Feature writer: Pueros
Contact Email: pueros@hotmail.com
Feature title: Lucifer’s Disciples Part 2
Copyright: 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved
Uploaded: The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive
Warning: This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
Author’s notes: This is the second part of a story about a boy who becomes entrapped in the evil rituals of a wicked satanic cult.
Lucifer’s Disciples Part 2: Stranger
(Owner’s residence of a remote farm Midwestern USA, 1 year ago)
Stephen, who was attired only in skimpy tight white briefs, the hue supposedly denoting his virgin purity, was awake but was nevertheless lying on the single uncovered bed in his tiny cell. There were two reasons for adopting such a reclining position.
First, the bed comprised the only furniture in Stephen’s tiny cell. Second, the 13 year-old boy’s hands were cuffed together behind his back, whilst linked by a chain, long enough to enable him to stand upright when necessary, to another round his neck and to similarly bound ankles. Lying on the mattress therefore represented the most comfortable possible position.
The Chinese scientists, who had looked after Stephen for 6 months, although to the boy the period had represented an unknown amount of time, whilst revealing to him the supposed truth about himself and the only proper deity to worship, had just brought him to this cell. Prior to leaving, the men had told the 13 year-old to expect imminently to meet the Grand Master of the true faith, to serve which he had received the honor of being abducted and subsequently carefully brainwashed, conditioned and trained.
Stephen’s brainwashing meant that he was actually now excitedly looking forward to meeting the very important Grand Master, earthly leader of the true faith, whom he had been especially chosen to serve for the next year before moving on to the even better honor of attending the great Lucifer himself in his own glorious domain. The boy was now extremely proud at being selected for his very prestigious special role, which he proposed to attempt to fulfill with the utmost efficiency, as befitted such an immense privilege.
After all, only one special ripe boy was chosen each year for the honor and the great Lucifer, through the Grand Master, had selected him. The true faith’s existing slaves were considered too old to be awarded such prestige.
Consequently, a boy like him had to be rescued annually from his terrible previous existence, in which he had appallingly been sacrilegiously excluded from the influence of the great Lucifer. Having been so saved by the true faith, he could now look forward to salvation with his earthly lord, the Grand Master, and then his heavenly one.
Stephen had been indoctrinated with the notion that Lucifer’s domain of hell was actually really heaven for true believers like him. Suffering greatly for eternity in his divine lord’s abode was his privileged destiny, after first for a period of about a year enduring similar in the Grand Master’s earthly dwelling.
When Stephen heard the spy-hole in his cell’s solid metal door being opened and some voices conversing outside, he eagerly hoped immediately to meet the Grand Master. The boy’s unrealistic aspiration formed because of his excitement and despite previously being taught that an audience with the leader of the true faith in such a setting would be inappropriate because his future interaction with him, and indeed most other adults, would hereon be entirely highly ritualistic.
Unlike the satanic cult’s older entirely voluntary slaves, the special boy chosen to serve for about a year, before playing the starring role in a particular annual ceremony, was only ever to meet most adults in formal settings and garments. Such a scenario was considered important for the proper maintenance of his brainwashed conditioning.
Stephen, in his excitement, was not currently considering the present need for the Grand Master to relocate and, with his accompanying secretary, to redress in cult robes, after gaining their initial sight of the freshly delivered exceptionally beautiful boy through the spy-hole and before viewing him literally in the flesh. However, the sound of boots walking away finally provided him with the evidence that he was not to host immediately the leader of the true faith in his tiny cell. The keen child was naturally deeply disappointed but he nevertheless continued to wait quietly on his bed for the chance to meet the great man elsewhere.
Another quarter of an hour passed before the metal door of Stephen’s cell eventually opened and the boy was presented with the sight of a man, aged about 25, who was dressed in a flowing black robe. His garment was embroidered with silvery insignia, comprising inverted crucifixes and pentagrams, with a demonic horned goat portrayed inside, and ‘udjats’. The latter emblems were allegedly ‘all-seeing-eyes’, similar to those often found on boats of ancient Mediterranean civilizations. However, here the symbols had the name ‘Lucifer’ inscribed above and a tear falling from below, which was supposedly indicative of the lord of hell’s sorrow for those out of his influence.
Stephen was rather disappointed at the color of the man’s robe because he knew, from his training, that the arrival was not the Grand Master, whose garment would be purple. The boy’s initial frustration arose from instant anxiousness that he might not meet the earthly leader of the true faith as quickly as he had hoped. However, his worry was to be quickly dispelled.
As taught, Stephen had respectfully clambered from his bed, despite his bondage, and sunk to his knees immediately on the man’s arrival in order to kiss the adult’s now black leather boots. The Grand Master’s secretary was obviously pleased to observe the boy’s well-trained debasing act of servile reverence, as well as to confirm at first hand how resplendently gorgeous the child was in looks.
Stephen had subsequently remained kneeling with head bowed deferentially until he received a command from the man to do something else. The first order from the secretary was actually “Stand and follow me, boy, for your audience with the Grand Master!”
Stephen was naturally delighted to comply, although not to end his degrading kneeling. He did not now believe that performing homage and demonstrating reverence for his betters was demeaning but rather considered such acts to be appropriate shows of respect. The boy was instead pleased to obey because he would soon see the earthly leader of the true faith, to whom he was already deeply devoted even before meeting him for the first time.
The secretary, who did not believe that such kindness was yet necessary, did not remove the chain linking Stephen’s leather anklets together. The boy was therefore forced more to shuffle slowly rather than walk from his basement cell, along the outside sinister black-painted corridor, illuminated only by fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling, and up the stairs at the end.
Climbing the stairs was particularly awkward for Stephen because the chain linking his ankles was only just long enough to enable him to move a foot very unsteadily onto the next step. The possibility of him losing balance because of such precarious progress and falling back down was ever present, as the secretary was leading ahead of him and therefore represented no backstop.
Nevertheless, the top of the stairs was eventually attained safely, albeit so slowly that the secretary reached there well before Stephen. Consequently, after looking back, the man chastised him by warning “You’ll have to be much quicker than this in future, boy, if you want to avoid punishment!”
Stephen knew better than to answer back. The boy had been taught that speaking without being asked a direct question or otherwise being given permission to do so was also punishable.
After Stephen finally precariously struggled successfully to the top of the stairs, he discovered that he was in a similar corridor to the one from which he had just come. Having originally been taken to his cell in an elevator, when the boy had paid no regard to floor numbers, this observance revealed to him for the first time that the basement possessed two levels.
Stephen gave no regard to why the man guiding him had not also used the elevator instead of the stairs. If the boy had discovered the reason, he would have known that the sadistic man just liked to cause problems for the cult’s slaves.
Stephen was eventually to appreciate that the lower basement floor contained his own amenities, comprising his tiny cell and, through an adjacent door, his bigger shower-room with integral grooming and dressing amenities, toilet, bidet and, unhappily for him, enema equipment. The upper level provided the Grand Master’s most intimate private facilities, namely his audience, entertainment and torture chambers, as well as his personal shrine.
The secretary led Stephen to one of the solid metal doors in the second corridor, which represented the entrance to the Grand Master’s audience chamber. The man pressed a button to signal their arrival.
On hearing the buzzer sound, the Grand Master paused for several minutes before pressing another button on the arm of the elevated black stone throne, on which he was sitting in his purple robes, so that the door would slide aside to permit access to those standing with increasing impatience outside. Although the man was eager to meet Stephen, he always by custom liked to keep people waiting for an audience with him.
After the door eventually slid automatically aside, Stephen was invited to go first through the entrance by his adult guide. The boy complied, noticing in the process that the audience chamber, into which he was proceeding, was a relatively small amenity, whose black walls were inscribed with the same silvery insignia as were on the robe of the man who had led him here.
These satanic emblems were also on the stone throne, on which Stephen saw that another man was sitting. The adult was clearly the Grand Master, his status obvious to the boy by his purple robe, with matching embroidered symbols, and elevated position on the only item of furniture present in the audience chamber.
The whole scene was illuminated only by black candles. However, there were plenty of them on multiple holders on top of tall stands, made of silvery metal, so that the audience chamber was well lit.
Stephen judged correctly that the rather appropriately black-haired Grand Master was in his mid-50s. However, the boy did not spend too much time in such speculation. After shuffling into the man’s presence, across a black marble floor decorated by a huge version of the silvery pentagram emblem, he knelt, with the usual care because of his chained bondage, to kiss the mouth of the demonic horned goat depicted within the symbol. Many satanists call this creature ‘Baphomet’.
Stephen’s reverent homage was performed in honor of the Grand Master, Baphomet and also the ultimate lord whom he was seeking to serve, the great Lucifer. Afterwards, the boy remained respectfully kneeling, with head bowed and the floor portrayal of the head of the demonic horned goat at the center of the pentagram immediately in front of him.
The appreciative Grand Master took in the exquisite sight of the beautiful kneeling Stephen for a few moments. The man particularly enjoyed viewing the front of the boy’s skimpy tight white briefs, where the delightful outline of covered young genitalia was visually detectable, and as a consequence a bulge suddenly appeared in the lap of his own robe.
Nevertheless, the Grand Master subsequently somehow managed to ignore his arousal and avoid an associated drying of his throat to greet the new arrival in the customary formal manner.
“In the name of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer,” the man announced, ” I welcome you, boy stranger!”
“However,” the Grand Master went on to query, “I must ask, boy stranger, why you have come here and paid homage to the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and his acolyte, Baphomet, and his earthly servant, me, whilst dressed and chained as you are?”
The man’s inquiry was, of course, superficially incongruous, as he not only already knew the answer but also had specifically arranged for Stephen to be suitably preconditioned so that he could be presented before him in such a way. However, to the adult, the question represented revered symbolic ritual and so had to be rendered.
Having been asked the expected questions, Stephen looked up at the man and answered with trained and indoctrinated precision.
“I am here, Grand Master, to beg to serve, as a slave, the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and his principal representative on Earth,” the boy replied, with apparent desperate entreaty evident in both his vocal tones and facial expression, “to do with as they see fit. My homage, dress and chains are symbolic of my desire accordingly to submit myself humbly in complete subjugation!”
“Where do you seek to serve, boy stranger?” the man next ritually asked. “On Earth and in Hell, Grand Master,” Stephen responded.
“Are you fully conversant with and prepared to accept all of the consequences of your plea if it is granted, boy stranger?” the man subsequently inquired. “Yes, Grand Master,” Stephen answered without hesitation, whilst actually amazingly truly knowing what were the frequently humiliating and excruciating and finally grave repercussions to which he was committing himself.
Stephen’s previous brainwashing and conditioning made the often distressing and ultimately solemn consequences seem nothing compared to gaining the honor of serving the great Lucifer and his earthly representative. He considered the inherent debasement and suffering to be thoroughly worthwhile in return for the immense privilege of becoming the satanic sect’s annual, particularly young, special slave boy.
“Then, if you perform homage again,” the Grand Master advised, “you will no longer be considered to be a boy stranger. You will instead be a familiar because I, on behalf of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, will accept you into service as his and my slave.”
“However, boy stranger,” the Grand Master informed, “be aware of the fact that, if you now pledge yourself to us in the prescribed manner, you will not be allowed to leave our earthly service for one year, after which you will be afforded a ceremonial choice to decide your subsequent future. You will then be able to select either the supreme honor and privilege of serving the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, in his own domain or the utter heretical disgrace of retreating from the true faith and returning to your former unworthy and sacrilegious life.”
“If you then choose the latter future, boy stranger,” the Grand Master continued, “you will lose the love and protection of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and of this Order, which practices the true faith. You will therefore ultimately be condemned to eternal damned oblivion!”
“Having been made aware of these facts, boy stranger,” the Grand Master added, “you may now confirm your desire to serve, as a slave, the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and me, to do with as we see fit, or not. If you choose the utter heretical disgrace of retracting to retreat from the true faith and return to your former unworthy and sacrilegious life, we shall not prevent you. We shall instead assist you!”
“After all, you will, boy stranger,” the Grand Master suggested in conclusion of the usual ritualistic preamble for occasions like this, “have proven yourself to be unworthy of the love and protection of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, and this Order, which practices the true faith. You will instead have proven that you are only good enough for ultimate condemnation to eternal damned oblivion!”
The Grand Master meant what he said. He was a true believer in his cult’s theology and ritual, and would have allowed Stephen to return to his former life if the boy had not now again performed homage.
Nevertheless, the Grand Master did not actually expect Stephen to retract now from his expressed intent. Such a happening had not only never occurred with any of the boy’s nine predecessors, despite the later disgrace exhibited by all but one of them, but also would represent unprecedented failure of his preconditioning.
The Grand Master now ceased speaking and stared at Stephen, daring and anticipating him to pay homage again and accept the resultant consequences for the next year. The boy did not disappoint expectations.
Once Stephen had regained his kneeling posture, after once more kissing the mouth of Baphomet, the very happy Grand Master advised “On behalf of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, I accept and welcome you, boy, into service as his and my slave. In celebration, I give you permission to recite our lord’s prayer!”
“Our father,” Stephen therefore obediently recited, “who was in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in hell. Give us this day our daily bread and don’t forgive us our trespasses, as we don’t forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us into temptation and deliver us to evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and ever. Amen!”
Stephen subsequently bent over again to kiss Baphomet’s mouth. The boy had received no command to do so from the Grand Master but he appreciated from his training that such reverent homage from him was expected amidst the continued ritual.
The Grand Master was particularly pleased to hear the perfect recitation emerging from Stephen’s rosy lips, spoken in angelically soprano tones. After all, the words, which would be highly blasphemous to followers of Jesus Christ, had been spoken by a boy who was the son of an Anglican Deacon, had himself apparently been devoutly religious and was named after the first Christian martyr.
The Grand Master was also pleased to note that the perfectly recited prayer, which would be immensely profane to devout Christians, of whom Stephen had seemingly originally been one, was clearly fresh evidence of the efficiency of the boy’s brainwashing. The man hoped that such mental conditioning, which would be maintained over the year ahead mainly through how the special young slave was treated and furtive infusion of mind-bending drugs, would produce the desired result at the very end for only the second time.
After briefly contemplating such matters, the Grand Master announced “On behalf of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer, I shall, neophyte, now summon all of the members of our true faith to witness your formal initiation into service as his and my slave. The ceremony will take place in one week!”
Turning to his secretary, who had respectfully not advanced into the audience chamber much beyond the now re-closed door, the Grand Master then commanded “Return the neophyte slave to his cell to await his formal initiation!” “Yes, Sir,” the other man replied before beginning to obey the order.
Stephen subsequently found himself once more lying in chains on the bed in his tiny basement cell, now eagerly and consequently rather impatiently waiting to change his status from neophyte to initiate and then to real slave boy of the lord of hell, the prince of darkness, the great Lucifer.
(To be continued)