiwork no doubt and I shivered at her touch.Then I grunted as the brush crashed down on my bare ass again. The pain was horrendous and I clenched automatically. She targeted the very bottom of my cheeks and this pain far exceeded the previous punishment. I received one final spank for luck on my right cheek and she kept the brush pressed to my flesh as if burning a brand into me.Then the onslaught was over and I was left alone. I closed my eyes and had no idea how much time had passed but the next thing I knew was Lucy hovering next to me wearing a strap-on rubber dildo."Ever seen one of these before?"She grinned at me as she lovingly smeared some clear lubricant along the black shaft of the false cock and I strained against my restraints.The toy must have cost the bitch a bundle as she held it up to my face. I could clearly make out the veins, the ridges and bumps, and the flared head. She stepped behind me and I felt the tip press against my ass crack. The lubricant was smothered over my anus and then the big head was fed inside my asshole."Fuck!"It hurt like hell, to begin with, and when she pushed in further tears streamed down my face. She pulled back and then pushed in again even further. The dildo was removed all the way and toyed with my hole.Then she eased back in and waves of uncertain excitement built in me in a way that I had never known. Lucy grabbed my hips and pushed inside me so hard that I felt her hips on my ass! She drove the thing up my butt with long, corkscrew lunges and my erection quivered in an S.O.S."How do you like being fucked, Oliver?"Her hips bumped against me as I was cruelly fucked by the dominatrix and I have to admit I groaned in a guilty pleasure. I was given short and quick thrusts as the lewd sound of naked skin on naked skin filled our ears. Her hefty jugs met my back as she leaned in and I screamed into my gag when the cheeky minx bit my shoulder.