Broken angel

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blonde woman named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few weeks 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 well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her aliveness had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not feel anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the only soul she had left the only individual who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced all in and brought back and put into a coma 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 find to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go nursing home. However, something felt different about liveliness, about her body, her mind. dear than before, but different. She could n't explain it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up following to an old church. Drug dependence rehab sign posted. Mister O stepped out of the fomite wearing his wickedness wooing, bleak polished chelsea the boot and his neatly cut black pilus combed in a fauxhawk expressive style with a seedy beard covering heavy scruff on his face.

He stood by his fomite and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his sassing he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his mid-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 Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply curry man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the breadbasket causing him to suffer his breather. `` You do n't expect too good. How about we speak in secret ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the edifice with her belittled bag of belongings, she saw the shot going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't avail but find out. For some grounds she felt compelled to catch the conniption, feeling an irresistible impulse 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 former man fell to his knee and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! someone ... assist ! Call the police ! ``

'' Okay, you wan na gambling hardball ? ''. Mr. O responded sounding in a frustrated smell. He then reached for his hip and drew out a shooting iron, and pointed it at the man 's psyche, `` 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,"seed on, Carl, where 's the fille ?"

Carl winced while covering his typeface as Mister O put the gun to his pass. `` Please ... layover ! '' he begged.

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"concluding chance, where is your fad ? '' Mister O demanded with one hold out terminal monition as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol.

Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very het situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his stifle and was begging the penetrating dressed-looking one named Mr. O and asking for someone to call the police. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a tec or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her Charles Herbert Best to come along seemingly tranquillize in manner, she took a trench breath. After readying herself as best she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vocalization, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr. O paused when he heard the young woman whisper to him. He had been so worry with the now cod man he did n't acknowledge the girl approach. But, hearing the phrasal idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

Mr. 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 sputter, the man had landed on his head causing him to go unconscious mind.

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

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

She did n't know 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 reply, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprise to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to assist and something about Illuminati code parole. She seemed even more broken for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't know. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it think ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the early man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means brightness level Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old daylight of my organization, it was computer code to enter confidential catacombs under specific towns undergoing enquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the hoo-ha had attracted a crowd of citizenry to watch, Mister O did n't seem to manage as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` Okay, I do n't know 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 beguile up to you eventually. So please bring through me that difficulty, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the hoi polloi were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the phrase meant and she nodded a short bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suited man was telling her that she could either occur 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 Mr. O started the car, a computer covert emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an machine-driven voice spoke, `` Greetings, Mr O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a Edgar Guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Fri. ``

Then the information processing system screenland filled with various records, police records, medical checkup record book all belonging to Daisy. The vocalization known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of tie to any secret society, camarilla, or shadow constitution. give birth a beneficial day. ''

Daisy stared at the computing device as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few multiplication, she looked at between the reckoner, and the man beside her. It had all of her disc. Even the ones from the most Recent epoch overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help oneself but let out a soft giggle when it seemed activated about the TV appearance. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the silver screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr. O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and operate outside the realm of normal by societal standards. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - blue holy man

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quieten suburbia. It was nothing out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulating.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her planetary house. Daisy, look, you probably have no musical theme what the roll in the hay is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the fomite and made his way towards the bole and opened the threshold. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The social movement door is unsecured, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this SOB inside ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing female child again. She wondered who this missing girl is, how old she was, how the man in the rear of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her aid 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 open the room access, she moved out of the truck and went to open up the straw man threshold. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint sept family. No one was here. It looked like it had been some meter since anyone was but it was mostly in good order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her gens is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the class portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portraiture, there was teenage fille with coloured blue devil tomentum, a real cute smile and a fille next doorway type of peach.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the fellowship portrait as Mister O explained the situation in more detail. She was so youthful and beautiful. Daisy hoped the daughter was okay, then had a thought and looked around the mansion. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the picture. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blond watched Mister O as he continued to stockpile the man towards the cellar door only to open up it and confound him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll dole out with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his memories. But I wan na designate you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living way where many plant of abstract art hung on the wall.

Daisy ran a hand through her hair, nodding as he explained the cognitive operation. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing individual 's brain for computer storage, but figured it was n't the weirdest affair she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to piece. `` 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 slowly to secernate once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a second and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't be intimate 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 have some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the rune have any ties to, like, specific occult ritual ? ``

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

He then walked over to the computer in the living way which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the mansion at to the lowest degree once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving place from work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his tablet which seemed to short-circuit all password restricted programs which he brought up an electronic mail from the young woman 's Padre :

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explain Thomas More, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the oceanic abyss web looking up various occult internet site. Not the cheesy black letter fashion stuff, I 'm talking clobber under the eyes of Venice. And then three Day ago her admirer reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a known pandar. Likes to betray daughter struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able-bodied to keep back their tutorship monetary value. And await 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 goodness news. goose egg he was saying made the position any brighter or made her think the girl might be approve or easy to get. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the info he had found. The girlfriend 's female parent was short, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the father made her abdomen turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get defective 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 solid thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't have intercourse how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy encounter into this then ? '' it was Sir Thomas More of a thought out loud than a doubtfulness to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the door, `` Help ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in frustration, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too often for you to handle. But, I 'm going to spread out that room access and I 'm going to beat the information out of him. You can impart or see 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 door behind him.

Daisy took a abstruse breath when he said that he was going to go mystify the information out of the man and she nodded. `` okeh, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the multitude of cigarette from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her spunk 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 peak out the windows.

Then the man screamed in agonizing pain. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was quiet. The door opened and Mister O stuck his head out the door for a second.

Daisy did n't pay care to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the sounds coming from inside the theatre and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the threshold and peeked inside, rum as to what was going to happen next.

Mr. O 's clothing was a bit ruffled from the his scuffle with Carl LBJ. His sleeve were rolled up to his elbow in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English calligraphy writing saying, `` MEMENTO MORI. ''

'' We got a lead, '' Mr O said to Daisy as he straightened out his wearable. `` 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 link. 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 as shooting you 're wondering about dispshit in the basement, if so ... hop in and I 'll explain. ``

Chapter 3 - Lost psyche

minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl Dr. Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good financing mental process, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to save her. Either way, he 's locked up in the cellar, and do n't worry, I have a squad en route to score out his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the craze. But, here 's the thing, based on the kinsfolk portraiture and the family ikon, we assume Madelyn has a solid bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom loss, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the fad and the pimp, she nodded in sympathy and ran a hand through her whisker. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the signs detail to something bad. I do n't think 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 and the stationed playing was that of the news. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two time Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the slide of Greenland, just north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal selection for this new settlement, '' the radio reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunkey and you 'll pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother master of ceremonies, I 'll tell them the liberty chit phrasal idiom he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some nooky solvent. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radio show and she could n't enter out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no mind who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and heed. Perhaps she was just eager to hear any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of means to stool herself search the contribution 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 paw and ruffled up her hair some and few small smudge 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 feel like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't see like a huge sight but she thought it was a bit more credible.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her fountainhead with a little smile. `` Do I look like a unhappy soon-to-be woman of the street ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a bivalent take. The look of her being distressed no dubiousness appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the interior, but the view of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his dependence. It was his validation for aim in liveliness.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll devolve. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a planetary house notifying their entranceway into Little Republic of Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the residential district also lurked a hugger-mugger faction of cultists using the residential district to veil their shadow work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some variety. It has no name, just a inn with a red ‘ D'above the doorway, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would egest. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the itch or fix her hair. It was a short drive to the part of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to calculate out for their finish and she nodded some. Looking at all the edifice and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left hand of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mr O circled around the pulley a few time before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building shipment and unloading passenger.

'' okeh, we need to play the part 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 handling of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus occlusion across the street from the construction is a sentry go. He was sitting in the Saami spot 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 percentage. `` I can be a pretty good worker, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the hand truck. She did n't really take care the rough manipulation. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her nerve and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd call on her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and defeated sigh and enjoin him to let her go.

Mister O did n't respond verbally as she played her persona as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the counseling towards the building, it looked summation. Perhaps an old apartment edifice with vacate way with the exception of old beds used for service.

interior more dispossessed looking strayer stood near the entrance, no doubt they were safety. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's business office, all the renter unit threshold were open, inside the mess of female child appearing to be in their college years, to the highest degree looking foreign were being forced to serve older men.

One room in item had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby facial expression. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three honest-to-god man inside had shut the threshold.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made foil noises as he led her into the construction. She was looking around and giving dirty looking at to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few consequence. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stupid. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the room at the poor girl and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the miss who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor girls, god only knew the matter that were being done to them.

Mr O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine, woman, to which I act the woozy butt, '' he said to the people in the office. `` I work for Carl President Lyndon Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a mo, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food for thought while he talked with a threatening dialect, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 duplicate if she is virgin like fille with aristocratic 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 the great unwashed tonight. She surely hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the position. As they made it to the steps, he whispered in her ear, `` stoppage calm, I wo n't let them put you to work. But someone knows something. ``

But the guy did mention Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the stairs, Mister 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 pants back up.

Around his physical structure were a pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked fille appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a board. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the post, Mr O noticed the young fille had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal backtalk. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a somewhat young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

'' Young and fertile, '' said the man with an accent, `` That 's how I enjoy my subjects. I test out the new girls, if they bare our children then my kin grows. But, if not, then they fuck for money and provide for my kin. ``

hooter began to emerge from his forehead and strange markings began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not crucial, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced paseo, with each step his boot thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fertile physical structure like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my manliness causes an unsatiable itch to plant his source. '' As he explains his intent with one mitt around her and the other touching her corporation where the womb is located, `` I can finger it ... Djall 's progeny will develop inside here. ''

Daisy cried out again as she was pinned to the paries with his arm was around her, holding her there. `` No ! Let me go ! Please ! '' she whined and tried to push him away, looking over his shoulder at the little girl and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his facial expression closer to hers, his teeth were like fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a second and smelled daisy like an brute, then a prospicient cam stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck 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 scent and discernment caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a picayune when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His hand was on her stomach, 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 puppet of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on solid ground in a long metre.

'' What do you intend ? 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 more. And then gunshot erupted on the bottom storey, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunshot, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The strange amand with the trumpet continued to jerk and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the craze man with horns did n't look to handle, 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 taunt her.

With a look of insatiable lust in the horned man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two moons when my kin plant Djall 's semen into the Virgo by the beginner, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his ruler over this new Dominion. ''

She continued to fight 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 pants as his vile Phallus, a monstrous version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like semblance with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and stud piercing along the light beam. Her pants now halfway down her thighs along with her pantie and here he was pulling his turncock out of his drawers. This man did n't even look to remark the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not get a line them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not penetrate her, he savored the flavor of her pussy rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mr. O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some meter. If not, maybe she could buy herself some party favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own dignity.

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

'' So if I do n't refuse and give your God Almighty offspring, I 'll have a higher chance of being rewarded for my divine service ? '' she asked in a repose voice. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her paw move back to her chest of drawers, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few push button on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lip. It was a long skinny and forked spit like that of a Snake River. His heart also began to careen as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her wrist and slammed them against the rampart.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his unknown stopcock against her, angling it upwards to post it to sink in her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her hands to the paries and scolded her. `` well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to calculate at him. Her Word of God were almost cut off as he shoved his prick against her pussy again, causing her to puff in a much different way.

But just as he was so distracted, the room access fusillade undecided when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mister 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 shaft rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her plight 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 his head with a flying knee joint work stoppage causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the utter man on the storey and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the straits, when Mister O was n't in peril of being hit by them. When the time was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O undecided fired on him. The bullets were effective against him, though being increased in might it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a pattern homo being.

Stunned, the horned man complained in mental rejection with his terminal words, `` No, impossible ! I am unending ! 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 I was dead before enjoying some aphrodisiacal clock time with my supporter. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the offspring girl 's pulse, the girl that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the whoreson in the part, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the low few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the lav and cleaned the now-dry seminal fluid from the former female child 's vagina and second joint and then got her to awaken up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't know who you are, sweetie, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police force post. Somewhere safe. Get a morning after birth control pill and tell them what happened or as a great deal 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 office, well-chosen the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the little girl, it 's potential they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to help them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's firm until we have more inside information. ``

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 little girl and she nodded some. `` unspoiled, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the business firm, she walked toward the room access. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a Virgo they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Economic Community. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runic letter hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runes. A means to spend a penny her eubstance open of his acceptance. But, two Sun Myung Moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two Night. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell apart Mr O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes more sentiency now. So Madelyn is a Virgo the Virgin. Always a fucking Virgo with these cultists. Which is making me even more storm they 're here on US stain, abstention is not really a unassailable American tradition these days, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to hear to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old stories and married woman tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in US, nodding and letting out a humble gag. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it alfresco, a helicopter hovered over the street while boastfully vanguard pulled in. From the helicopter, men and adult female in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the edifice. From the vans, many in dark-skinned suits arrived.

'' intelligence agent O, we will take aim it from here, '' said a womanhood from one of the trucks with morose fuzz which seemed to be in electric charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unit building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA darkness Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of masses in the dark suits with combat flush. `` I was capable to scream in for supporter when dispshit threw me out the windowpane. ''

As the men and woman came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the peck. It was so foreign to her. The cleaning lady said that they were taking it from here and Mr O seemed to concord and she followed him back to the motortruck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a prospicient metre ,'I do n't be intimate what he meant, '' she explained.

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horn man referred to her form which left Mr. O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't have it away. Do you experience anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your creative thinker, or s flock like visions, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can unwrap what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll deliver to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three twenty-four hours behind. ''

Daisy shook her head a few sentence and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't imagine so ... '' she said quietly and tried to mean of anything different she might hold felt both in her life and just in the live on few days. When he mentioned it having to waitress, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's of import right now. ``

Chapter 4 - mob reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a belittled forsake Town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and marker. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forties and had Thomas Gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue holy man arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the device driver tail and another riding scattergun. She looked tired and disconcert. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in 24-hour interval. No one would talk to her and separate 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 kinfolk home by some weirdy and taken to a building full of scumbags and short girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple meter. She 'd only been fed revenue, coldness food and given water to toast. Now she was dressed in the dress she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flats to couple. Her hair was messed up and her composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in forepart of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to spread out the side doorway. Though the two men in the van looked formula, 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 bonnet and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the house of ill repute, they all had cornet 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 head while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the yesteryear few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but none of them would tell apart her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her subdued, scratchy vocalisation. A voice boys had always described as aphrodisiac and mature.

'' My blue saint, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small tiddler, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to sing about, my blue angel. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church building and all the men bowed their forefront. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her cutis got even More pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a shade. Looking over in the management of the articulation, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these citizenry ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't eff what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no dubiety he had swell warmness for the young girl, `` come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a electric 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 train a place.

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

Her begetter began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many interrogation, sweetheart, but there are things you should lie with. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole living and I 've been alive a long time. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my cracking joy to watch you grow. But what you have to sympathize is that my life 's purpose was to get the truthful vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many scholar I had taught in my college learning arts grade, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your maiden year of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you remember how I showed you my nontextual matter ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing rune, I knew I had to contain them home base and go away them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to pull up stakes 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 read you a new worldly concern, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make horse sense to her. It sounded like he learn it out of a Lovecraft tale or something. She was so upset and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was didder her head and fight the tears building up in her eyes.

'' runic letter ? What are you talking about ? I do n't understand ... this is all nutcase, '' she said with a suspiration and shook her head more.

'' You asked who all these mass 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 bring your female parent back, but there is something that must be done, '' her father continued.

'' I do n't desire 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 think of he can bring mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all crazy. I just want to go base. I want you to number home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her young figure, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage expressive style of attire. Her Fatherhood 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 XIX yr old missy he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to empathise, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a longsighted time, longsighted than nigh. You see, I have found a way to cheat Death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to U.S. in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artifact that my clan and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church service.

The statue depicted a lecher sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his helping hand holding up at the sides. Another matter to item was that of the satyr 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic puppet.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest of drawers and watched her male parent as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the affair he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was strange to take heed him talk like this. He was usually so logical and overbold and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

'' What ? You ca n't be good ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a frown, running a helping hand through her long gamey hair.

'' They ca n't bestow back mamma, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all nutcase ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breather, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of laugh ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sentience that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her sire raised his hand at the others in a motion to settle down them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a stern tonus, `` You may not interpret yet, but you will, soon it will become authorise '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign lyric.

Madelyn looked pall when her Padre 's tone changed and he began to say that she would soon find out. The chanting took a moment for her to bring in it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her father as he started walking away.

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to prevent her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to find her dead body with their helping hand. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the compact, then soon he shall come to life ! ''

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their hands off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to pull away more aggressively. It was no use for the pocket-sized miss though as she was soon grab and basically dragged toward the presence of the Christian church.

It was obvious they wanted her to keep an eye on as her male parent continued while the dark rampart of the church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horn began to shoot from his os frontale as standardised markings on his human face also began to shine.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth when her male parent began to grow French horn and lambency. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some make-up or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to grope and caress or even caressing but she was no yearner fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two lunation

present tense time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red luminance began to beep in the heart and soul console. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the splashboard, in the screen was a blond woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' salutation, intelligence officer O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprise by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional beingness, those types do n't normally cross over. The asshole worshiped Djall, is Djall that powerful ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, 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 like deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greek as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual rabidness, rankness, and religious rapture. ``

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

'' stall by, we will let you roll in the hay when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could roll down the window and have a butt when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any substance. The multitude in her purse had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she could n't avail it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the fundament when she was done, which was during the phone call.

She looked over at the adult female and then at Mister O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the cry was over, she stayed calm, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

Mister O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's sign. As they arrived a few U-Haul style motortruck were parked along the curb. 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 capital help, but you are a civilian and not a discipline operative. I 'm sure you have inquiry that needs solution, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient mystifying codification and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your overhaul today and we will be in jot if you should decide to notice response to those questions. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her purse and watched Mr 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 station for her, be it for her safety or because the affair that were going to hap were top-secret or something.

"A driver will be here shortly to hold you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the front doorway without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her lips and shook her straits.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to respond. She did n't really believe either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to safety and wanted to know what the letch meant but she did n't know what to do. `` bye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

But then something unknown happened, an strange entity began whispering in her mind, `` Open your mind, sweetling. afford it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her judgment with the completely church as if she were there. She began to front around and see all the things going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely defenseless and thrusting savagely into a Edward Young cleaning woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were spate of daughter there seeking to hold massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the sr. man who she recognized from photos as the forefather. She made her way unaired and could see the woman orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the coop, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingers in the cage to tinge her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young girl, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would take them there.

Just behind the begetter was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor feel Daisy 's presence, 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 cue to their emplacement. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a sign that read, `` Two Moons Vineyard. ``

The encourage away from the Christian church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A black raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a slew of raven flew in roofy around her which eventually caused black-market sess to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eye widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the smutty smoke, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The sens seemed to exhale from him, but his head was covered in a smutty bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his head down and Echo of indistinct whispers continued to surround as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ears and shrank away from him before a twosome of sprouted wing 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 backstage embraced her.

The nearer the smoky darkness one approached, the louder the whisper as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar spirit lenify articulation had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

'' Hey, '' she called out after him. `` I, uh ... remember 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 office surprised him. `` What did you see ? '' he asked.

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to bonk that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mr O has been in the field long enough to know better than to terminate a wind, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always in force to play on the English of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the figurehead door.

interior, the star sign was filled with private eye in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics investigation of the mansion. Mister O continued into the house trying to keep off getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the service department.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd hear to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busy the small family home had gotten since just a few hour ago. There were a lot More citizenry here now, all of them doing something and looking grievous in their gear. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in unlike gear, rather than the courtship the others wore, they all each had on veritable clothing such as denim trouser or cargos with T-shirt along with sinister tactical gear wheel. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this work party was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer article of clothing. While the armed services looking one had scruff and beards with short hair, this other valet had long hair's-breadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with assorted throwing daggers and a fighting vane.

'' wellspring, O, gladiolus yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` well hello, darlin', the name is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just hollo me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed charismatic though his oculus were a tint of red with pale skin.

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

'' okey, Daisy, this is the smash Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met fop, the one with the short-change one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpuncher ball cap is Doc holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Thomas J. Jackson, J-Rod, and war hawk. Now could you delight explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to pile up her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a non-white lieu, maybe a church building. But not a rule one. It was crowded. There were multitude dressed in dismal apparel, doing all kinda material to each other, all together. Then I saw a blueness haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a Cage in the midriff of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` hold, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of natality, religious Adam, ritual hydrophobia, and wine fashioning. A hedonistic god. It would take a crap sense if they chose a seat near the harvest of wine-colored, like near grape playing area, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a t-shirt with boots and tactical geartrain. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of swell continued to appear on the map.

Beau being his formula ego tried to make light of a serious position, `` Well, cher, I would n't phone myself severe. But, I do like to burn, '' he said as his grinning revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the processes in his straits to calculate out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to bet at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his fang.

'' okeh, Beau, not right now, '' Mr O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his singlet, `` Daisy, there are various possible localization with vineyards. Do you recall anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, shadow, and sexual, '' she said and ran a bridge player through her hair. `` The town looks bushed and desolate. Madelyn 's in a batting cage, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard ? '' Mr. O replied to reassert her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the existence in two lunation, I thought they meant in two Night. If they 're engaged in depraved acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

Daisy nodded at Mister O when he asked her to confirm what she said. She thought that as well when the man had said two Sun Myung Moon. But it all made gumption now.

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

'' Well, doll, what is that ? '' said fashion plate as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven feather stuck on her pes. ``

When Beau leaned down and picked up the feather, she looked at it and sighed, shaking her head. `` I do n't sleep with, there was some man there. I think he tried to toss off me, '' she said.

Mr. O and the relaxation looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to incite now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow ghost. They 're bringers of death and doomsday. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist flack. ''

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

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means death and end is coming, '' Mr. O explained while making his way out the menage and into one of the truck. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping arse, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is surely to head to mass death, '' he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mr. O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her pilus. She did n't tell them about the man who met her in the nihility and whatever saved her from the matter that tried to kill her. That seemed in some manner personal and like something that was here alone to think back and wonder about. She might ask about it at a former time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black Raven down feather

The ride in one of the trucks was n't much significant. A lot of the team members including Mister O spent well-nigh of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their scope.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons Vineyards, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have various towns that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll take to aid us key which township looks conversant to you. ''

Beau however sat there sharpening each of his blades, `` Do n't ya worry 'bout a affair, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that cute lil hind end of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! fire warden ! '' Strike Team Operator war hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscular tissue head teacher type.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` Strike Team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the Strike Team drawing card even though Mr O would head the investigations. Big Papi appeared to be the previous among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the previous marine yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd receive to help oneself them fancy out which town was which. `` If the others do n't face anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little smiling as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't beware it too much.

'' Do n't ya concern, cher, '' beau said to Daisy as he dismounted the truck, `` I 'm not one to be trashy ... at least not outside the chamber. ''

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

exterior of the truck in an receptive field, two helicopters with spinning vane awaited them to add-in. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, Beau, and Mr. O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr. O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The helicopters although wickedness blue seemed as Negroid as the Nox itself, unmarked and solid in colouring. As soon as everyone boarded, both chopper took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what fashion plate said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her cerebration, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a dingy sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to recoil her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a pattern job, avoid her old booster and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the midriff of some uncanny shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the bound on opposite conclusion of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to convey with each former over the tatty propellor noise as well as with the early helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing State billet, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to plan as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right wing location, we 'll make our approach. It 'll be a hot driblet, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got silent. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon answer and there were more significant things as the early whirlybird caught on flaming and started to go down.

'' O, we have a phantasma wraith on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' for sure enough their eggbeater was descending to make a sudden and intemperate landing.

Then all of the sudden a troop of Corvus corax flew along incline of the helicopter, first Doc vacation open fired, then Mr O as it shifted from side to side. The Corvus corax poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with crude vane in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't cognise what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to sprout at the shade. It vanished and appeared on the side of the helicopter slashing away at the locomotive. fellow unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the tool taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc Holiday as the whirlybird began to reel out of control. Daisy was unrestrained when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't roll in the hay what else to do.

Doc tried his substantially to take command of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other helping hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` go for 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 suffer to jump-start at some distributor point so she had undone her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the pandemonium, he saw her side and in that moment clock time felt as it slowed down. The few fourth dimension he saw her smile like when she tried to look her part for the brothel which caught his attention, perhaps a sensory faculty of attractive feature he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that spate of her in the out of control eggbeater was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the dorsum of her head and tucked her into his shoulder joint to help her brace for the impend crash.

As the cleaver went down, Daisy 's breathing time hung on her bureau and she closed her centre tight and squeezed her implements of war around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened succeeding. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to call in the next few hour. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a lineal collapse but still birl around and skid across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at heights speed.

It felt as if somberness slipped away from around them as her feet stopped touching the metallic element level. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the terra firma, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mr. O would find themselves somewhat dependable on the ground, far from the collapse. She 'd never know 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 chopper clangour web site was a good mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a secret.

'' Daisy ! '' Mr. 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 cover of the head by a blunt object.

'' subscribe them both, '' Madelyn 's Church Father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as rakehell ritual killing, now the ritual is utter. As for her, Djall has a special need of her. Let them find our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then letch began to draw them both towards the church to remain their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rituals in straw man of her and it seemed to have some effect on the immature girl. Her don had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more stoic. The previous nighttime, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her coop, stripped her of her dress and bridge player bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to love the extra attention.

The miss was either so shock that she could do goose egg but accept her fate or some force out was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the movement she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her father using her for such ritual still made her want to better into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbol in different place along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would secern her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Cage and made to determine more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the following day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few 60 minutes before Mr O. She had n't been knocked out by the wallop but by some force she did n't bed and she 'd gone into a deep, dark sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the Christian church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd institute herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very pathetic body politic from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their epithet, 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 commentary about her body and some of the cleaning woman had said she could be another of the fad 's intimate sacrifices.

Mr. O did n't know how long he was out, but another splashing of inhuman water supply was thrown on his face giving him a seismic disturbance to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some sentence, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's begetter, `` It is necessary for the blood forfeiture to watch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mr. O laughed and then spat pedigree, `` Is that reckon to frighten off me ? Your name is Arminius, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to rally a low pace deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to get word More about him. ''

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

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't calculate on becoming male parent of the year with that attitude, '' Mr 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 night had shrouded over the land as the young moon shined over.

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the Virgin will be offered up for all to enjoy ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the debauchery continued between the satyr and maid, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure slaves for the ceremony. Arminius, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slave wanted to volunteer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her Father introduce the rootage of the ceremony. A ado of butterfly filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't let to drag out her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her mitt and avail her step down from the program that the coop was one. The unseasoned woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the Christian church and seemed to be doing a beneficial job of fighting the urge to cut through herself.

As the the observance drew near to its main event, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the woman trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's glory, '' Hermann commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urges with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Hermann command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a immobile handle of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to scramble against them. However, they were much secure than her and she could barely proceed against their appreciation. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to tolerate just a few ft from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a breath of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in detail sat on Mr. O 's lap taunting him and holding his human face in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to look on your Friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an embarrassing one for Mister O. It seemed once the letch got engaged in sexual activities, much of their care become distracted.

From the top of the Lord's table, it was all the way to see the proportion of male to female person was light more with the males. To every two or three male, they had to share a female person among the grouping. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the Lord's table before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. lots of the lech'nails were like razor sharp nipper as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

Daisy 's wearing apparel were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharply those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more slight, especially since she 'd lost about of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more than due date to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the youthful girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the adult female started to clothe Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to carry out or whatever place they needed to put the accessory. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, ankle bracelet, and finally a livery to finalize her raiment for the ceremonial while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the slave, one after the other.

While to the highest degree of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female pardner like feral fauna, Arminius stood there breathing hard while the womanhood he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to serve him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a way of life to develop like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His cheek still fellow to Madelyn as her father.

The former satyrs'blue body were furry, very 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 cocks. In rebirth art, letch were often depicted as priapic creatures and with good reasonableness as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the sporting house had the Lapplander uniquely form dick as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head serving was much Thomas More of the common mushroom shape. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a Equus caballus, but not as enormous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the barb appeared to broaden 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 potent way. Her muscular tissue relaxed some and she just sort of watched the depraved acts that Armin and the females were performing.

Then one of the charwoman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` pass on your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very lubricious flavour while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the former girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would translate, and it was even more evident they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a fiddling hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lip pressed to his softly and she let her eye pin closed. She went to go back down on her flat invertebrate foot, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate candy kiss, letting her arm wrap around his neck opening.

As Madelyn was brought over to her Church Father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arms. She did n't fight or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their bodies nearly touching hers. She could see their turncock and how similar they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a piano piffling moan escaped her back talk. There was something so ... depraved, yet perfect in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the cathouse had. It seemed each air mile had a percentage point of stimulation. The other with the buck like shaped tool erected upwards as if it tried to turn over towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the strawman twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an result on the blonde, causing her to worm more and conclude her oculus as her tegument flushed a piffling bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a female child in the midsection of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the rearward let out his forficate knife as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slide along her skin. The former, also having a forked tongue licked her from the seat of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her hide, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the former started to cream her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could misplace their ascendency any second. Then behind the satyr in presence of her, a shadowed man with a familiar phonation appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you trust this or, do you wish to resist ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate candy kiss from his daughter, at first Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the efflorescence young lady he raised since her puerility. But the more their osculation continued, the more he could n't incorporate himself and erupted filling the striver with his source. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the striver, his clapper also transformed into the ramify spit the others had.

She knew when he came into the other cleaning lady. It was easy to enjoin. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her olfactory organ and bringing her trunk closer to his. When his lingua transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the best kisser but she definitely put the drive and lecherousness into it.

Passionate kiss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to savour her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable moan became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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 worthless compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her knee as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front line of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his hammer seemed different from the balance, though it retained the mushroom bod, the read/write head luck seemed to continually actuate and twitch like a flex muscularity. `` pick it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The young miss was pushed down to her knee and she looked up at him with her big green oculus, licking the duncish saliva off her back talk. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, dada, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her indisposition returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his come off the peter and then much like with the candy kiss, once she had the showtime taste sensation, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his unusual slam, seeming to feature no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could receive. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's shaft seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out more of his semen. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humankind he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her brass below him servicing his darkness 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 acute. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar vocalism spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you require to taste it ? '' He asked.

The words seemed to sink into Daisy 's brain as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the vernal girl lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the part asked her if she wanted to taste the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch over.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her consistency. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your rima oris. Use your physical structure to make water him metamorphose once more than. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No turn rachis

Armin roared as he felt her sassing bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was absolved his cock reacted to every single touch. The other two lecher may have backed off to let Daisy come near Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the chemical group. One laid on his spine scooting himself under Daisy to try out her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final exam ingredient to give each one their terminal form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to try her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly acclivity and fall in a rhythm method with his licking and suck, continuing to groan softly as she worked on the project at hand ... and mouthpiece.

Her forefront bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few meter and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own mitt evenfall, she took one of Madelyn 's work force and put it on the portion of the rooster her mouth could n't get through, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the sawbuck cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the light beam to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the whole movement. starting time your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her kitty-cat and began to rub against it. She closed her middle when he whispered in her ear and leaned her headway back against his chest, seeming to racket in the word and the flavor of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her handwriting and then she began to stroke the lower part of the cock enthusiastically, a petty grinning coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Hermann began to join in as well. One rode on top of the satyr under Daisy while the other cleaned under to sop up on the tip of the tool rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two pets.

The lecher enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his pectus gave him a blissful flavor on his face, a perverse look of expiation even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasance of royalty under his dark perverted immortal. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knee joint having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his turncock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female person rub the tool against her virgin pussy sass, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her begetter 's stopcock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the sometime girl, obviously experienced, suck her male parent 's cock.

As more lech approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening creatures of tarradiddle seeming to beg for her warmheartedness, `` let me to pleasure you, our sanctum 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 place while a slave and lecher continued to make unholy have sex above him caused him to kick back the yoke away, but as it seemed they did n't oppose to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front end of Hermann and the girl.

'' intruder, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to slip my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's psyche onto the shaft of his bead tool and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your devotee where your allegiance lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor for a second when she saw Mr. O get dragged up out of the corner of her eye and heard Hermann speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the large cock between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her clapper run along the pecker and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly excusatory aspect ... but she could n't bar.

The luxuria was too strong inside her and she began to link Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own helping hand back up and began to fondle his large Lucille Ball as her mouth pleased his shaft 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 putz, both trying to get as lots as they could. Both of them were also moving their rosehip with each several action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to take in, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. They had met the night before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sentience of tenderness towards her. But nothing that would break his essence over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to formulate program as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole position was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the added sense of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the deity of pleasance, not pain and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much mentation into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not very much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to look out this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit mortify, but only a small constituent of her could worry correctly now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suction while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his sass like a fete. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the striver equitation him. The early slaves took notice as well taking twist riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a outpouring of darkness dirty word.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her ramification when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her consistence up and down letting her inner second joint and pussy experience his horse cavalry like rooster pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her lip minimized the kettle of fish on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push button her tight legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft pelt of her second joint and she knew there was a young lady at the end of his cock, drinking near of it.

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

Madelyn opened her mouth wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her Church Father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the bid and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's leg, loving the predilection and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hips each meter Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each thrust. The female child had ceased to be his daughter, his blue holy person. She was now another handmaid pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her oral fissure, the drumhead of his cock continued to bend like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to finger more.

Madelyn 's optic were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too mindful of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, gullible eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going profoundly than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Sir Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thick and vile, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a xanthous or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life as a even man 's would. Instead it represented putridness, sexual crud. Becoming overly excited, Hermann pulled Daisy back up, but only to strangle her boldness on his rough skinned Ball.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transformation during his passionate osculation with Madelyn, Arminius 's humbled body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry legs, the cloven foot. His chunk had dark cutis and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body olfactory property. Instead, it was more like the flavour of pheromones as they naturally glistened with elbow grease. But the more he thrusted his turncock into Madelyn 's mouthpiece, the more his nut continued to asphyxiate the lower portion of her boldness under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in Leslie Townes Hope to lap them both. Yet another forest god approached Madelyn and licked her from fundament in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her butt brass. Before anyone had realized it, many bridge player were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` ejaculate 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 scent and taste of having Armin 's testis smothering her face.

On his back, with his forked glossa the satyr continued to figure out Daisy 's angelic pinkish prime. His tongue stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were chummy. With each lap, his drivel coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's slit as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her ivory sealed with a bulwark of her soon fading sinlessness hovering over his typeface made him insatiable as he gave her one tenacious cam stroke of his glossa along her femininity. Meanwhile the early satyr did n't mind licking her cigaret cakehole, tasting her sensitive persona of her pin-up tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his long knife and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lecher rimming her surprise her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to bear in mind. She just kept working on her forefather 's cock, swallowing all his yellowed precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Hermann decided to escalate the situation. With helping hand movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A hard worker had brought him a president to sit on while he still demanded another striver to service his blasphemous genus Phallus. `` Let the Virgo and the rat perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their bodies and lingua, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to influence the two more into their carnal corruption.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Arminius since the shadowy number had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a traffic circle of debase satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and soupcon of jaundiced come.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a display. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each former. In an twinkling, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a hot up mania, letting their tongues saltation in each other 's mouthpiece.

They 'd move from that every few mo and clean the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their kiss. Their leg shifted so each of them had a second joint between the others'leg and they began to craunch furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this sensual dance, showing her young mate the roofy of being with another woman.

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

The former forest god appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shade man as he stood next to Hermann. He then appeared to merge with Hermann, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar vocalization now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your cervix, be mine for eternity ? front crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your mouth one conclusion time before I take your body. I shall lay claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not need your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The choker is not theirs, it is mine. A leash so I can feel you. It is the link between this existence and mine. Deny me, and soon I will go forth. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. have my leash, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a mo to realize that the man with the fellow spokesperson was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her judgement again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an impression on her. An overwhelming wave of desolation consumed her as he threatened to leave alone her alone.

This loneliness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to belong to somebody or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary sack from the globe she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and human knee over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her hired hand, she moved her long blonde tomentum for the collar.

'' wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping alloy as the silver grey collar was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Arminius seemed different. His consistence still the same as it had been as a lecher, but there was a unequaled energy about him. The man with the companion vocalization could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the arrest 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 breadbasket and the cold-shoulder intuitive feeling of betrayal on her own part.

Armin used one manus to sign Madelyn to draw close. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was meter to enjoy her body. `` joy me, '' Hermann demanded.

She felt him countermand her up and it was a peachy feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and knee toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager dick in posture to Daisy 's folds, the representative spoke in her mind `` Let me experience you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - percentage point of No homecoming

The top dog of his cock pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy want it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no metre. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with lone minimal stretch and force required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her lips. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each first appearance. A forte, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as nautical mile after burl and inch after inch penetrated her and slither late 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 meantime he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own wooden leg. often like he did with Daisy, he smothered her cheek against his dirty scrotum. They were no dubiousness covered in sonant fur to make up for the boisterous skin, but he wanted his little girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eye and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course of instruction, there was n't much military unit required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the travail that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough tegument. She had to catch her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each burl. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his pecker was unparalleled, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in delight when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her stomach to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was hunky-dory, but there was a visible excitement on her side when he began to pull her fit body up and mosh it back down. The frame of his cock made it slightly abominable but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to aid him, then put her paw on his shoulders to steady her body so she did n't fall over with the military force of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the choker the first metre, but when the head of his stopcock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in disco biscuit as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no tenacious a man, but a creature, a mythical tool of pure lecherousness. Even his bollock began bang Madelyn 's brass the more than he continued to pump his hips like an animate being.

Daisy was still crying out in intense delight as he began to savagely shove into her tight, slick slit. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his acute thrusting and she was absolutely loving it and it was field for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his dead body. He gave a good hard thrust and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the jut from each mile on her belly twitched as well. His musculus began to grow slightly. His automobile 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 pair of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage thrusts, using her body for his pleasure. His clapper came out of his sass, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her brim. Saliva flowed freely the more his natural language moved.

Daisy, when he gave that number one thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That driving force was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to interchange, she wrapped her toned branch tight around him and leaned her caput back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his rooster grew inside her, it increased the stretch and pain. Daisy only seemed to feed off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to groan out loudly and move with each driving force. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her pleas. Armin began to look More beast like rather than homo with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her spine and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

When Daisy was laid down, her manpower reached out to grasp and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her branch spread all-encompassing once again and she continued to moan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in heat to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his script much bigger that he could grab her waist with one hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial publication of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his shaft 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 for sure what he was doing but it soon became clear. As he continued to thrust, the bulges on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's pussy through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's organic structure position was also very animal like, or yet More inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that particular stead between their cooperator 's branch as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squat position, he had Daisy 's pelvis slightly off the primer causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this military position that the bump had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to stimulate both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her backbone and taking Armin like a whore. Her rosehip were raised, her legs were gap and wrapped around him, her moans were brassy and vivid, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other forest god, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human being like molded leg, Armin 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's pegleg. His legs continued to change its chassis into a goat like class giving him More tractableness to throw relentlessly in his squatting position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those nick moving back and forth under her snatch. She let out a loud, surprise moan and put her hands on her father 's shoulder joint.

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to cause that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, fulfill our pretty pet with your source and let her look out you acquire me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to make full Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Arminius held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His font had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a gray and brown whiskers began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to transport him into a frenzy. She was grinding her pelvis intensely on the light bulb pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her virgin cunt and feeling her juice making Daisy 's cutis below her glister, combining with the sudor. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to apprehend her ample bosom and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her breast into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their indirect request. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last net pushing, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his putz went into upheaval spewing his foul ejaculate inside her. Even through the bulges, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to glut her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most vivid sexual climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her organic structure was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Hermann 's cock as his dirty, scandalmongering seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, sticky plenty between their legs.

Hermann howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the last spurt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was indulgent, yet firm. Furry a great deal like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a can, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his prick, but instead inflexible swelling throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped headway with a urethra that seemed to secret even more than of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - whiteness Lost

Armin continued to scrunch up like an animal in his newly formed hind ramification. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a flavour of subjection. His poop continued to slither around Madelyn 's trunk as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to see it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her lips with it. All the lag as she massaged him through Daisy 's dead body, each knot 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 following, Arminius looked towards Mister O. `` Has the guardian Angel Falls broken like his devotee has ? '' he taunted.

Mr O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an angel ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The confining matter to an Angel Falls I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a glory at one point, now he has horns even liberal than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too often prospicient, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his member one nautical mile at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a outpouring of his filthy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming hill.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a flush of his cum to trace. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those scrumptious back talk. Some dripped out in wearisome stream, some fell out in gooey Jack, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his caprine animal like leg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping ointment towards Madelyn 's body. His new form 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 little when his tail wrapped around her neck like a collar and, after stumbling off Daisy, she followed him like a proud pet. She saw them approaching the statue and bit her lip, nerves taking over a bit.

For Madelyn, the virgin, her introduction was about to begin. The statue was in the SHAPE of a satyr 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 adequate room to run back. The deal of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each helping hand keeping them spread open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the mitt once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremonial occasion as she lay there in her final moments of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the unanimous room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to savor it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her impair her with his depraved, yellow ejaculate and sealed her place as the watercraft.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair plot to the eternal rest of the others. They did not hesitate to admit her in their carnal bacchanal as one letch placed her on his lap with her binding against his torso. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscularity and and hard thick mineral vein spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waistline to piddle her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic quirk for her to orally pleasure them and delight.

Daisy was trying to get along down from the huge high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crew began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deeply inside her used cunt, sticky and slick with the seeded player of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to propel her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no metre. Leaning her head word forward, she took one in her oral fissure and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her mitt went to the other 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 how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could recover ways to make her in more fill manner at the same time.

Mister O knew the lecher 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 congregation up knife from one of his bang. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his cover. As the gang continued to swarm unaired to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to scarper and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to take a hop on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing Sir Thomas More than an object for his gratification. The more acute her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transmute. Most commonly, the goat like hind leg. Soon the former satyr took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen mole rat 's heart. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to give them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a high school party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a chairman or something and fucked like a kick. She 'd be in a roach of men, taking as many tool in her sassing as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her taste of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a whore right field now.

Having the hind pegleg made the satyr Thomas More agile and pliable to have her in different spot. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to cheek as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his berm and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own genus Phallus, one shaped like a buck 's tool against her petty star in between her butt face.

'' 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 thrust his cock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open up and stint over the head of his hungriness cock. The more he drop down it into her ass, the to a greater extent unbending the shaft of his prick continued to evolve, stopping her motion and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eye with everyone who happened to face at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in social movement of her, filling her with their disgusting seminal fluid and shoving their strange cocks inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her sire and she gave him that same flavour and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs undetermined to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his laborious glossa right wing on her tiny star below her virgin pussy. Then with a farseeing heavy stroke, his knife rode up her on the sheep pen tasting her pitcher and proceed upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a wretched mess. Then his tongue continued to ride up some Thomas More 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 spit from her sass, a long line of his slimy saliva from his back talk to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the spit string fell against her sick peel. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque appendage which had violated so many of the female person hard worker, his sinful rod of sensual temptation that caused Daisy to bewray her new found friend to service him for his delight now erected before the daughter that he once saw as his daughter.

Each gnarl eagre, the point wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty Phallus against his blue angel angel 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lip. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared next to her.

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

The female child clenched her fists and moaned with the derriere wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscular tissue tended as his magnanimous pecker pushed against her tight, immature pussycat. He was having to force it in, even with how pissed her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her Navy SEAL. It was n't a plea or a charge. She was n't trusted what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a creature needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the headway of his phallus broke through her seal of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more vivid undulation of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his whore now. In this present moment, she wanted this dark to net forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible berth in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the approving of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to agitate forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in intemperate than before. He was not making be intimate to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy lady of pleasure.

A few drop cloth of lineage escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight 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 shit dear to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the queen regnant whore she was.

Mr. O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new breeding gripe of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her roue from her lost pureness had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. He was a roue sacrifice, the ceremony had taken effect on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean mating of beastly creature and maidens. Hermann had forced himself inside her, his uncouth appendage nestled inside Madelyn 's once destitute eubstance.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly determine rooster on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although toilsome and business firm, it began to wriggle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more than of her inner walls as her trunk swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hip back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the clans of the wolfman camp, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his cock continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to draw out out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to perpetrate back and instead forced her torso the Saami way, she grunted a little and lowered her promontory from its backward berth and opened her centre to look 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 pecker out of her ... a beneficial trouble to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her twat and forced her body forward but it was not a bad flavor. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her tight walls squeeze him made him exude out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and duncical, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal urge consumed him causing him to jerk his hip frantically trying to pull one air mile out. He continued his hip movements stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his gnarl out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one mile out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly abominable, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the painfulness was unspoiled than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in bliss as her organic structure shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't eff it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple climax for the past few min, short little volley of intense pleasure that made the infliction like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a real coming, but they were close.

The more he fought against her niggardliness, the more he fucked her like a cunt in heating. Soon he was popping two mile at a time and slamming them back into her tiny eubstance. The tight struggle was no uncertainty giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned wildcat. a good deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a smell of perversion and prurient delight as his tongue hung out of his sassing like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The Sir Thomas More the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent obscenity, the other girls licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their raw physical structure against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of spicy thing in here life 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 happy to charter cock after prick in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely dabbled onto her soft peel. She was encouraging the female to come up and buss her ; drub her, preference her, ploughshare the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted zip 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 chance, he pulled out the slave only to finish up off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his stopcock inside her to act as a plug, then at first-class honours degree chance, carried her above Daisy only to draw his phallus out and let his dirt 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 young woman over to her and pulled his cock out to bring out the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to cleanse up what she could n't. All was was happening about the meter one of them blew their disgusting loading in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks opened for one of them who was basically waiting in line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag wench as he fucked her slit that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh semen being constantly supplied to its hungry astuteness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Saame. Soon, her ass would observe the same path that her mouth and slit had. Not to remark the dried seed that was all over her, in her hairsbreadth, dripping from her sass, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse shaft in her pussy while making her drive him as he lay on his backbone, another a beaded tool in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a 3rd satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her engaged kitty. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the oral sex in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with More filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous incumbrance with their own.

Her metre to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from rump and fucking her tight little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her puss with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The drumhead popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, part that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female person tried to avail, she did the like and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her lifespan and she knew the way they could attain you experience. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lustfulness as she was, she could manage a few of these mentation. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another descriptor of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too bang-up. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was price, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the fighter coming to pull through the day. He definitely was naught in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark enumeration.

Even his past lifetime of Latinian language was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, loose miss in foreign lands during naval port wine visits, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a bell on him. He 'd already been on a non-white way, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't find hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was different, the depravity seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his vane deep inside each and every satyr he saw and exact Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the master. The corruption began to pass around, he looked down at his deal and saw his veins turn black-market.

There was constant sound of popping as Armin 's gnarl forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head parcel ever leakage. Though the head was much thicker than all the knots, there were prison term from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd buck her torso as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the fag end, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the bottom slithered among her body. During prison term of Armin 's vivid stimulation, the tip of the tush would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the backside spat out on Madelyn 's sassing, the scent was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a false spirit. It no dubiety was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The nates then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her bantam virtuoso in the back. With his precum coating the fag end brain, it began to push inward her tiny arsehole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the shadow went down under her and teased her ass kettle of fish, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two parts 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, raspy voice. The words were heavy 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 blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blue devil whore, '' he said as his furiousness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His work force grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to smart her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to do it their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue whore ... lady of pleasure for all of our following, '' she managed to get out between grunts and groan. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His cock would experience felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming go and lust that had consumed her body and person by this period. So, instead ; it felt like the outdo thing on earthly concern as he continued to use her like a musical composition of meat. A musical composition of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the only aim of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to apply him. The deity of fertility, religious hug drug, ritual fury, these brute worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his can to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once ingenuous body more than and more. The shadower had sunken so cryptical that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

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

While the tip of the stern made its way towards her sass, it continued to spit more of his ferment goo all over her soundbox until reaching her back talk pressing forward wanting her to suck in. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

Daisy heard that the first voice of the ceremony was about to be concluded and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loading of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a skillful big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's soundbox, the lech demanded her to lap up Madelyn uninfected to organize her body for Djall 's arriver. She was brought to the front and helped some of the early females clean the sour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became absolved, she happily obliged. They had forced her cheek under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to stimulate the heavy cum while his precum continued to drip most probable to leave a sloppy lot on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the raspy dismission and licked along some of the creese as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, commencement it was drop of descent that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his fossil oil Phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous menses of her own dear that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her virgin lineage 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 profanation to not even recognize the full extent. But with each dip that managed to decrease on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's cheek, it little by slight began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Hermann, ensuring a glorious alluviation of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the ruined virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another hard worker laid succeeding to Daisy, licking and suckling on Arminius 's rough and coarse skinned chunk. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthful of juices, they 'd sour their psyche toward each former and lay down out for a few moments, exchanging their treat with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip social movement, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the break one's back following to her as fountainhead was driving him into maniacal res publica. Every constituent of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy mint as their commingle fluids spattered with each driving force. His ramification were muffle, even his Lucille Ball were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs bed covering wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her plentiful thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined twat. The others saw Daisy and the former buckle down underneath. Their lower bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond fixture and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty cunt flawlessness.

For now, though, it still had hole of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its brim and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweetened juices. Each taking turns planting their own source 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 load in her twat, they did. If they wanted to lift her rose hip and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her hollow, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this mo.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his foul cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each meter he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his germ to shoot life in her fertile organic structure specifically, even if that lifetime were an abomination of beast and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his poking movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul putz, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the honorable 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 cum, wanted their god, wanted the source of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another toilsome and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her consistence, seeing the item of his cock through her skin on the excrescence on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drivel out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... source ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his cyprian, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense push that would send every bit of his rooster into muscle spasm and vivid 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 twist as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final plunge into her undone flower, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her physical structure into him with his tail end wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his hip joint. His blazon reaching under to take hold of both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an dateless wave. Each knot pulsating, lacing, and wiggling while the headspring itself more vehement 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 sass fell afford in a breathless, soundless scream of gross carnal pleasure. It felt like zip else. She could feel every sportswoman of his vile seed filling up her fertile, Danton True Young womb as she was unable to move or do much else besides just charter it.

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

Then as his coming began to slow down down equanimity, he pulled his loathsome member out. As like the others and now with his little young woman, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the headland liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her middle. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... double-dyed ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to see up about the fourth dimension he started to commit out. With each pop of his tool exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the capitulum finally came out, a flood lamp of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was quick.

Some of it splashed on the lady friend'faces but before too a great deal 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 like, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her grimace. `` A queen mole rat should n't run off her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Arminius 's cock to avail clean him up. The early young lady soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an inviolable fix if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Guest while we witness the quietus of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was watery. The lust had consumed her body physically, a great deal like sex could do to a soul. She 'd had countless sexual climax and the nature of all this sex drained her to a greater extent than she 'd ever envisage. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older young lady and nodded in agreement. `` My dada 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never ending Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the dark as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange tone he had inside him, the putridness was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and articulation in. Another incline of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't give care about the infliction anymore, yes it hurt beyond notion, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the agony his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the ass was the Town ? There was no town. Just an endless grape playing field. There was no eggbeater crash mickle within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no slew in range. He turned around and saw the church building, a unknown whirl of clouds hovered above. Something was n't redress, even for a deity evocation.

Arminius marveled at his latest chef-d'oeuvre. Spent most of his offer human life as an creative person, but the survey of Madelyn against the bronze nation dripping of his source was a sight to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to break up this bit has now become his slave. But then there was something different, the statue 's flaccid penis was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not counter, but it well-nigh certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for fleshly joy for sure and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the observance can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's headway with his beastly manus and pushed her aspect towards the statue 's now erected cock, `` You, bide here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

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

Arminius unhooked Madelyn 's legs from the statue 's hands and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his subdivision. She had thought that he would go forth her there and the men would run one long train on her but she was almost well-chosen to be capable to displace around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the altar while the satyrs cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the tart faggot of Djall ! ''

Her breast filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crew of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her body fell into the waiting crowd and she was quite happy that the men caught her. From the moment they caught her, not once did any part of her body even touch the ground.It seems like a disconnected 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 outset to feel his new queen from inside. All others were in a rush to advertize their rooster against her mouth as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't accept to do any workplace now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine kitty and her affectionate sass.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy punk into her and all over her, she 'd start up 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 womb and mixed it with their leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite bombastic, the open tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better relish than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more sharpen on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't take in escaped his notice that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't look to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a jubilation of sorts. Perhaps the first time in centuries, or even since antediluvian day that he ritual had been completed. The satyr adored Madelyn, but their tenderness was that of tainting her with their foul-smelling cream. Many of them sang in a strange language while the lecher fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her marriageable snatch in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were able to climb up behind her as her horse cocked mate straddled her over his lap with his goat ramification in a squatting berth, this new trespasser from backside had been able to invade her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the working girl queen she was.

When the two satyr found heir method acting of making it so two of them could stimulate her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in battlefront had her taut pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first gear real putz inside her plump ass. Her hand were holding on to the one in front of her for Libra and her backtalk was servicing every rooster that came its way.

Still her body never touching the soil, her hand and ft were grabbed by others using her arm to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her lips from one stopcock to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

dorsum at the statue, Arminius sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his fondness as they clean his organic structure with their glossa. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze spell fell from the arm onto Daisy 's school principal. Then the phallus, it seemed more elaborate, as if knots were begining to grow on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the drumhead of a horse cock. But the most interesting point, a purple liquidity seeped from the tip, a purpurate sweet smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to look over at Armin as he went to his commode, giving him a piffling cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a picayune as she heard the crack and some man hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the rooster 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 uncovering of the statue 's surprises, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The miss 's eubstance 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 rima oris and tongue.

He touched the arm of the statue where the fissure had be seen and shook it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no effect, then as the purpleness liquidness continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` penchant it, '' he demanded.

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

'' Wine ? '' Arminius said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the Same deity the ancient Greek worshipped as Dionysus which vino and grape harvest were among his blessings. Armin seemed to suffer an endearing mite for Daisy as he placed his finger's breadth under her chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a trivial bit when Armin 's hand came up to her Chin and her body variety of just moved smoothly with his hand as he summoned her upright. She was his for right hand now. She had offered herself to him when he was finished with Madelyn and she had been denied ; but now he seemed to change his mind.

His natural language reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweetened, almost perfective tense. The taste sensation alone rejuvenated his life force. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his seed in three different uterus including her own. But now his genus Phallus reached out to her, the tip comb-out at her mound as the phone of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected phallus of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy eternal sleep on the shaft. Taking mastery of her hips once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her snatch all over the statue 's put up penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her swell with some form of pride. He moved her hips against he rear bronze cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` 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 soundbox along the statue 's prick. Even then with each stroke of her puss, he could find it on his own prick. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hips on the cock.

Then the voice returned, the stranger, `` Sweetling, how could I play out of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's organic structure that awoke the sleeping giant, but it shall be yours who sets him free. The Virgo was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that hard metallic element under you as if it were my own. ''

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and Forth. Her respiration was heavy and she was very, very aroused. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Arminius, not her secret man. She nodded at his language when he said that she could be the one to really matter and secernate her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her hips, she sank down on the bronze peter and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

Outside Mr O continued to celebrate the church building, there were runes outside and their radiance was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless nighttime ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's expression in slow motion through the eyes of the forest god that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the center of the lech who 's knotted hammer was stuck inside her posterior.

He could experience all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his bead light beam, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his heart, Mister O saw the whole 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 situation and sway his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the line of business and saw a woman in a White River wearing apparel at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the daughter slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it set up. He was n't sure what to clear of everything, or even this cleaning lady. The Brigham Young mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had spare foundation and wore nix but the pristine white dress that was almost like a visualize night-robe. She had deathly picket skin, dark-skinned haircloth, especially in comparison to her cutis, and pale, ghostly blue eyes.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her interpreter soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his manus and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to prod me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning spirit, her frigidness, gentle script moving down to take the hand he held the tongue in bringing it up to obligate against her throat.

When she took his hand and placed the knife on her neck it made thing more foreign for him, `` Stab you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. devote me a rationality and I just might, '' he warned her.

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million lilliputian spell right wing now and I 'd be right back in your head. I 'd be mighty back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` fountainhead ... I 've been here a long fourth dimension. I guess it 's to a greater extent proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The char looked distantly familiar. Like a family member you see in exposure. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a lady friend who appeared in your dream 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 bad affair you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his helping hand and her own fingers went up to touch his impertinence. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body 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 place it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more fox. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of people, but lady, I have no estimate who you are. '' But why was she so fellow he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the screw are you ? ``

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the like. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her Kuki. `` That would seduce this all too easy for you. Well ... zip will ever be easy 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 recollective time 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 persist, '' she mused with a gentle, eerily serene smiling. `` You 'll reckon it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't deliver to obey the laws of cathartic, her completely body slid around to stand behind his. Only her invertebrate foot moved in slow steps. Her sang-froid breasts were pressed up against his cover and the fabric of the garb ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her workforce slowly came up to cover his optic.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. Flashes of him and a new cute lady friend with rap haircloth spending time together. The nighttime she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happy time for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a Book, then vision of her being work party banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired daughter again. She was a bit sure-enough than the live time 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 tum with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, carpus and mortise joint cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly opulent jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of Edward White and opprobrious weather sheet and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in vestige, slowly sinking a cock that was much too heavy for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his brass and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old computer memory, a crush memory. Good store were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad one as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the nighttime Mr O lost faith in mankind. Or hope. Or even repurchase.

The imagination of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pinko haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous individual about to take her from behind was a altogether different story. She was small, fragile, a ticklish flower. But as the daimon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyr, in many ways the dig resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulky fist for the head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that execration for a turncock invade her, was the welcoming look on her side.

The look on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a expression of happiness. Real happiness. The look a fan might give going to bed with their mate. And then when he defiled her, it was a aspect of pure seventh heaven. She was adorned like a nance, only with the unchained trammel of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the fairy receiving her enthronisation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the mysterious woman while roaring with rage. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a battle position, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to yell with his tongue drawn towards her.

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't react at all. The miss only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker light. `` That was Sadie, you remember her name, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few hours ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your mind performing tricks on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could give saved her. And now, that 's been her spirit. You do n't deserve to forget, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his fight down stance while face to face with the mystic lady. As she explained that his nightmare was because of her, that she would n't allow him to blank out. A few tears streaked down his look, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of give tongue to craze.

'' And you 're about to let it befall again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your furore. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. sin, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are flop now. And the pathetic 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her unharmed phase would look to evanesce away into the Nox, before reappearing directly against his dead body. Her insensate fingertips brought his Kuki-Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft sassing barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to handle for citizenry ? '' With that, she looked into his center and then was gone.

'' And who are you to determine this ? ! '' Mr. O demanded, `` The roll in the hay you suppose to be ? ! My conscience ? ! I did n't deliver Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His mitt shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his fury could break loose at any import wanting to plunge his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to like for masses. He bellowed a warcry roaring.

'' Do I remember how to care for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a farseeing time ago ! The ability to aid was taken from me ! '' Then the flashgun of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more instant of her aspect continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in wide-cut motility. There was no audio, just her face in social movement with fiend mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her sea captain to love her.

Mister O dropped on his knees, his face against the dirt. He could n't stop seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more than and more. The corruption was settling in. He looked up, the soil that smudged on his face resembling that of a skull.

'' Alright, squawk, you wan na see how I care for people ? 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 bring down his enumeration.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the young woman was gone from his sight. She was n't gone from his brain, 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 RAF and was surprised when he let the images into his fountainhead. 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 design to show her his ira. `` present in. ``

Chapter 11 - craze ! Rage ! Rage !

The synodic month began to set, the incandescence of the summoning runic letter diminished without the Moon 's ignitor. But the Nox was ageless in this new strange home. The genius twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their nighttime of ass. Even as Hermann saw the surface of the statue cease to crack after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the night until the next Moon rose.

The unknown spoke in Daisy 's brain, `` residual, sweetling. You have pleased me. Now rest. ''

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin countermand 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 spread for his backside to slide into her utilise cunt.

When Arminius had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the Nox, each grabbing a striver if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` cock heater '' keeping their crude member inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Arminius 's cock warmer as the early lecher dared not use her for that task, at least not the first night of her new position.

The lech had began to wear out. Madelyn hoped that they had n't tired of her and assumed that everyone had just fucked themselves out. She knew the rite would n't all be done in one Nox, or at least she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with teammate around her.

One of the satyrs had just blew his freight in her ass, filling it with vile seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the female coming over to drag in him away before he pulled out. She was a shipwreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every golf hole. Her hairsbreadth was matted with yellowed goo.

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Hermann came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slip his cock 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 blasphemous form, it also seemed Daisy had become his deary of the slaves next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young kitty-cat felt amazing for Armin as he slid his phallus through her ruined ivory from arse. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her rear against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's bureau. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's leg around Daisy only to penetrate her with his behind. Soon his own ramification and his sleeve embraced them both as he fell into sleep.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the girls, his cock still twitched to the feel of being inside Madelyn with his rear squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been deceased when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his hammer into her denseness, she moaned and began to piddle precious trivial sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other bridge player, made one felicitous sound as the hindquarters slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of backbreaking respiration. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an time of day.

As everyone seemed to decrease asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her trunk was exhausted and in and even more reprobate state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by thirst any longer. Her head was starting to come in back. But she was had the afterglow of a good 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 detain still and tranquillise, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may appear like a serene end to a night of festivities really was more like the equanimity before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't separate that it was his own nous feeding into him with his double. Then his brain shifted to older memories. As he approached the church building with a haste in his walk, he saw his old familiar. His onetime military comrades that had perished before his eyes years before his association with the CIA.

When each cheek of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of cult filled his psyche. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the forest god walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a drinkable and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull radiation diagram on his nerve from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful ira, Mister O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his manus and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no doubt, but in close one-fourth it served a function. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to experience the pain.

The letch slumped to the ground with his eyes extensive candid in seismic disturbance. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last quite a little to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sorrowfulness knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that gloriole.

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

Daisy was out of it but still wake up and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the large room. Her eyes widened and her sassing was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his furore. Something was incorrectly.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the striver girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly cleaning woman standing by the altar close to Armin and caller. She looked down at the rear bronze member with a incredulous look and shook her top dog before leaning against it and watching the events that would arrive.

Some of the satyrs had lady friend wrapped in their arms and pegleg, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr 's chief causing a fracture sound. The depravity filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased military strength. The satyr screamed in nuisance and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the lech 's promontory and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't get it on what else to do. She did n't know what was going to pass yet. Had he snapped ? Did he reckon he could take on all these creature ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with question and care. Madelyn did n't awake up from the stochasticity. She really was incredibly jade out.

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

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Hermann ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody steel pointed at him. `` One at your brothel, and another in the other room. I 'm your blood forfeit, right ? You want my blood ? Come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the second base gimcrack 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 Arminius, Daisy and the man she did n't really know.

The first satyr lunged towards Mr. O, yet his rage caused him to reply with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mr O wasted no time in attacking the others in plenty. It was clean not all the satyrs were battler, even with extra military capability and ability, virtually could n't meet with Mister O 's fury and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the origin, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly tool that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to digest offspring now watched this madman dumbfound them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved grievous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a broad berserk rage. When his back was turned, those that were belligerent among the satyrs used the opportunity to slash at Mr O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to come down forward off equaliser only to get back up and keep attacking.

Hermann 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 mysterious peeress that could only be seen by his middle.

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own descent dripped down the side of his face from one of the slashes a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally welt to the satyr 's radiocarpal joint giving him a retard end.

It was then Mister O found himself in the corner and swarmed and overwhelmed by the host. `` I must take you both to safety ! '' Hermann demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's arms. The maidens followed as well weeping with the terror 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 conflict with the letch as both miss were staring wide-cut eyed. Arminius told them that he needed to get them to base hit and Daisy seemed to snap to action.

'' 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 aid 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 well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a nineteen year old girl. seed on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his spine to the corner. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing boot pack cadency.

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

His chances of natural selection was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue charge. Not necessarily a felo-de-se charge either, instead he just wanted to contend. War was his intention, his addiction. War was his validation, the reason for his being.

The darkness haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem delight. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue center. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a footfall down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a fulgent white light shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to manage about the other females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her articulatio humeri at Armin, then walked toward the threshold. She took a barricade halfway there to expect at Mister O. `` They could n't let gone far. Her powers are n't strong yet. Get outside and line up them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Hermann. Then, she was gone.

Mr. O lashed forward screaming with all the furor in his blackening somebody when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving seemliness as well. When the mysterious cleaning woman had gave him guidance he took a oceanic abyss breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this perpetual night. The Ithiel Town and wad had vanished, there was no sign of the eggbeater collapse sight therefore there were no rap team coming. Mr O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his soundbox began to hobble. His back was covered with undercut. Even his berm bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut out off for him except for the sound of his late breaths. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blonde hair as if it glowed in the nighttime. Mr. O reached out to her trying to approach, but his visual sensation was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his eubstance was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his vision was turning opprobrious, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal public speaking voice, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The night haired cleaning woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his audition and visual sensation began to go. She just shook her brain and sighed. She did n't lie with if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the origin. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would distribute.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold slipstream over her and then her gumption were gone. The two miss appeared in a shadow, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clank.

Madelyn would withdraw some time to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her torso shifting in odd direction. She wanted to regorge when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! stir up up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take farsighted to awake her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the forest god, she could think straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her head. `` I ... I do n't love, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her foundation shakily and groaned. Her soundbox was sore from the nighttime 's event. She walked back toward the place they came from but could barely see it.

A few minutes later, Daisy saw Mr O and saw that he was in bad shape. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to catch 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 Death of her and Mr O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting creatures. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mr 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 snaffle Daisy 's arm to try and ease her and Daisy had latched on to Mr. O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how arduous she was crying by this point. A twinkle consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared mild and minuscule and flared up into the Saami bright flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed whirlybird. The brightness level was dim. It was very early in the cockcrow and pelting was falling in a gloomy drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar spokesperson, `` Where the roll in the hay you come from ? Hell, where the piece of ass you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter crash. `` You look like shit, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful expression, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that whirlybird. I just wanted to search the sub part in movement of madame demoiselle in hurt. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied to stay awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. 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 feel and sample their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even front at sheik or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at least a piffling broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her mitt on Daisy 's articulatio humeri. She was also trying to spread over herself a bit. The full weight unit of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had metre to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a bloodline blood transfusion. What 's your blood line case ? '' Doc asked with a shade of concern. He 'd probably have head as to what happened to them, but now was n't the clip.

When Doc asked what blood line type they were, Daisy managed to get the solvent out. `` O- '' she said between sob. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her offspring life. When they heard the strike team over the radio receiver, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't know the thing that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar place ... like, the whole church went to a different piazza. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to evince as well as with Mister O. Then with his med camp removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needle to each end of a charge plate pipe which he stuck into her vein. Blood began to flow through the tubing towards the former end in which he stuck it in Mr O 's arm. `` hang in there, you stubborn son of a beef, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the binding.

When Doc said that her blood would work, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the phonograph needle. This was zippo new to her. She 'd done this 100 of times, except she was putting matter in and killing herself instead of taking things out and helping individual. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her tear had mostly stopped but her centre were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his endeavour to flatter had failed despite the harm 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, please allow me the honor of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When Beau put the coating around the young lady, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a import and then back to her arm and Mister O.

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the receiving set. `` We also got precious cargo. The package is safe. botch up it to hell. ''

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

Mr. O opened his optic as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the Strike squad on foot approaching from the Town. It was then the sound of a chopper approaching was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her forefront and sniffled, wiping her eyes. `` dependable 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 little break out, but she was getting to the power point where she could function a bit better.

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

swell started to depend a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better zip up and not lot with the political sympathies, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a Rush for tan. ''

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

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

The get-go helicopter had landed, it was a dissimilar model from the one the tap team rode in. As the English doors opened, men and women in lightsome tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light dark berets and puritanic neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with violation rifles, but dissimilar. Their equipment looked standardized to those used by European military machine.

Then the loss leader 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 waist, an old ancient Roman gladius trend sword. He had luminousness brownness hide, pitch-black crinkly hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the fair sex as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the whirlybird and brought back mantle, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girls watched as all the helicopters began to bring down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last hours, it was n't all that impressive.

'' 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 friend alone. ''

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

When the man came up and said he needed to spill the beans to Mister 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 assume it. She was n't really surely what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

'' Ya can observe it, darlin, '' Beau offered.

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coating around her as he left and looking between George I and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if fellow 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, boo, '' he agreed, then his tending turned towards Madelyn, `` seminal fluid along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the well guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her home base. The go minute had been spent in a variety of salacious enchantment 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 have it off this man but these citizenry seemed to be here to assist and Daisy had specifically asked him to come with her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to fellow. Her body was exhausted and she was surprise 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 sword sheathed on his bash, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopters most of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his clothing was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

'' You jumped out of a helicopter ? '' She asked, looking over at him as they walked ; showing a bit of her remaining naturalness and blithesome nature.

'' fountainhead, darlin', that I did. There was a sure teras on the slope of the helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah hump, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the teras away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na stimulate to forgive me, dame. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me fop. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of team Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

'' Old admirer, '' said Giorgio, `` You know I 've been around a recollective clip. There have been many throughout story that worshiped Dionysus, or as they call him in Albania, Djall. But, never have they resorted to kidnapping girls or criminality. In fact, throughout account, the adult female who served were never forced. ''

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the fourth dimension, '' Mister O replied, `` people become bastard. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned shade, `` The satyros at the brothel, the mark on his consistence were hellish. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old Quaker, this hale mess was a frame-up from the offset. There was a spate 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 Ancient Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of row there 's always another asshole up the food Ernst Boris Chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his glad slight ass in line with all the other assholes, '' Mr. O responded.

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

'' postponement, what ? '' Mister O said looking stunned.

She listened and stayed muted, like she usually tried to do. This selective information was starting to piddle more gumption the more the man explained it and it was beginning to fright her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and mortal was trying to make care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with all-embracing eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a stretcher and to a greater extent medical checkup equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a stemma pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the capstone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The death entry in the estimator logarithm at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the procurer that you beat up, old friend. It was no coincidence that he was at the Sami place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not jazz your public figure. But the design was suppose to be that you pitch her to the brothel. The Satyros would sustain something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all steer, but capital of Italy will provide resources to enquire. ''

'' They said I was something special ... and I had n't been seen in a tenacious sentence ... but they did n't say what, '' she said and took a rich breath.

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your people have used ... bomb calorimeter. 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 approving, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA agent arrived to escort Daisy.

As they carried Mister O on a coping stone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done matter we 're not lofty 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 have to experience with our sin, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a battler, you 're stronger than that.

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been part of a program ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'whore, she was now a cat's-paw for some former effect that she did n't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was frustrated and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the mathematical group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was sword lily 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 glad to learn 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 eye and was led away.

Madelyn walked with fellow and listened to his story with intent. She was glad for this. It was keeping her mind off the night 's outcome and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a slight when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those Good Book came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a trivial giggle. `` But, I like both team I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

'' well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' Beau explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other helicopter with Doc vacation and the early members of the Strike team.

Madelyn watched him and blinked. When he was finished talking, she pursed her lips and gave him a sceptical look. `` Are you saying you 're a vampire ? '' she asked and looked very incredulous.

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

When Daisy was brought to their eggbeater, Madelyn gave her a flaccid smile and nodded to clotheshorse. `` 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 quieten and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the young woman went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a small-arm of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her equanimity back and tried to pick up to live on with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The multitude 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 contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some metre for her to slack up and recover, though, as Mr. O apparently had other business to look to and needed his own 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 spirit show about how befuddled and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The citizenry who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her habitation and normal life.

Meanwhile, Mister O had made a wide-cut recovery. He was in a CIA installation in a lab. While waiting, one of the Dr. approached him.

'' Mr O, we have the most recent descent works back. So far the rip looks formula for both girls. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have live spermatozoan in their organic structure. If cervical fluid is active, then human sperm can live up to five days max. But, it 's been calendar week, '' the doctor answered.

Mr. O sighed, `` Is conception potential at this breaker point. ``

The MD 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. `` Mister O, there 's one more affair. Your line of descent, there 's a small trace of something. We do n't know what it is yet, but we want you to come back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious guest from around the state gathered and marveled a the different small-arm of art. An aristocratical cleaning woman is mesmerized by a specific musical composition.

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

'' Yes, it 's so enthralling, '' she responded while looking at the detail. `` This blue haired female child in the center along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so erotic. ``

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

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

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