Broken Angel Falls

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Pres Young blonde charwoman named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few hebdomad ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She didn't do it with the limited design of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full-of-the-moon well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not palpate anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would ingest died if it weren't for her best admirer, It felt like she was the but soul she had left the only person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead 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 field, trying to get her thought straight and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go home. However, something felt different about life, about her consistency, her mind. Better than before, but different. She couldn't explain it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug dependency rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his nighttime causa, Negro polished chelsea iron boot and his neatly cut black hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a seedy beard covering heavy nucha on his face.

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

" Carl LBJ, my public figure is Mister O, ” the sharply spruced up man introduced himself only to perforate to Carl in the stomach causing him to fall behind his breath. " You don't look too good. How about we speak in buck private ? " said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the construction with her minor bag of belongings, she saw the setting going on outside the shopping mall. She gasped and couldn't supporter but sentry. For some reason she felt compelled to look on the fit, feeling an irresistible urge to and go up the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his stifle and began to pule, " Please, Sir, don't hurt me. ! Someone... assistant ! call in the police ! "

" okey, you wan na play hardball ? ". Mister O responded sounding in a frustrated tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a pistol, and pointed it at the man's head, " You know who I work for, so you also know that means the police aren't coming. You got until I count down from three before I end you. "

“ Three ! ” Mr O started counting, “ Come on, Carl, where's the girlfriend ? ”

Carl winced while covering his grimace as Mr O put the gun to his fountainhead. " Please... Stop ! " he begged.

“ Two ! ” Mister O continued.

" I... I..., " Carl stuttered.

“ lastly luck, where is your cult ? " Mr. O demanded with one last concluding word of advice as he pulled the pound 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 knee joint and was begging the precipitous dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the law. There seemed to be a miss missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she wasn't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her best to seem seemingly tranquilize in manner, she took a deep breathing place. After readying herself as best she could her substructure brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low representative, looking up at him. " Lux Omnia Vincit. ”

Mister O paused when he heard the girl voicelessness to him. He had been so occupied with the now dun man he didn't notice the miss approach. But, hearing the set phrase, " Lux Omnia Vincit, " caught him off guard.

He then turned towards her, while his side arm still pointed at the former man. " postponement... who are you ? Why did you say that phrase ? " he asked. It was obvious that idiom had a deep import 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 earth from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the scramble, the man had landed on his straits causing him to go unconscious.

" Hey, you gon na aid ? ", he asked Daisy as they hadn’t run far, " Seeing Assuming as you're comrade with ancient Illuminati code words, you're here to help, right ? "

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

She didn't know what the idiom 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 surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code word of honor. She seemed even more confused for a moment. " Illuminati ? " she said, gasping and blinking. " I... I don't know. Something just made me say that to you. What... what does it intend ? ", She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that great though, and only provided a bit of help.

" It means wanton Conquers All, ” Mr. O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy's help. " In the old days of my organization, it was code to move into surreptitious catacombs under particular towns undergoing research. Either way, it's not casual someone spouts out ancient code. "

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a bunch of multitude to watch, Mister O didn't seem to deal as he stuffed the man into the bole. " Okay, I don'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 pipe flying over us and I’ll catch up to you eventually. So delight save me that trouble, " Mister O explained.

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

As Mister O started the car, a computer screen emerged from the splashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automated representative spoke, " Greetings, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Friday. "

Then the electronic computer screen filled with various records, police force phonograph recording, medical book all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, " Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any confidential society, cabal, or phantom system. Have a good day. "

Daisy stared at the computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futurist and seemed to get laid everything about the office, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few sentence, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the I from the most Recent epoch overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also couldn't assistance but let out a piano giggle when it seemed excited about the TV display. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the covert submerged back into the dashboard.

" OK, so your name is Daisy, " Mr O began, " I'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, phantasm Spectrum sectionalisation. You can say we enquire and operate outside the realm of rule by social standards. But what's your story ? You some variety of clairvoyant ? "

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. " Nice to meet you, " she said softly. Then he asked what her history was and she ran a paw through her hair, looking down and shrugging. " I'm no one. A blue heroine nut who can never get her lifespan together, " she explained. " No... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean... I don't think so ? I don't know what's going on. "

Chapter 2 - amobarbital sodium Angel

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

" There's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, feel, you probably have no idea what the ass is going on. But, I need your help, " Mr O asked as he dismounted the fomite and made his way towards the tree trunk and opened the threshold. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder joint. " The front door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you unfold it for me while I carry this bunghole inside ? "

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing girl again. She wondered who this missing girl is, how old she was, how the man in the vertebral column of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her help 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 door, she moved out of the truck and went to open the front door. She looked back to see Mr. O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family dwelling. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in trade good order, lay aside for some rummaging.

" Her public figure is Madelyn, " Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the fellowship portraits that hung up on the bulwark. Among those in the portraiture, there was teen girl with colored blueish hair's-breadth, a really cute smiling and a girl next door type of beaut.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the category portrait as Mister O explained the spot in more item. She was so vernal and beautiful. Daisy hoped the little girl was okay, then had a thought and looked around the sign of the zodiac. " What about the female parent ? " she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. " She's not here. Did something happen ? " she asked, frowning again.

The blonde watched Mr O as he continued to sway the man towards the basement door only to open it and throw him in and locking him inside.

" We'll stack with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to poke into his remembering. But I wan na show you something, " he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many works of nonobjective art hung on the bulwark.

Daisy ran a hand through her tomentum, nodding as he explained the process. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing individual's judgment for retention, but figured it wasn't the uncanny thing she'd seen today.

" Her step father went missing about a few weeks ago, he's an art professor in the topical anesthetic college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, " he then pointed at a strange pattern within the art, " These are occult runic letter. He's using art to mask these runes. We haven'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 runic letter of any kind, she'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a instant and then back to the art. Running her finger's breadth over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. " I don't know how to do any of this... I don't know if I even can do any of this, " she said and sighed. " If he hid them in the art... they have to give some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to somebody... Do you live if the rune have any tie beam to, like, specific supernatural rituals ? "

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

He then walked over to the calculator in the support way which had a lozenge already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the household at least once before meeting Daisy. " Here's the mother, " Mr O explained as he brought up an clause online, " She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving dwelling house from work during a hit and run car accident. "

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

Maddie,

It's papa. I'm in worry and I need your help. I'm going to call you soon ! lovemaking you, my Amytal angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, " This email came in less than a week ago. Soon somebody at this IP reference began searching the deep web looking up various supernatural web site. Not the cheesy Gothic style material, I'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three daytime ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. "

Mr O then brought up police records regarding the man, " He's a jazz panderer. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able-bodied to keep their tuition toll. And face what we have here, the night of Madelyn's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. "

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. nada he was saying made the site any brighter or made her think the fille might be approve or slow to see. She watched him with the pill, showing her all of the information he had found. The young lady's female parent was beat, her Father-God missing, and now she'd been seen with a known homo vender. The email from the father made her tummy turn. It seemed... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

" This entirely affair makes me tired of, " she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. " The little girl is with her beginner... somehow. I don't know how I know. But there's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the lookup history... she's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me certain, " she said, taking a breath. " But how does that guy play into this then ? " it was Sir Thomas More of a thought out loud than a question to him.

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

Daisy took a cryptical breath when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. " Okay, " she said and watched as he went to the threshold. While all this was going on, she seemed a lilliputian shaken but fairly quieten given the situation. She walked to the front end threshold and stepped outside, pulling the battalion of cigarettes from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine equanimity her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

" Where is she ? ! ! " Mister O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging sound could be heard. The commotion was enough to cause the close-fitting neighbour to top out out the windowpane.

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

Daisy didn't pay attention to the neighbour peeking out the window, tried not to pay aid from the sounds coming from inside the house and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to happen next.

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

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

Minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the expressway towards the urban center. " You're asking how Carl Andrew Johnson connects ? He's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good funding cognitive process, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he's locked up in the basement, and don't worry, I have a team en road to wipe out his memory board, ” Mister O explained.

" I'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the fad. But, here's the thing, based on the family portrait and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a unassailable bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing play, she'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you call back the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? " Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the situation with the rage and the pimp, she nodded in intellect and ran a hand through her tomentum. When he asked the motion, she frowned a little and nodded. " Yeah, that is the enquiry and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the house gunpoint to something bad. I don't think he's the victim, but that's just my feeling. "

" I agree, something seems off about everything. I don't like it at all, " Mister O responded. He then switched on the car radio and the post playacting was that of the word. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by electric current events.

" Today the United Nation has recognized two sentence Alfred Bernhard Nobel public security Prize receiver, Sebastian Saint to conduct the new cultivating island off the seacoast of Greenland, just magnetic north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and private road to better mankind has made him the ideal choice for this new settlement, " the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

" Okay, here's the programme. I'm going in as one of Carl's flunky and you'll pretend to be someone I'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother boniface, I'll severalize them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we're going to happen some make out answers. But, stay close to me, " Mr. O explained.

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

When he started to explain the architectural plan, Daisy nodded confidently. " Okay, I can do that, " she said.

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself look the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer dress when she found out she was getting to impart rehab. She lifted her hired man and ruffled up her hair some and few lowly daub in her constitution and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary centre recently. She still looked pretty and didn't look like a huge mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

" Eh ? " She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a little grinning. " Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be prostitute ? "

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double takings. The feeling of her being worried no dubiousness appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the interior, but the mint of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her transgress matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for aim in lifespan.

" You look great, " he responded, " I mean you look keen in the common sense that I believe it'll pass. " And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a signboard notifying their ledger entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the residential district also lurked a mysterious sect of cultists using the community of interests to hide their shadow study. " Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some form. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D’above the door, " he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked dandy and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the itch or fix her hair. It was a short drive to the piece of the metropolis they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their terminus and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and rest home, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. " Is that it up there ? "

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

" Okay, we need to run the part from the get go, " he whispered. He then opened the room access for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit jolty with his treatment of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, " Follow my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Same maculation 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 function. " I can be a pretty good actor, " she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the hand truck. She didn't really mind the pugnacious handling. She knew it was voice of the act. She put a with child frown on her face and let him get behind her toward the construction. Every now and then, she'd turn her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she'd let out and baffle sigh and secern him to let her go.

Mister O didn't respond verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as character of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the commission towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with vacate room with the exception of old beds used for service.

inside Sir Thomas More homeless person looking strayer stood near the entranceway, no doubt they were sentry duty. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord's office, all the tenant whole doors were open, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college geezerhood, most looking strange were being forced to serve honest-to-god men.

One room in particular had a girl that looked about Madelyn's age, she was lilliputian with such a baby face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three older gentlemen inside had shut the room access.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated dissonance as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless person made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were precaution. When they got inside, she looked stunned. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the constituent since she'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the pathetic girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These inadequate daughter, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, " Wine, adult female, to which I act the giddy caprine animal, " he said to the people in the government agency. " I work for Carl Johnson, " Mister O added.

The masses in the office staff sat there and looked at him for a bit, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the dorsum of the place chewing on his food while he talked with a dense accent, " O.K., up stairs. Third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virtuous like girlfriend with grim hair. But, if not, okay she will set about fucking tonight for money. ”

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she'd be fucking multitude tonight. She sure hoped that wasn't true. " Let's go, " Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the office. As they made it to the stairs, he whispered in her ear, " Stay calm, I won't let them put you to work. But somebody knows something. "

But the guy did acknowledgment Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the step, Mister O told her she wouldn't be working and that there was indeed something there. " Yeah, he mentioned her, " she said and nodded.

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

Around his body were a dyad of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a nude fille appearing to be in her twenty laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr O noticed the Whitney Moore Young Jr. young lady had the man's seed dripping from her conceited vaginal back talk. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

" Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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. "

French horn began to come forth from his frontal bone and strange mark began to shine 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 didn't hesitate and drew his handgun, but the strange man lunged forward in one jump and grabbed Mr. O. " I know who you are. Everybody knows Mr O of CIA, " he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the room room access shut by itself locking Daisy and the early poor young lady with the strange man.

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

" Who I am is not significant, " said the man as he approached Daisy. A dim paced walk, with each step his flush thumped on the wooden floor, " What is important is that we bring Djall into this earth. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fecund bodies like yours. My reward....eternal youth. "

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, " Because of the boon Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to works his seed. " As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, " I can palpate it... Djall's issue will grow inside here. "

Daisy cried out again as she was pinned to the wall with his arm was around her, holding her there. " No ! Let me go ! Please ! " she whined and tried to crusade him away, looking over his shoulder joint at the girl and hoping she was going to try and avail.

He then brought his aspect closer to hers, his teeth were comparable fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a prospicient slash with his clapper licked her from her neck then ups the face of her face, " You smell and taste... unimaginable ! Your variety hasn't been on this earth for century ! 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 fragrance and taste caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a minuscule when he smelled her and licked her neck opening and face. His hired man was on her abdomen, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this clock time it was different. She needed something. Not him, but... something she'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The wight of a man told her that “ her kind ” hadn't existed on earth in a farsighted time.

" What do you mean ? I'm just a somebody ! Fucking let me go ! " She yelled and tried to stuff him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her more. And then gunfire erupted on the bottom floor, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunshot, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the automobile horn continued to yank and tug at her gasp until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunfire almost seemed eternal, the madden man with car horn didn't seem to care, instead he seemed he didn't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he didn't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a flavour of unsatiable lust in the horned man's face, he continued to talk, " You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two lunation when my kin plant Djall's seed into the virgin by the Padre, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his rule over this new dominion. "

She continued to press 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 luck to use it.

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a grotesque edition of a man's prick emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like semblance with odd conformation like that of a series of nautical mile and stud piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her second joint along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man didn't even seem to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She wasn't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not get through her, he savored the flavor of her pussycat rubbing against the top of the irradiation. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some party favour with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-regard.

Her eyes saw his vile hammer as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so unusual and scarey looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hip and put her manpower on his shoulders.

" So if I don't resist and afford your lord offspring, I'll have a gamey prospect of being rewarded for my service ? " she asked in a quiet vocalization. " Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, " she said and let her hands move back to her pectus, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of form, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a villainous one as she appeared to leave in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lip. It was a long skinny and forked clapper like that of a ophidian. His eyes also began to lurch as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her endanger skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall.

" Do I look like I want foreplay ? " said the man, " I am an animate being to cover the fertile torso ! ! " With that he moved his hips trying rub his unusual peter against her, angling it upwards to berth it to penetrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her work force to the bulwark and scolded her. " Well you seemed to be enjoying it, " she said and continued to look at him. Her words were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her pussy again, causing her to gasp in a very much different way.

But just as he was so distracted, the door salvo spread 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 shot rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her plight and ran up to the man who didn't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to crack him in the side of his head with a flying knee strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the beat man on the floor and fired a few shot, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O wasn't in danger of being hit by them. When the time was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mr. O open fired on him. The bullets were good against him, though being increased in power it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a normal homo being.

Stunned, the horn man complained in skepticism with his final discussion, " No, inconceivable ! I am eternal ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! "

Mister O approached and taunted, " If you knew who I was, then you should've known better and made sure I was dead before enjoying some aphrodisiacal clip with my friend. " He then looked at Daisy. " You okay ? " He asked while checking the immature little 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 assholes in the office, I think I might go say hi, " he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

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

" I don't know who you are, steady, but if you have somebody to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a morning time after pill and separate them what happened or as much as you can, " Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls hair and smiled at her, " You'll be okay. " Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the post, well-chosen the barb had ceased by now.

" How're you holding up ? " Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. " We have a containment gang en itinerary. They'll be treating the young woman, it's possible they're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.’If so, traditional medicine won't be able-bodied to help them. Let's mind back to Madelyn's family until we have more details. "

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a small bit and looked at him. " I'll be okay. Been through worse. well... kinda, " she said with a diffuse, uncomfortable laughter. He explained the billet and how they had access code coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. " Good, they need looking after, " she said. Nodding in concord about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. " He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin 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 U.S. ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of spring chicken and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the paintings were some sorting of attunement runes. A means to make her body capable of his banker's acceptance. But, two moons, I'm guessing it means we have two nights. " Daisy was glad that she remembered to recount Mr O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the prospect to do so.

" okay, this makes more good sense now. So Madelyn is a Virgin. Always a roll in the hay virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more storm they're here on US soil, abstention is not really a inviolable American tradition these days, " Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mr. O and continued to hear to him and then she said, " It does seem like it's always virgins, at least in the old narration and married woman tales. " She looked down and nodded some when he made the scuttlebutt about there not being many virgins in U.S., nodding and letting out a small laugh. " Yeah, not really, " she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while orotund caravan pulled in. From the helicopter, men and womanhood in tactical train fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to go up the building. From the new wave, many in dark suits arrived.

" Operative O, we will call for it from here, " said a charwoman from one of the motortruck with sorry tomentum which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, " This whole construction is now under quarantine ! "

" CIA phantom Spectrum clean up gang and containment, " Mister O explained regarding the sudden billow of hoi polloi in the dark suits with combat flush. " I was able to hollo in for assist when dispshit threw me out the window. "

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so alien to her. The charwoman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to check and she followed him back to the motortruck. " He... also said that'my form'hadn't existed here in a foresighted metre,'I don't know what he meant, " she explained.

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

Daisy shook her straits a few multiplication and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. " I don't think so... " she said quietly and tried to mean of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just in the lastly few Clarence Day. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. " No, of course. That's what's important rightfulness now. "

Chapter 4 - Family reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and toughie. Many roam with torches in their manus as they circle around what was once a church building that had been regaled in strange glyphs and scoring. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in tutelage. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the townspeople through the windowpane. He appeared in his forty and had 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 distich of men with one others in the device driver bum and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and confused. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she hadn't slept so well in solar day. No one would verbalise to her and severalise 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 house household by some weirdo and taken to a edifice replete of scumbags and pathetic female child forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to ask her but the men with her now stopped them. She'd been forced to strip defenseless and be examined multiple times. She'd only been fed gross, insensate solid food and given water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she'd been taken in, a cute skirt and tartan blouse with knee-high wind cone and flatbed to match. Her haircloth was messed up and her constitution was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church service, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to afford the side doorway. Though the two men in the van looked convention, those that stood in cloak and goon seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

" Blessed Djall ! The vessel has arrived ! subsidisation us immortality, " they chanted.

Then one by one they removed their cowling and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the brothel, they all had horn coming out of their forehead. 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 mass talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would secern her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cap, the teen's eyes widened and she couldn't help but stare. " What... what are you ? " She asked in her diffused, grating voice. A representative male child had always described as aphrodisiacal and mature.

" My blue angel Angel, " said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small minor, the man that raised her. " We have a lot to babble out about, my blue angel. You have no estimation how special you are, " said the man.

She was so bemused as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that interpreter ring out, her hide got even more pale and she looked like she'd seen, or heard, a ghostwriter. Looking over in the direction of the interpreter, she bit her lip and looked at the man. " Daddy... what is going on ? I've looked for you for so long. mummy... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? " the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she didn't know what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had outstanding affection for the young young woman, " Come, sit down, " he offered as he pulled out a hot seat.

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 promontory when he told her to take a bum.

" I've been sitting for hours in a halter van with four unknown. I'd rather tie-up, " she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her father began to explain the situation, " I know you have many dubiousness, mantrap, but there are affair you should know. I've raised you since you were young, but the accuracy is I've been looking for you my whole life and I've been alive a tenacious metre. When I met your mother, it was by stroke and I fell in love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her collaborator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How exceptional you were, and it was my nifty joy to watch you grow. But what you have to sympathise is that my living's purpose was to chance the true watercraft for Djall, for he can grant unceasing life.

" Then something happened, you grew to a adolescent. The many students I had taught in my college learning arts social class, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first yr of college and came to jaw me in my classroom. Do you commemorate how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glow runes, I knew I had to lease them domicile and leave them where Djall can ascertain you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to entrust suddenly, because I needed to let our comrade know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. let me to show you a new domain, " he insisted.

He was saying thing that didn't make sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft chronicle or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her nous and fight the tears building up in her eyes.

" runic letter ? What are you talking about ? I don't understand... this is all crazy, " she said with a sigh and shook her question more.

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

" I don't want their aegis. They're the 1 who put me through all this. Who is'Djall'? What is all this ? " She repeated one of her questions.

" What do you mean he can contribute mamma back ? You sound... looney. This is all crazy. I just want to go rest home. I want you to come nursing home, " Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her young figure, the youth in her font as well as her teenage style of wearing apparel. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was to a greater extent than just the xix yr old girl he raised going into college.

" Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to listen. I've been awake for a long fourth dimension, retentive than nearly. You see, I have found a way to cheat end Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italia invaded my home of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my kindred and I protected, " he explained as he revealed a strange legislative act made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His physical structure leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the sides. Another interesting particular was that of the forest god's member depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they've always been depicted as extremely phallic puppet.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her breast and watched her Padre as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and espouse the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some crappy sci-fi moving-picture show or Lovecraft taradiddle. It was strange to hear him verbalise like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

" What ? You can't be serious... you expect me to believe you're that old, " she said with a frown, running a hand through her prospicient blue hairsbreadth.

" They can't bring back mamma, it doesn't oeuvre like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it doesn't work that easily. Something will go improper. This is all weirdo ! " Madelyn said and then took a deep intimation, " Please tell me this is all some sort of jape ! "

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the sensory faculty that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his paw at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sensation of seriousness and a severe tone, " You may not translate yet, but you will, soon it will go crystalize " he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unknown foreign language.

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

" dad, waiting ! What is going on ? ! " She darted out and tried to follow him but the men stopped her.

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to preclude her outflow, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to sense her body with their hands. " The vessel is among us, " they chanted, " first base the one who delivers, then all of the concordat, then soon he shall total to life ! "

At first-class honours degree it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their workforce 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 girlfriend though as she was soon grabbed and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark walls of the church glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to burn. Her founding father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his forehead as exchangeable scoring on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth when her don began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the early men were just crazy and using some composition or something but now, she was KO'd. Her arm were being held and there were custody all along her torso, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no farsighted fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even address. This couldn't be veridical. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present meter, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center console. Mister O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a blonde woman that began to sing with a European accent, " Greetings, intelligence agent O,

" Alright, what do you ingest for me Gretchen ? " said Mr. O responding to the cleaning woman in the sieve named Gretchen.

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

Mister O seemed a bit storm by that, " A lech ? Here ? They're trans-dimensional beings, those types don't normally cross over. The asshole worshiped Djall, is Djall that powerful ? "

" Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was human Max Born and then transformed to a forest god, " Gretchen explained, " We have reason to think Djall is the Lapp immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greek as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy. "

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

" pedestal by, we will let you know when we find out, " she said.

“ Alright, keep me posted, ” he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could hustle down the window and have a fag when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any mean. The pack in her pocketbook had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she couldn't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the earpiece call.

She looked over at the womanhood 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 open up. When the call was over, she stayed tranquilize, not wanting to disturb his thoughts.

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

" The team is here, " Mr O explained, " Daisy, you've been a great aid, but you are a civilian and not a take aim operative. I'm sure you have dubiousness that needs resolution, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic computer code and the satyr implying about your form. But, you will be compensated for your avail today and we will be in bear on if you should adjudicate to discover reply to those questions. "

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

“ A driver will be here shortly to take 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 room access without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty a lot what she anticipated, the blond pursed her backtalk and shook her forefront.

" I don't... okay, " she said quietly and looked down, not certainly how else to oppose. She didn't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girlfriend returned to safety and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she didn't know what to do. " cheerio, " she said and waved a niggling bit.

But then something strange happened, an nameless entity began whispering in her judgement, " Open your mind, sweetling. Open it and you shall see. "

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church building as if she were there. She began to depend around and see all the matter going on. The contingent filtered in slowly, first was that of a lech completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were mess of young woman there seeking to give birth monolithic pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photograph as the Padre. She made her way end and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the John Cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingers in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go out of doors to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the trial by 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 preindication that left a clue to their fix. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, " Two lunar month Vineyard. "

The promote away from the church, the stranger the town seemed... or at least in the astral planes. A ignominious raven suddenly landed right in figurehead of Daisy, and then another. Soon a flock of raven flew in forget me drug around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the Corvus corax crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black bullet, a man in dark and deplume vesture emerged. The smoke seemed to exhale from him, but his brain was covered in a melanise bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his oral sex down and echoes of indistinct susurration continued to echo as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the sonority got louder, she covered her spike and shrank away from him before a duo of burgeon forth offstage surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

The stuffy the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his steel. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar gentle voice had spoken, " Wake up, sweetling, " he said, " I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. heat UP ! "

Daisy opened her eyes. That was Madelyn, from what she could see and those looked like cultists or something. Daisy composed herself and went after 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 fuddle, " What ? " he asked as the situation surprised him. " What did you see ? " he asked.

It wasn't that he didn't believe her, he knew well enough to bed that there were other personnel at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the study long enough to get it on considerably than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always well to play on the incline of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

" cum inside, " he instructed as he opened the social movement door.

Inside, the theatre was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics probe of the house. Mister O continued into the house trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how engaged the modest family dwelling had gotten since just a few 60 minutes ago. There were a lot More people here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their paraphernalia. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the service department were a few men in different geartrain, rather than the suit the others wore, they all each had on regular vesture such as denim pants or payload with tee shirt along with pitch-dark tactical gearing. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in fussy was uniquely dressed in fashion designer clothing. While the military looking unity had scruff and beards with short hair's-breadth, this former gentlemen had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than throttle, he was armed with several throwing daggers and a fight blades.

" well, O, glad yah can join us, " the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her " well hullo, darlin & # 039 ;, the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just anticipate me swell, " he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed magnetic though his center were a tint of red with pale hide.

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

" Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short-circuit one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowhand Ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate " One sentence " Jesse Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you please excuse what you saw, " Mr 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 pull together her view a bit. " I saw a glum billet, maybe a church. But not a formula one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in night clothes, doing all kinda material to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue haired daughter, Madelyn I'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird's eye view of what I think was grape domain. That's... that's it. "

" grapeshot fields ? " Mr O thought. " Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, spiritual ecstasy, ritual lyssa, and wine qualification. A hedonic immortal. It would make sense if they chose a topographic point near the harvesting of wine, like near grape vine sphere, " he said as he began to alter out his clothes into jeans and a t-shirt with charge and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exclusion of Beau continued to take care on the map.

Beau being his normal self tried to take a crap light of a life-threatening situation, " Well, cher, I wouldn't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, " he said as his smile revealed fangs, " That is only if ya let me. "

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the cognitive operation in his head to see out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to see at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his Fang.

" Okay, swell, not right now, " Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouch of his vest, " Daisy, there are respective possible locating with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? "

" Two Moons vineyard, " Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, " I saw everything, it was, depraved, wickedness, and intimate, " she said and ran a hand through her fuzz. " The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn's in a batting cage, watching her forefather with the others. "

" Two Moon Vineyard ? " Mister O replied to confirm her statement, " Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they're engaged in depraved acts, then it's happening tonight. "

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

" I'll assemble a chopper, " said Big Papi.

" Well, doll, what is that ? " said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven plume stuck on her foot. "

When fop leaned down and picked up the feather, she looked at it and sighed, shaking her head. " I don't know, there was some man there. I think he tried to stamp out me, " she said.

Mister O and the eternal sleep looked at each other for a mo, " We need to incite now ! " said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his berm and holstered his pistol on his second joint holster. " Daisy, what you saw was a shadow specter. They're bringers of death and doom. They’re usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist attacks. "

" Or all over Sunshine State, " Doc vacation chimed in.

" Either way, if they're around then that means death and destruction is coming, " Mister O explained while making his way out the house and into one of the truck. " I doubt they're summoned by the Djall worshipping bastard, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall's summoning is sure to result to mass death, " he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a niggling bit. " That makes gumption, " she said quietly and ran another hired hand through her hairsbreadth. She didn't order them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and question about. She might ask about it at a later fourth dimension, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black person Raven pile

The drive in one of the hand truck wasn't much significant. A lot of the team penis including Mister O spent near of the drive locking and loading their gunman and calibrating their scopes.

" We got a fix on Two Moon vineyard, " said Mister O, " Only problem is, we have various towns that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we're airborne, you'll need to help us identify which town looks companion to you. "

fashion plate however sat there sharpening each of his blades, " Don't ya worry'bout a affair, darlin & # 039 ;, " he said, " Ya got a lamia watchin'over that cute lil bottom of yours. "

" Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! " smash Team manipulator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscularity head type.

" We're here, " Big Papi called out, " Strike team, let's go ! " It was obvious Big Papi was the bang team drawing card even though Mister O would head the investigations. Big Papi appeared to be the oldest among them all. " OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! " the quondam leatherneck yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she'd have to help them work out out which town was which. " If the others don't look anything like that one, it'll be loose to assure, everything's dead there. Like a waste, " she explained, then gave Beau a petty smile as he spoke. She wasn't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she didn't mind it too much.

" Don't ya trouble, cher, " fop said to Daisy as he dismounted the truck, " I'm not one to be tawdry... at to the lowest degree not outside the bedroom. "

When fashion plate spoke again, Daisy gave him a little smirk and shook her chief. " Me neither, " she said softly with a insidious flash. Then, she looked at the helicopter with reverence, having never been on one, and nodded at Mister O before following him.

Outside of the truck in an undefendable domain, two helicopters with spinning vane awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate " One meter, " and hawk boarded one whirlybird while Doc Holiday, dandy, and Mister O headed towards the early. " 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 dark blueness seemed as Shirley Temple Black as the dark itself, unmarked and solid in colouring. As soon as everyone boarded, both eggbeater took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her caput simply in reply to what boyfriend said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her persuasion, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to complain her out after all this happened, and go on about her life-time. She'd try to get a rule job, avoid her old ally and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a chopper in the middle of some unearthly shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the bound on inverse remainder of the chopper with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each former over the tacky propeller haphazardness as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, " We're crossing state line, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. "

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

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

" What's that ? " Daisy asked, but her motion was soon answered and there were more authoritative things as the early helicopter caught on fire and started to go down.

" O, we have a tincture shade on board, " Big Papi reported while gun blast continued in the desktop, " It vanished, but our bird is going down ! " Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a great deal of raven flew along slope of the whirlybird, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Corvus corax poofed into disgraceful green goddess and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their helicopter and she didn't know what to do as she watched the patch pilot was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his side arm to shoot at the ghost. It vanished and appeared on the face of the chopper slashing away at the engines. fellow unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the chopper grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

" O, We're going down ! ! " said Doc holiday as the helicopter began to spin out of ascendancy. Daisy was frantic when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but didn't know what else to do.

Doc tried his best to take control of the helicopter, but he was no pilot program. Mister O on the former hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, " keep on ! ! ! Don't let go, " he instructed.

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

In the thick of the topsy-turvydom, he saw her face and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to look her part for the whorehouse which caught his tending, perhaps a sensation of attractor he felt. Though he wasn't going to let in it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control whirlybird was as though he glimpsed something Divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help oneself her brace for the impending clang.

As the chopper went down, Daisy's breathing place hung on her chest and she closed her eyes miserly and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She wasn't sure what happened side by side. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the adjacent few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct clang but still reel around and slide across the vineyard like a walkaway train that had been derailed at high-pitched speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her metrical foot stopped touching the metal flooring. She couldn't see but she knew they weren't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the priming coat, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would find themselves somewhat safety on the ground, far from the crash. She'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mr. O opened his center and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The eggbeater crash site was a good mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a mystery.

" Daisy ! " Mister O called out as he shook her. He then looked around and couldn't see Doc anywhere when suddenly he was struck in the vertebral column of the head by a blunt object.

" Take them both, " Madelyn's begetter ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. " The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special requirement of her. Let them witness our glory, " Madelyn’s father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the Christian church to extend their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first off little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her farsighted journey, and gagged because she wouldn't stop crying and asking interrogative. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rituals in front of her and it seemed to take some essence on the young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual vitality of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more Stoic. The old Night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the woman in the furor took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and handwriting bathed her. She didn't fight it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatize that she could do zippo but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the lawsuit she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself couldn't centering on the sentiment long enough to estimate out what was going on in her own learning ability. However, the intellection of her father using her for such rituals still made her require to break into tears.

After the bathing tub, the women had drawn a few symbols in different home along her buxom trunk. She didn't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch Thomas More sexual rite, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremonial occasion would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mr O. She hadn't been knocked out by the impact but by some personnel she didn't know and she'd gone into a thick, dark eternal sleep that didn't end until she awoke inside the church building. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very miserable State from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may feature been done by the men ; she didn't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their figure, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she didn't think she'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comments about her trunk and some of the char had said she could be another of the rage's sexual sacrifices.

Mister O didn't know how long he was out, but another stir of cold water was thrown on his face giving him a jar to finally wake up. He'd been out for quite some meter, 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 father, " It is necessary for the blood sacrifice to watch the virgin sacrifice. "

Mister O laughed and then acclaim blood, " Is that suppose to affright me ? Your name is Hermann, that's not exactly intimidating. I'll die laughing if your hold up public figure is hammer. And here you are trying to rally a low rate immortal so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall’on Wikipedia to learn more than about him. "

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

Hermann didn't look too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. " Soon your laughter will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful world, " Armin warned.

" Yeah, whatever you say. I wouldn't count on becoming founder of the yr with that attitude, " Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his hide. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new night had shrouded over the state as the immature moon shined over.

" Let us commence the pleasance and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to savor ! " Armin announced.

Just then, the debauchery continued between the lecher and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure slave for the ceremonial. Armin, Madelyn's father appeared to be leading the sendup as a lot of the hard worker wanted to proffer 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 present the get-go of the ceremonial occasion. A ado of butterflies filled her belly when the slave approached the Cage but there was another tone there too. An involuntary one of zeal and desire. When they opened the coop, they didn't have to drag in her. After a import of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her custody and help oneself her whole step down from the weapons platform that the coop was one. The offspring adult female was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to extend herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its briny result, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be function of the festivities. " Bring the cleaning lady Trespasser, she will now join in Djall's glory, " Arminius commanded even though he was consumed by his prurient urge with two of the female person slaves.

Daisy's middle widened as she saw Hermann instruction for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a unshakable traction of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her forefront and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely affect against their grip. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to stand just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of compunction hidden in that smile.

One char in peculiar sat on Mister O's lap taunting him and holding his human face in the counselling of the altar. " You'll get to watch your supporter become one of us, " she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from bottom. The spot was definitely an inapt one for Mr. O. It seemed once the lecher got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the proportion of male person to females was clear more with the males. To every two or three male person, they had to contribution a female person among the grouping. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. very much of the satyrs'nails were like razor precipitous pincer as they tore into what was left of Daisy's clothing.

Daisy's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done combat, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how knifelike those nipper were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was magniloquent than Madelyn and more slim down, especially since she'd lost about of her baby fat by now. Her soundbox had a little more maturity date to it, though with slightly pocket-sized breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her wearing apparel, the women started to deck Madelyn with jewelry and finery the the likes of of which she'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to savor this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to attain or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. 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 finalise her regalia for the ceremony while her Father continued to hurl and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While most of the forest god thrusted savagely into their female partners like feral animate being, Armin stood there breathing hard while the woman he had been pleasuring him moving their eubstance to serve him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to develop like the others. He had grown his automobile horn, but much of his grimace still resembled his humanly form. His nerve still intimate to Madelyn as her forefather.

The other forest god'lower body were furry, a lot like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained homo shaped wooden leg. Though, the odd matter about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped cock. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good rationality as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the sporting house had the same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal astragal, but the head portion was much Thomas More of the common mushroom bod. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as tremendous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the shaft appeared to let out 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 muscles relaxed some and she just variety of watched the deprave human activity that Armin and the females were performing.

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hired man and led her to her father. " Give your daddy a kiss, " she insisted in a very raunchy tone while he seemed to be in a strange enchantment while his tool penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transmute, and it was even more evident they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in straw man of her Father of the Church and told to give him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a second but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to touch inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate buss, letting her sleeve wrapper around his neck.

As Madelyn was brought over to her father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her weapons system. She didn't conflict or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their body nearly touching hers. She could see their stopcock and how standardized they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a soft little groan escaped her brim. There was something so... depraved, yet perfect in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from fanny, his knotted shaped rooster began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a decimal point of foreplay. The other with the cavalry like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped turncock teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm more and shut down her eyes as her tegument flushed a trivial bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the center of receiving oral exam sex, though not quite as intense.

It wasn't too long until the one in the gage let out his forked lingua as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slide along her skin. The other, also having a prongy tongue licked her from the bottom of the inning of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her cutis, her intimation caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to bask the touch sensation, even as the former started to thrash her.

There was something about Daisy in finicky that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could suffer their dominance any back. Then behind the lecher in front of her, a shadowed man with a familiar articulation appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, " Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to resist ? Tell me what you truly want. "

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at kickoff Armin's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the anthesis Pres Young lady he raised since her puerility. But the more their osculate continued, the more he couldn't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seeded player. As he did so, not only did he continue to transubstantiate while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the forked tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the early woman. It was easy to tell. Madelyn didn't lay off the kiss, breathing out through her nozzle and bringing her body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her oral cavity, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his glossa explore. She wasn't the best kisser but she definitely put the effort and lust into it.

Passionate kiss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to smack her from inside her mouth. pleasurable groan became beast like growl. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his natural language from her oral fissure.

And she easily guessed what he was going to do next as he pulled his glossa out of her pharynx that dripped his now thick spit which almost seemed slimy compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her articulatio genus as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In battlefront of his daughter, his pulled it out one naut mi at a meter causing a popping speech sound with each knot that escaped the woman's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the drumhead of his prick seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head portion seemed to continually move and twitch like a flexing muscle. " Clean it up, " Armin demanded, " my blue angel. "

The young girl was pushed down to her knee and she looked up at him with her big green oculus, licking the blockheaded spittle off her backtalk. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. " Yes, Daddy, " she said and then looked at his peter.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the beginning taste, she was all about it. Her spit went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to have no problem with her look getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find out. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each poke, Arminius's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each grayback touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out to a greater extent of his seed. Watching his little girl use her glossa to pleasure him began to eat away the manhood he once built raising her. Never realizing that he'd ever see her face below him servicing his night desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to affect the others as the energy became more vivid. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar interpreter spoke in Daisy's mind again, " Do you want that inside you ? Do you want to try out it ? " He asked.

The actor's line seemed to sink into Daisy's brain as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the youth girl lick her father's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice 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.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her dead body. It was then he commanded her, " Teach the Virgin how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your torso to make him transform once more. "

As the vox commanded her, she wasted no meter 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 meter, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her oral cavity eagerly, going as mysterious as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head and stroke what she couldn't take into her mouth, closing her center and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No turn Back

Armin roared as he felt her sass bob on his cock. While inside her rima oris, it was illuminate his dick reacted to every single signature. The other two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it wasn't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy's juices had the final ingredient to chip in each one their final exam form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the forest god laid down and began to sample her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and fall in a rhythm with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand... and mouth.

Her point bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spittle to mix with his juices dribbling down her Kuki. This didn't slow her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn's hands and put it on the portion of the cock her lip couldn't scope, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse peter knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to pervade her, he simply wanted the beam of light to rub against her virginity. " Soon I'll be inside of you, " he whispered in Madelyn's ear, " I've opinion of nothing else since the whole drive. first base your Father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. "

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her pussycat and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to whoop it up in the words and the tone of his teasing. She then opened her optic and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower component part of the cock enthusiastically, a lilliputian smile coming to her face.

The striver that had serviced Armin began to join in as well. One rode on top of the satyr under Daisy while the other cleaned under to suck on the tip of the prick rubbing under Madelyn. It wasn't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two pets.

The letch enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful spirit on his aspect, a perverse look of gratification even if he wasn't penetrating her. In his idea, he was feeling the pleasance of royal family under his night perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his peter while she stroked the beam of light while rubbing it English 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 shaft against her virgin pussy brim, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her male parent's turncock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the previous girl, obviously experienced, suck her forefather's cock.

As to a greater extent satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her fondness, " Allow me to pleasure you, our holy vas ! " they begged. The other satyr were touching her and begging her to let them delight her and she moaned and responded to their touches and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and lecher continued to draw unholy love above him caused him to plain the couple away, but as it seemed they didn't react to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

" 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 nous onto the shot of his beaded cock and slid their backtalk towards the tip where his precum oozed out. " Show your fan where your trueness lies, " he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor for a moment when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the nook of her eye and heard Arminius speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the large prick between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her tongue run along the cock and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic look... but she couldn't arrest.

The lustfulness was too strong inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large egg as her sass pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to percentage it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as lots as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to find out, 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 cold-shoulder sense of affection towards her. But nothing that would break his marrow over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to articulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole berth was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the total mother wit of perfidy corruptness ? Djall was the deity of joy, not pain and betrayal. somebody else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much view into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his fellowship and there was not very much else she could say. She felt awesome for him having to watch this, but she couldn't stop herself. It was a bit humiliate, but only a small portion of her could care rightfield now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to work out her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his backtalk like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a jet of dark filth.

Meanwhile, the forest god with Madelyn couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to contract his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy find his horse like rooster pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the messiness on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the forest god pushing her tight stage together and form of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft peel of her thighs and she knew there was a missy at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

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

Madelyn opened her mouth extensive, having his precum and both her own and Daisy's saliva all over her rima oris and mentum. She took her male parent into her mouth, closing her lip around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy's forefront movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the miss's wooden leg, loving the taste and look of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his rosehip each time Madelyn bobbed her header forward trying to feel her deeper inside her rima oris with each driving force. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue sky Angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in Service to his god. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to twist like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn's eyes were wide. Normally she would own closed them while doing something like this, but she was too cognisant of her environs and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, encompassing, green eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Fatherhood and over at Daisy. The tool in her mouth was going deeply than it had in Daisy's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than Stanford White. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life sentence as a veritable man's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate skank. Becoming overly excited, Hermann pulled Daisy back up, but only to muffle her face on his rough skinned clod.

Being a letch himself and from his finis transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin's miserable eubstance finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry peg, the cloven human foot. His testicle had coloured skin and a musky odor to it. It was not a strong soundbox olfactory perception. Instead, it was more like the odor of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his shaft into Madelyn's mouth, the more his testicle continued to repress the lower parts of her side under him.

It wasn't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy's consistency wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from can in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her butt impertinence. Before anyone had realized it, many hired man were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his back, with his branched glossa the satyr continued to lick Daisy's sweet garden pink flower. His clapper stretched out much foresightful and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were deep. With each lick, his drivel coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn's kitty-cat as she straddled over Daisy's lap, her off-white sealed with a paries of her soon melt innocence hovering over his expression made him insatiate as he gave her one long stroke of his tongue along her muliebrity. Meanwhile the former satyr didn't mind licking her butt hollow, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his prospicient tongue and gave Madelyn pleasure she'd of never imagined before this. The early letch rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly didn't seem to bear in mind. She just kept working on her father's cock, swallowing all his scandalmongering precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the berth. With deal movements, he commanded all others to plunk for away from the two. A slave had brought him a chairperson to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious genus Phallus. " Let the virgin and the two-timer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their dead body and clapper, " he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more into their animal turpitude.

Daisy had been about to provide her slit to Armin since the faint figure had said that he needed a final shift, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a roofy of vitiate satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they weren't getting to affair already but didn't look too upset about the bid. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to have out fiercely, wrapping their arm around each other and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongue dance in each former's oral cavity.

They'd move from that every few present moment and clean the cum off the other's face and then go back to their kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to bray furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this animal saltation, showing her unseasoned partner the ropes of being with another woman.

The dwarf man with the familiar voice emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and easy vocalisation heard only by Daisy. " There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can immix and finger you. These depraved wight, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also bear on me. Do you want to sense me ? Do you need me inside you ? " He spoke only within her mind.

The early lech appeared to be going in a fury as they watched. And then there he was, the shadow man as he stood succeeding to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, " Sweetling, " he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow voice now spoke through Armin, " Do you require this around your neck, be mine for infinity ? Australian crawl back to me, sweetling. contain my Phallus in your mouth one last time before I take your body. I shall claim you as mine. "

Daisy heard the interpreter in her headspring and her mind screamed that yes, she did need him inside her, wanted these depraved men inside her. But then hesitated. As if clock time had stopped momentarily.

He was in her brain again, " Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not desire your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can find you. It is the liaison between this existence and mine. Deny me, and soon I will go away. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you'll be alone once again. Take my neckband, hold back me tethered to you....always. "

It took her a instant to realize that the man with the associate articulation was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when sentence seemed to stop and he spoke in her judgment again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming undulation of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to go away her alone.

This loneliness had always been give in her lifespan, she always felt the pauperism to belong to someone or something. It's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the Earth she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her handwriting and genu over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her back talk, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her farsighted blonde fuzz for the collar.

" Wise choice, " he whispered in her thinker. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the silver shoe collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy's oculus, Armin seemed unlike. His body still the Lapp as it had been as a satyr, but there was a alone energy about him. The man with the conversant voice could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar crack around her cervix and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her abdomen and the slight tactual sensation of treachery on her own part.

Armin used one hand to signal Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to enjoy her body. " Pleasure me, " Arminius demanded.

She felt him plagiarize her up and it was a great flavor. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy's example and crawled on her deal and knees toward him. " Yes, pop ? " She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager shaft in position to Daisy's sheepfold, the voice spoke in her mind " Let me feel you, sweetling. "

Chapter 9 - period of No proceeds

The heading of his cock pressing against her slit backtalk made Daisy demand 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 enceinte, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimum stretching and personnel required.

showtime the twitching head that burrowed between her back talk. Then each burl that seemed to beat with each entry. A loud, deeply moan escaped Daisy's lip as nautical mile after naut mi and inch after inch penetrated her and slid deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged late inside her.

Armin sat there like a business leader as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn's head between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her cheek against his nasty scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to make up for the jolty skin, but he wanted his little girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there wasn't often power required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the fierce skin. She had to catch up with her breather 3when she could but she didn't seem to mind.

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

Daisy cried out in pleasance when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her snatch. She thought she was going to bear to do all the oeuvre, which was mulct, but there was a seeable excitement on her boldness when he began to extract her fit body up and slam it back down. The physical body of his putz made it slightly terrible but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvic girdle to attend him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her trunk so she didn't gloaming over with the personnel of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the neckband the first sentence, but when the drumhead of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in go as her body was brought up and down.

It didn't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Armin was no farsighted a man, but a animal, a mythic wight of pure lust. Even his glob began slap Madelyn's face the more he continued to pump his hips like an brute.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a unspoiled operose get-up-and-go and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His French horn longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting dyad of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eyes were astray as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage poking, using her body for his joy. His natural language came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Snake and slithered around on her lips. spit flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first poking into her, spread her legs blanket around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasance. That thrusting was hard and beastly. When he began again, after he began to modify, she wrapped her toned pegleg cockeyed around him and leaned her question back, her weapon wrapping around his neck opening.

As his peter grew inside her, it increased the stretching and painfulness. Daisy only seemed to eat off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and impress with each thrust. " Make me yours ! Please ! " she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to appear More savage like rather than human with his rapid driving force. He laid her down on her cover and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

When Daisy was laid down, her work force reached out to grasp and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her legs spread broad once again and she continued to moan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in estrus to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat just and reached out to grab Madelyn. His branch seemed a bit longer now, his hands much fully grown that he could grab her waist with one hired man and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial 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 wasn't sure what he was doing but it soon became clear. As he continued to thrust, the protrusion on Daisy's belly began to rub against Madelyn's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn's kitty through Daisy's body.

Armin's physical structure side was also very animal like, or yet More insensate. Rather than thrusting while on his stifle as about would in that particular position between their spouse's legs as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting stance thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy's pelvic arch slightly off the earth causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the extrusion had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn's virgin drop. It was this combination of being able to perk up both girlfriend that was expediting his shift.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Hermann like a fancy woman. Her rosehip were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were loud and acute, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Sir Henry Joseph Wood beneath her. She was in animal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy's legs around his organic structure as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyr, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shaped legs, Armin's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy's legs. His ramification continued to change its soma into a Goat like form giving him more flexibility to hurl relentlessly in his squatting positioning.

Straddling Daisy's belly, Madelyn could palpate those mountain pass moving back and forth under her cunt. She let out a loud, surprise moan and put her bridge player on her father's articulatio humeri.

" Oh, pappa, " she moaned out. " I can't wait to have that interior of me. " She was overwhelmed with lecherousness and basically begging. " pappa, take our pretty pet with your come and let her follow you take me as your vessel. "

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn's consistence as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverse looking to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a gray and Brown byssus began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his natural language hung out like an animal.

As the setting continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to get off him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hip intensely on the light bulb pressing against Daisy's peel, letting all of them craunch against her virgin pussy and feeling her juices making Daisy's skin below her glister, combining with the lather. While this was still going on, Daisy's hands came up and went around Madelyn to compass her ample breasts and squeeze play and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her pectus into Daisy's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their regard. Arminius shoved his cock into her with one shoemaker's last final examination push, he slammed his member deep inside Daisy as his cock went into convulsions spewing his filthy cum inside her. Even through the bulges, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to oversupply her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most vivid climax she'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin's stopcock as his dirty, yellowness source began to flood her womb and flood around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, sticky mess between their branch.

Armin howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor earth tremor pushing out the last spirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet house. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn's consistency as it exploring her.

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

" Oh, she's loving it, dada, " Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new appendage and gasped. It only took her a moment to grin and figure out what it was. " Oh, please, " she moaned and opened her back talk, looking at him, her hired man still massaging his putz under Daisy's skin.

Chapter 9 - purity Lost

Arminius continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind pegleg. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere atonement, instead it was a tone of conquest. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn's torso as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to moderate it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her back talk with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy's dead body, each knot massaged contracted and pulsed on its own as she gave them each care.

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calmness before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Armin looked towards Mister O. " Has the shielder Angel broken like his buff has ? " he taunted.

Mister O looked at Arminius with a sinister grin. One that spelled fierceness all over his face. " Me an holy man ? " Mister O scoffed, " The closest thing to an saint I'll ever be is Prince of Darkness. Even then, he had a halo at one point, now he has horns even bigger than yours. I didn't, just a.45 on my hip since the get go. "

" Still brave, but not for too much longer, " Arminius said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a prison term from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a gush of his smutty germ cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming pitcher.

Daisy moaned as each of his international nautical mile popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious lips. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey stacks, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his goat like legs, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream 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 opening and led her to the bronze statue.

Madelyn grinned a little when his tail wrapped around her neck opening 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 letch as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue's lap, the position gave her enough room to lean back. The men of the statue was held out which Madelyn's pegleg were placed on each hired man keeping them spread subject. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final moments of her virginity. She was now perched in nominal head of the hale room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they'd get to revel it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflower her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her office as the vessel.

" brand me a queen, " she whispered, mostly to herself, looking at him with an intensely sexual look.

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crew. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the residual of the others. They did not waffle to include her in their carnal bacchanal as one lech placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscularity and and strong thick venous blood vessel spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their priapic oddment for her to orally pleasure them and relish.

Daisy was trying to get along down from the vast in high spirits she'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to prompt and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr's lap and it was bare moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her expend cunt, glutinous and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to run her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no sentence. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one wasn't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she wasn't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find fashion to have her in more satisfying path at the Saami time.

Mr. O knew the satyrs had one big fault, their appetence 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 fold up knife from one of his thrill. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his ski binding. As the crowd continued to swarm nigher to the statue, Mr. O had used the opportunity to escape and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to spring on his lap continued to use her body as if she were aught Sir Thomas More than an object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transubstantiate. Most commonly, the stooge like hind legs. Soon the other satyr took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be desirable of their new queen regnant's tenderness. Or so they believed. Those with already female mate seemed to use them solely as fluffers to hold open them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool company. She'd ride mortal until they were done with her while rotating between two or three hammer with her mouth and manus. She'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a kick. She'd be in a traffic circle of men, taking as many cocks in her rima oris as she could, as straightaway as she could. They had filled her with their vile germ, given her taste of it, came all over her brass and body. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs More agile and compromising to have her in unlike positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to typeface as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hired man on his shoulder and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own Phallus, one shaped like a sawhorse's peter against her little star in between her stub impertinence.

" 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 shove his dick into her fuddled ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole surface and stretching over the head of his hungriness cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the spear of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her cause and letting the men on either face of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting optic with everyone who happened to look at her. She was giving them looks that said she couldn't time lag for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange tool inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her begetter and she gave him that like look and didn't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall's statue with her legs outdoors to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his heavy tongue right on her tiny lead below her virgin pussy. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folding tasting her pitcher and continued upwards riding up her body. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a concentrated slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his clapper continued to ride up some Thomas More until it found its way in her sassing.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her back talk and then as he withdrew his knife from her mouth, a long line of his ugly saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her consistence. The blue haired girl moaned as his knife explored her organic structure and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale skin. His fundament rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her pelt.

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

Each knot eager, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy's dearest. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue Angel Falls's pureness. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her mouth. His hands around her shank. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared following to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as cancel. He began pulling her body towards him, his can slightly tightening up with the intensiveness. The head continued to coerce its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girlfriend clenched her fists and moaned with the tush wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscularity tended as his large turncock pushed against her tight, young pussycat. He was having to force it in, even with how inebriate her cunt was. " dada ! " she cried out as he began to crusade against her seal. It wasn't a plea or a complaint. She wasn't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drip with more tommyrot as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his genus Phallus broke through her seal of purity. whiteness forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more intense wafture of lust crashed over her. She was their tabby now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their hammer in every possible berth in her soundbox. 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 advertize forward again ramming a burl inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in harder than before. He was not making love to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy working girl.

A few drop curtain of blood escaped her snatch but not much Thomas More than that. Her pussy was tight and Lester Willis 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 didn't want him to take a leak dearest to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to eff her like the animals they were, like the queen 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 nurture gripe of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her ancestry from her lost innocence had dropped on the soft phallus of Djall's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the soil and writhed in nuisance. He was a blood sacrifice, the ceremony had taken effect on him. The more he tried to cower away, the more pain in the ass he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of putrefaction, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean conjugation of beastly animate being and maidens. Arminius had forced himself inside her, his vulgar member nestled inside Madelyn's once innocent consistency.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly shape cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots didn't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although hard and house, it began to wrestle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to sense More of her inner paries as her trunk swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless voice. She didn't quite thigh-slapper out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasance were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a little hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and scratchy voice made it firmly to send off very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the dick moving around inside her, she couldn't help but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to thrash it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her pitcher had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such instance were known to happen with the clans of the werewolf coterie, 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 pull out, but still found himself stick by inside her. It was a good feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the brute like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her consistence the like way, she grunted a small and lowered her head from its backward lieu and opened her eyes to look down in confusion. The tightness now really bury in for her as she realized that he was so big that he couldn't get his pecker out of her... a proficient problem to experience in her psyche. She grunted, groaned and moaned every prison term he yanked on her pussy and forced her consistency forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

beingness stuck inside her and feeling her tight bulwark squeeze him made him transude out his precum no doubt. Though wretched and slurred, it aided in the lubrication process as his primeval urges consumed him causing him to buck his rosehip frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip drive stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots 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 painful, and it was, but luxuria had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was unspoilt than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his dance step, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She didn't know it, but she'd been experiencing multiple climax for the past times few transactions, unawares little bursts of intense pleasure that made the pain like cipher she'd ever felt before. They weren't what she hoped she'd soon palpate, a real culmination, but they were close.

The more he fought against her concentration, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her lilliputian body. The tight struggle was no uncertainty giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a looking at of perversion and lewd delectation as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an brute while his slobber flew with each vacillation.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn adjacent. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the distaff hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The Thomas More the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent grunge, the other girls licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked consistency against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She'd done plenty of blue things in here life history 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 study cock after tool in every muddle they wanted, swallow all their cum that wasn't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the females to come and kiss her ; lick her, penchant her, share the turncock with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to hatch or occupy her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy's kettle of fish showed chance, he pulled out the hard worker only to finish off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his putz inside her to act as a plug, then at first-class honours degree chance, carried her above Daisy only to rend his genus Phallus out and let his skank 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 other young woman over to her and pulled his cock out to expel the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to clean up what she couldn't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting cargo in her ass. Once she was done with the miss, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks open for one of them who was basically waiting in stemma to squeeze himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her eubstance like a rag doll as he fucked her bitch that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh seed being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Lapplander. Soon, her ass would surveil the same route that her back talk and pussy had. Not to mention the dried seeded player that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to change state more insane. One had already been pumping his sawhorse pecker in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his vertebral column, another a beaded shaft in her ass as he mounted her from ass. Then a third satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied kitty-cat. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only capable to fit the head in, a striver seemed aegir to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animate being, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her metre to think was short, though. She was riding a gracious, big cock and had another man mounting her from butt and fucking her miserly little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt 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, share that cunt, " she cooed and smirked. As the former female tried to help, she did the Same and stroked him happily. " Now part that cum with me. "

Daisy was gone for the time menstruation. She didn't know if she'd come back from this, but she'd done many drugs in her life history and she knew the way they could nominate you finger. It trapped you in the meter you're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be goose egg else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lecherousness as she was, she could manage a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this position, she'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lecherousness was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he couldn't continue further away, the pain in the neck was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was monetary value, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the paladin coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in equivalence to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a glum reckoning.

Even his past life of romanticism was anything but romance. Instead it was loud one night stands, loose female child in alien lands during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this wickedness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he didn't flavor scathe. Not the least bit snap off hearted. Instead it was different, the subversion seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to absorb his blade cryptical inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to have it off her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoilage as the victor. The subversion began to diffuse, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn sinister.

There was constant audio of popping as Armin's nautical mile forced in and out of Madelyn's folds. Not once did the head fate ever relief valve. Though the school principal was much thickheaded than all the knots, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he'd jerk her consistence 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 body would move, she'd gasp or groan like she had before. She looked down and watched the cock going in and out of her, mesmerized by the sight.

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn's indecent defloration, the tail slithered among her soundbox. During prison term of Armin's intense stimulation, the tip of the fanny would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few times the fag end bicker out on Madelyn's brim, the smell wasn't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour flavour. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in example that was what he wanted.

The buns then ventured under her dead body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her petite adept in the cover. With his precum coating the buns top dog, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised pant as the tail went down under her and teased her ass cakehole, starting to crusade in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the notion of having two parts of him inside her.

" You've had all of me, " she moaned and leaned her fountainhead back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. " Now I'm your noblewoman wild blue yonder, " she mused in her sexy, raspy part. The Logos 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 peeress blue sky, " he said with a very animalistic growling. " My blue woman of the street, " he said as his furiousness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It wasn't that he was trying to suffer her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his backtalk. " Yes, papa, your blue whore... whore for all of our followers, " she managed to get out between oink and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His dick would ingest felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming go and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the skillful thing on terra firma as he continued to use her like a while of heart. A piece of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the sole intent of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, chicken ejaculate into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The immortal of natality, religious rapture, rite rabidity, these animal worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his hindquarters to dive deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent soundbox Sir Thomas More and more. The tush had sunken so recondite that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tush was still new and the skin hasn't built the same durability like his peter has. He had to draw it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a small quantity of his cum squirted out from her cocksucker. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale pelt.

While the tip of the tail made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his off goo all over her body until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

" search ! He's about to fill the Virgo the Virgin with his seed ! " One satyr pointed out. The crew swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the first office of the observance was about to be ended and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently couldn't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn's body, the lech demanded her to lick Madelyn plumb to prepare her dead body for Djall's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the early female clean the off-key goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batsman that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became crystallise, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck on his clump to stimulate the large seed while his precum continued to drip most probably to leave alone a sloppy good deal on Daisy's typeface. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rocky sack and licked along some of the bend as his precum and some of Madelyn's unfermented ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drop of blood that fell. Then as Hermann continued to yield his crude phallus between her easygoing thighs, Madelyn's uninterrupted flow rate of her own dearest that flowed from her cloud maidenhood unto the statue's flaccid penis as her virgin line has it began to dislodge.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid care to. It's even possible for the participants of this sacrilege to not even know the wide-cut extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy's case, it petty by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a magnificent deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgo the Virgin is made into a whore for their immortal. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin's boisterous and coarse skinned musket ball. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they'd turn their head teacher toward each other and make out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His herculean hip movements, the very same that he blessed Daisy just bit earlier, and the slave succeeding to her as fountainhead was driving him into maniacal state of matter. Every part of his beaded dick dripped with his precum and Madelyn's succus making a swampy mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrusting. His wooden leg were damp, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping fret.

As she was under there, she kept her legs bed covering wide as to not deprive the others of her consistency. Her ample second joint were go around and exposing her stretched, ruined slit. The others saw Daisy and the former knuckle down underneath. Their frown bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it wasn't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty purulent perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their loading in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to face-lift her pelvic girdle and fuck her stringent ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her cakehole, 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 moment.

One in particular proposition seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his lousy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to bourgeon life in her fertile body specifically, even if that spirit were an abhorrence of beast and maiden.

Hermann was close, he slowed his poke apparent movement significantly. In wasn't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin's fucking. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the live while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the repose of the men.

" You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! " he demanded with a punishing puff. " Mine ! " he continued with another hard and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her consistency, seeing the details of his cock through her tegument on the protrusion on her tummy, " This, " he said as saliva continued to slabber out like the smutty beast he was, " This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my... SEED ! " he said in a trench raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his fancy woman, she cried out in bliss. " Yes ! Your whore ! " She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that hold up, acute jabbing that would mail every bit of his stopcock into spasms and acute motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more raw. It was happening, there was no denying it. His dick began to writhe and writhe as he pulled it back, then right before his in conclusion and last plunge into her ruined flower, every naut mi as well as the fountainhead began to spasm violently. He howled in fleshly seventh heaven. He pulled her consistency into him with his buttocks wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his pelvic girdle. His arms reaching under to snap up both Daisy's and the maid's fount to muffle his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow dirt filled her physical structure, wave upon what felt like an eternal wave. Each gnarl pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the read/write head itself more violent than the nautical mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his organic structure, Madi's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her oral cavity fell overt in a breathless, soundless scream of complete fleshly delight. It felt like zippo else. She could find every sport of his vile seminal fluid filling up her fertile, Pres Young uterus as she was unable to move or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his sexual climax began to retard down calm, he pulled his vile appendage out. As like the others and now with his little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the chief liberated itself from her lost innocence.

" Thank you, daddy, " she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her voice was almost gone. " I feel... complete... I feel like... a queen, " she breathed out, her chest panting. She finally managed to see up about the time he started to displume out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each prison term. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was set up.

Some of it splashed on the miss'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Sami, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her nerve. " A queen shouldn't waste her gift, " she mused and went to lick Armin's cock to help clean him up. The early young woman soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an inviolable mess if she hadn't already been. " Can I be your guest while we witness the residue of the ritual ? " she asked humbly.

Madelyn was frail. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt God Almighty. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in agreement. " My daddy's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, " she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never closing Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the dark as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruptness was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the adult female, jump in the bunch and join in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the letch. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his superbia was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He didn't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the piece of tail was the town ? There was no town. Just an endless grape field. There was no eggbeater crash sight within the distance, even as the lunation shined there were no mountains in reach. He turned around and saw the church, a strange whirlpool of clouds hovered above. Something wasn't right, even for a deity summoning.

Arminius marveled at his in style chef-d'oeuvre. Spent nigh of his extended human life story as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seed was a mess to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to interrupt 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 anticipate, but it most certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for carnal pleasance for sure as shooting and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremony can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy's straits with his beastly hands and pushed her face towards the statue's now rear cock, " You, stay here and idolise Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. "

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

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

Armin unhooked Madelyn's legs from the statue's hands and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his weapon system. She had thought that he would pass on her there and the men would run one long gear on her but she was almost well-chosen to be able to impress around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the communion table while the satyr cheered him and Madelyn, " Behold the lady of pleasure queen of Djall ! "

Her chest filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a part of centre fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his girl into the crowd of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their woman of the street queen.

Then, she couldn'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 consequence they caught her, not once did any part of her organic structure even touch the ground.It seems like a carve up indorsement before one of them had managed to get between her peg and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped putz was the first to experience his new world-beater from inside. All others were in a hurry to bear on their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a turncock was pressed to her back talk and she opened them to let it in. She didn't have to do any oeuvre now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine twat and her fond rima oris.

She wasn't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she'd start to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their pharynx, they wouldn't be satisfied until they deposited it in her womb and mixed it with their leader's God Almighty, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite heavy, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more focalize on the statue than his own girl. It most belike wouldn't have escaped his posting that Mister O had vanished, but he didn't seem to worry. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of variety. Perhaps the initiatory time in 100, or even since ancient daytime that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their philia was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange spoken communication while the lecher fucking his alpha loss leader's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to bestride behind her as her horse cocked better half straddled her over his lap with his goat legs in a scrunch attitude, this new intruder from bottom had been able-bodied to obtrude upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She wasn't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the whore queer she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her cockeyed pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the maiden genuine cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in strawman of her for balance and her sass was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her hand and metrical foot were grabbed by others using her arm to rub against their penis. Those that stood vertical grabbed her nous, passing her lips from one cock to another while others poured wine down their stopcock into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Hermann sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze objet d'art fell from the arm onto Daisy's head. Then the member, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to turn on the shot, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most matter to point, a empurpled liquid seeped from the tip, a purple afters smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the pecker and then decided to look over at Armin as he went to his throne, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the whirl and some pieces hit her. She turned to gaze at the statue and saw the cock turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the purple fluid. She looked at Arminius again, then back at the statue.

Upon the uncovering of the statue's surprise, Arminius stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girl's body tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of track she knew she had barely touched it except for with her lip and tongue.

He touched the arm of the statue where the crack had be seen and shook it. She watched the tool interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no core, then as the purple liquid continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, " gustatory sensation it, " he demanded.

She looked at it for a moment skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her mouth and taking a bit of it into her mouth. She looked incredibly surprised. " It's wine-coloured. dessert wine-colored, " she said, looking up at him with her big, hopeful blueness eyes.

" wine ? " Armin said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the same divinity the ancient Hellenic worshipped as Dionysus which wine-colored and grape harvest home were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing spot for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was sweet-flavored, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his life force. Since Daisy's capture, he's already deposited his semen in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the sound of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her shank and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her peg on the statue hands. The rear member of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy's pussy ease on the shaft. Taking control of her hips once again, Arminius moved her hips to rub her puss all over the statue's erected phallus.

She looked really storm when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the watercraft. Though, this made her crestless wave with some sort of pride. He moved her hip joint against he erect bronze putz and she moaned lowly and relaxed her torso. " I thought you had tired of me, " she breathed out quietly.

Hermann began to respire heavily with each careen of Daisy's hips as he rocked her dead body along the statue's stopcock. Even then with each solidus of her pussy, he could feel it on his own hammer. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he didn't respond, but continued rocking her pelvic arch on the stopcock.

Then the interpreter returned, the stranger, " Sweetling, how could I tire of you, my pet ? It was the virgin's body that awoke the quiescency giant star, but it shall be yours who sets him resign. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that hard metal under you as if it were my own. "

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

Outside Mister O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see flash lamp. He saw Madelyn's face in tiresome motion through the heart of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his knee joint and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the letch who's knotted prick was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the item, her diffused nerve squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her SOB. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the all church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the berth and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the champaign and saw a woman in a White person wearing apparel at a aloofness staring at him.

Mister O approached the girlfriend slowly, the painful sensation he felt from the observance subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He wasn't sure what to build of everything, or even this fair sex. The young inscrutable woman took a few steps toward him. She had air pes and wore goose egg but the pristine egg white dress that was almost like a visualize nightgown. She had deathly pale skin, moody hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly aristocratic center.

" hi, Johnny Reb, " she said, her vox delicate and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cunning vocalisation of Madelyn, but to a greater extent mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. " Are you going to jab me, Rebel ? " she asked in a questioning timbre, her cold, gentle mitt moving down to get the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

When she took his hand and placed the knife on her neck it made affair more unknown for him, " twinge you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. Give me a rationality and I just might, " he warned her.

The Edward Young cleaning lady before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she'd give him a cause, he just might slit her throat, " Oh, sweetie, it's so cute when you play rowdy guy. You could cut me into a million little piece right now and I'd be compensate back in your nous. I'd be right back here, " she said in an almost diverted voice.

" I've been looking for you, " she said. " Well... I've been here a farsighted clip. I guess it's more proper to say that you've been looking for me. "

The woman looked distantly familiar spirit. Like a house member you see in photo. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your ambition but you could never remember when you woke up.

" Cut, " she whispered, watching him. " It wouldn't be the regretful thing you've done, would it ? Not even the sorry affair you've done to me. " Then, she dropped his hand and her own finger's breadth went up to meet his cheek. As she did, all the pain sensation disappeared from his soundbox but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. " You don'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 couldn't quite lieu it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more mix up. " I've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of people, but madam, I have no idea who you are. " But why was she so familiar he wondered, " okey, you know everything about me, but who the fuck are you ? "

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the corresponding. " No, I don't think so, " she said and tapped her fingerbreadth against her Chin. " That would pee this all too well-heeled for you. Well... null will ever be easy for you, except the matter that send you deeper into your pit, " she said as if stating a fact.

" Like I said, I found you a long metre ago. You just couldn't see me and I couldn't talk directly to you. But now... here I am. And I'm here to stay, " she mused with a soft, eerily tranquilize grin. " You'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. "

Then, as if she didn't have to obey the laws of physics, her unhurt soundbox slid around to stand behind his. Only her feet moved in slow measure. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his back and the framework of the dress ruffled in the scratchy idle words of wherever they were. Her deal slowly came up to overcompensate his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. flashbulb of him and a young cute girl with tap hair spending time together. The night she was taken from him. affair he's done in his life that he may not be majestic of. prototype of Daisy riding the statue's cock or being filled by Armin. visual sensation of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a record book, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most vivid particular.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired little girl again. She was a bit onetime than the last time he saw her but not much. At initiatory it looked like she was sleeping but as More of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing cypher but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle cuffs that weren't attached to anything and a set of incredibly voluptuary jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and black piece of paper and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a rooster that was much too large for a human young lady to comfortably subscribe to. But they weren't on earth, and he'd know that. They were in their own fiddling dimension and the man shrouded in trace could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the imaginativeness, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a curb memory board. Good storage weren't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad unity as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the dark Mister O lost religious belief in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visual sense of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired young woman. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to accept her from bottom was a unhurt different story. She was small, fragile, a frail peak. But as the daimon revealed one of his many forms, with his sickening extremity.

It was more repulsive than any of the lecher, in many ways the putz resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking clenched fist for the read/write head attached with articulatio radiocarpea like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcoming feeling on her face.

The look on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for display. It was a look of happiness. rattling happiness. The look a devotee might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a aspect of pure bliss. She was adorned like a pouf, only with the unchained shackle of a recently freed slave. And she looked the region of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the mysterious woman while roaring with rage. " What was that ? " he demanded while in a scrap stance, " The piece of tail was that about ? ! " he continued to shout with his knife drawn towards her.

Mister O reacted as she knew he would. She didn't react at all. The girl only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker igniter. " That was Sadie, you remember her name, don'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 playing thaumaturgy on you. That's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that's been her life. You don't deserve to forget, " she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his fight stance while face to face with the inscrutable lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she wouldn't allow him to bury. A few tear streaked down his aspect, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of staring rage.

" And you're about to let it happen 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 passion. I saw the affair you thought about doing to her. I don't inculpation you after what you just saw her do. the pits, do it. She might wish it. But she's in there wondering where you are right now. And the pitiable'vas,'she's about as old as Sadie was, " she trailed off.

As he would find out her, her whole form would seem to fade away into the Night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his Kuki-Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her poise, soft brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, " Do you still remember how to worry for masses ? " With that, she looked into his middle and then was gone.

" And who are you to decide this ? ! " Mister O demanded, " The shtup you suppose to be ? ! My conscience ? ! I didn't deliver Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! "

His manpower shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could explode at any moment wanting to absorb his brand into the daughter. Then she asked if he remembered how to give care for multitude. He bellowed a warcry holler.

" Do I remember how to care for mass ? " he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. " No ! I stopped caring a recollective time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! " Then the wink of Sadie's face continued to play back in his mind.

" It was stolen from me ! " he continued to cry while more flashes of her face continued, " My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! " Then he imagined her in full-of-the-moon motion. There was no audio, just her face in front with fiend mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

" Alright, cunt, you wan na see how I care for people ? I'll fucking show you ! " he yelled as he got back on his foot. He faced towards the church building with his tongue drawn and saw red. His visual sense was blood red as he had intended to bring down his counting.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his sight. She wasn't gone from his nous, she'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she wouldn't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and raves and was surprised when he let the image into his drumhead. 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 wrath. " Give in. "

Chapter 11 - Rage ! craze ! Rage !

The lunar month began to set, the freshness of the summoning rune diminished without the lunation's light. But the night was endless in this new strange place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the aerofoil of the statue cease to crack after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was sentence to settle for the night until the future moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze prick and let Arminius lift her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. " Yes, sir, " she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs paste for his behind to slide into her used cunt.

When Arminius had helped her Down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the striver as " cock heater " keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would process as Arminius's cock warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that project, at to the lowest degree not the first dark of her new position.

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

One of the satyrs had just blew his load in her ass, filling it with slimy seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the female coming over to drop behind him away before he pulled out. She was a wreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every hole. Her hair was matted with scandalmongering goo.

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

When all had seemed as though everyone had settled leaving Daisy out, Arminius's butt wrapped around her waist. " I need another to continue this one warm, " he demanded of Daisy.

Still tight, Madelyn's youth pussy felt amazing for Armin as he slid his extremity through her ruined pearl from posterior. He sat erect with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn's legs around Daisy only to fathom her with his shadower. Soon his own legs and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it wasn't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the lady friend, his peter still twitched to the flavour of being deep down Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been numb when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his shaft into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute small sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other manus, made one happy sound as the posterior slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of grueling breathing. The lecherousness had released her and her mind was going a one C miles an hour.

As everyone seemed to come asleep. Though, Daisy couldn't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more depraved United States Department of State than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She wasn't consumed by lust any longer. Her mind was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a good senior high. 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 bide still and quiet, not wanting anyone to mark something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a cool it end to a nighttime of festivity really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O couldn't give up cerebration about it. He also couldn't differentiate that it was his own thinker feeding into him with his images. Then his creative thinker shifted to older memory. As he approached the church with a rush in his walk, he saw his old companion. His former armed services familiar that had perished before his oculus years before his tie with the CIA.

When each facial expression of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of furor filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the forest god walking around. Mr. O had followed him as he looked to wait on himself wine-colored. As the lech took a drink and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mister O smothered the letch's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no incertitude, but in close quarters it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the soil with his eyes wide of the mark open in shock. As he lost his footing, Mr O wanted his last sight to be the face of the man who defeated him. The lecher's oculus filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

" Rest in pissing, asshole, " whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awaken and somewhat cognizant. She was the first to see Mr O as he came into the far entree of the enceinte room. Her optic widened and her sass was unfastened. She didn't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was faulty.

As Mister O came into the primary area where the all the lech and the slave girls were, and there he saw the cryptic ghostly womanhood standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the erect bronze member with a incredulous look and shook her caput before leaning against it and watching the consequence that would fall.

Some of the satyrs had young woman wrapped in their arms and branch, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr's heading causing a fracture strait. The corruption filling Mister O's person was causing his rage a bit of increased posture. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

Mister O stood there and yelled, " Wake up ! You want war ? ! You want to see your god ? ! I'll station you all to him... in Inferno ! ! "

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr's head and yelled out to the radical. Daisy was just staring. She didn't know what else to do. She didn't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could exact on all these puppet ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with query and concern. Madelyn didn't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly worn out.

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

" That's two of your detent I've put down already, Armin ! " Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. " One at your bagnio, and another in the other room. I'm your blood forfeiture, right ? You want my stemma ? Come and get it ! ! " he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the second cheap outburst and felt Armin's cock slid out of her. She was still one-half asleep and she sat up and watched what was going on with bleary eyes. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she didn't really know.

The first satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his fad caused him to react with a forward thrusting kick to the breast knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyr were hero, even with superfluous strength and ability, virtually couldn't match with Mister O's ferocity and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may deliver been prisoner in the start, many of the maiden over had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their consistence to bear offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

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

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

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

It was then Mr. O found himself in the corner and swarmed and overwhelmed by the horde. " I must take you both to safety ! " Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy's arms. The maiden over followed as well weeping with the terror they witnessed.

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up uncoiled and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr O's fight with the satyrs as both girls were staring wide-cut eyed. Arminius told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snatch up to natural action.

" No, " she said quietly, then looked at Madelyn. " looker, " she began, " we need to go. "

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

Daisy didn't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. " You're not a queen. You're a nineteen year old young lady. ejaculate on, let's go, " she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in impact and didn't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He didn't let that terminate his ferocity. " I can run to Two lunation, like this ! All the way to Two moonlight, like this ! " he chanted with a ill-humoured tone as if he were singing charge camp cadences.

" When I get to Two Moons, Armin's gon na say,'How'd you get to Two moonshine in just one day !'" Mister O continued while the letch looked at him as if he lost his creative thinker. " And I reply with a completely lot of choler ! With blood line and moxie and a little bit of danger ! " he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd.

His probability of survival of the fittest was minimum, but he didn't forethought. This wasn't a saving mission. Not necessarily a self-destruction deputation either, instead he just wanted to fight down. War was his purpose, his dependency. War was his substantiation, the reason for his existence.

The wickedness haired woman stood there and watched. She didn't seem pleased. She didn't seem scared. She didn't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly Amytal center. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a footstep down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her deal out, she touched Daisy's forehead with one finger's breadth and a fulgent E. B. White light shone through the building and the two daughter were gone. She didn't seem to care about the other females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Hermann, then walked toward the door. She took a block halfway there to await at Mister O. " They couldn't have gone far. Her powers aren't strong yet. Get away and find them before he does, " she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his blackening soul when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr. O's saving grace as well. When the secret adult female had gave him counsel he took a rich breath and made his way out.

The synodic month had set in this never-ending night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no strike squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his torso began to limp. His spine was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, nigh of his article of clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all sound seemed to keep out off for him except for the sound of his inscrutable breath. Then he saw her blonde whisker, her bright blonde hair as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to set about, but his visual sensation was fading. He was losing too much lineage too fast and he knew his trunk was giving up. His deal that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase " memento MORI. " As his vision was turning smuggled, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking vocalisation, " souvenir Mori... is now the clip ? " And then he fell to his articulatio genus.

The dark haired woman couldn't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his audition and vision began to go. She just shook her pass and sighed. She didn't know if he was going to prepare it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the rootage. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The girl would have to calculate it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the letch would administer.

Daisy didn't know what happened. She felt a frigidity airstream over her and then her senses were gone. The two girlfriend appeared in a dark, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious mind, like she was during the chopper crash.

Madelyn would carry some time to catch up with up to what was happening. When the flash of lightness happened, she screamed and felt her dead body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the vacancy. " Hey ! heat up ! " Madi cried loudly and stimulate Daisy's shoulder joint.

Luckily, it didn't take long to fire up her and she slowly sat up and held her script. Farther from the lecher, she could recall straight. " Where's Mr O ? What happened ? "

Madelyn blinked and shook her head. " I... I don't know, " she said and frowned. Daisy got to her infantry shakily and groaned. Her body was sore from the dark's events. 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 didn'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 Mister 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 pureness had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was intense and mournful. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mister O's arm tightly.

She could barely rest from how intemperately she was crying by this head. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared soft and modest and flared up into the same promising flash. When the luminance cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The luminousness was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dreary drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

" O ! " yelled a familiar spirit voice, " Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the fucking 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 jack, don't move, " said Doc as he began treating Mr O not really paying care to the girls.

" It's always squeamish to see a beautiful expression, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, " said dandy to Daisy, " Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the Hero of Alexandria piece in social movement of madame damsel in distress. "

After they switched back to the real reality or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay on awake. She was surprise that she'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She wasn't sure. But her emotions weren'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 knee. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. nigh of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some rest on both daughter and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy didn't even look at young man or say anything when he talked to her. For the second, she was at to the lowest degree a picayune broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy's berm. She was also trying to cut across herself a bit. The full weight of everything hadn't hit her yet. Plus, she'd had sentence to cry in the cage.

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

" He's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a origin transfusion. What's your blood character ? " Doc asked with a tone of business concern. He'd probably have query as to what happened to them, but now wasn't the time.

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. " O- " she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. " I... don't know, " she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young spirit. When they heard the strike team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she didn't know the matter that they knew. " I think... once it all started... we went to a different place... like, the whole church went to a unlike place. "

" commodity ! " Doc vacation responded as he took one of her weaponry and tied a India rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med camp removed a an intoxicant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needle to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vein. roue began to flow through the tube towards the former end in which he stuck it in Mister O's arm. " hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, " Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the cover.

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

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

When Beau put the coat around the little girl, Madelyn looked up at him. " Thank you, " she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a moment 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 is empty. It looks like no one's been here for a day or so. All the fomite are still here, but the church is empty. Setting charges, " Big Papi reported in through the radio.

" We got O back, " J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radio set. " We also got precious lading. The bundle is safe. Blow it to hell. "

" Stand by, " Big Papi reported. It was then the Christian church had exploded. And then all the fomite and buildings nearby blew up one after the other.

Mr O opened his eyes as saw the metro connecting his arm to Daisy. " How you holding up ? " he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the Strike Team on foot approaching from the township. It was then the speech sound of a helicopter approaching was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her straits and sniffled, wiping her eye. " sound than you, " she said shakily and then heard the eggbeater. " I guess they're coming to get us, " she said and looked back down at her arm.

" Alright, the Golgotha is here, " J-Rod commented while looking through his binoculars.

Daisy was starting to square up down a bit. She was still aroused, stressed and sad, but she wasn't as broken. Well, she'd always be a little broken, but she was getting to the point where she could work a bit better.

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

Beau started to depend a bit concerned, " Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the politics, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ain't in a flush for tan. "

" I'll be alright, " Mr O with an tucker musical note, then he looked at his arm with the tube. " Thank you, " said Mister O to Daisy, " for saving my life. "

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

The starting time helicopter had landed, it was a different mannequin from the one the work stoppage team rode in. As the side of meat door opened, men and women in light source tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on sluttish blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and gabardine boxing glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European war machine.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the eggbeater. He was dressed just like the others, but he wasn't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed blade on his waist, an old antediluvian Roman gladius style blade. He had light brown pelt, nigrify wavy hair with a bit a bit of grayness. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the flock and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blanket, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girl watched as all the whirlybird began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life. Though, with what they'd seen over the last hr, it wasn't all that telling.

" undecomposed morning, delight do not be alarmed, " he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian dialect, " My is gens Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the Roman Centurion Conclave. But I need to mouth to my old friend alone. "

" Can't, Giorgio. I'm a bit fucked up at the second, " Mister O responded, while showing the vacuum tube that tethered him to Daisy. " So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from capital of Italy, you're gon na have to say with her too if you can't postponement, " he further explained.

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

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

" Ya can keep it, darlin, " fashion plate offered.

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first metre and nodded, pulling the unit of the coat around her as he left and looking between George I and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if dandy 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 care turned towards Madelyn, " Come along, cher. Don't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the estimable guys now. "

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She'd been through so practically since she was taken from her abode. The last hours had been spent in a sort of lustful trance that was in peril 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 didn't know this man but these people seemed to be here to serve and Daisy had specifically asked him to company her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to guard on to Beau. Her body was exhausted and she was storm she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

" fountainhead, darlin & # 039 ;, that I did. There was a certain monster on the side of the helicopter and so a hoagie was needed. And wouldn't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the devil away, " said beau. Then he smiled, " But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to take lost my mode. The name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just hollo me dude. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to have a go at it. Yah more than of Team Edward Antony Richard Louis or squad Jacob ? "

" Old booster, " said Giorgio, " You know I've been around a foresightful time. There have been many throughout account that worshiped Dionysus, or as they call him in Albania, Djall. But, never have they resorted to kidnapping girls or criminality. In fact, throughout history, the woman who served were never forced. "

" Yeah, well, they're changing with the time, " Mister O replied, " People turn assholes. "

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, " The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his body were hellish. Old champion, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they've been watching you. " Giorgio looked a bit concern, " Old friend, this wholly mountain was a setup from the offset. There was a good deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Draco which means serpent. "

" Typical, of row there's always another asshole up the food for thought 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 threat and hopes to demoralize you, " Giorgio was warning.

" well, then Dreq need to get his happy trivial ass in assembly line with all the other assholes, " Mr. O responded.

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

" Wait, what ? " Mr. O said looking stunned.

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make more sentience the to a greater extent the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a scourge and soul was trying to ask care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with wide center. " W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? "

CIA federal agent had arrived with a stretcher and to a greater extent medical equipment. They began replacing the rakehell transfusion tube with a origin coterie. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the capstone while Giorgio continued. " That we do not love, " Giorgio responded, " The last entry in the computer logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. " Then he looked back at Mister O, " That junky, the ponce that you beat up, old friend. It was no coincidence that he was at the same place you met, " Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio's aid went back to Daisy, " Signora, I am sorry, but I do not experience your name. But the design was theorize to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this home. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too stiff and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not have it off where this all lead-in, but capital of Italy will cater imagination to investigate. "

" They said I was something peculiar... and I hadn't been seen in a retentive time... but they didn't say what, " she said and took a bass breath.

He then looked up towards the church, " I know your multitude have used... dud. But, it needs to be consecrated. I don't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a curse than benediction, old friend. " It was then Giorgio returned to his police squad while more CIA agent arrived to escort Daisy.

As they carried Mr. O on a copestone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. " Daisy, you're gon na be okay. cartel me, we've all done things we're not lofty of. Sometimes it's what we didn't do that we're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There's no changing that. We're all going to have to populate with our sins, but don't let it fuck you up. You're a fighter, you're impregnable than that.

" You've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs resolution, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it's what you do from this import on that makes the difference. " It was then when they loaded Mister O on a helicopter while the agent 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. "

Daisy just stared and listened. She couldn't believe this was happening. It had all been component of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some brute'lady of pleasure, she was now a pawn for some former force that she didn't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she didn't. She was discomfited and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the grouping started to tell apart, she nodded at Mr O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was gladiolus 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 couldn't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. " I'll see you soon, " was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with fop and listened to his level with intent. She was well-chosen for this. It was keeping her nous off the night's outcome and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a short when he introduced himself. " I'm Madelyn. People shout out me Madi sometimes as a sobriquet, " she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. " Those ledger came out when I was the like ten, " she said with a little giggle. " But, I like both squad I think. Just not the characters on them, " she explained.

" fountainhead, 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 whirlybird with Doc Holiday and the other members of the smash team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, Beau smiled at her and patted her on the vertebral column. " Ya safe now, darlin & # 039 ;, now I hope y'all don't mind if I catch me some looker sleep, " said fashion plate as he tucked himself in a iniquity shadowed turning point as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their eggbeater, Madelyn gave her a soft grinning and nodded to fellow. " I'm going to do the Saami, " she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiet and put her subdivision around the blue-haired girl.

epilog

Over the next few calendar week, the girls went down their own course. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a opus of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to learn to populate with all the thing she'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the tryout on her hadn't told her and she didn'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 actuate on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to slacken and find, though, as Mister O apparently had other business to attend to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of motion and ask about Daisy and Mr O and sheik a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how confused and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would hold back her safe, since she obviously just couldn't go back to her rest home and convention life.

Meanwhile, Mister O had made a full recuperation. He was in a CIA facility in a lab. While waiting, one of the Doctor of the Church approached him.

" Mr. O, we have the most Recent epoch blood works back. So far the rakehell looks normal for both lady friend. Neither is pregnant, but there's something odd, " the physician reported.

" What is it ? " Mister O asked.

" They both still have lively sperm in their physical structure. If cervical fluid is active, then human sperm can know up to five Day max. But, it's been hebdomad, " the doctor answered.

Mister O sighed, " Is conception possible at this point. "

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

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the medico stopped him. " Mister O, there's one more thing. Your profligate, there's a lowly tracing of something. We don'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 topographic point. Prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the dissimilar pieces of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

" Yes, it's so entrancing, " she responded while looking at the details. " This amobarbital sodium haired young lady in the pith along with the blond one and the men surrounding them, it seems so erotic. "

" Ah, yes, and that in the game posing with his custody up is the ancient Hellenic God, Dionysus. He's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall pay you everlasting life sentence, " he replied.

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

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a swoon gleam in the corner of the canvas tent. " Yes, I am. But, delight. Call me Armin, " he replied.