Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2020 10:07:20 -0500 From: James Heuvelen Subject: Realm of Darkness--part 8 REALM OF DARKNESS PART 8 Disclaimer for Realm of Darkness: This story is purely fictional and involves ritualized sexual encounters between precocious teens and adults. If you are under eighteen years of age or you find the Satanic and even incestuous nature of this story disturbing, please leave now. The author welcomes helpful feed back and suggestions. To get important background for the Realm of Darkness series, please check out parts 1 and 2 of "My Eternal Damnation," also posted in Nifty. Be sure to donate generously: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html THE INCREDIBLE NIGHT WITH BAPHOMET Seth held a single black candle as he led us three into Grey's Satanic chamber. He lit two more candles that flanked a raised altar and illumined a statue of Baphomet, a chalice, knife, a goat skull and human skull. An image of Satan was etched into the wall, along with a variety of ancient demonic images that I'd seen in my research. A velvet cloth covered the altar and hung over its front side, embroidered in gold with various images of Baphomet. Seth left, and Grey entered. He was also dressed in a black cape and black jock strap. A Baphomet medallion with a heavy gold chain hung around his neck. He was all that I expected him to be and more. Mid-forties. Short-cropped black hair. Clean shaven. His voice was soft but full of power and irresistible seductive energy. He called each of us by name. "Carter, Drew, Logan, my novice brothers, Hail to you and hail to our dark Master Satan!" We replied, "Grey, Hail! Our sire in Satan and father in iniquity, hail to you and hail to our dark Master, Satan." "Seth let you taste the delights of the Essence. He reported on your trances with the coveted Essence. You were spellbound with Caligula, de Sade, and Judas while the essence took Seth to Vlad. Give honor glory to Satan's demon Beelzebub for facilitating your embodiment of depravity. "All power, glory, might and honor to Lord Satan," we replied. "Plus," he went on, "the revelation of Judas to Drew provided a superb picture of the Fly's incurable, irreversible Satanic corruption. The Cult of the Fly is now implanted so widely that the pope himself cannot hinder it or curtail it. And...none one of you showed remorse or disgust—and that is significant. I am pleased with all three of you. Affirm our dark quadrangle with the invocation Seth taught you." We joined hands with him and responded, "Hail Satan! Hail to Baphomet, tonight's Master! " "Tonight, you will journey, or, shall I say, we will all journey with Baphomet. Up to now, your individual encounters with Baphomet have been partial. You have remained yourself while Baphomet possessed only part of you. I know, even partial possession is beyond description, as with all demons. This time it will be total. Total possession is frequently a part of my worship with my long-time core brothers. I take another approach with gifted novices like you three. I am your guide, your teacher and mentor. Do you acquiesce to my role as guide? Say so. "We do!" we responded. "Your transformation tonight is one step toward your maturing into Satan's total, liberating and complete presence. I promise you that what happens tonight will be new and wonderful. If are frightened at any point or wish to pull back, trust that Satan is in control and just let go while I instruct you. Accept your roles fully as they are given to you." He removed his cape and his black jock. His penis was semi-hard and even in that state, it pulsated with the deep rhythmic waves of hell. Grey paused and said quietly, "We are ready to step into possession. Note carefully what I ask you to perform on me, so that you can repeat it. The invoking formulae will come to you from by direct revelation. Baphomet will enter me first. Then I will facilitate his entry into you three, one by one. You will assist. Look me in the eyes and give me a sign that you venture willingly into profound darkness." I nodded to allow permission. So did Logan and Drew. Grey laid down the altar. "The possession may now proceed. Let us Hail Satan!" "Hail Satan!" we responded. Grey placed himself on the altar and gave instructions. "You, Carter, circle my nipples and with each circling, say `Rouse and enter, Baphomet.' Keep doing it until I start to shake. Pause when that happens. Drew, open my legs and invoke Baphomet as you kiss, suck and tongue my crevasse. Suck the fluids that flow. Before you swallow, share it with Logan and Carter, and let them also consume. When I calm down, resume your ministrations." Grey held up his hands in total openness and repeated over and over, "Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet." Drew and I circle and kissed his nipples. Our tongues felt them arouse, then enlarge and stiffen. The air in the room grew thick, leaden, and charged. Grey's inhaled deeply and breathed in the demon's pure lustful energy, the demon's spirit and essence. Logan and I sensed incredible power flowing through our fingers and tongues and enter Grey's nipples. We opened our mouths to receive and swallow what Drew had taken from Grey's hole. Grey began to shudder. We halted the circling momentarily. "Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet," he implored. "Caress my penis, Logan, and invoke Baphomet into it," Logan now joined in the ritual. His long fingers danced on Grey's now stiff manhood. Logan became an avid and passionate player in the ceremony. His tongue gently touched the engorged cock head and encircled it slowly. New phrases swept into his mind, straining to be verbalized. Logan then called on Baphomet "Enter this throbbing phallus, Master Baphomet. Make it yours, Baphomet. Dwell in it and transform it into the servant of Satan. Hail Baphomet." Logan's language was pure Satanic poetry. His invocations were exactly focused and honed to channel Baphomet into Grey's through his cock slit. Logan and I looked over to Drew. Drew's tongue had grown longer as he fed. Drew inserted its hardness deep into Grey, then to lick and arouse the gates of Grey's demonic sphincter. Logan and I held our mouths open, and Drew spit on our tongues, sharing the molten malice oozing from Grey's cavity. Grey's eyes closed as the tremors ended. He slipped into an entranced state while we three worked on his nipples, penis and hole. He slowly charged with the demonic power that drove him deeper and deeper into total depravity. Time was in suspension. The fluid we tasted brought us into a trance-like, Satanic-infused Hades all our own. Our ache to join Grey was overpowering every other thought and feeling. The demon radiated further and further into Grey's body on the altar. Grey began to growl and hiss. He then breathed in deeply three times, held his breath and exhaled a dark mist. He then convulsed as his old self died and was replaced by Baphomet's living, dynamic, satanic being. The dark, wicked energy now owned his spirit completely. We stopped our sucking and touching. Grey opened his eyes. "Baphomet has my spirit, my soul and mind. Now the physical side has begun, my brothers. It cannot be halted," he said quietly with a voice now hollow and deep. He stood up. We were riveted at what came next. His fingers began to elongate. His nipples started to enlarge with pure, intoxicating Satanic fluid. Horns formed on his head and his skull reshaped goat-like. His penis was serpentine, cobra-like at first, then it morphed a long, hard human cock, with a huge well-defined mushroom head. This creature pumped blood into it, six rings formed around its shaft. Amid all the changes as Grey pupated from human to demon, I was transfixed by the altered penis and wanted it to impale me. We watched the transformation must have lasted five or ten minutes until it was complete., All fell silent. The sketches we'd once seen of Baphomet were now embodied in the being next to us. Then he spoke: "I am Baphomet. Worship me. Love me. Adore me. Become me." We bowed and kissed his feet and let our tongues move up his body until we could kiss him, one at a time. The demon-worship filled me with incredible elation. I had never felt closer to Satan. Grey's transformation inspired an incredible, deep love for Satan in me. He motioned to Logan. "Come, Logan! You are the next to transform." Logan walked up to him. Baphomet put his arms around him. The two kissed passionately, the ugly demon with the beautiful young black teen. Baphomet moved Logan's mouth down to his nipples. "Drink from each of these venomous vessels. Consume, and it will devour you." Logan obeyed. He sucked and ingested the elixir of transformation. The fluid flowed from both sides of his mouth when Logan reclined on the altar. Baphomet motioned to Drew and me to caress and lick him, to touch and taste his ass, his cock, his nipples and feel Logan's absorption into Baphomet. We both focused on Logan's cock and invoked Baphomet while we stroked and sucked it. We used the word he had used for Grey: "Enter Logan's throbbing phallus, Master Baphomet. Make it yours, Baphomet. Dwell in it and transform it the servant of Satan. Hail Baphomet." Logan was completely calm at times, then he'd shake and moan. Then he became still again. Baphomet kept on breathing deeply into Logan's lungs. Logan sucked this breath of chaos and darkness. He was enwombed in Baphomet's clasp and ready to be delivered as a monster. I desired the same altering and wanted to be next. Baphomet pulled back and let go, a sign that the process had begun and could not be stopped. "The spirit is his. Now my body. It has begun, my brothers," uttered Logan in the same deep, hollow voice. Drew and I witnessed his physical entry into a new world of evil. Drew and I moved aside, and witnessed Logan's alteration into a demon. Logan stood up. His cock was wet and glistening, his nipples and fingers, like Grey's, were growing. His face contorted as his skull became beast-like and horned. Again, it must have taken five or ten minutes until the process ended, and I could not take my eyes off his throbbing ringed cock. "I am Baphomet. Worship me. Love me. Adore me. Become me." One demon. Now two. He was now complete. His cock matched that of Baphomet-Grey, hard, irresistible, ringed. I wanted to be next, but both Baphomets motioned to Drew. I knew I would be the last to be transfigured. "Join us, Drew!" came now from two hollow demonic voices. "Become! Be born anew! Achieve eternity!" The energy flowing around Drew was doubled with the two Baphomets seeking to birth him. Drew stretched out on the altar, arms raised. "Invoke, Drew!" they demanded. "Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet. HAIL THE MIGHTY SATAN!" The two incarnate demons stood aside him. They put their nipples to his trembling mouth and invited him to feed. He swallowed the milk of pure wickedness. Like Logan, Drew convulsed then became calm. Moaned and growled then became silent. The two demons took turns breathing into him, taking away his earthly, mortal breath and giving him new, preternatural, Satanic breath. Convulsing and then becoming calm, once, twice, three, four times. He moaned and groaned, hissed and muttered. I did not have to be instructed on my role. I began caressing his penis, tonguing it, kissing it, tasting the droplets of pre-cum as Drew's state of possession increased. I felt my tongue grow hard and long so that I could probe deep into his tight teen hole and drink from it. I used Logan's precise formula over and over: "Enter Drew's throbbing phallus, Master Baphomet. Make it yours, Baphomet. Dwell in it and transform it to corrupt service to Satan. Hail Baphomet." And I added loudly, "HAIL THE MIGHTY SATAN!" Drew woke from his trance and stood up, repeating prelude to transformation. "The spirit is his. Now my body. It has begun, my brothers." He too ached for me to witness the physical transformation into a demon. I was beside myself with anticipation and arousal that this would soon be unfolding in me. Drew also stood up. His hands and nails started to elongate, his chest muscles swelled. I could barely resist licking his huge laden nipples and ringed demonic cock . His face too became goat-like, his teeth were sharp, horns emerged but they smaller than those on the other two Baphomets. Baphomet-Drew announced in new hollow voice, ""I am Baphomet. Worship me. Love me. Adore me. Become me." Then all three, "We are Baphomet. Worship us. Love us. Adore us. Become us." It was my turn. My desire to be them, to serve Satan with them knew no bounds. I wanted, craved, yearned for transformation. Time was suspended. I closed my eyes, and series of images flashed in my mind. Not just any images, but the intensity of every Satanic orgasm that I'd experienced beginning with Mike's vibrator. The visions ended with the time earlier on the bus with my brothers. I opened my eyes. Baphomet-Drew said, "Your next one, Carter, will be more powerful than all of them together." "Come now, Carter. It is your time. Invoke Baphomet. Become! Be born anew! Achieve eternity!" I started to invoke. "Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet...Come and take me, Baphomet." All three cupped their long hands around their nipples and motioned me to suck. I sucked from their engorged demon-nipples, first with Baphomet-Grey, Baphomet-Logan and Baphomet-Drew. The fluid burned my lips and throat, then my esophagus. Its hell-made chemistry opened all my senses. My nostrils flared, and I inhaled demonic pheromones. My hearing detected the vile thoughts and unbridled evil surging through the demons around me. My skin was alive with nerves that felt the power of Satanic touch that was sensually overwhelming. And my eyes? I saw all three in fantastic, microscopic detail, a strange and wonderful beauty in their ugliness. Dark energy snapped as my eyes met theirs. The first phase of feeding ended. My young body felt alive and darkly loved like never before. I laid down on the altar and raised my arms. "I am ready. Take me full, completely, totally. Hail Baphomet. Hail the Dark Lord, Master and Ruler of the Universe, SATAN." Baphomet-Grey placed his mouth on mine, his hot, powerful breath swept into my lungs. I felt two tongues on my raging penis and another tongue deftly teasing my hole. My entire former self shrunk as another power expanded in me. I did not resist it. I did not fear it. I didn't know which demons were at my nipples and at my hole. I could hear them invoking in their hollow voices, summoning the power into me—and the tongue in my ass had become a snake, writhing and twisting as it crept toward my surging gland. Convulsions started. They pulled back, only to start again when I was calm. With each convulsion, more of me dissolved. I was thinking as a demon. My bond with Satan was growing. My connection with the three was visceral. My thoughts were alive and seemed to reach over a thousand miles to connect with Mike. Convulsions and tremors built up and then subsided. Then calm. I awoke from my trance and stood up, repeating what the others had said "My spirit is his. Now my body. It has begun, my brothers." My fingernails and hands started to elongate. My chest expanded with muscles and bone. My new hands with curved nails caressed my newly enlarged nipples. I felt my former face fall in droplets as a new skull formed with goat-like horns and teeth. Baphomet-Logan and Baphomet-Drew touched my cock as it altered in length and grew the six rings. I was reborn. I was a demon. I was a sired son of Baphomet. My hollow voice revealed my new identity: "I am Baphomet." They responded, "You are one with us. Let us explore the depths together." We all stood and locked hands for a moment, transferred energy and lust. With that, Baphomet-Drew knelt and went down on me. His goat-tongue wrapped around my ringed cock. He swallowed it deep and his throat pulsated in waves of vibration around my member. At the same time that Baphomet-Grey went down on Baphomet-Logan. We two growled together in pleasure at the sensations. The two demons pulled back and stood up. It was time for me to taste Baphomet cock. "Taste us!" Baphomet-Grey invited me to go down on him, and Baphomet-Drew went down on Logan. My own tongue wrapped around the throbbing penis and my throat vibrated in deep, hellish rhythms.. My throat encased it and felt the rings surge with demon blood. Baphomet-Grey tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to stand, and Baphomet-Drew withdrew from Baphomet-Logan and also stood up. We locked our gnarled hands together. I desperately wanted to feel a ringed cock thrust deep in me. We all wanted it. Demonic union, raging, wanton, and frenzied. "I know," Baphomet-Grey said, "what we all want and crave now. But not yet." His hollow voice went on. "Fifty men are gathered in the Satanic adoration room below us. They are ours to have and use until dawn. They are ready to give their souls for our cocks. Let us now go and spawn deep in them the seed of Baphomet." Baphomet-Grey led the way. The orgy was waiting.