Lucy was a fiery, black haired woman of a voluptuous nature and outgoing demeanor who
would grace any social event or high dress ball, doing her escort proud. But this was not the
case, as for ever so long it seemed, she had lived in luxurious loneliness in a grand, but cold
Elizabethan mansion attached to a light house that more or less kept passing ships off the
treacherous rocks below. The great, turning, yellow eye and bellowing fog horn mounted on
the forbidding tower beaconed out to sailors in the night from high atop a storm-tossed cliff,
overlooking the rocky beach of that lonely, windswept north sea island so far from light and
life. Her older husband was away most of the time sailing the sea and trading spices, silks and
rare animals of all kinds in far away lands. This was all well and good, but Lucy was lonely
and longed for a lover who would stay by her side and fulfill her dreams every day and night as
she could see by her mirror that her youth was fading as the days passed. Her beautiful, island
prison and her loneliness stole a little of her beauty each day as the great clock in the tower
ticked away her youth.
Lucy had not a child nor another to warm her heart or even with which to converse and muse
except her servants who were uninteresting dullards to say the least. Then one day in a fit of
depression, she found herself looking for a book to read when she came across an ancient copy
of "The Lucifurum Arcanum." It was a massive tome bound in graven stone with tanned
leather pages. The runes gracing the black face slab beckoned to her with some sort of inner
life that attracted her interest and made her heart palpitate in uneven rhythm as she
contemplated its presence and dark meaning in the flickering lamp light as the wind blew open
the French-paned windows and fluttered the lace curtains in its breathy sigh. Leaving the
book, she closed and latched the errant windows, pressing against them as she noticed a
passing ship in the gloomy, late afternoon. Was this an omen? She didn't know, but the
strange book drew her quickly back to the sphere of its influence.
What could this be she wondered, as she turned back the thin, black stone cover. As her violet
eyes fell upon the leathern pages, she trembled as she read, "Behold the Morning Star and the
darkness of the abyss that dwells in the Sides of The North. A million angels are born in Hell,
for there is no difference between angels and demons but the quality of the light by which they
see. Demons are said to dwell by darkness and angels by blinding light, but that is not always
true. If you stand between, you may not be able to tell the difference between them, except that
demons enjoy free will and obey no one but will help those who call them for something in
return." That passage thrilled Lucy as though she had found something forbidden, so she laid
the indigo silk marker across that page and slowly closed the heavy book, deep in pensive
thought. Then, looking about and finding no one watching, she slid the tome onto a wheeled
book cart and dragged it up to her room before calling her hand maiden to draw her a bath
scented with lavender and spice.
After drawing Lucy's bath, the chamber maid departed, leaving her mistress to her own
devices. Then slowly, as if in a dream and in time to some unheard music, Lucy shed her
gossamer wrap and tested the water with her toe. Finding it satisfactorily warm and pleasing,
she stepped in and reclined, allowing the warm, soothing water to flow over her sensitive body.
It was but the work a moment to cover herself with the fragrant lavender suds, whisking them
about with her crinoline puff. It felt so good! Then discarding the puff, she began to massage
her fair skin, first here, then there, and soon everywhere. Thoughts of a handsome demon
lover flooded her consciousness to overflowing, and without realizing it, her left hand sought
out her breasts and began to fondle them, squeezing and tugging and exciting her nipples until
they stood erect. The muse of lust was upon her, and in no time, her right hand began to
stroke her soft belly until it slipped down and began manipulating her clitoris until it too
became erect and sensitive. Thoughts of handsome demons with those long, flicking tongues
tortured her until she writhed in the agony of lust, powerless to help herself. Soon, she began
to babble something like, "Oh come to me, my demon lover-- I know you want me-- come and
make love to me!" With that thought, she reached her climax, arching her back and jutting out
her legs so her heels hooked over the rim of the tub before falling back exhausted. Then, more
relaxed and in a winsome mood, Lucy slowly dried off on a large, soft towel, tending to each
delicate part of her, one at a time as if each piece of her was some rare jewel, displayed upon
an exquisite, royal velvet presentation cloth. In her own good time, she selected and donned a
beautiful dress of red velvet with white lace trim. She then for a short while stood in
contemplation upon her baroque, railed balcony, watching a spectacular sunset before
submitting to her appetite and going down to dinner.
Lucy had come to the realization that she was not happy even though she was surrounded by
luxury and the best food and wine. There was no putting it off-- she was miserable and knew
that things had to change! After dinner, she retired to her room where she uncovered her new
found book, and by candle light, she read the passages that made her heart beat faster and her
breasts flush. "In order to summon a demon to do your bidding, gather a woman of youth, and
over a vessel of stone, fill it with her blood. Next make a 5 pointed star in front of that vessel.
Kill a live bird, and as its blood spurts away, say these words. Master of Hell and spirits of
wind I petition thee to send forth a bound demon who will do my bidding into the confines of
this pentagram upon my floor. Raise him up strong and proud, and I will strike a bargain with
him and give him direction." The passage went on to say that you couldn't keep a demon for
too long as such a practice is exceedingly dangerous, and if you do not honor it, the demon
will escape and rip you to shreds. Lucy thought about it and laughed at the silliness of the idea
even though her hands had grown cold and a chill had broken out at the base of her neck, the
fine, black hairs standing erect.
Just then, a gust of wind wafed though her window and blew the old book's pages to a picture
of a handsome demon named Paraxtre. He was fine looking, strong and handsome, with wavy
black hair and deep, dark eyes in which one could lose their immortal soul and care not. His
features were as of chiseled stone, and the muscles of his arms bulged as did the bunched
muscles of his powerful loins. He was a sight to behold! Lucy fairly lusted over the picture,
imagining in her mind's eye what it would be like to take him into her bed and there make love
to him in a thousand thrilling ways, him driving her to multiple orgasms as powerful as the
windswept, black waves crashing against the shore and smashing upon the rocks below. Then
coming to her senses, she read on: "To remove aging while with the demon, get into the vessel
of blood, drained from the young, fair one, and invite the demon to make love to you." She sat
there and closed the book and experienced a long, lucid dream about the demon and how she
could made love to him in the dark and how he would hold her and give to her long kisses and
soft caresses before driving her wild with his hard body and immense member. Oh, she fairly
swooned! The goose pimples raised all over her smoldering body in the light of the guttering
candle. Soon, the feeling of fulfillment and the wonderment of having a lover inside her made
her cream herself. She could smell her hot juices brewing within her and once again her slim
finger found that special place of delight where dreams are fulfilled, but this time, she found it
with a purpose. "Oh, I wish that you would come to me," she said quite audibly... "I'd do
anything to have you!"
She awoke in bed, finding herself in a hot sweat that drenched her sheets. She was almost
panting with lust and desire as she threw back the covers and staggered to the floor. Her
mouth was dry, but her vagina was so wet that it had soaked her bed clothes right through and
she had to bathe again, this time in cold water to gain control of herself. The sun was about to
rise, and the room soon filled with the reddish-golden light of dawn that made her yearn to
live. The morning glories bloomed outside her window, and their fragrance almost but not
quite overshadowed the odor of hot, unfulfilled woman. Many scents filled her room and,
being hypersensitive, she got dressed and went to the window where she could hear the waves
of the sea crash against the beach and she could breath in the fresh morning air to clear her
head. Then calming down, she sat down at her mirror to comb her hair, but instead visualized
fine lines forming on her face. Next, she shuddered as the lines turned to deep wrinkles, the
effect steadily worsening until she saw the decimated face of an old hag, withered by time.
Then finally a skull with rotted flesh gazed back, mocking her as if to say, "See? I'm what you
will become- ha, ha, haah!" Lucy screamed so loud that she woke the chamber maid down the
hall from her own morning's dream. Seconds later, the young maid burst into Lucy's room, and
in the shadows, saw a large, black, bird perched atop the mirror, gazing intently at the black
haired beauty before it. Lucy had not as yet noticed the bird as she was totally transfixed and
disgusted by her ancient hag's reflection in her mirror.
The horrified chamber maid dashed in and comforted her mistress by taking her in her arms and
saying, "Here, here, it's all right-- everything is all right-- you are just dreaming..." Then came
a flurry of tears and great sobs as the macabre event slipped away. In a moment, the horrible
image in both mind and mirror faded into nothingness, and the great, black, bird, now almost
transparent, flapped out of the window as if it had never been. The morning progressed
normally after that, but later, Lucy went out to the garden where one of her servants played a
bit of chamber music on the cello as she painted her husband's square rigger from memory,
sails billowing in the wind. A short while later, a strange ship hove to in the little sheltered
harbor, and when it did, lightning and thunder broke the spell of the pleasant interlude. It was
then that the gray fog rolled in, turning figures into ghosts and obscuring the sights of the
distance-- even the beach became shrouded from view.
Sound travels far in the fog, and not long after, heavy footsteps could be heard approaching in
the distance. The noise of cleated leather soles scraping upon the cobbles and crunching in the
gravel came ever closer until the figure of a man in a black sea coat came into view, slowly
approaching up the rise to the garden. He walked up to Lucy, introduced himself as Captain
Victor Sherborgen, and after the amenities, begin to explain his purpose for coming. "My
lady," he said as he took off his hat. Lucy, holding up her hand, stopped him, and invited him
into the house.. He bowed to her and they walked to the house, wiping their feet before
crossing the threshold. "My lady Lucy," he started up again, "I am not here on a pleasure
visit. Quite the contrary, your husband has had a grave accident at sea..." At those words, it
turned colder. Thunder clapped and silenced everything as time stood still. When the air
cleared, the captain continued in a low, unsteady voice, "Lucy, your husband is dead. We
buried him at sea this morning in a watery grave." Surprisingly, Lucy, who felt not at all close
to her husband of late took the news in a steadfast manner saying, "You are welcomed to stay
the night if you wish," and noticed how he looked so much like the handsome demon in the
picture of the stone book. Then fighting back the longing, she said to him, "I did not get your
name good sir?" "I am Captain Victor Sherborgen, at your service," he answered, and looked
at her with his piercing, deep, black eyes set in a face of chiseled stone.
Then turning, Lucy called to Mary, her chamber maid, standing nearby. "Mary, show Cap-uh a
Victor to his room-- the one next to mine will do." He took Lucy's hand and kissed it gently
and then left with Mary, the chamber maid, following her up the winding stair case. Later that
night at dinner, the rain still poured down from the sky in sheets, and at times, the wind
howled and shrieked, whistling through the battlements like so many banshees in pursuit of
the damned. Even so, the dining room was brightly lit by many large candles as the storm
rumbled on unabated as if stirred by the minions of Hell itself. Just then, a great burst of
lightning struck out in the garden, followed by a mighty crash of thunder that rattled the glass
as a freak gust of wind blew open the lid of the music box on the side board. The force jarred
the mechanism, releasing the catch, and as its spring unwound, it started playing a popular
dance tune in three quarter time. Then, in a heartbeat, Victor seized upon the event, and
looking the fair beauty, Lucy, right in the eye, asked, "Lucy, would you dance? It is a custom
in my country when Dining with a fair woman to waltz if one happens to play." She accepted,
and he took her hand. They waltzed near the lighting-filled windows on the ballroom floor
near the large wooden table, as the lights in the sky danced with them and the thunder kept
time with the music. In due time, the spring of the music box released the last erg of its energy
and the music stopped, but it mattered not as the magic couple waltzed on, spinning and
turning, as if they were unaware of anything else but themselves in their own little world of
fantasy. Then after a long time of holding each other, they finally let go and stopped, for a
moment looking deep into each other's eyes. Finally Lucy caught herself. She had not acted as
a recently widowed woman should, no not at all... Then for the first time, she thought about
her husband and said, "Please excuse me. I've had rather a long and disappointing day. I'll see
you in the morning." So asking to be excused from the pleasant company, she quickly climbed
the stairs to her room where she went promptly to bed, falling into a deep slumber.
That night, she dreamed of Victor and dancing with him and even making love to him as she
had with the demon. The next morning dawned cold and gray. Sheets of rain came down and
the fog was so thick that outside, you couldn't see the ground before you. It would have been
foolish to steer the ship out into that storm, so the good captain and crew left the ship in the
shelter of the natural harbor on the lea side of the island. They would have to wait the storm
out. That was fine with Lucy as her internal fire still raged. She decided she was damned tired
of being alone and would do something about it. One thing for sure, Lucy knew that she
wanted Victor, and she wanted to get laid hard and fast. Also, she reasoned that because in
life her husband had given her much, perhaps this was his parting gift in death. She never
thought or presumed what she had done, and that the powers of darkness had brought about
her husband's early demise so her wishes could be realized. Such is the power of lust!
All she knew was that Victor was a handsome man and she wanted him! Whether or not he
was the demon or had anything to do with him was a concept unthought. Lucy was lust
driven, and she was hot! Was Victor really the demon? It mattered not to the randy Lucy
as Victor had what she needed! She was in lust! Making her decision, Lucy put on her
brightest yellow gown and went to where the servants were laying out breakfast. Upon seeing
the fiery, black haired lady, Victor announced what she already knew, saying, "My lady, the
storm is too violent-- we cannot set sail today. I am sorry if I'm bothering you with my stay,
but I dare not sail the ship out into that storm." "You are no bother at all, dear Victor," she
said. "Stay as long as you like." Then looking over her shoulder, Lucy inquired, "May I speak
with you alone, my Captain?." "Why, of course, you may, my dear," smiled the dashing, black-
eyed ship's captain.
At this, the servants left the room. I am very much alone here," breathed Lucy in a husky
voice. "What would you wish of me, my lady?" asked Victor, pleasantly, the hint of a smile
curling at the edges of his lips. "Make love to me!" "My lady, your husband is not yet cold in
his grave!" started Victor. Lucy continued, "He was once my husband, but he was married to
my family money not me. I hold the wealth. To me, he died long ago." "Yes, It is indeed sad
to leave a fair flower such as yourself here to wither and die all alone," mused Captain Victor
Sherborgen in all earnestness, eyes flashing. Together, they climbed the stairs as one. He held
her in his arms and took her to her bed and there, undressed her with gentle hands. He then
made fiery love to her right on the spot without hesitation. Oh, the power of him as he took
her! She wrapped her silken legs tightly around his loins and arched her pelvis at just the right
angle to accept him and all he could give her. She was hot! As the hours ticked by, unnoticed,
they fed each other the full measure of their inner fire and the desire of there hearts, making
love until the clock struck 9 bells, and still they continued on, unrelenting. They stayed in the
bed together all day, and between, he read to her from her favorite book to pass the time until
they could martial their energies for more love making. The servants knew not what to think
and began to gossip-- what could she be doing?. Her husband is not even cold and already she
takes another man. Surely she is not a God fearing woman! Yesterday, Her husband was
buried in a watery grave and she shed not a tear. Her heart is cold as ice!
The storm wore on and the days passed quickly. Then as luck would have it, Victor took ill
with a cold. The servants begged her to marry the man so she would not have to live in sin any
longer, but she refused saying, "I've had enough of marriage!" All the while, Victor grew
steadily worse, coughing, choking and burning with fever. It wasn't long before he was
bedridden and near helpless. If only he could get warm! It was as though he was paying a
price for his misdeeds, and retribution was hounding him.. It was a black Sunday night when
Victor took a turn for the worse and passed away from complications, choking to death on his
own fluids. There was nothing to be done. Lucy, then in deep depression, sought the solace
of her room and there cried herself to sleep, having no idea what to do. They buried Victor on
Wednesday after waiting three days, under a sunny sky. It was all over-- the storm passed as if
its purpose was finally accomplished, carrying the spirit of the dark Captain Victor Sherborgen
with it. Finally, Lucy let go and wept by the twin graves of her husband and her lover, both
gone forever while she remained alone. Later, she went into the house and put on her black
gown and simply sat on her bed, fully depressed, in morning for herself, not for her lost
husband or lover. How could fate do this to her? In the days to come she would neither eat
nor sleep and cared not for anything or anyone. Then, one morning the maids came in and
opened her windows to air out her room as it was a sunny day. However, after they left, a sly,
quickening breeze came up and once again blew open the big old book to the page showing the
picture of the demon, Paraxtre. Lucy went near mad at the sight of him. "Hello Victor!" she
said, "Fear not, I will soon set you free my beloved."
Lucy put on her red gown and went to
the old wooden gardener's shed at the end of the stone path and selected a sharp ax. Then
testing its heft and seeing that none watched her strange actions, she carried the ax back to her
room, hidden under her cloak. "Victor, we shall be together soon-- I will free you from Hell!
I am Lucifer's daughter, and I hold the keys! I will rip apart the very seems of Heaven and Hell
to free you, my beloved. I am the whore of Hell-- the servants call me that... Let's prove them
right and no regrets!" Then with great cunning, she hid the ax and called to Mary, the chamber
maid. Quickly, Mary dutifully came into the room to see what she wanted. "Oh Mary," she
said, "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are? You're so very, pretty, Mary. You are so young
with your skin like flowing cream. Would you like to play with me Mary? Would you like to
be naughty?" The moon passed in front of the sun as Lucy and Mary made love on the bed
and the wind blew in through the window with increasing violence as they cavorted and
played. Lucy held Mary down while she sucked her rosy nipples and soon, they were
overtaken by the muse of Lesbos and found myriad ways to bring each other to climax over
and over again. Then after a time, Lucy got up and headed for her powder room, leaving
young Mary lying on her bed, breathless.
While Mary quietly dozed there on the bed, Lucy walked in with her ax and knocked Mary
senseless with a blow from the flat of the blade "Oh you play so well," she said to Mary's still
figure, setting aside the ax. Lucy then dragged Mary to the bathtub and shoved her in head
first to the bottom after carefully putting the stopper in tight. "It's too bad I had to use you,
but you have the young blood I need! You understand, don't you Mary?" Lucy then picked up
her ax and lobbed off Mary's head right there in the tub. Oh, the blood spurted hot and red,
filling the bottom of the tub with the rich, red elixir. Ah, the wine of life once again spilled for
lust and gain, mused the black-headed witch. Lucy wrung out every usable drop of Mary's
blood before removing her shriveled corpse and severed head from the blood-spattered tub and
stuffed the last remains in an old wooden sea chest. She was ready!
Lucy then took a brass candle stick and drew a 5 pointed star on the floor. She then got into
the bathtub in the nude and bathed in the young girl's fresh blood. Just then, as if by magic, a
dove flew into the room as they sometimes do, and she grabbed it and bit off it's head. Lucy
said, in a loud, clear voice, "My demon lover, come to the star, oh great Paraxtre! Come and
make love to me from the star. Then appeared a handsome man with chiseled features who
asked in a powerful voice, "What do you want of me woman?
"I want you to be my husband!" "What do I get in return?" "I will be your wife, and for you,
open the gates to the realm of mortals. I will free you from Hell, my beloved. I will free you
from Hell!" "Invite me to leave the star," said Paraxtre. "I invite you to leave the star." Then
whistling a little demon's tune, he left the star and made love to her in that bathtub of fresh
blood and soon found himself liking it. Lucy was one hot bitch! She was worthy of a demon
lover, and Paraxtre really let loose in her, pumping her harder and harder until they both got
off. Then ,as he stroked her in the afterglow, she grew younger and stronger-- better looking
too!. He was liking it! Soon, when she was young enough, she left the bathtub, and dried
herself off to halt the process as she did not wish to become a child.
Then looking at his
seductive bride, he smiled in merriment at his good fortune... "We will be married soon,"
laughed the demon, Paraxtre. "I think it is wonderful!" Shortly after, flames rose up from the
stone fireplace and an angular woman in a black robe, carrying a black book came forth and
said, "Do you, Lucy take this demon, Paraxtre, in marriage for all time-- even after death?" "I
do," answered Lucy. "Do you drink from the cup of forbidden love and hold the flame in your
heart to be sacred?" "I do," agreed Lucy. "Do you, Paraxtre take this mortal woman to be
your demon woman?" "I do," said Paraxtre. "Do you, Paraxtre drink of the cup of forbidden
pleasures and join with her?" "I do" said the demon, copping a feel of Lucy's bottom...
The dark woman pursed her lips, looking straight at them and said, "I pronounce you demons
in bounding in the name of Satan!" The flames of Hell flashed high from the hearth, singing
the beams and filling the air with the scent of burning brimstone. Then as if on que, Lucy
dropped her wrap and immediately sprouted tiny horns and diminutive bat wings as symbols of
her new stature. She, then quite pleased with herself, put on her thigh-high black nylons,
thong, four inch heels and black gown. Then taking her demon lover and husband by the hand,
they walked to the ballroom and called all of Lucy's servants together and murdered them in
ritual, laying their corpses out on the floor as trophies. Then the Hellish pair brought all of
them except the chamber maid, Mary, back to life as creatures of the undead, giving each a tiny
sip of blood to seal their fate. Now, they were truly servants! Elated, Lucy then waltzed with
her new husband by the lighting-filled windows as the sky went dark and the thunder rolled. A
demonic band played for them, spicing the music with the occasional Hellish laugh as Satan,
Himself, reclined upon the mantle piece, eating a meat pie and contemplating His next mischief.
Once or twice though, He mused about what a hot bitch was Lucy and even entertained the
thought that He should have taken her for Himself...
