Ch 233 + 234 - Den of Depravity ~Heavy Erotic~

"So ehh... about tomorrow? We're still doing that?" Hermione asked, trying to sound casual but betraying a concern in her voice.

She wanted whatever Lucifer had planned for her tomorrow, wanted that horrible and wonderful humiliation of being on display.

"Hmm?" Lucifer looked up from his book. They were sitting in the kitchen again, eating a sandwich that Hermione had made him.

Reading over the essay that she wrote for History of Magic for him.

"That... date tomorrow? With me dressing as slutty as possible? Are we still on for that?" Hermione asked nervously.

She wondered if him saying those wonderful words to her had changed anything between them.

Maybe he wanted a more... vanilla relationship now?

"Of course," Lucifer said nonchalantly, "didn't you understand that when I explained it to you? My orders stand unless I say something differently."

Hermione smiled nervously at him and muttered an "of course," and started to think about what she was going to wear.

"And I want you to wear the butterfly," he told her, "make sure it fits and has batteries."

"That... that ehh... vibrating-thingy?" she asked, blushing. 

'He's going to make me wear that in public?!' She wondered, half in fear, half in anticipation.

"Yes, that one. I'm sure we'll have... fun with it," Lucifer smiled at her with a gleam in his eyes.

They both sat in silence for a while, each having their own idea of how the coming day would unfold.

"Ehm... another thing," Hermione said, interrupting his thoughts, "About the money-rule? I just want to make sure I understand... If I buy a pink see-through nightgown or a black thong, you won't mind?" she asked.

"..But I can't buy a dress or some new shoes? Isn't that a little silly?"

"Well, you can buy the dress if I allow it -- and I might if I see it first," Lucifer said, determined not to back down or admit there was any flaw in his plan, "but if you want, we can change it so you have to ask before buying lingerie as well..."

"No-no, that's not what I meant!" She quickly interjected, "but what is lingerie and what is underwear, right? Can I buy regular ones?"

"Not without my permission... and why would I allow you to buy some boring panties? I prefer you in lacy thongs," Lucifer told her with a wink.

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"By the way... I'm thinking of going shopping outside for something to wear tomorrow -- can I buy some new clothes for that? I think I'm running low on... nice things to wear," Hermione said, blushingly slightly, cheeks very flushed, realising she needed to ask her owner first.

"Yeah, take Makima, you can buy whatever you need to wear tomorrow and don't tell me what it is. I want to be surprised. In return though, you aren't allowed to cum until I tell you to."

She gaped at him.

Blowing him and practically being ordered how to handle her own money had turned her on to no end -- and now he told her that not only wouldn't he take care of her, she wasn't even permitted to do so herself!

Just to be allowed to buy clothes to wear for him?!

"But-but," Hermione said in total befuddlement, trying to find words to tell him how much she needed to get off!

"No buts," Lucifer cut her off, "no frigging yourself off till I say so! And if you do it anyway," he continued with an almost threatening glare, "I'll find out -- you know I will -- and buy you a chastity-belt and lock you in it for a month!"

That shut her up -- and turned the poor girl on even further.

Just before, Hermione left he had one last message for her though.

He'd kept this one in, just to have something to tease her with before she left.

"You know," Lucifer said as she pressed the button for the lift to open.

"Icecream, chocolate and such things... they aren't groceries..." then forcibly pushed her out in the Lift with a ding sound of closing..

Leaving her to ponder the meaning of his words. 

'Not groceries? She wondered, oh my God, he means I have to ask him if I want chocolate!?'

Hermione was devastated; she really enjoyed her chocolate -- especially when she had her period.

'Why did him cutting her off from one of her favourite pastimes -- eating chocolate -- makes her so wet?'

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Next day

Hermione was impatiently waiting for Lucifer in his car, near one of the branches of the Scotland Police Department.

One of their Homicide detectives, Dan Espinoza has been pestering Lucifer for days when 3rd year ended, and then he came back.

Today was probably the last day of questioning.

Currently she had parked in one end of the parking-lot where few people came, hoping to avoid attracting attention that way.

She knew she wasn't exactly dressed like normal girls coming to pick up their boyfriend.

Hermione slightly wondered, if that was considered normal too?

She looked at herself in the rear-mirror once again, gathering courage from the fact that she'd done her best to obey Lucifer's directions, which she again got a painful reminder of before sleeping at night.

She really couldn't imagine being dressed sluttier than she was now -- and certainly not being seen in public!

She was wearing a brand new white shirt, one that was several numbers too small.

She could button the lower buttons but there was simply no way the material could stretch across her chest, it only just managed to cover the lower half of her bra.

The other half proudly showed off her enthralling tits that were even more pushed together and out by her new, black push-up bra.

Her cleavage with almost hypnotising powers.

The small shirt ended just above her navel and left a lot of her stomach bare. 

Hermione couldn't stop focusing on the small portion of fat... she accumulated during holidays, her Mum just told she was healthy.

But she prayed that everyone else -- and especially Lucifer-- would focus more on her alluring tits than her stomach.

She had found a pleated skirt in her wardrobe and wore it.

It was chequered in dark red and black colours and reached the middle of her thigh.

It wasn't as daringly short as some of her other skirts but the pattern really led the mind to a school-uniform, and that was what she was trying to pull off: A slutty schoolgirl.

She had set her hair up in two pig-tails, and wore a lot of dark make-up, creating an image of corrupted innocence.

Hermione had charmed a tie that would match her skirt. 

She wore a small black one that pointed down at her cleavage, further drawing the eye to her mesmerising tits.

She had considered wearing stockings -- maybe some pink ones? -- but had decided against it.

She had no doubt that Lucifer would have liked it but felt the rest of her outfit should more than make up for her lack of stockings, she had decided.

'God, I hope he likes it', she thought insecurely.

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Chloe Decker could not believe her eyes!

After the last batch of questions ended, she even came outside to drop the boy at Lux..

Only, he was meeting with a gorgeous teenage girl, dressed like a total tart!

She watched from afar as he confidently walked to the car as the sexy girl stepped out and revealed her clothing -- or lack of clothing.

As the most natural thing in the world, Lucifer kissed her deeply on the mouth and let his hand slide up beneath her skirt, possessively groping arse.

And she accepted it -- enjoyed it even!

Various emotions fought for control of Chloe's mind; surprise that a cocky kid like him even landed himself a hottie like this.

Repulsion that anyone would dress like she did, envy that a girl of around xx years looked so much more sexy than Chloe herself, jealousy that the girl had taken Lucifer from her.

(she didn't quite know where that came from since she'd never considered Lucifer 'hers' nor had she had any interest in 'having' him)

Besides, she was even married for goodness's sake, thinking about having kids with Dan!

And finally... arousal!

The scene in front of her was definitively the sexiest sight she had ever seen; especially when the girl turned around to step into the car again and Lucifer gave her a playful slap on her arse.

She just smiled back at him and wiggled her ass a bit, seemingly eager for more.

Chloe was not that experienced in the world of sex and she didn't quite know what to do with all her confused and conflicting emotions.

She considered going to them, though didn't know why... except that she wanted to be part of what they had, perhaps stealing the girl's position. 

'Do I want Lucifer to slap my arse?' she thought, completely disoriented.

Chloe'd never had desires in that direction before and didn't know where they were coming from now.

But she did know that couple out in the parking-lot gave her all kinds of erotic feelings between her legs.

In the end though, she merely hid until they drove off, not willing to risk making a fool of herself in front of Lucifer and the mystery-girl.

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Hermione had outdone herself, Lucifer decided with a smile as he placed a hand on her thigh.

They were now driving downtown with him pointing the way.

"You're really sexy, you know?" he said casually as he began massaging her thigh, just above the hem of her skirt.

Throughout enjoying his touch she smiled at him, "Are you serious?" Hermione asked, fishing for more compliments.

"Yeah. When I saw my little schoolgirl, I-" he said and leaned into her, letting his fingers glide further up her skirt to the soft skin of her upper-thigh, "got an instant hard-on."

"R-Really?" she asked and spread her legs a bit more, giving him easier access.

As his hand found its way further up her thigh, instead of panties like he would normally find (or her delightfully soft pussy, if she weren't wearing any...), he met a rubbery, foreign object.

Lucifer smiled as he recognised -- or thought he did at least -- the butterfly, it was a device he bought, little remote-controlled clit-massager.

"I never lie" he said, "No one else I know at school would have the guts to go anywhere dressed as slutty as you."

Hermione beamed at him; his compliments making her feel even more good and very satisfied with her choice of outfit.

Lucifer too was genuinely pleased with her slutty looks -- it only posed a single problem: He was way more turned on than he had expected to be.

Should he have her park the car somewhere and give him a blowjob, or perhaps even a fucking, or should he go through with the plan as it stood?

'Get laid now or later' he thought with a grin.

Finally decided that plan was more important than his immediate relief and let his hand fall down a bit lower on her thigh, still below her skirt though.

He kept massaging her there, knowing how his touch anywhere near her pussy usually caused her to flood.

"Where's the remote?" he asked.

Hermione cast a quick, confused look on his face before looking back out on the road.

Between driving and him doing wonderful things to her thigh, her mind was plenty occupied and she couldn't really concentrate enough to even figure out what he was asking her.

"The remote-control? For the butterfly?" he repeated in a slow, mocking way.

Blushing over her own lack of focus, she pointed at the little, black handbag at his feet.

"It's in there. It's a little black... thing that looks like a small TV-remote," Hermione told him and he quickly found it, hidden beneath a make-up kit and a jewellery-box.

"Did you test it?" he asked curious as he studied it.

She nodded yes, "but not after I put it on, though. I know it works, 'cause I tested it after I put the batteries in."

"So you don't know how it feels?" he continued his questions. She shook her head no.

"Why not?"

"After you went outside with that Detective in morning...I decided to sleep in.....So, I got a little late and... well," she mumbled.

"You were afraid if you started you wouldn't be able to stop?" Lucifer finished for her, with a mocking smile.

A little humiliated she nodded again.

"Well, it's good you know your limits," he outright laughed at her, giving her a gentle praise: "You really are a little slut, aren't you?"

Hermione looked him dead in the eye and told him with pride in her voice: "I'm your little slut."

He nodded, pleased with her answer.

"You'll get a chance to prove it soon enough," he said cryptically.

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At Lucifer's guidance they parked in front of a store of 'Den of Depravity'.

Hermione had little trouble identifying what kind of store this was -- the large windows were filled pornflicks, tight, suggestive "uniforms" and paddles, crops and whips in all shapes and sizes.

"A porno-shop?" she asked in puzzlement.

"Yep. We need a few items, you see," Lucifer answered her, "but first I need to buy something."

"A surprise, if you will. So I'll go in, get what I need and you'll wait just outside. When I'm done, I'll come to get you and deliver a little assignment."

She looked at herself in the rear-mirror, "you want me to stand outside a porn-shop, dressed like a sex-craving schoolgirl... all by myself?"

Hermione summed up in an incredulous voice.

"Yes," Lucifer affirmed, as if it's all just obvious to him.

"But to make it a little more interesting, we'll start this," he said and flipped the switch on the remote he still had in his hand.

With no warning the little buzzer placed directly on her clit began to vibrate, not overly fast but enough to make the poor girl squirm in her seat.

"Oh God," she breathed as bolts of pleasure flared from her clit throughout her body.

Lucifer didn't really know the exact pressure it would have. From what he had read on the Internet, the buzz should be quite arousing but not strong enough to bring a woman to orgasm -- especially not on the lower of the two speeds.

But, Hermione seemed to be a girl who had an easy time cumming, so he just watched her while she squirmed around in her seat, trying to increase the pressure -- trying to get off!

"Please, please, more!" she begged him, as she came to realise that she wouldn't be able to cum from the butterfly alone.

Though pleasurable, its pressure was too weak and even in her aroused state she knew better than to rub herself like she wanted -- he would never allow it and probably cane her for it.

"Nope," he grinned and stepped out of the car.

She followed suit, purposefully ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that was telling her, not to just stand in the street, dressed like a schoolgirl slut.

The arousal she felt whenever she followed Lucifer's orders, whenever she humiliated herself for him tried to drown out that little, insistent voice -- and the little vibrating butterfly on her most intimate parts certainly didn't help her think clearly.

Hermione knew this was what she wanted though, she wanted Lucifer to use her in whatever way he saw fit, wanted to be his little slut.

Earn his praise, and his love.

She was a little unsteady as she stepped out of the car, it was hard to gain complete control of her body when the damn butterfly humming away between her legs. 

'Oh God, the humming!' she thought in a sudden panic, 'can everyone hear?!' 

She froze, trying to determine if a random passerby would be able to hear.

The little voice inside her head grew louder, telling her that this wasn't right.

"Hey!" Lucifer caught her attention, looking at her troubled state, "you okay?"

Hermione didn't know if he was asking if she wanted to go through with it -- whatever "it" was -- or if he had noticed she was acting a little weird.

It didn't really matter, she decided and nodded her head yes.

She was okay. He was with her.

He smiled at her, a confident smile.

She smiled back, finding her own confidence in his eyes.

The way he looked at her, half worried, half lusty boosted her self-esteem.

He wanted her and he'd watch out for her -- nothing else mattered.

Looking as she looked, confidence became seductiveness and Hermione swayed her hips as she walked around the car, steeling herself.

"I'm better than okay, Daddy" she said in a sultry voice.

She hadn't called him that in a while but seeing as they were in public, it seemed like a more attention-drawing title than "master" or "sir".

Of course, given how she was dressed, no one would really pay attention to anything she said...

She played with one of her pigtails and looked down, acting like a shy, innocent girl and letting her incredibly developed, mature body speak for itself.

The result was an instant renewal of Lucifer's' hard-on.

"I can see that," he agreed with a desiring smile, "be a good girl 'till I come back."

He turned around and went into the store without looking back.

She was left behind, with only a little butterfly, locked on her clit to keep her company.

The 'good girl' looked around her as she stood alone on the side-walk.

It wasn't the most trafficked part of town, but it wasn't a sleazy neighbour either.

The few people, who came by looked at her blatantly, not caring that she noticed.

One elderly 'gentleman' actually stopped and stared at her for almost a minute with an odd, calculation look in his eyes.

Hermione blushed scarlet when she realised he was considering how much she'd cost -- he thought she was a whore!

"Oh God," she thought as he moved on, never had she been so humiliated!

Her pussy was gushing, she was sure any minute now a line of pussyjuice would make its way down her leg.

"Well, hello there, darling," a voice suddenly said behind her.

Scared witless, Hermione turned around, staring into a man's eyes.

She somehow felt like she'd been caught and all her confidence drained away.

"Come here often?" the man asked.

Hermione guessed he was a little older and seemed to devour her with his eyes.

They wandered from her special hair-do down her made-up face to her tits, so nicely put on display for everyone to look at and down her skirt to her thighs and continued down to her semi-high open-toed sandals.

At no point did he bother to look her in the eyes.

That annoyed her.

Just because she was dressed to please, didn't mean she didn't deserve the same respect as a fully-dressed woman.

"No, never been here before," Hermione answered curtly, not caring to continue the conversation with this slightly creepy man.

"Well," he said, taking a step closer, invading her personal space, "wanna come home with me? I've got a condo downtown..." he informed her, trying to impress her.

She wasn't.

"No," she said coldly, "I'm waiting for my... boyfriend." She was torn between say Master and boyfriend but decided not to encourage this guy with more intimate details of her personal life.

"Ah..." he nodded in understanding, "well, I don't mind paying for it. We can just wait for your pimp- sorry, boyfriend... together."

Bam!

Hermione slapped his face and hissed at him in her most angry tone, "Lucifer's not my pimp and he would never sell me to others!"

With that she turned her back on him and walked to the other end of the store-facade.

She was still in front of the store as she'd been told and she was as far away from the creep as she could come.

He stared at her with anger in his eyes, spat at the sidewalk and with a loud: "Too young for me anyway," he turned around and left.

Hermione stood for herself a bit, calming her nerves and felt better and better about herself.

She had stood up to the creep and shown him, herself and the rest of the world that she wasn't that kind of woman!

"Only for Lucifer," she whispered to herself.

The unstoppable humming between her legs certainly helped somewhat to turn her adrenaline-rush into another kind of rush... a more pleasant kind of rush.

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