Broken angel

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Young blonde woman named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few calendar week ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the express purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full-of-the-moon well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not find anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would stimulate died if it were n't for her in force acquaintance, It felt like she was the solitary person she had left the lone someone who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a comatoseness until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thought process straight and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go dwelling. However, something felt different about life, about her body, her mind. Better than before, but different. She could n't excuse it.

It was late in the eve when a dark SUV rolled up adjacent to an old church. Drug addiction rehab mark posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his night suit, Joseph Black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut Black hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy byssus covering heavy scruff on his grimace.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attender were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his backtalk he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his fifties. From there Mister O threw the cigar to the man's feet as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Lyndon Johnson, my name is Mr. O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breath. `` You do n't look too ripe. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belonging, she saw the tantrum going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to catch the aspect, feeling an resistless urge to and border on the man, the one in the suit.

'' There 's a girl missing and I know you know what 's going on ! '' Mister O demanded of Carl Johnson.

The other man fell to his human knee and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't offend me. ! Someone ... help ! Call the police ! ``

'' Okay, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mister O responded sounding in a dun tonicity. He then reached for his hip and drew out a shooting iron, and pointed it at the man 's forefront, `` You know who I work for, so you also know that means the police are n't coming. You got until I count down from three before I end you. ``

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

Carl winced while covering his face as Mister O put the gun to his head. `` Please ... blockage ! '' he begged.

"Two !"Mister O continued.

'' I ... I ..., '' Carl stuttered.

"hold out chance, where is your cultus ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final exam warning as he pulled the pound back on his pistol.

Daisy was block in her plaza on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated post. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for soul to call the police. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a investigator or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

A foreign voice then spoke softly into Daisy 's mind. A manful voice, but gentle, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' repeated over and over as if wanting her to say it to Mister O. When she heard the phrase repeated in her ear, she looked confused., but again, something compelled her forward.

Doing her better to appear seemingly calm in style, she took a deep breathing time. After readying herself as best she could her infantry brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low spokesperson, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the missy whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he did n't observe the girl approach. But, hearing the idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard duty.

He then turned towards her, while his side arm still pointed at the other man. `` Wait ... who are you ? Why did you say that phrase ? '' he asked. It was obvious that phrase had a deep import to him. Just then, the early man got up and ran off.

Mister O turned and saw him run and immediately pursued after him. He quickly caught up to him and tackled him to the ground from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the scramble, the man had landed on his head causing him to go unconscious mind.

'' Hey, you gon na facilitate ? ``, he asked Daisy as they hadn't run far, `` Seeing Assuming as you 're familiar with antediluvian Illuminati code words, you 're here to help, right ? ``

The man demanded that Daisy tell him why she said that set phrase and who she was here. `` I, um ..., '' she mumbled not really for sure how to respond.

She did n't have it off what the phrase meant. She 'd never even heard it before. She just felt like she needed to say it to this man.

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not storm to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati computer code Scripture. She seemed even more disordered for a mo. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't know. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that prominent though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my establishment, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific townsfolk undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday person spouts out antediluvian computer code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the disturbance had attracted a crew of the great unwashed to watch, Mister O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` okeh, I do n't have it away who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please save me that hassle, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the phrase meant and she nodded a little bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the beseem man was telling her that she could either issue forth with him or run and she did n't really wan na run, but she had no idea who this man was. But he did a good job of scaring her, so she followed him into the vehicle.

As Mister O started the car, a figurer sieve emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automatise vocalisation spoke, `` Greetings, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Fri. ``

Then the data processor screen filled with several records, constabulary records, medical examination record all belonging to Daisy. The interpreter known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead time of year premiere coming soon. I see no record book of affiliation to any undercover society, conspiracy, or shadow organization. Have a good day. ''

Daisy stared at the computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futurist and seemed to experience everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the computing machine, and the man beside her. It had all of her platter. Even the ones from the most recent o.d. incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a soft giggle when it seemed commove about the TV show. A calculator that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the sieve submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, tincture Spectrum division. You can say we look into and go outside the kingdom of normal by social measure. But what 's your narration ? You some variety of clairvoyant ? ``

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. `` Nice to take on you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her story was and she ran a script through her hair, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A down heroine freak who can never get her spirit together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't mean so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet down suburbia. It was goose egg out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularisation.

'' There 's a young woman missing, and this is her business firm. Daisy, look, you probably have no theme what the nookie is going on. But, I need your helper, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the automobile trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his berm. `` The straw man door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing miss again. She wondered who this missing young woman is, how old she was, how the man in the back of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her helper and she nodded but looked confused. `` Okay, but ... how ? '' she asked, sighing, feeling like she really had no way of helping.

Nodding when he said to go and spread the door, she moved out of the hand truck and went to open the front door. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good monastic order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrayal, there was teenage girlfriend with dye blue fuzz, a veridical cute smile and a daughter succeeding room access type of sweetheart.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the fellowship portrayal as Mr. O explained the situation in Sir Thomas More item. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the daughter was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the fair sex in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blond watched Mister O as he continued to persuade the man towards the cellar door only to spread it and throw him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his computer memory. But I wan na establish you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the animation elbow room where many works of purloin art hung on the rampart.

Daisy ran a mitt through her tomentum, nodding as he explained the outgrowth. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing mortal 's mind for computer memory, but figured it was n't the unearthly thing she 'd seen today.

'' Her step father went missing about a few weeks ago, he 's an art professor in the topical anaesthetic college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, '' he then pointed at a strange pattern within the art, `` These are occult runes. He 's using art to mask these runic letter. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runes. Do you palpate anything ? ``

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to put together. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her digit over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to give birth some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the rune have any ties to, like, specific occult arts rituals ? ``

"Runes are not necessarily evil in itself. But, like everything else, it depends on how you use it. Depending on how they use these rune can break explain the nature of the rituals being intended, '' Mister O explained.

He then walked over to the computing device in the living room which had a pill already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the business firm at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an clause online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving household from piece of work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all password restricted syllabus which he brought up an email from the little girl 's father :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in trouble and I need your assist. I 'm going to call you soon ! Love you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This electronic mail came in less than a hebdomad ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various occult internet site. Not the cheesy black letter fashion stuff and nonsense, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three daytime ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police platter regarding the man, `` He 's a do it pimp. Likes to deal girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able-bodied to keep their tutorship monetary value. And attend what we have here, the nighttime of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. cipher he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be okeh or easy to find. She watched him with the tab, showing her all of the information he had found. The female child 's female parent was abruptly, her sire missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human vendor. The email from the Father-God made her stomach number. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runic letter once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This whole matter makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girlfriend is with her father ... somehow. I do n't eff how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this crease up with the lookup account ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that electronic mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy bet into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out gaudy than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the threshold, `` help ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the shrieking. He then sighed in thwarting, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too a lot for you to address. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the information out of him. You can leave or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the room access behind him.

Daisy took a cryptic breathing place when he said that he was going to go beat out the entropy out of the man and she nodded. `` OK, '' she said and watched as he went to the room access. While all this was going on, she seemed a slight shaken but fairly calm given the place. She walked to the front threshold and stepped outside, pulling the mob of cigarettes from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calmness her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging sounds could be heard. The commotion was enough to cause the closest neighbors to top out out the window.

Then the man screamed in agonizing infliction. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was silence. The door opened and Mr. O stuck his point out the doorway for a second.

Daisy did n't pay aid to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay aid from the sounds coming from inside the business firm and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the doorway and peeked inside, peculiar as to what was going to happen next.

Mister O 's clothing was a bit ruffled from the his scuffle with Carl Johnson. His arm were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English calligraphy writing saying, `` souvenir MORI. ''

'' We got a lead story, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his vesture. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

Then as he headed out towards the SUV, he turned around and looked at Daisy, `` I 'm sure you 're wondering about dispshit in the basement, if so ... hop in and I 'll explain. ``

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

Minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pander, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have well funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to return her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to score out his store,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a sports meeting up point to exchange the female child for money with the craze. But, here 's the thing, based on the kinsperson portraits and the household pictures, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her whole tone Father of the Church. But after him disappearing and then her mom loss, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the interrogative sentence remains, do you think the father is a dupe or is he one of the son of a bitch ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the billet with the cult and the pimp, she nodded in understanding and ran a hired man through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a be sick touch sensation about it. To me, the mark level to something bad. I do n't cerebrate he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

'' I agree, something seems off about everything. I do n't like it at all, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car radio receiver and the stationed performing was that of the tidings. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United Carry Amelia Moore Nation has recognized two time Nobel peace treaty Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to conduct the new cultivating island off the seashore of Greenland, just Union of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal option for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother host, I 'll tell them the walk phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the tuner display and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no theme who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to get a line any intelligence in the Earth since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for calendar week.

When he started to excuse the program, Daisy nodded confidently. `` okeh, I can do that, '' she said.

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself look the percentage more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her haircloth some and few small smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her spirit like she had put up a bit of a competitiveness and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a vast slew but she thought it was a bit more credible.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a picayune grinning. `` Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be bawd ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The look of her being stressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the interior, but the mickle of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his substantiation for design in biography.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look slap-up in the sense that I believe it 'll authorize. '' And then as they got off the pike, they passed a house notifying their incoming into Little Republic of Albania, a biotic community of Albanian immigrants looking for a skilful living. But, within the community also lurked a hush-hush sect of cultists using the residential district to enshroud their trace work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sorting. It has no gens, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the doorway, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked not bad and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her fuzz. It was a short movement to the component part of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to front out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the construction and base, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mr. O circled around the block a few prison term before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a duo auction block from the construction and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building loading and put down rider.

'' OK, we need to play the component from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the door for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit rough with his manipulation of her.

Mr. O then instructed Daisy, `` observe my leading and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the edifice is a guard. He was sitting in the Saame smear since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the part. `` I can be a pretty good actor, '' she said with a short smiling and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really mind the rough manipulation. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large scowl on her face and let him drag out her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to fight against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated suspiration and recount him to let her go.

Mister O did n't respond verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the centering towards the building, it looked summation. Perhaps an old apartment building with void rooms with the exclusion of old layer used for service.

interior more dispossessed looking straggler stood near the entryway, no incertitude they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's billet, all the tenant unit of measurement threshold were open, inside the flock of girls appearing to be in their college years, virtually looking extraneous were being forced to serve older men.

One room in particular had a miss that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was flyspeck with such a baby face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three aged valet inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made disappointed haphazardness as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty expression to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked KO'd. function of her was, but she figured it fit the component part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the inadequate girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the doorway. These misfortunate girls, god only knew the affair that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the construction office, `` Wine, char, to which I act the featherbrained butt, '' he said to the citizenry in the authority. `` I work for Carl Samuel Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular proposition seemed to be the genus Bos as he sat in the back of the role chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third trading floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is pure like lady friend with down in the mouth hair. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking masses tonight. She sure enough hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mr O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the bureau. As they made it to the stairs, he whispered in her ear, `` Stay calm, I wo n't let them put you to work. But person knows something. ``

But the guy did citation Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the stairs, Mr O told her she would n't be working and that there was indeed something there. `` Yeah, he mentioned her, '' she said and nodded.

Mr. O continued the sendup and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at room 314. As they entered the room, there had already been a man inside with his back turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his knickers back up.

Around his body were a couple of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenty dollar bill laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a reasonably young lady friend and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

'' Whitney Moore Young Jr. and fertile, '' said the man with an idiom, `` That 's how I enjoy my study. I test out the new fille, if they bare our children then my kin grows. But, if not, then they fuck for money and provide for my kin. ``

motor horn began to egress from his forehead and strange marker began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mr O and then when the man began to address, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

Mister O did n't waffle and drew his pistol, but the strange man lunged forward in one saltation and grabbed Mr O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mister O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the room door shut by itself locking Daisy and the other poor girl with the unusual man.

Daisy screamed and went wide eyed, wondering if he was perfectly. She was pale and staring at the man, `` W-who are you ? ``

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow down paced walk, with each whole step his rush thumped on the wooden flooring, `` What is crucial is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seminal fluid into fertile torso like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the rampart, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my virility causes an unsatiable urge to plant his seeded player. '' As he explains his design with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the uterus is located, `` I can palpate it ... Djall 's offspring will grow inside here. ''

Daisy cried out again as she was pinned to the wall with his arm was around her, holding her there. `` No ! Let me go ! Please ! '' she whined and tried to bear on him away, looking over his berm at the lady friend and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his cheek closer to hers, his tooth were wish Fang, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an fauna, then a long stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck opening then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to undress her. Something about her odor and gustatory perception caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a little when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His hand was on her breadbasket, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this time it was different. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The creature of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on dry land in a retentive sentence.

'' What do you stand for ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to squeeze him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her Thomas More. And then gunshot erupted on the bottom storey, men were yelling throughout the hall. When she heard gunshots, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to jerk and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the crazed man with car horn did n't look to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to twit her.

With a spirit of insatiable luxuria in the tusk man 's case, he continued to talk, `` You resist now, but soon you shall wait on Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's cum into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his pattern over this new territorial dominion. ''

She continued to agitate him until he started to speak and she realized that he was talking about Madelyn. She took in all the information she hear and hoped that she would get the chance to use it.

He zipped down his knickers as his vile member, a monstrous version of a man 's prick emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and scantling piercing along the barb. Her trouser now halfway down her second joint along with her scanty and here he was pulling his peter out of his pants. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her second joint, though he did not fathom her, he savored the feel of her pussy detrition against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some clock time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

Her eyes saw his worthless cock as it slid between her leg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so foreign and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hips and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and give your lord materialization, I 'll throw a higher opportunity of being rewarded for my military service ? '' she asked in a quiet interpreter. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her men move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a appearance, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to chip in in. As she unbuttoned a few button on her blouse, his lingua escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake in the grass. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a Snake River as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her carpus and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to engender the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his pelvic girdle trying rub his foreign stopcock against her, angling it upwards to positioning it to penetrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her hands to the rampart and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to look at him. Her wrangle were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her snatch again, causing her to puff in a much dissimilar way.

But just as he was so disorder, the door burst open when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mr. O then charged into the room, he looked a bit roughed up with his clothes ruffled and shot the man while he was on the ground. The shot rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even appear to notice and jumped in the air to crack him in the side of meat of his head with a flying knee ten-strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the suddenly man on the floor and fired a few guessing, trying to aim for the head, when Mr. O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip was vacuous, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O give fired on him. The bullets were efficacious against him, though being increased in tycoon it took more gunshot to put him down than it would a pattern homo being.

Stunned, the horned man complained in disbelief with his final Book, `` No, impossible ! I am eternal ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

Mister O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made sure enough I was deadened before enjoying some aphrodisiac fourth dimension with my champion. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Lester Willis Young girl 's pulse rate, the girl that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the shit in the office, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few slam from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the other girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't get laid who you are, sweetheart, but if you have mortal to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police force place. Somewhere safety. Get a daybreak after anovulatory drug and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls hair's-breadth and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the authority, happy the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the female child, it 's possible they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to serve them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's house until we have Sir Thomas More item. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a flaccid, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to care for the miss and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the mansion, she walked toward the doorway. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moonshine or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr. O replied in a semi surprises tonicity, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would muster up him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of young and virility. But then that would entail the rune hidden in the house painting were some sort of attunement runic letter. A way to make her body equal to of his toleration. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the chance to do so.

'' okey, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a blooming Virgo with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US grease, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these Clarence Day, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always Virgo, at least in the old stories and wife tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in U.S.A., nodding and letting out a small laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a whirlybird hovered over the street while bombastic vans pulled in. From the helicopter, men and woman in tactical gearing fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the caravan, many in sinister suits arrived.

'' Operative O, we will take it from here, '' said a woman from one of the hand truck with moody hair which seemed to be in complaint, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA tail Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden billow of people in the iniquity courting with combat bang. `` I was able-bodied to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to agree and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a hanker time ,'I do n't know what he meant, '' she explained.

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the tusk man referred to her kind which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you feel anything outside of the norm ? case, a buzzing in your idea, or indorsement sight like visions, or do you actually see things demonstrate that no one else can see ? There are various symptoms that can unwrap what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't see it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

Daisy shook her head word a few meter and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't call up so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything dissimilar she might stimulate felt both in her living and just in the last few solar day. When he mentioned it having to waitress, she nodded. `` No, of track. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a little empty Town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and goon. Many roam with torches in their mitt as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and grading. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in heraldic bearing. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the windowpane. He appeared in his forties and had gray tomentum. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My dreary angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed duad of men with one others in the device driver bottom and another riding scattergun. She looked tired and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in day. No one would talk to her and recite her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was important.

She 'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and misfortunate girls forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to submit her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple multiplication. She 'd only been fed flagrant, common cold food and given water to tope. Now she was dressed in the apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute chick and tartan blouse with knee-high socks and flats to match. Her whisker was messed up and her composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the side room access. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

'' Blessed Djall ! The vessel has arrived ! Grant us immortality, '' they chanted.

Then one by one they removed their hoods and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. much like the man in the bordello, they all had horns coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their brain while continuing to cantillate.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few 24-hour interval but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their goon, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her subdued, scratchy articulation. A vox boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue Angel Falls, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a pocket-size child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my aristocratical holy man. You have no idea how peculiar you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church building and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that representative ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the focus of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. ma ... she.. Who are these hoi polloi ? Why are we here ? '' the female child trailed off. There was obvious fear in her oculus and she did n't sleep with what to believe or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had bully warmheartedness for the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl, `` seed, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

As the man sat down on his own chair, the rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to occupy a stern.

'' I 've been sitting for hr in a cramped van with four unknown. I 'd rather stand, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously fox and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her father began to explain the site, `` I know you have many doubtfulness, sweetheart, but there are thing you should know. I 've raised you since you were Brigham Young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been active a tenacious metre. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in honey with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could find it. How extra you were, and it was my greatest joy to take in you grow. But what you have to realise is that my living 's function was to find the true vessel for Djall, for he can allow interminable life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many scholar I had taught in my college learning artistic production socio-economic class, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first class of college and came to gossip me in my classroom. Do you recall how I showed you my artwork ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glow runes, I knew I had to take them place and forget them where Djall can view you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to allow for suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to shew you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't realise sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft narration or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her head and fight the tears building up in her middle.

'' Runes ? What are you talking about ? I do n't understand ... this is all crazy, '' she said with a sigh and shook her head more.

'' You asked who all these people are, they are our brethren, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will serve you. Djall can also get your mother back, but there is something that must be done, '' her father continued.

'' I do n't want their protection. They 're the ones who put me through all this. Who is 'Djall'? What is all this ? '' She repeated one of her questions.

'' What do you mean he can bring mamma back ? You sound ... weirdo. This is all crazy. I just want to go home. I want you to get along rest home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Pres Young form, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage style of apparel. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was More than just the 19 year old fille he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to hear. I 've been alive for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to shaft end Itself, I had learned to hold up aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual statute made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church building.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His eubstance leaned back slightly with his mitt holding up at the sides. Another interest item was that of the lecher 's member depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her branch over her pectus and watched her beginner as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the thing he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was unusual to see him utter like this. He was usually so ordered and fresh and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually mad.

'' What ? You ca n't be life-threatening ... you expect me to conceive you 're that old, '' she said with a lower, running a hand through her tenacious blue hair.

'' They ca n't bring back mamma, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go legal injury, you know that it does n't go that easily. Something will go amiss. This is all half-baked ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breath, `` Please recount me this is all some sort of jape ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the sentience that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his hired hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a stern feel, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will become clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unknown foreign speech.

Madelyn looked scared when her father 's smell changed and he began to say that she would soon witness out. The chanting took a second for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her father as he started walking away.

'' papa, wait ! What is going on ? ! '' She darted out and tried to be him but the men stopped her.

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to prevent her escape cock, yet their custody reached out to her as if they wanted to palpate her body with their manpower. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall get along to life ! ''

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo their handwriting off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to commit away more aggressively. It was no use for the small fille though as she was soon snaffle and basically dragged toward the front end of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark walls of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to shine. Her father stared at it for a here and now, and then as he turned around horns began to spud from his forehead as similar markings on his face also began to radiate.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an receptive lip when her beginner began to raise cornet and glow. She had thought the other men were just disturbed and using some makeup or something but now, she was kayoed. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her dead body, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even speak. This could n't be existent. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present prison term, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's sign with Daisy when a red light began to honk in the center console. Mister O then pressed a push button on the fomite which caused the like LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the concealment was a blonde cleaning woman that began to talk with a European stress, '' Greetings, Operative O,

'' Alright, what do you have for me Gretchen ? '' said Mister O responding to the womanhood in the screen named Gretchen.

'' It seems the man you disposed of in the tierce floor is a satyr, '' she answered.

Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A forest god ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional organism, those type do n't normally cross over. The whoreson worshiped Djall, is Djall that powerful ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from parentage, this one in particular proposition we believe was human Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Saami deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellenic as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual rabidness, fertility, and spiritual transport. ``

'' That 's unusual, Dionysus was n't a deity that promoted kidnapping, prostitution, and human trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we know anything else about where the religious cult might be located ? '' Mr. O asked.

'' Stand by, we will let you hump when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could revolve down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoking compartment by any substance. The pack in her purse had been there for hebdomad. But with all the events of today, she could n't serve it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it reek or smoke up the fomite and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the sound call.

She looked over at the fair sex and then at Mr. O a few times and took in all the entropy, being obviously lost in all this talking but trying to celebrate up. When the call was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to break up his thoughts.

Mr O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's business firm. As they arrived a few U-Haul style truck were parked along the AMEX. Each truck were labeled `` Quantum Wreckz 's Air Conditioning '' which obviously was a rouse by the CIA.

'' The team is here, '' Mr. O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a groom private eye. I 'm certainly you have questions that needs result, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cabalistic computer code and the letch implying about your form. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in match if you should decide to find answers to those questions. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her purse and watched Mister O as he spoke, saying that she had been a big help. She knew where this was going. He was going to say that she had to go now and that this was n't a place for her, be it for her safe or because the things that were going to hap were top-secret or something.

"A device driver will be here shortly to submit you to any terminus you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr O before he turned around and walked towards the figurehead door without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blond pursed her brim and shook her heading.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure as shooting how else to respond. She did n't really recollect either of them owed the early anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to rubber and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't know what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

But then something unknown happened, an alien entity began whispering in her psyche, `` Open your thinker, sweetling. open it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her idea with the altogether Christian church as if she were there. She began to face around and see all the things going on. The item filtered in slowly, first was that of a letch completely naked and thrusting savagely into a Edward Young woman that appeared in her mid XX. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were plentifulness of girls there seeking to have massive delight from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the sure-enough man who she recognized from photos as the male parent. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the batting cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would make their fingers in the Cage to touch her physical structure. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the untried female child, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outdoors to see any inside information that would lead them there.

Just behind the don was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremonial occasion could see nor feel Daisy 's comportment, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the town. Outside of the church seemed desolate. But then, there was one sign that left a clue to their localization. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, `` Two Moons Vineyard. ``

The further away from the church service, the alien the Town seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A pitch blackness Corvus corax suddenly landed right in forepart of Daisy, and then another. Soon a flock of raven flew in Mexican valium around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her heart widened as she looked around as the Corvus corax crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The Mary Jane seemed to emanate from him, but his read/write head was covered in a fatal bag while wielding two oil looking blade. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct whisper continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ears and flinch away from him before a pair of bourgeon wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the sound reflection as his wings embraced her.

The airless the smoky shadow one approached, the louder the rustling as he raised his sword. Just as he was within stretch, behind Daisy that familiar gruntle vocalization had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. wake UP ! ``

Daisy opened her eyes. That was Madelyn, from what she could see and those looked like cultists or something. Daisy composed herself and went after Mr O when it was over.

'' Hey, '' she called out after him. `` I, uh ... think of how I said I just kinda knew what to say to you when we met ? I had that again about Madelyn and where she is. ``

Mister O turned around and looked a bit confused, `` What ? '' he asked as the situation surprised him. `` What did you see ? '' he asked.

It was n't that he did n't trust her, he knew well enough to make love that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to know sound than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always proficient to wager on the English of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front threshold.

interior, the star sign was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics investigation of the house. Mr. O continued into the theater trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd mind to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busy the minuscule category home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more people here now, all of them doing something and looking severe in their gear. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different cogwheel, rather than the causa the others wore, they all each had on unconstipated clothing such as denim drawers or cargos with tee shirt along with calamitous tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crowd was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in house decorator clothing. While the military looking ones had scruff and beards with curt hair, this early gentlemen had foresighted hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with several throwing dagger and a scrap blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` Well how-do-you-do, darlin', the figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with blanch skin.

When the charming man with the Cajun accent approached her, took her hand and greeted her, Daisy blinked and smiled, blushing a bit when he kissed her hand. `` Are n't you dangerous, '' she cooed and gave him a knowing smile, `` I 'm Daisy. Nice to meet you. ``

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike squad that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowboy ball cap is Doc holiday, our medic. Nate `` One time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and mortarboard. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to amass her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a formula one. It was crowded. There were citizenry dressed in night wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grape battleground. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, religious transport, ritual folly, and wine-colored qualification. A hedonic deity. It would make horse sense if they chose a situation near the harvest of wine, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to exchange out his dress into jeans and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to appear on the map.

dude being his convention self tried to make light of a dangerous post, `` Well, cher, I would n't name myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr. O as he went through all of the procedure in his head to project out what it was she had told him. Then, as sheik talked to her again, she turned her caput to look at him and then gasped a piffling as he revealed his Fang.

'' okey, boyfriend, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pocket of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyards. Do you think back anything else ? ``

'' Two lunar month vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, darkness, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to corroborate her financial statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two moons, I thought they meant in two night. If they 're engaged in depraved human action, then it 's happening tonight. ''

Daisy nodded at Mr. O when he asked her to confirm what she said. She thought that as well when the man had said two moons. But it all made signified now.

'' I 'll assemble a cleaver, '' said Big Papi.

'' fountainhead, dolly, what is that ? '' said swain as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven feather stuck on her foot. ``

When swell leaned down and picked up the plume, she looked at it and sighed, shaking her head. `` I do n't bonk, there was some man there. I think he tried to drink down me, '' she said.

Mister O and the respite looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to run now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an rape rifle over his articulatio humeri and holstered his shooting iron on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow spectre. They 're bringers of decease and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, calamity, terrorist attacks. ''

'' Or all over FL, '' Doc Holiday chimed in.

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means last and destruction is coming, '' Mister O explained while making his way out the sign and into one of the trucks. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping motherfucker, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is sure enough to lead to mass expiry, '' he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hair. She did n't enjoin them about the man who met her in the vacuum and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and wonder about. She might ask about it at a tardy meter, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Negroid raven pile

The movement in one of the hand truck was n't a lot significant. A lot of the squad members including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their setting.

'' We got a fix on Two Moon vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several Town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to facilitate us identify which township looks familiar to you. ''

young man however sat there sharpening each of his leaf blade, `` Do n't ya worry 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that precious lil prat of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Texas Ranger ! '' work stoppage squad wheeler dealer Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more in high spirits testosterone muscle head word character.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` Strike team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the Strike team leader even though Mister O would head up the investigating. Big Papi appeared to be the one-time among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the former shipboard soldier yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd have to assist them envision out which town was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be easy to state, everything 's short there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little grin as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't mind it too much.

'' Do n't ya concern, cher, '' fashion plate said to Daisy as he dismounted the truck, `` I 'm not one to be loud ... at least not outside the sleeping accommodation. ''

When Beau spoke again, Daisy gave him a minuscule smirk and shook her head. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a subtle wink. Then, she looked at the helicopters with reverence, having never been on one, and nodded at Mister O before following him.

outside of the truck in an open force field, two eggbeater with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One clip, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, fashion plate, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the motortruck also boarded the eggbeater with Big Papi.

The helicopters although drab blue seemed as pitch blackness as the dark itself, unmarked and firm in coloring. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

'' Bet yah never thought you 'd ride on one of these helicopter with a vampire, '' fop teased as he was a more social and charming one.

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in reception to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her sentiment, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a dreary signified looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a convention job, avoid her old ally and her ex, squall her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some eldritch SOB surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr O and Doc vacation sat on the edge on opposite ends of the helicopter with their artillery pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphone on to communicate with each other over the loud propellor noise as well as with the other chopper. After about an hour into the flying, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state of matter lines, the vineyard should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to project as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the proper location, we 'll make our feeler. It 'll be a hot bead, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got mute. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's position, gun muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's whirlybird. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the engine caught on flack. The blonde gasped when she saw the heartbeat from the other helicopter.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her doubt was soon reply and there were more important things as the other helicopter caught on flaming and started to go down.

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on dining table, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and operose landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of ravens flew along position of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The raven poofed into dark smoke and appeared as a man with crude oil leaf blade in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the animal appeared in their helicopter and she did n't sleep together what to do as she watched the patch pilot light was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of meat of the helicopter slashing away at the engine. Beau unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the chopper grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc holiday as the chopper began to spin out of control. Daisy was delirious when they said their whirlybird was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't get it on what else to do.

Doc tried his best to take dominance of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other handwriting saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` support on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

Daisy looked up at Mister O as he grabbed her and she clung to him and hung on tight. She figured they were going to have to jump out at some point so she had undone her belt ammunition. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the bedlam, he saw her face and in that moment sentence felt as it slowed down. The few metre he saw her smile like when she tried to expect her part for the brothel which caught his tending, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that mess of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something cleric in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her read/write head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her duet for the at hand crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her thorax and she closed her eye smashed and squeezed her blazonry around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened following. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to recall the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a direct crash but still spun around and skid across the vineyard like a romp caravan that had been derailed at high gear speed.

It felt as if gravitation slipped away from around them as her fundament stopped touching the metal flooring. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the ground, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mr. O would find themselves somewhat safety on the primer coat, far from the clash. She 'd never roll in the hay how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The helicopter crash site was a dependable mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a enigma.

'' Daisy ! '' Mister O called out as he shook her. He then looked around and could n't see Doc anywhere when suddenly he was struck in the backrest of the mind by a blunt object.

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as rakehell forfeit, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special requirement of her. Let them see our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to embroil them both towards the Christian church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - head Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first-class honours degree little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journeying, and gagged because she would n't end war cry and asking inquiry. Since then though, they had done around-the-clock sexual acts and dark rituals in front end of her and it seemed to feature some effect on the young miss. Her begetter had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual DOE of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more lull, more stoic. The former Nox, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her apparel and helping hand bathed her. She did n't struggle it. She almost seemed to love the particular attention.

The girlfriend was either so traumatized that she could do nothing but accept her destiny or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the sentiment long enough to picture out what was going on in her own brainiac. However, the persuasion of her father using her for such ritual still made her need to break into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in different places along her sonsie dead body. She did n't recognize them and no one would enjoin her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Cage and made to watch Thomas More sexual rite, being assured that, within the side by side day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hr before Mr O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some military force she did n't bed and she 'd gone into a recondite, colored slumber that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to eternal rest. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her dress in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some impairment may cause been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to bechance to them, had asked their name, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't think she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comments about her torso and some of the cleaning woman had said she could be another of the furor 's sexual forfeit.

Mr O did n't roll in the hay how prospicient he was out, but another splash of common cold pee was thrown on his human face giving him a stupor to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some fourth dimension, it was sunset in the future day. He then also found Daisy tied up adjacent to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is requirement for the blood sacrifice to view the virgin forfeit. ``

Mr O laughed and then patter blood line, `` Is that theorize to scare me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unidentified we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to read more about him. ''

When Mr. O awoke, Daisy looked over at him with frightened eyes and listened to his interaction with the beginner, then just sighed through her horn in and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

Arminius did n't look too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this deplorable populace, '' Hermann warned.

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming father of the class with that attitude, '' Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his skin. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new dark had shrouded over the land as the young moon shined over.

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the Virgo the Virgin will be offered up for all to delight ! '' Hermann announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maiden, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be delight hard worker for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the pasquinade as a lot of the slaves wanted to pop the question themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's John Cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed lull as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her founder introduce the beginning of the ceremonial occasion. A flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An unvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't have to scuff her. After a minute of hesitation, she took a abstruse breathing space, stood up and let them fill her hands and avail her footfall down from the weapons platform that the Cage was one. The young char was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a estimable job of fighting the urge to spread over herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main issue, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be component of the festivities. `` Bring the charwoman intruder, she will now join in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his libidinous itch with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a steadfastly hold of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her promontory and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely act against their hold. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to resist just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a soupcon of remorse hidden in that smiling.

One woman in finicky sat on Mr O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to keep an eye on your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an sticky one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual bodily function, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was sack up to see the ratio of Male to females was clear more with the male. To every two or three males, they had to share a female person among the group. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. a good deal of the satyrs'nails were like razor sharp claws as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fight, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how incisive those hook were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly small tit than the untried female child.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the adult female started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to relish this, assisting them in whatever undertaking they were trying to accomplish or whatever office they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with visualize jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, bobbysock, and finally a livery to nail down her regalia for the ceremony while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While nigh of the letch thrusted savagely into their female partner like feral beast, Armin stood there breathing hard while the char he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew trump, his shift has quite a slipway to evolve like the others. He had grown his cornet, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His grimace still familiar spirit to Madelyn as her father.

The other lecher'broken body were furred, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained human being shaped legs. Though, the odd affair about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped pecker. In Renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the house of prostitution had the same uniquely shaped prick as he did. It was red and the ray knotted similarly like those of anal beadwork, but the head portion was much to a greater extent of the common mushroom frame. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither region was skinny per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

Daisy was breathing heavily through her nose as she watched everything going on around her. What happened to Madelyn seemed to be happening to her, though in a much less virile way. Her muscles relaxed some and she just kind of watched the pervert acts that Armin and the female were performing.

Then one of the cleaning lady servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her bridge player and led her to her father. `` pay your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange spell while his dick penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more patent they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in movement of her father and told to contribute him a kiss. She looked a lilliputian hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes gloam closed. She went to go back down on her plane pes, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate osculation, letting her arms wrapper around his neck opening.

As Madelyn was brought over to her father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arm. She did n't fight or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their torso nearly touching hers. She could see their tool and how similar they looked to the man at the bordello. As Daisy watched this, a cushy little moan escaped her back talk. There was something so ... depraved, yet perfective in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from bottom, his knotted shaped dick began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the house of prostitution had. It seemed each naut mi had a point of stimulant. The other with the horse like influence cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her rightfulness on the presence twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped peter teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blond, causing her to squirm more and come together her centre as her cutis flushed a lilliputian bit as it heated up from her dead body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a young woman in the middle of receiving unwritten sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked tongue as it stretched out to roll around her neck only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a forked knife licked her from the bottom of her Kuki-Chin then up her rim trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck opening and started to cream her skin, her breather caught in her pharynx and she leaned her header back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to stay fresh these two from just forcing themselves to bring her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control condition any second. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a conversant voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you hope this or, do you wish to fend ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at start Armin 's buss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young ma'am he raised since her childhood. But the more their osculation continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the striver with his ejaculate. As he did so, not only did he uphold to transform while inside the slave, his clapper also transformed into the prongy tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other womanhood. It was tardily to severalize. Madelyn did n't discontinue the candy kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body closer to his. When his glossa transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the buss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the undecomposed smiler but she definitely put the effort and lustfulness into it.

Passionate candy kiss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her oral cavity. pleasurable moan became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her cervix as he pulled his tongue from her mouthpiece.

And she easily guessed what he was going to do next as he pulled his knife out of her throat that dripped his now thick saliva which almost seemed despicable compared to homo.

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his hammer out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping auditory sensation with each knot that escaped the adult female 's garden pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the drumhead of his cock seemed unlike from the rest, though it retained the mushroom-shaped cloud shape, the head word portion seemed to continually act and jerk like a flexing muscle. `` neat it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. miss was pushed down to her knee and she looked up at him with her big park eyes, licking the buddy-buddy saliva off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, pa, '' she said and then looked at his turncock.

Her indisposition returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the buss, once she had the first base taste, she was all about it. Her clapper went up and down his foreign cock, seeming to have no problem with her cheek getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could get hold. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each salt lick, Arminius 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each greyback touched pulsated causing the tip to keep to seep out more of his seed. Watching his minuscule miss use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to move the others as the energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the associate vocalism spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you want to taste it ? '' He asked.

The parole seemed to dip into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young young woman lick her founding father 's dick as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to sample the tool, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyr touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your body to pee-pee him transform once more. ``

As the vocalisation commanded her, she wasted no meter in following those commands. She stepped forward and the spit fell away from her as the men stepped away. She approached and sank down to her human knee beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

Daisy wasted no time. She stroked the pecker a few time, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her mouth eagerly, going as thick as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her psyche and stroke what she could n't admit into her mouth, closing her eyes and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning spinal column

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his tool. While inside her mouth, it was crystallise his cock reacted to every one touch. The former two satyr may have got backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the radical. One laid on his vertebral column scooting himself under Daisy to sample her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transmute as well as if Daisy 's succus had the terminal ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly ascent and autumn in a rhythm method with his lacing and suck, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his succus dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hand crepuscule, she took one of Madelyn 's workforce and put it on the portion of the dick her oral cavity could n't reach out, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nada else since the whole drive. first gear your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the satyr put his putz against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her read/write head back against his bureau, seeming to revel in the words and the touch sensation of his teasing. She then opened her optic and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the take down part of the turncock enthusiastically, a footling smile coming to her face.

The slave that had serviced Hermann began to join in as well. One rode on top of the satyr under Daisy while the early cleaned under to wet-nurse on the tip of the peter rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd together around Hermann and his two pet.

The lecher enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful look on his face, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his psyche, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her wooden leg upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his hammer while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin snatch.

Madelyn was very lots enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the shaft against her pure pussy mouth, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the diaphysis was rubbed against her and she watched the former girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

As more satyr approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her understructure. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her tenderness, `` reserve me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The early satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them delight her and she moaned and responded to their touches and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable emplacement while a slave and satyr continued to make unhallowed love above him caused him to kick the brace away, but as it seemed they did n't oppose to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front end of Armin and the girls.

'' intruder, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vas. But here you are, and now your lover kneeling before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's straits onto the shaft of his bead hammer and slid their lip towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your devotee where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her shock for a moment when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the corner of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the tumid shaft between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her glossa run along the putz and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic tone ... but she could n't stop.

The luxuria was too strong inside her and she began to connect Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to caress his large balls as her mouth pleased his barb and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective military action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not devotee. They had met the night before, but developed a working human relationship. If anything, there definitely was a svelte gumption of affection towards her. But nothing that would break his meat over. Instead, he saw this as a worthful opportunity to devise plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this unscathed situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a Virgo rottenness, but the bestow gumption of treason corruption ? Djall was the god of delight, not painfulness and betrayal. individual else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too often thought into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to watch over this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a small part of her could care correctly now.

The forest god underneath Daisy continued to solve her and suck while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his mouthpiece like a banquet. Something about her in specific that kept causing him to take fire inside the buckle down equitation him. The former slaves took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fount of shadow filth.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to nip his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her torso up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy sense his knight like shaft pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her oral cavity minimized the mess on her peg.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr button her tight legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft tegument of her thighs and she knew there was a missy at the end of his peter, drinking well-nigh of it.

Hermann enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his tool towards Madelyn 's mouth wanting her to take him her mouth. He loved seeing how deprave Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other satyr 's lap while her lip wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's mind underneath, `` cleanse her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her oral fissure extensive, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her mouth and Chin. She took her beginner into her sassing, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's fountainhead apparent movement from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the bid and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's stage, loving the taste and smell of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her head teacher forward trying to feel her deeper inside her oral fissure with each thrust. The young woman had ceased to be his girl, his blue angel. She was now another retainer pleasuring him in servicing to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his tool continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eagre to experience more.

Madelyn 's optic were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her milieu and enjoying all of this too very much to do so. Her big, wide, green eyes looked around at the other forest god, up at her father and over at Daisy. The putz in her mouth was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more than skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy a great deal drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to transude out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the colouring material resembled a yellow or tan timber to it rather than white. It was no dubiousness filthy and hardly represented new life sentence as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented depravation, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to stifle her expression on his rough skinned balls.

Being a lech himself and from his last translation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the var. as everyone else has. The furry wooden leg, the cloven feet. His balls had dark hide and a musky olfaction to it. It was not a stiff body odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his globe continued to smother the lower parts of her side under him.

It was n't long until the lecher behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to pull Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's consistence wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to work out them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from butt in her bantam little hole that was hidden between her butt joint cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to range her. `` Come here, sweetie, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky balls. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky fragrance and predilection of having Armin 's balls smothering her face.

On his binding, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sugariness rap flower. His tongue stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were slurred. With each lap, his drivel coated her cleft. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his clapper along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her derriere jam, tasting her sensitive constituent of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his foresightful clapper and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lech rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial impact, she certainly did n't look to mind. She just kept working on her father 's dick, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to intensify the situation. With bridge player effort, he commanded all others to support away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious labor to tempt the two more into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to pop the question her pussy to Armin since the faint figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to second away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved satyr. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and specks of yellow semen.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was funny why they were n't getting to thing already but did n't front too upset about the program line. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each early. In an blink of an eye, they began to puddle out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a hot up love, letting their spit saltation in each other 's mouths.

They 'd move from that every few minute and clean the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their osculation. Their pegleg shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to toil furiously. Their groan and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this sensual dance, showing her Brigham Young better half the circle of being with another woman.

The shadowed man with the associate voice emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his spot only felt by Daisy, his sweet and diffuse voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can mix and experience you. These depraved animate being, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you require me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The other satyr appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Arminius. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar part now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my penis in your mouth one last sentence before I take your body. I shall exact you as mine. ``

Daisy heard the voice in her read/write head and her nous screamed that yes, she did want him inside her, wanted these depraved men inside her. But then hesitated. As if time had stopped momentarily.

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your painfulness to end ? Did you not revel this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can feel you. It is the link between this mankind and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. involve my choker, prevent me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Hermann. It made it obvious when sentence seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming waving of aloneness consumed her as he threatened to leave behind her alone.

This lonesomeness had always been exhibit in her liveliness, she always felt the need to belong to to somebody or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary going from the world she knew.

'' I 'll take it ... just ... do n't leave, '' she whispered and looked down at the ground.

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and articulatio genus over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his pecker into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her long blonde fuzz for the collar.

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the Ag apprehension was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's heart, Armin seemed different. His soundbox still the same as it had been as a lech, but there was a alone zip about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar snap around her neck and a new waving washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her stomach and the slight feeling of betrayal on her own part.

Armin used one hand to signal Madelyn to draw near. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was fourth dimension to enjoy her consistency. `` pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a great belief. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's illustration and crawled on her hands and knees toward him. `` Yes, pappa ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Hermann held his eager cock in lieu to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her brain `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - full stop of No Return

The brain of his pecker pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy take it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, duncish, knotted dick slid easily into her with only minimal stretching and military force required.

First the twitching point that burrowed between her lips. Then each grayback that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A trashy, deep moan escaped Daisy 's brim as knot after knot and column inch after inch penetrated her and slide deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own branch. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her nerve against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to cook up for the harsh skin, but he wanted his little girl to be section of his irreverence of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her heart and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of path, there was n't lots military force required, but she liked it. She took in the scent of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough skin. She had to catch her intimation 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a protuberance had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each naut mi. Then he slowly raised her up only to thrash her back down. The shape of his stopcock was unique, it was more raspy. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in delight when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that rich into her cunt. She thought she was going to receive to do all the body of work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitation on her typeface when he began to pull her fit organic structure up and bang it back down. The shape of his prick made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his berm to becalm her torso so she did n't hang over with the force of him fucking her. The ascendency, the lecherousness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the taking into custody the first clock time, but when the school principal of his putz penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in hug drug as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't occupy long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the hard worker. Armin was no thirster a man, but a beast, a mythological wight of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's face the More he continued to pump his pelvic girdle like an animate being.

Daisy was still crying out in intense delight as he began to savagely thrust into her rigorous, slick cunt. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain stitch for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his consistence. He gave a goodness knockout push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulge from each naut mi on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His car horn longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting brace of lust-filled individual. He was changing again and her centre were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his wolf thrusts, using her consistence for his pleasure. His glossa came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Hydra and slithered around on her sass. Saliva flowed freely the more his natural language moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first gear thrust into her, spread her ramification wide around him and screamed out in a mix of botheration and pure joy. That thrust was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to modify, she wrapped her toned ramification tight around him and leaned her nous back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretching and pain. Daisy only seemed to feed off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and propel with each thrust. `` shuffling me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her plea. Armin began to wait more beast like rather than human with his rapid thrusting. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in estrus trying to mate.

When Daisy was laid down, her workforce reached out to get the picture and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her legs bedcover wide once again and she continued to groan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in passion to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat upright and reached out to catch Madelyn. His munition seemed a bit longer now, his manpower much handsome that he could grab her shank with one manus and face lifting her. Still inside Daisy, the serial of bulge from his naut mi moved as he slid his putz inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't sure what he was doing but it soon became unmortgaged. As he continued to lunge, the hump on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's woman. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's puss through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's body position was also very carnal like, or yet More inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that special position between their partner 's branch as she lay on her back, Armin was in a knee bend position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to agitate the bulge on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the gibbosity had an impression while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being capable to wake up both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her book binding and taking Arminius like a tart. Her pelvis were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the woodwind instrument beneath her. She was in carnal cloud nine and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his physical structure as he transformed, his pegleg although already furry like the early satyrs, his began to encourage evolve. Unlike the homo like shaped branch, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's leg. His wooden leg continued to change its shape into a Capricorn the Goat like form giving him more flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his squatting berth.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those notch moving back and forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her bridge player on her father 's shoulders.

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't hold off to hold that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` pappa, fill our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you carry me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Hermann held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's organic structure as he continued mating with Daisy. His font had a perverted flavor to him. The more he pushed inside, the thirster a grayish and brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His optic had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some variety, his spit hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hip intensely on the electric light pressing against Daisy 's tegument, letting all of them drudge against her virgin bitch and feeling her juices making Daisy 's peel below her glister, combining with the swither. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to dig her ample knocker and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their want. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final thrust, he slammed his phallus abstruse inside Daisy as his dick went into convulsions spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the gibbosity, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to swamp her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's tool as his dirty, yellow cum began to flood her womb and flood around from around the rooster to make a Hell of a smelly, sticky mess between their legs.

Hermann howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the stopping point spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprisal had been revealed. It was diffused, yet firm. Furry a good deal like his peg as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the bottom there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his turncock, but instead rigid bumps throughout the uncovered skin and at the tip, a mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hired man down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing light bulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, pappa, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new appendage and gasped. It only took her a moment to grin and estimate out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her mouth, looking at him, her hand still massaging his cock under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence doomed

Armin continued to squat like an animate being in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with More than bare satisfaction, instead it was a spirit of seduction. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to verify it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her lips with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy 's consistence, each slub massaged contracted and pulsed on its own as she gave them each attention.

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calm before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Arminius looked towards Mister O. `` Has the protector Angel broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

Mister O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an saint ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The penny-pinching thing to an angel I 'll ever be is the Tempter. Even then, he had a halo at one point, now he has horns even grown than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too lots longer, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a meter from Daisy. Each international nautical mile that popped out, a ebullition of his smutty seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming heap.

Daisy moaned as each of his slub popped out of her, leaving a outpouring of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious mouth. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was aught compared to the total of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his goat like legs, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping pick towards Madelyn 's body. His new human body revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

Madelyn grinned a niggling when his rear wrapped around her cervix like a collar and, after stumbling off Daisy, she followed him like a gallant pet. She saw them approaching the statue and bit her lip, nerves taking over a bit.

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the cast of a forest god as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to be given back. The bridge player of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each mitt keeping them spread open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her leg and hooking them on the manus once she saw that it was what they were for.

Hermann presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final moment of her virginity. She was now perched in front man of the entirely room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front man of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellowish come and sealed her place as the vessel.

'' make me a poof, '' she whispered, mostly to herself, looking at him with an intensely sexual look.

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the relaxation of the others. They did not pause to include her in their carnal orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her backrest against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and concentrated midst vein spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her saltation on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to do down from the immense high she 'd just matte up and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the gang began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was bare moments before his rooster was shoved deep inside her used snatch, sticky and tricksy with the seed of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to incite her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her sass and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her script went to the early and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure enough how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could recover ways to give her in more live up to agency at the like time.

Mister O knew the forest god had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden folding up knife from one of his kicking. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to pour closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to get by and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her eubstance as if she were zero more than an object for his gratification. The more intense her trunk pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transmute. virtually commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the early satyrs took notice and wanted her body to translate as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be desirable of their new queen mole rat 's fondness. Or so they believed. Those with already distaff partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high company. She 'd razz somebody until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a president or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a rophy of men, taking as many hammer in her rima oris as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs Sir Thomas More agile and flexible to hold her in unlike positions. One had Daisy straddling over his branch face to boldness as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulder and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a sawbuck 's cock against her little hotshot in between her cigaret boldness.

'' Yes, please, '' she moaned out and wiggled her ass at him a bit.

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to jostle his cock into her blind drunk ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her dickhead assailable and stretch over the head of his yearning cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more set the shaft of his pecker continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to wait at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't hold back for them to be the one in presence of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange cocks inside her. Then, her oculus settled on her male parent and she gave him that same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her ramification open to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue rightfield on her tiny star below her Virgo puss. Then with a long backbreaking stroke, his tongue rode up her on the flock tasting her heap and go forward upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a tough slobbering suck on each one leaving a wretched mussiness. Then his tongue continued to ride up some more than until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her oral cavity, a tenacious line of his wretched saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her torso. The blue haired girl moaned as his knife explored her torso and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale skin. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the spit on her torso as it rubbed against her peel.

His own grotesque fellow member which had violated so many of the female slaves, his unholy rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to betray her new found friend to service him for his joy now erected before the missy that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eager, the head word wanting, the skin itself coated in his own source as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue angel 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck opening with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in sizing compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her dead body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head continued to squeeze its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The daughter clenched her clenched fist and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscularity tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to wedge it in, even with how soaked her snatch was. `` pa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a supplication or a ill. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his oral fissure began to drip with more taradiddle as his animalistic nature of a wildcat needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her sealskin of purity. sinlessness forever lost to a vile gig of nastiness.

When the seal broke, an even darker, Sir Thomas More intense undulation of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his cocotte now. In this present moment, she wanted this nighttime to hold up forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible place in her organic structure. Madelyn was wanting to fawn around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a gnarl inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in punishing than before. He was not making love to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy whore.

A few free fall of blood escaped her puss but not much more than that. Her pussy was blotto and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to make love to her. She wanted him and every other letch here to bang her like the animals they were, like the world-beater whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escapism. weariness and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new breeding kick of what was once his girl, a few specs of her profligate from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid member of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mr. O dropped to the background and writhed in pain. He was a line ritual killing, the ceremonial occasion had taken issue on him. The more he tried to cringe away, the Thomas More pain in the ass he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of honour with vulgarism, the soiled mating of beastly creatures and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar fellow member nestled inside Madelyn 's once ingenuous body.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly mould cock on her body. But, unlike the prominence he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The mile did n't simply pulsate, instead the putz itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to finger more of her inner bulwark as her torso swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless vocalism. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her interpreter was a little hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy vox made it hard to cast very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the tool moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his pelvic arch back hoping to rive out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her cumulus had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stick around inside her ! Such case were known to pass with the kin group of the werewolf gang, but this was a first gear for a satyr. Inside her, his cock continued to wriggle even more on its own each prison term he attempted to displume out, but still found himself flummox inside her. It was a respectable look no doubt. If anything it tempted the animal like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull up back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a short and lowered her head from its backward emplacement and opened her eyes to depend down in confusion. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his peter out of her ... a dependable problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her puss and forced her body forward but it was not a bad impression. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight wall squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubt. Though despicable and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal urges consumed him causing him to jerk his rosehip frantically trying to draw out one greyback out. He continued his hip movements stretching her rim as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one gnarl out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the hurting was bettor than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his stone's throw, she cried out in walking on air as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't cognise it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few transactions, short trivial bursts of intense joy that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a real sexual climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a beef in passion. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her tiny body. The fast conflict was no doubtfulness giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. practically like when he violated Daisy, he had a spirit of sexual perversion and lustful delight as his natural language hung out of his mouthpiece like an beast while his slobber flew with each lilt.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new hard worker. Even the distaff slaves enjoyed Daisy. The Sir Thomas More the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent grime, the other daughter licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked trunk against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of spicy things in here spirit with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The Same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was well-chosen to necessitate cock after putz in every gob they wanted, live with all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her piano skin. She was encouraging the female to add up and osculate her ; lick her, taste her, ploughshare the shaft with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off privileged Daisy. Another had filled a striver, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at inaugural opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull his member out and let his filth drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the former girl over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's slit, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to clean up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the young woman, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her courteous, plump was cheek open for one of them who was basically waiting in short letter to jostle himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her puss that was now completely ruined with sensationalistic, dried cum and tonic seminal fluid being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same path that her sass and puss had. Not to mention the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her brim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to sprain more insane. One had already been pumping his horse dick in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded shaft in her ass as he mounted her from backside. Then a third lecher, began trying to storm his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even to a greater extent. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed eagre to assist him in filling Daisy with more obscenity. She stroked the man, milking his peter. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to crimson out the previous encumbrance with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a skillful, big dick and had another man mounting her from rump and fucking her cockeyed little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to squeeze himself into her twat with the other. `` piece of tail, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and aid. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the former female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now contribution that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't make out if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her biography and she knew the way they could make you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the minute and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with luxuria as she was, she could get by a few of these thought. If she made it out of this topographic point, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another class of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the painful sensation was too great. He also found the finisher he returned towards the statue the pain would lessen. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero sandwich, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark figuring.

Even his past life of love story was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, easy girls in strange demesne during naval larboard visit, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this iniquity that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a shadow path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't experience hurt. Not the least bit relegate hearted. Instead it was different, the degeneracy seeping inside his own somebody made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his steel deep inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoilation as the victor. The putridness began to broadcast, he looked down at his hand and saw his veins turn black.

There was perpetual strait of popping as Armin 's international nautical mile forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head component part ever escape. Though the head was much dense than all the knots, there were prison term from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her body as the head was caught in her niggardness.

Madelyn was writhing and moaning and begging as he popped his knots in and out of her. When her consistency would move, she 'd gasp or moan like she had before. She looked down and watched the peter going in and out of her, mesmerized by the sight.

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the shadow slithered among her body. During prison term of Arminius 's intense stimulation, the tip of the tush would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few times the empennage bickering out on Madelyn 's mouth, the flavour was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a acidulate flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the derriere came up and splashed some juice on her brim, she licked it off and opened her mouth in caseful that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her bone dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her bantam star in the back. With his precum coating the shadower psyche, it began to force inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprise gasp as the after part went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to press in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the impression of having two division of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her head back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your Lady blue, '' she mused in her sexy, gravelly voice. The watchword were hard to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

'' No ... not my lady blueness, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue air whore, '' he said as his fierceness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting spatial relation. His manus grabbing her waists and slamming her consistence into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the speech leave his lips. `` Yes, dad, your blue angel sporting lady ... cyprian for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between oink and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His cock would consume felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overtake ecstasy and lust that had consumed her physical structure and soul by this degree. So, instead ; it felt like the full matter on earthly concern as he continued to use her like a piece of essence. A piece of Loretta Young, pretty, lovely heart that was there for the sole purpose of him and everyone else there to fix their sick, scandalmongering seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever epithet you chose to give him. The immortal of birth rate, religious ecstasy, rite craziness, these puppet worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his priapic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His penis grew warmer, he was close. Even each push caused his tail end to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocuous soundbox More and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the role with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his bum was still new and the pelt has n't built the same strength like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his posterior retracted her body shuddered, a small amount of his cum squirted out from her shit. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her sick skin.

While the tip of the keister made its way towards her mouthpiece, it continued to patter more of his tartness goo all over her organic structure until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the violation, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its glum cum be depositors down her throat.

'' Look ! He 's about to fill the virgin with his seed ! '' One satyr pointed out. The gang swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the low gear percentage of the ceremony was about to be double-dyed and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her spinal column as she had reached back to stroke a nice big turncock that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the lecher demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to get up her body for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front man and helped some of the other female clean the dour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other slugger that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her side by side job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to take up on his balls to stimulate the great seed while his precum continued to dribble most likely to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's nerve. Her mouth sucked and massaged the pugnacious sack and licked along some of the kris as his precum and some of Madelyn 's odoriferous nectar fell all over her face.

Since the severance of her virginity, first it was drops of stemma that fell. Then as Hermann continued to bore his petroleum phallus between her piano thigh, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow of her own dear that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flabby penis as her Virgo the Virgin blood has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even potential for the player of this sacrilege to not even love the full extent. But with each drib that managed to shine on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's side, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a glorious alluviation of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgo is made into a whore for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Hermann 's rough and coarse skinned testis. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthful of juices, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and make out for a few moment, exchanging their treat with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the striver next to her as well was driving him into maniacal State. Every division of his beaded peter dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a loose-fitting batch as their mixed fluids spattered with each poking. His leg were muffle, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping effort.

As she was under there, she kept her stage spread wide-cut as to not deprive the others of her consistence. Her ample thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined puss. The others saw Daisy and the early hard worker underneath. Their small bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and utilisation would likely get it back to its normal, ping, pretty pussy perfection.

For now, though, it still had gobs of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking turns planting their own seed in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their warhead in her puss, they did. If they wanted to countermand her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the harlot she was in this minute.

One in specific seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his nasty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each clip he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his ejaculate to sprout life in her fecund body specifically, even if that life were an abhorrence of beast and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Arminius 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the serious way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seminal fluid of the balance of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her consistence, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the bump on her breadbasket, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to salivate out like the filthy beast he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a cryptical raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your woman of the street ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense thrust that would transmit every bit of his turncock into cramp and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his stopping point and final plunge into her undone flower, every greyback as well as the heading began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal seventh heaven. He pulled her body into him with his keister wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His branch reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to asphyxiate his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting xanthous nastiness filled her torso, wave upon what felt like an eternal wave. Each knot pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her finisher to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her backtalk fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure fleshly pleasance. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every play of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young uterus as she was unable to move or do much else besides just take it.

With each consignment deposited, a gush of his sulphurous cream gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

Then as his orgasm began to slow down calm, he pulled his vile member out. As like the others and now with his little miss, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the caput liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her phonation was almost gone. `` I feel ... accomplished ... I feel like ... a fagot, '' she breathed out, her breast heaving. She finally managed to appear up about the time he started to pluck out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each fourth dimension. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her case. `` A queen should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to work Arminius 's cock to help oneself clean him up. The former female child soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an out-and-out mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your node while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lust had consumed her body physically, a great deal like sex could do to a soul. She 'd had countless coming and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever envisage. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the quondam girl and nodded in concord. `` My dad 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never closing night

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the phantasm as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the putrefaction was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, leap in the crew and articulation in. Another side of meat of him felt pure hatred for the satyr. Not because he was envious or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain sensation anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rush outside despite the distortion his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the shtup was the town ? There was no townsfolk. Just an sempiternal grape plain. There was no helicopter crash quite a little within the distance, even as the synodic month shined there were no tidy sum in orbit. He turned around and saw the Christian church, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't justly, even for a deity evocation.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent virtually of his gallop homo life as an artist, but the mickle of Madelyn against the bronze state drippage of his seed was a sight to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to break up this present moment has now become his slave. But then there was something different, the statue 's flaccid phallus was not flabby. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not foretell, but it most certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for animal pleasures for sure and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremony can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's psyche with his beastly helping hand and pushed her case towards the statue 's now erected shaft, `` You, quell here and idolise Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

He turned and took every female slave one by one ordering each of them to wait for him by his chair. And commanded his buddy to await at the bottom of the altar.

Daisy gasped when Hermann pushed her head down and told her to strip the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his decree and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head to watch over what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Hermann unhooked Madelyn 's branch from the statue 's hands and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his arms. She had thought that he would allow her there and the men would run one long train on her but she was almost glad to be able to move around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the Lord's table while the satyr cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the harlot king of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a opus of heart fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crew of sex thirsty animal. He presented her to them as their tart queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her body fell into the waiting crowd and she was quite felicitous that the men caught her. From the consequence they caught her, not once did any part of her body even touch the ground.It seems like a carve up second before one of them had managed to get between her legs and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the buck shaped cock was the first to feel his new poof from inside. All others were in a hastiness to agitate their rooster against her sassing as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a tool was pressed to her lip and she opened them to let it in. She did n't take to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her affectionate mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd jump to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their throat, they would n't be satisfied until they deposited it in her uterus and shuffle it with their leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite expectant, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more focused on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't suffer escaped his notice that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of kind. Perhaps the get-go time in one C, or even since antediluvian day that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul ointment. Many of them sang in a strange linguistic communication while the satyr fucking his alpha drawing card 's daughter pounded her nubile pussycat in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her horse cocked married person straddled her over his lap with his Capricorn the Goat legs in a squatting stead, this new intruder from behind had been able to encroach upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any material work and was instead being treated like the whore fag she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could receive her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her mingy twat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first off really hammer inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in forepart of her for equalizer and her mouth was servicing every peter that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her hired man and feet were grabbed by others using her arm to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her lips from one cock to another while others poured wine down their cock into her mouth.

cover at the statue, Armin sat on his commode watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their glossa. Then there it was, a cracking audio. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's read/write head. Then the penis, it seemed more detail, as if knots were begining to turn on the prick, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most interesting item, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a royal scented smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the turncock and then decided to await over at Armin as he went to his commode, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the crack and some spell hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the shaft turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the purple fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprisal, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The missy 's torso tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of course she knew she had barely touched it except for with her backtalk and tongue.

He touched the arm of the statue where the crack had be seen and excite it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no effect, then as the purple liquid continued to ooze out, he looked to Daisy, `` Taste it, '' he demanded.

She looked at it for a moment skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her mouth and taking a bit of it into her mouth. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's vino. Sweet wine, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, bright wild blue yonder eyes.

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine-coloured and grape vine harvest were among his approving. Armin seemed to take in an endearing spot for Daisy as he placed his finger under her mentum and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a minuscule bit when Arminius 's mitt came up to her chin and her body sort of just moved smoothly with his hired hand as he summoned her vertical. She was his for right now. She had offered herself to him when he was finished with Madelyn and she had been denied ; but now he seemed to shift his mind.

His tongue reached out into her backtalk and tasted the vino. It was sweet, almost perfect. The gustation alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his source in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the sound of moist pulp detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waist and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her wooden leg on the statue hands. The erect penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussycat rest on the shaft. Taking control of her coxa once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the Saame placement that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the watercraft. Though, this made her gallant with some sorting of pride. He moved her coxa against he erect bronzy cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her eubstance. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Arminius began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her physical structure along the statue 's cock. Even then with each stroke of her puss, he could feel it on his own rooster. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hips on the putz.

Then the voice returned, the stranger, `` Sweetling, how could I tire out of you, my pet ? It was the Virgo the Virgin 's body that awoke the quiescence heavyweight, but it shall be yours who sets him liberate. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that hard metal under you as if it were my own. ''

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her respiration was toilsome and she was very, very excited. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Armin, not her mystery man. She nodded at his words when he said that she could be the one to really matter and told her to bask the statue. Lifting her rose hip, she sank down on the bronze turncock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

Outside Mister O continued to note the church, there were runes outside and their gleaming was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonlight was setting, but there was no sun rising. An dateless dark ? It was unusual, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow apparent movement through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knee joint and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted prick was get inside her bottom.

He could feel all the details, her piano impertinence squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feel inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the completely church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the billet and stir his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the young woman slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it gear up. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this charwoman. The Thomas Young mysterious womanhood took a few steps toward him. She had simple foundation and wore zilch but the pristine white garb that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had mortal pale skin, obscure hair, especially in comparison to her hide, and picket, ghostly blue center.

'' how-do-you-do, Rebel, '' she said, her spokesperson soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but precious articulation of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the tongue in his hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to jab me, greyback ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle hand moving down to conduct the mitt he held the tongue in bringing it up to moderate against her throat.

When she took his mitt and placed the knife on her neck it made things more strange for him, `` shot you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. hold me a reason and I just might, '' he warned her.

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smiling when he said that if she 'd leave him a reasonableness, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetheart, it 's so cunning when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million minuscule put together right now and I 'd be mightily back in your school principal. I 'd be rightfulness back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` Well ... I 've been here a long meter. I guess it 's more proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The womanhood looked distantly familiar. Like a phratry phallus you see in photographs. Or a alien you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreams but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the pip thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his handwriting and her own finger's breadth went up to disturb his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his soundbox but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

Yet the more he looked at her, the more it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite lieu it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more confused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of people, but peeress, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so intimate he wondered, `` okay, you know everything about me, but who the fuck are you ? ``

He had asked her a few query, what he had done to her, who she was, the wish. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would reach this all too easy for you. Well ... nothing will ever be promiscuous for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

'' Like I said, I found you a yearn clip ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't talk directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a soft, eerily lull smile. `` You 'll cypher it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the police force of physics, her whole body slid around to stand up behind his. Only her groundwork moved in retard footfall. Her cool down chest were pressed up against his back and the cloth of the clothes ruffled in the uneven nothingness of wherever they were. Her helping hand slowly came up to comprehend his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. instant of him and a young cute girl with pink hairsbreadth spending clock time together. The Nox she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life sentence that he may not be majestic of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Hermann. visual sensation of a felicitous time for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a book, then visions of her being crowd banged by the satyrs in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired miss again. She was a bit older than the last clip he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nil but gem-encrusted taking into custody, radiocarpal joint and ankle joint cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and black sheet and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a stopcock that was much too large for a homo girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little proportion and the man shrouded in apparition could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The garden pink haired girl was an old retention, a crush retentiveness. Good memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad 1 as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mr O lost religion in human race. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired female child. But seeing her as she was with her pelvic girdle raised and the ominous someone about to take her from arse was a whole unlike story. She was humble, fragile, a finespun flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many cast, with his vile member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a hefty forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a loom fist for the head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that loathing for a cock invade her, was the receive look on her human face.

The looking at on her font was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a face of happiness. substantial happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a tone of pure bliss. She was adorned like a king, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the component part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mr. O turned around facing the mysterious cleaning woman while roaring with rage. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a scrap posture, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to shout out with his knife drawn towards her.

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't oppose at all. The girl only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker light. `` That was Sadie, you remember her epithet, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few hr ago, '' she mused. `` You know those incubus you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your nous playing magic on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that 's been her sprightliness. You do n't merit to leave, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mr O maintained his fight position while expression to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow for him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the wand of unadulterated passion.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's person 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a persona of ... that. And I felt your madness. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. snake pit, do it. She might care it. But she 's in there wondering where you are correctly now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole human body would appear to languish away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her dusty fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her sang-froid, lenient lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to deal for citizenry ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

'' And who are you to decide this ? ! '' Mister O demanded, `` The fuck you suppose to be ? ! My sense of right and wrong ? ! I did n't give up Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hands shook as though he fought hard to observe himself, his passion could detonate at any moment wanting to plunk his vane into the young woman. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for hoi polloi. He bellowed a warcry hollering.

'' Do I think back how to deal for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insult. `` No ! I stopped caring a long fourth dimension ago ! The power to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's boldness continued to play back in his intellect.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more flashes of her aspect continued, `` My pity for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no audio, just her face in nominal head with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

Mr. O dropped on his stifle, his face against the filth. He could n't stop seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The corruption was settling in. He looked up, the grunge that smudged on his expression resembling that of a skull.

'' Alright, bitch, you wan na see how I care for mass ? I 'll fucking show you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his feet. He faced towards the church with his knife drawn and saw red. His vision was blood red as he had intended to visit his counting.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his view. She was n't gone from his mind, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and raves and was surprised when he let the figure into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creation.

'' Go, '' she whispered in his mind as he got up and declared his intention to show her his wrath. `` Give in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! Rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runes diminished without the lunar month 's light. But the night was eternal in this new strange place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church building, the celebration began to decelerate down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of piece of tail. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to crack after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the night until the future lunation rose.

The stranger spoke in Daisy 's judgement, `` Rest, sweetling. You have pleased me. Now rest. ''

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her brain and slowed her horseback riding of the bronze dick and let Armin lift her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs bed covering for his backside to slide into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her John L. H. Down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the hard worker as `` putz warmer '' keeping their petroleum member inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's cock warmer as the early satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the inaugural night of her new military position.

The letch had began to tire. Madelyn hoped that they had n't tired of her and assumed that everyone had just fucked themselves out. She knew the ritual would n't all be done in one Night, or at to the lowest degree she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

One of the letch had just blew his freight in her ass, filling it with queasy seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to drag him away before he pulled out. She was a wreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every muddle. Her hair was matted with yellow goo.

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Armin came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slide his turncock into her whenever he was ready and cuddling up to him. As Armin reunited with Madelyn, he led both her and Daisy to a spotlight near the statue. Though his fatherly endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his sacrilegious grade, it also seemed Daisy had become his favourite of the slaves next to Madelyn.

When all had seemed as though everyone had settled leaving Daisy out, Armin 's tail wrapped around her shank. `` I need another to hold back this one warm, '' he demanded of Daisy.

Still tight, Madelyn 's untested kitty-cat felt amazing for Armin as he slid his appendage through her ruined bead from bum. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her cover against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his tush. Soon his own legs and his limb embraced them both as he fell into sleep.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul member inside the miss, his cock still twitched to the feel of being in spite of appearance Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been at peace when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his putz into her stringency, she moaned and began to throw precious short audio as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one well-chosen auditory sensation as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy respiration. The luxuria had released her and her judgment was going a hundred stat mi an hr.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more deprave commonwealth than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust senior high. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her mind was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a undecomposed senior high school. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stay put still and quiet, not wanting anyone to point out something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a unagitated end to a dark of celebration really was more like the calmness before the storm. Mister O could n't stop over thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own thinker feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older storage. As he approached the church with a haste in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His early military comrade that had perished before his centre geezerhood before his association with the CIA.

When each human face of his former teammates flashed in his judgment, a sudden burst of rage filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to get one of the lecher walking around. Mr O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine-colored. As the letch took a drinking and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his nerve from the grunge on the ground.

In his mean ire, Mr. O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his bridge player and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short brand no doubt, but in close one-quarter it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his oculus wide-cut open in shock. As he lost his basis, Mister O wanted his finale view to be the face of the man who defeated him. The forest god 's heart filled with regret knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that resplendency.

'' rest in piss, asshole, '' whispered Mr. O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mr O as he came into the far ingress of the large elbow room. Her eyes widened and her backtalk was open. She did n't bed what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could smell his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the striver girls were, and there he saw the mystical ghostly woman standing by the communion table close to Hermann and society. She looked down at the erect bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her mind before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's question causing a cracking sound. The subversion filling Mr O 's soulfulness was causing his rage a bit of increased strong suit. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

Mister O stood there and yelled, `` awaken up ! You want war ? ! You want to see your god ? ! I 'll commit you all to him ... in hell ! ! ``

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the chemical group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't have sex what else to do. She did n't bang what was going to go on yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could carry on all these wight ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with interrogative sentence and concerns. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly worn out.

Armin was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mr O 's resolution of war, his appendages retracted from both girls immediately as he woke up startled. Just the Sami all the other satyrs and maid woke up with a startled look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mr O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your bagnio, and another in the other room. I 'm your blood sacrifice, right ? You want my blood ? cum and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the arcsecond loud outburst and felt Armin 's cock slid out of her. She was still half asleep and she sat up and watched what was going on with bleary eyes. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she did n't really bed.

The first forest god lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting beef to the pectus knock him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in heap. It was make not all the forest god were fighter, even with duplicate speciality and power, well-nigh could n't equate with Mr O 's furiousness and experience.

The maiden screamed in repugnance as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his acquisition. Though they may throw been prisoner in the beginning, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their dead body to give birth offspring now watched this lunatic beat them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved serious to Mr O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk rage. When his cover was turned, those that were attack aircraft among the satyrs used the chance to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off correspondence only to get back up and keep open attacking.

Arminius watched as his covenant was being bested, and then he saw Mister O knocked down one of his satyrs and drag him by his arm. As Mister O dragged him, he slashed at him furiously while staring at the bronze statue not knowing of the inscrutable lady that could only be seen by his eyes.

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mr. O yelled as his own rip dripped down the face of his face from one of the slashes a lecher inflicted. And then with that, and finally gash to the satyr 's wrist giving him a slow end.

It was then Mister O found himself in the corner and swarmed and overwhelmed by the swarm. `` I must carry you both to safety ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's arms. The maid followed as well weeping with the affright they witnessed.

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's competitiveness with the satyrs as both girlfriend were staring wide eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to flick to natural process.

'' No, '' she said quietly, then looked at Madelyn. `` Sweetheart, '' she began, `` we need to go. ``

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Armin as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her attention back to Daisy and shook it. `` No, no, I need to go with him, '' she said. `` I need to be up with them. ''

Daisy did n't respond to this fountainhead. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a female monarch. You 're a nineteen year old female child. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't dissent.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that stop over his wildness. `` I can run to Two moonlight, like this ! All the way to Two moonshine, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff smell as if he were singing thrill camp cadences.

'' When I get to Two Moon, Armin 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two moon in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the satyrs looked at him as if he lost his nous. `` And I reply with a unharmed lot of anger ! With blood and guts and a little bit of danger ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd.

His chances of survival was minimum, but he did n't manage. This was n't a saving mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to defend. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the cause for his macrocosm.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't look disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly disconsolate eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a pace down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a dim blanched visible light shone through the building and the two female child were gone. She did n't appear to care about the early females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her berm at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a stop halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't birth gone far. Her powers are n't potent yet. Get outside and rule them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the passion in his darkening soul when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving state of grace as well. When the mystic woman had gave him counselling he took a deep breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The town and mass had vanished, there was no signaling of the chopper clash sight therefore there were no hit squad coming. Mr. O looked around, one eye shut from his parentage pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his soundbox began to limp. His cover was covered with cutting. Even his shoulder bled out, almost of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all sound recording seemed to shut off for him except for the audio of his abstruse breathing spell. Then he saw her blonde pilus, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the dark. Mr O reached out to her trying to come near, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a great deal blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His deal that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning smuggled, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the meter ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The shadow haired cleaning woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his auditory sense and vision began to go. She just shook her fountainhead and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let upshot unfold as they would. The girl would take to count on it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the letch would shell out.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a common cold wash over her and then her sess were gone. The two miss appeared in a darkness, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the whirlybird crash.

Madelyn would postulate some time to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were static again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and sway Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take foresightful to rouse her and she slowly sat up and held her manus. Farther from the satyrs, she could reckon straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her heading. `` I ... I do n't know, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her substructure shakily and groaned. Her consistency was sore from the night 's events. She walked back toward the place they came from but could barely see it.

A few instant later, Daisy saw Mr. O and saw that he was in bad shape. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to captivate him as he fell as Daisy frowned. What was she supposed to do ? They did n't seem to be anywhere she could get him help or get them out of here.

Then, she began to cry. She cried because this might be the demise of her and Mister O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting creatures. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mister O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's innocence had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was intense and mournful. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mister O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how tough she was crying by this stop. A twinkle consumed her, like the one from before, but this clock time it stared soft and pocket-size and flared up into the Saami promising flash lamp. When the illumination cleared, they were back by the crashed whirlybird. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rainfall was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the ass you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter collapse. `` You look like motherfucker, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying tending to the girls.

'' It 's always overnice to see a beautiful expression, darlin'. Also admire the rig, '' said boyfriend to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that whirlybird. I just wanted to await the hero part in straw man of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real earthly concern or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied to last out awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained cognizance at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure enough. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her stifle. She was ashamed and scared. She could still sense and savor their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residual on both girl and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even await at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at least a footling broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight unit of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

J-Rod was also at the same crash sight setting an over-watch. As Mister O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to patch up his wounds and then looked up at the girls.

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood transfusion. What 's your blood types ? '' Doc asked with a flavour of concern. He 'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the sentence.

When Doc asked what blood eccentric they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between SOB. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't experience, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the strike team over the radio receiver, Madelyn tried to explain as undecomposed she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a unlike shoes ... like, the whole church service went to a dissimilar place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to induce the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med plurality removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a charge card tube which he stuck into her vena. Blood began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the spine.

When Doc said that her blood would work, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the needle. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this one C of times, except she was putting matter in and killing herself instead of taking things out and helping soul. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her split had mostly stopped but her eye were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the injury the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both missy with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, delight admit me the honor of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When swell put the coating around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to feed him a grinning. Daisy looked up at him for a consequence and then back to her arm and Mister O.

Both J-Rod and Doc 's wireless went off. `` Over-watch, this is Alpha. The church is empty. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the fomite are still here, but the church is empty-bellied. Setting charges, '' Big Papi reported in through the radio.

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radiocommunication. `` We also got precious cargo. The computer software is dependable. go down on it to hell. ''

'' bandstand by, '' Big Papi reported. It was then the church building had exploded. And then all the vehicles and construction nearby blew up one after the other.

Mister O opened his eye as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the balance of the Strike Team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the auditory sensation of a whirlybird approaching was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her head and sniffled, wiping her heart. `` Better than you, '' she said shakily and then heard the helicopter. `` I guess they 're coming to get us, '' she said and looked back down at her arm.

'' Alright, the calvary is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his binoculars.

Daisy was starting to settle down a bit. She was still emotional, distressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a small broken, but she was getting to the point where she could function a bit better.

'' Nope ! '' J-Rod corrected himself, `` Not just the calvary, they brought big brother too. ''

fellow started to await a bit touch on, `` Well, them calvary folk better zip up and not deal with the politics, the sun gon na wax in about an hour and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

'' I 'll be alright, '' Mister O with an release tone, then he looked at his arm with the tube. `` Thank you, '' said Mister O to Daisy, `` for saving my life. ''

When Mister O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her pass some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't be intimate what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm dark ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't cognize what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her voice hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The starting time helicopter had landed, it was a different example from the one the bang Team rode in. As the English doors opened, men and cleaning lady in fire up tan fatigue poured out. They all each also had on twinkle gentle berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with ravishment rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European military.

Then the drawing card of this team dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old ancient Roman gladius manner sword. He had alight brown skin, blacken wavy hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and wheel spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back cover, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The missy watched as all the whirlybird began to put down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lifetime. Though, with what they 'd seen over the end hours, it was n't all that telling.

'' Good morning, delight do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent mark, `` My is name Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the Roman Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old admirer alone. ''

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the bit, '' Mister O responded, while showing the vacuum tube that tethered him to Daisy. `` So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from Roma, you 're gon na have to say with her too if you ca n't wait, '' he further explained.

When the man came up and said he needed to talk to Mr O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really certain what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

When they were brought blankets ; they both looked very thankful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the jacket back to Beau, then looked down in shame. `` It 's probably dirty ... '' she said quietly. Both little girl wrapped the cover around them securely.

'' Ya can restrain it, darlin, '' sheik offered.

Daisy had smiled at boyfriend for the first metre and nodded, pulling the whole of the coating around her as he left and looking between Saint George and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if Beau can go with Madelyn, he simply smiled. `` Can you go with her ? '' She asked quietly, then looked back at the man as he began to talk.

'' Of course of study, boo, '' he agreed, then his attention turned towards Madelyn, `` seed along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the adept guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at offset. She 'd been through so a lot since she was taken from her rest home. The last minute had been spent in a variety of salacious trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't know this man but these citizenry seemed to be here to facilitate and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired missy nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to young man. Her body was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive clothing with various steel sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopters most of his conversation shifted to charge of how his clothing was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

'' You jumped out of a whirlybird ? '' She asked, looking over at him as they walked ; showing a bit of her remaining innocence and light-hearted nature.

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the slope of the helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said swain. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na own to forgive me, dame. I seemed to have lost my manner. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just predict me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of squad Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

'' Old friend, '' said Giorgio, `` You know I 've been around a long time. There have been many throughout story that worshiped Dionysus, or as they call him in Republic of Albania, Djall. But, never have they resorted to kidnapping girlfriend or criminalism. In fact, throughout history, the fair sex who served were never forced. ''

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the times, '' Mister O replied, `` People become assholes. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned musical note, `` The satyros at the brothel, the mark on his dead body were unholy. Old friend, be thrifty, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit relate, `` Old admirer, this whole slew was a frame-up from the rootage. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the antediluvian Greek as genus Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of course there 's always another shit up the food range of mountains, '' Mister O responded.

'' Djall or Dionysus is a God of richness, not end. But, we believe whoever this Dreq is, he is corrupting the satyros. And this Dreq sees you as a threat and hopes to corrupt you, '' Giorgio was warning.

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his well-chosen trivial ass in phone line with all the former arsehole, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is true, old friend, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last persona about Dreq, I was referring to the signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

'' time lag, what ? '' Mister O said looking stunned.

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to wee-wee Thomas More sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and someone was trying to take care of her. Her peel paled and she stared at the man with wide eye. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agentive role had arrived with a stretcher and more medical checkup equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion thermionic tube with a rip multitude. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not lie with, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the calculator log at the brothel was that Mr O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pander that you beat up, old friend. It was no coincidence that he was at the Lapplander place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your gens. But the design was speculate to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would substantiate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetency for sex was too firm and lost ascendence of himself which changed everything. Either way, old acquaintance. Signora, we do not know where this all leads, but Rome will provide resources to investigate. ''

'' They said I was something special ... and I had n't been seen in a retentive clock time ... but they did n't say what, '' she said and took a deeply breath.

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your people have used ... turkey. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a curse than approval, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA broker arrived to escort Daisy.

As they carried Mister O on a stretcher, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done things we 're not proud of. Sometimes it 's what we did n't do that we 're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There 's no changing that. We 're all going to hold to live with our sinfulness, but do n't let it have sex you up. You 're a fighter, you 're stronger than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this present moment on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mr. O on a whirlybird while the broker directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a hero, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference of opinion. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't conceive this was happening. It had all been part of a architectural plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'sporting lady, she was now a pawn for some former force that she did n't even recognise of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was cross and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to dissever, she nodded at Mr O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was gladiolus to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his taradiddle with intent. She was well-chosen for this. It was keeping her mind off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a minuscule when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a sobriquet, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of squad Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' dandy explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the former eggbeater with Doc Holiday and the other members of the smash team.

Madelyn watched him and blinked. When he was finished talking, she pursed her backtalk and gave him a unbelieving smell. `` Are you saying you 're a lamia ? '' she asked and looked very incredulous.

While the broker led Daisy into his eggbeater, Beau smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't take care if I catch me some beauty sopor, '' said Beau as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a soft grin and nodded to Beau. `` I 'm going to do the Same, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed restrained and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the side by side few calendar week, the fille went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a art object of drivel that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to learn to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so peculiar about her. The citizenry who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to reach her so they could be active on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to loose and find, though, as Mister O apparently had former commercial enterprise to attend to and needed his own clock time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mister O and Beau a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how disconnected and pall and ashamed she was, but she was fairly approve after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her base and normal life.

Meanwhile, Mr. O had made a full phase of the moon recovery. He was in a CIA adeptness in a lab. While waiting, one of the doctors approached him.

'' Mr O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks pattern for both little girl. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the medico reported.

'' What is it ? '' Mister O asked.

'' They both still have live sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then homo spermatozoan can live up to five Day max. But, it 's been workweek, '' the Doctor answered.

Mr. O sighed, `` Is conception possible at this head. ``

The Doctor nodded, `` It 's still a possibility, but we can not say for sure.

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the doctor stopped him. `` Mr O, there 's one more thing. Your line, there 's a low trace of something. We do n't know what it is yet, but we want you to follow back again. ``

"Typical,"scoffed Mister O. Then with a grin he lit a cigar in his oral fissure and walked away.

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. honored guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the dissimilar while of art. An aristocratic char is mesmerized by a particular composition.

'' See something you like ? '' a man asked as he approached her.

'' Yes, it 's so entrancing, '' she responded while looking at the item. `` This blue air haired girl in the shopping center along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so titillating. ``

'' Ah, yes, and that in the back sitting with his hands up is the ancient Greek God, Dionysus. He 's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall yield you everlasting life history, '' he replied.

'' Sounds like such fantasy chronicle, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprise tone, `` Oh, I 'm bad ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a faint luminescence in the corner of the canvas. `` Yes, I am. But, delight. Call me Armin, '' he replied .