Broken holy man

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best protagonist, It felt like she was the only mortal 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, trying to get her thought process straight person and go back to get better.

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

It was late in the eventide when a darkness SUV rolled up side by side to an old church. Drug addiction rehab polarity posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his nighttime causa, Negro polished chelsea rush and his neatly cut black hairsbreadth combed in a fauxhawk flair with a scruffy beard covering heavily scruff on his face.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendee were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his back talk he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his 1950s. From there Mister O threw the cigar to the man's feet as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

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

As Daisy exited the construction with her modest bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the heart and soul. She gasped and could n't help but watch out. For some reason she felt compelled to check the aspect, feeling an irresistible impulse to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his knee joint and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't pain me. ! person ... help ! forebode the constabulary ! ``

'' OK, you wan na dramatic play hardball ? ''. Mr. O responded sounding in a bilk whole tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a handgun, and pointed it at the man 's head, `` You know who I work for, so you also know that means the police are n't coming. You got until I count down from three before I end you. ``

"Three !"Mr O started counting,"seminal fluid on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mr. O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her topographic point 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 and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call off the police. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to call the law on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her respectable to appear seemingly lull in manner, she took a deep breathing spell. After readying herself as best she could her foot brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the girlfriend whisper to him. He had been so fill with the now reproof man he did n't notice the daughter attack. But, hearing the musical phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my establishment, it was code to get into occult catacombs under specific towns undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the hoo-hah had attracted a crowd of multitude to learn, Mr O did n't seem to deal as he stuffed the man into the luggage compartment. `` Okay, I do n't have a go at it 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 poke flying over us and I'll view up to you eventually. So delight pull through me that hassle, '' Mister O explained.

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

As Mister O started the car, a computer screenland emerged from the splasher. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automated voice spoke, `` salutation, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Fri is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the computer screen filled with various disk, police force records, aesculapian records all belonging to Daisy. The vocalisation known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any hidden company, faction, or shadow organization. Have a good day. ''

Daisy stared at the computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the 1 from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a flabby giggle when it seemed excited about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

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

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the private road of a random theater in quiet 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, look, you probably have no theme what the piece of tail is going on. But, I need your helper, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the bole and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The battlefront door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open up it for me while I carry this asshole interior ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage young lady with dyed blue hair, a real cute smile and a girl next doorway character of looker.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the menage portrayal as Mister O explained the situation in more than detail. She was so Danton True Young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the young woman was okay, then had a thought and looked around the home. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the charwoman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

'' We 'll handle with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his memory board. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many kit and caboodle of hook art hung on the wall.

Daisy ran a hand through her whisker, nodding as he explained the process. She looked like she wanted to query him when he said something about probing someone 's mind for retentivity, but figured it was n't the weirdest thing she 'd seen today.

'' Her measure father went missing about a few calendar week 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 runes. He 's using art to cloak these rune. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runic letter. Do you feel anything ? ``

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from musical composition to tack together. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to order once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a here and now and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't have it away how to do any of this ... I do n't bonk if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have got some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to individual ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult rite ? ``

"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 explain the nature of the rite being intended, '' Mister O explained.

He then walked over to the electronic computer in the animation room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the star sign at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an clause online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving home from work during a hit and run car chance event. ''

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

Maddie,

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

Mr O continued to explain more, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP computer address began searching the deep web looking up various occult websites. Not the cheesy Gothic mode poppycock, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three days ago her ally reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a sleep with fancy man. Likes to sell daughter struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to keep open their tuition costs. And look 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 tidings. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be okeh or tardily to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was numb, her forefather missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known man trafficker. The e-mail from the Father of the Church made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get forged from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a deal through her blonde hair.

'' This hale matter makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girl is with her Fatherhood ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this business line up with the hunting chronicle ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email 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 cheap than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the room access, `` assistant ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the shriek. He then sighed in frustration, `` okeh, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too a good deal for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the info out of him. You can forget or bet away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the threshold and attacked the man as he entered and closed the doorway behind him.

Daisy took a deeply breathing space when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` OK, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a piffling shaken but fairly unagitated given the situation. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging phone could be heard. The hoo-hah was enough to cause the airless neighbor to peak out the Windows.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor 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, peculiar as to what was going to take place next.

Mr O 's habiliment was a bit ruffled from the his rough-and-tumble with Carl Johnson. His arm were rolled up to his elbow in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English calligraphy writing saying, `` MEMENTO MORI. ''

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

Minutes began to wrap by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary bicycle street pandar, he mostly deals with occult mathematical group. They usually have soundly funding mathematical process, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to deport her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't occupy, I have a team en road to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the bordello is a meet up point to switch the girl for money with the furore. But, here 's the matter, based on the kin portraits and the kinsperson ikon, we assume Madelyn has a unassailable bond with her footmark father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you imagine the Father of the Church is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cult and the pimp, she nodded in agreement and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a slight and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the doubtfulness and I have a sick tactile sensation about it. To me, the sign of the zodiac stop to something bad. I do n't retrieve he 's the victim, but that 's just my impression. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two metre Nobel Peace loot recipient, Sebastian angel to top the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just Frederick North of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and driving to better mankind has made him the ideal selection for this new colony, '' the tuner reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the architectural plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's ass-kisser and you 'll guess to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the crony horde, I 'll recite them the pass idiom he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to discover some love response. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite concern in the radio show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no melodic theme who or what they were talking about, but something made her capitulum perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to try any news show in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for week.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to draw herself wait the share more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a protagonist of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to provide rehab. She lifted her hired man and ruffled up her hair some and few lowly smear in her make-up and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her spirit like she had put up a bit of a competitiveness and had teary-eyed eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't await like a Brobdingnagian mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her oral sex with a trivial smiling. `` Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be prostitute ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a stunt man yield. The spirit of her being stressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of diacetylmorphine, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for purpose in life.

'' You look large, '' he responded, `` I mean you look majuscule in the sense that I believe it 'll go across. '' And then as they got off the throughway, they passed a sign notifying their incoming into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a sound sprightliness. But, within the community of interests also lurked a arcanum sect of cultists using the community to hide their shadow employment. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some variety. 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 not bad and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a short drive to the part of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to search out for their address and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left hand of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the closure a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple stop from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building shipment and unload passenger.

'' Okay, we need to meet the voice from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the threshold for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit roughly with his handling of her.

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to trifle the component part. `` I can be a pretty just player, '' she said with a little smiling and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the rough manipulation. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd release her body and try to crusade against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and cross sigh and narrate him to let her go.

Mr. O did n't react verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with discharge rooms with the elision of old bottom used for service.

interior Sir Thomas More dispossessed looking strayer stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant building block doors were capable, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college years, about looking foreign were being forced to serve old men.

One way in fussy had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a infant aspect. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three one-time gentlemen inside had shut the room access.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises 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 made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. persona of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to necessitate in her new environment. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the little girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These pitiful female child, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the edifice spot, `` Wine, women, to which I act the empty-headed stooge, '' he said to the hoi polloi in the role. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the post sat there and looked at him for a bit, and then at Daisy. One in specific seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. one-third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like little girl with blue fuzz. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking multitude tonight. She sure hoped that was n't lawful. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the bureau. As they made it to the steps, he whispered in her ear, `` stop calm, I wo n't let them put you to bring. But someone knows something. ``

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

Mister O continued the travesty 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 pants back up.

Around his body were a pair of female leg, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit good as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr. O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty unseasoned female child and could plainly see the ejaculate dripping from her.

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

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

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

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk of life, with each stride his iron heel thumped on the wooden flooring, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seminal fluid into fecund bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal young person. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the rampart, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to plant his source. '' As he explains his purpose with one hand around her and the former touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's progeny will farm 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 labor him away, looking over his berm at the girl and hoping she was going to try and help oneself.

He then brought his cheek finisher to hers, his dentition were like Fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a import and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of meat of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for 100 ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a rush to undress her. Something about her aroma and taste sensation caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you mean ? I 'm just a mortal ! 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 gunshots erupted on the bottom base, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunshots, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The strange amand with the saddle horn continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't respond to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a look of insatiable lust in the tusk man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall help Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's cum into the Virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will flora inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help show his prescript 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 chance to use it.

He zipped down his drawers as his vile phallus, a grotesque version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd shape like that of a series of knots and macho-man piercing along the shaft. Her pant now halfway down her second joint along with her panties and here he was pulling his dick out of his trouser. This man did n't even seem to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not get wind them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her second joint, though he did not fall into place her, he savored the feel of her slit rubbing against the top of the rotating shaft. However, assuming it was Mr O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some party favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

Her heart saw his offensive cock as it slid between her stage and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and shivery looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hips and put her hired hand on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't hold out and give your lord materialisation, I 'll have a gamey chance of being rewarded for my serving ? '' she asked in a tranquilize articulation. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big affair in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest of drawers, where she undid a few button of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a appearance, of line, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a villainous one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few clitoris on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a Snake River. His optic also began to shift as though they were like a Snake as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her wrist and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to cover the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his unknown cock against her, angling it upwards to status it to permeate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her mitt to the paries and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to front at him. Her Word were almost cut off as he shoved his stopcock against her puss again, causing her to gasp in a often different way.

But just as he was so unhinge, the room access salvo clear when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mister O then charged into the way, he looked a bit roughed up with his clothes ruffled and shot the man while he was on the earth. The shot rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even appear to notice and jumped in the air to snap 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 all in man on the storey and fired a few crack, trying to aim for the drumhead, when Mister O was n't in risk of being hit by them. When the cartridge clip was vacuous, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O capable fired on him. The bullets were in effect against him, though being increased in superpower it took more gunshot to put him down than it would a normal human being.

Stunned, the tusk man complained in disbelief with his net words, `` No, impossible ! I am unceasing ! 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 aphrodisiac metre with my ally. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the young girl 's heartbeat, the girl that was flowing with the man 's ejaculate. `` 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 dead reckoning from the function as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the early girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to fire up up and helped her clothes.

'' I do n't know who you are, truelove, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a daybreak after pill and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the pitiful girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the little girl tomentum and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, well-chosen the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crowd en route. They 'll be treating the young lady, it 's potential they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicinal drug wo n't be capable to help them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's house until we have more point. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a minuscule bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. fountainhead ... kinda, '' she said with a flabby, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the spot and how they had approach coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the threshold. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Fatherhood and was a virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moonshine or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a tractor trailer surprises musical note, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of early days and virility. But then that would mean the rune hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runes. A means to make her organic structure adequate to of his adoption. But, two Moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was sword lily that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes More sense now. So Madelyn is a Virgo. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US territory, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these years, '' Mister O continued.

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

As they made it out of doors, a helicopter hovered over the street while tumid new wave pulled in. From the eggbeater, men and fair sex in tactical paraphernalia fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to set about the building. From the vans, many in dark suits arrived.

'' private detective O, we will convey it from here, '' said a woman from one of the motortruck with blue fuzz which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This altogether building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA dark Spectrum clean up work party and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden rush of masses in the wickedness lawsuit with fighting boots. `` I was able-bodied to holler in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the tusk man referred to her sort which left Mr O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't recognize. Do you get anything outside of the norm ? case, a buzzing in your head, or s sight like vision, or do you actually see things attest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can unwrap what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't enter it out now, it 'll have got to waitress until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Day behind. ''

Daisy shook her point a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't remember so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything different she might hold felt both in her liveliness and just in the lastly few days. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's of import right now. ``

Chapter 4 - family line reunification

minute earlier, in an undisclosed position, a small desert Ithiel Town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoodlum. Many roam with torches in their script as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and marker. Eerie effigies surround the church building, while inside many of the hooded men await the tidings of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue backer arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her void syndicate home by some creep and taken to a building entire of scumbags and poor people girls forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to hire her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to despoil defenseless and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, cold food and given water to drink in. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-deep wind sock and flats to correspond. Her hair was messed up and her make-up was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the fomite only to open the position door. Though the two men in the van looked pattern, those that stood in cloak and thug seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their punk and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. a lot like the man in the brothel, they all had trumpet coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to tone.

Madelyn had heard the great unwashed talk about Djall for the past tense few solar day but none of them would say her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cap, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't facilitate but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her mild, raspy voice. A voice boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small-scale child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my dispirited holy person. You have no idea how extra you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even Sir Thomas More picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghostwriter. Looking over in the way of the vocalism, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pop ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious veneration in her eyes and she did n't know what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had great affection for the young little girl, `` seminal fluid, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

As the man sat down on his own death chair, the rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the primer coat. Madelyn watched her founder as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to take a seat.

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

Her father began to explain the place, `` I know you have many enquiry, steady, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were Whitney Young, but the Truth is I 've been looking for you my unharmed life and I 've been alive a yearn meter. When I met your mother, it was by stroke and I fell in making love with her. She was a ace mother who was struggling because her mate abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How exceptional you were, and it was my greatest joy to learn you produce. But what you have to realize is that my life 's intention was to find the true up vas for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many scholarly person I had taught in my college learning arts classes, none of my runic letter responded. But, when you started your starting time year of college and came to chitchat me in my classroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing rune, I knew I had to select them home and leave them where Djall can view you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. provide me to register you a new mankind, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

'' What do you mean he can take mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all gaga. I just want to go domicile. I want you to descend home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her untried design, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage elan of dress. Her beginner marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something dissimilar. She was more than just the nineteen twelvemonth 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 alive for a long time, farseeing than virtually. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to U.S.A. in 1939 when the Italian Republic invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artefact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

The statue depicted a lecher sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the slope. Another occupy point was that of the forest god 's phallus depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her blazonry over her breast and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to heed to what he was saying and keep abreast the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi motion picture or Lovecraft story. It was strange to hear him talk like this. He was usually so coherent and smartness and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

'' What ? You ca n't be serious ... you expect me to trust you 're that old, '' she said with a frown, running a handwriting through her hanker dreary hair's-breadth.

'' They ca n't bring back mommy, it does n't crop like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't exercise that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all demented ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breath, `` Please tell me this is all some sorting of antic ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her beginner raised his hand at the others in a motion to tranquillize them, which they did. He then responded with a mother wit of seriousness and a stern tone, `` You may not realise yet, but you will, soon it will suit clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a foreign foreign words.

Madelyn looked scare off when her father 's tone changed and he began to say that she would soon find out. The chanting took a import for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her male parent as he started walking away.

'' pop, delay ! What is going on ? ! '' She darted out and tried to take after him but the men stopped her.

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

At get-go it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their hands off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to pull away more aggressively. It was no use for the humble girl though as she was soon catch and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark wall of the Christian church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her Church Father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around car horn began to germinate from his forehead as similar marking on his face also began to beam.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an out-of-doors mouth when her father began to arise horns and gleam. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stun. Her weapons system were being held and there were custody all along her soundbox, touching to fumble and caress or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to shin or really even speak. This could n't be very. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

nowadays time, Mr. O was on his way back to Madelyn 's sign of the zodiac with Daisy when a red luminousness began to blare in the center console. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor lizard as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a blonde woman that began to blab out with a European accent, '' greeting, Operative O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A forest god ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional being, those types do n't normally hybridize 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 letch, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have rationality to believe Djall is the Lapp immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest home, winemaking and wine itself, rite rage, fertility rate, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, stay fresh me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could roll down the windowpane and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a profound smoker by any mean value. The pack in her handbag had been there for workweek. But with all the consequence of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or fume up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the telephone set call.

She looked over at the woman and then at Mister O a few sentence and took in all the data, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to hold up. When the call option was over, she stayed placidity, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The team is here, '' Mr. O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a neat help, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm for certain you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the letch implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch if you should decide to find answers to those questions. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to select 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 door without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty a great deal what she anticipated, the blond pursed her sass and shook her question.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not indisputable how else to react. She did n't really reckon either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girlfriend returned to refuge and wanted to know what the lech meant but she did n't know what to do. `` bye, '' she said and waved a niggling bit.

But then something strange happened, an unsung entity began whispering in her mind, `` open up your idea, sweetling. give it and you shall see. ''

Then the unusual entity began flooding her idea with the entirely church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The detail filtered in slowly, first was that of a letch completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another lech rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were good deal of girls there seeking to have massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would hit their fingers in the cage to meet her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the new missy, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go international to see any particular that would lead them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the trial by ordeal. Though no one in the ceremonial could see nor experience 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 Christian church seemed abandon. But then, there was one sign that left a hint to their location. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a sign that read, `` Two Moons vinery. ``

The further away from the church, the alien the town seemed ... or at least in the stellar plane. A black raven suddenly landed aright in presence of Daisy, and then another. Soon a stack of ravens flew in set around her which eventually caused pitch-dark green goddess to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to fume and whirl around her. Then, she heard the resonance and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dingy and pluck clothing emerged. The weed seemed to emanate from him, but his read/write head was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking leaf blade. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct susurration continued to call up as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ears and wince away from him before a duo of sprouted wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the Echo as his extension embraced her.

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

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to sleep together that there were early force out at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the battlefield long enough to recognize advantageously than to drop a steer, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always unspoiled to playact on the side of base hit and at least confirmed the lead.

'' seminal fluid inside, '' he instructed as he opened the presence doorway.

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd take heed to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how engaged the small family unit base had gotten since just a few hour ago. There were a lot more multitude here now, all of them doing something and looking good in their cogwheel. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different paraphernalia, rather than the suit of clothes the others wore, they all each had on regular clothing such as denim pants or lading with T-shirt along with Black person tactical power train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how unlike this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in detail was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking single had nucha and byssus with short hair, this other man had tenacious hairsbreadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with diverse throwing obelisk and a fight blades.

'' fountainhead, O, glad yah can get together us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` fountainhead hullo, darlin', the public figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just send for me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed charismatic though his heart were a tint of red with picket skin.

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

'' okeh, Daisy, this is the strike team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met clotheshorse, the one with the myopic one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowherd clod cap is Doc Holiday, our trefoil. Nate `` One clock time '' Glenda Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to pull in her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church service. But not a convention one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in saturnine wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff and nonsense to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue devil haired fille, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the centre of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grapeshot playing area. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapevine fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of rankness, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and vino making. A epicurean deity. It would make common sense if they chose a billet near the harvest of wine, like near grapevine field of operations, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a jersey with rush and tactical train. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to attend on the map.

Beau being his normal self tried to make illumination of a severe situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't phone myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his grinning revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the mental process in his headspring to visualize out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her caput to appear at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his fang.

'' Okay, fellow, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyard. Do you recollect anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, night, and sexual, '' she said and ran a manus through her hairsbreadth. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a John Cage, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard ? '' Mr. O replied to reassert her program line, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the populace in two Moon, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in profane acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

'' I 'll tack together a chopper, '' said Big Papi.

'' well, doll, what is that ? '' said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven fledge stuck on her metrical unit. ``

When Beau leaned down and picked up the plumage, she looked at it and sighed, shaking her capitulum. `` I do n't know, there was some man there. I think he tried to pop me, '' she said.

Mr. O and the rest period looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to incite now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his handgun on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and end of the world. They're usually found near infirmary, cataclysm, terrorist blast. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black raven down feather

The drive in one of the hand truck was n't much substantial. A lot of the team appendage including Mr. O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two synodic month vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only trouble is, we have several Town that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll involve to facilitate us describe which town looks familiar to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' strike Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle head case.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` Strike Team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the hit squad leader even though Mr. O would channelize the investigations. Big Papi appeared to be the erstwhile among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the previous devil dog yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to help them cipher out which township was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a waste, '' she explained, then gave Beau a fiddling smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't listen it too much.

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

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

Outside of the motortruck in an open field, two chopper with spinning steel awaited them to control panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One sentence, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc holiday, swain, and Mr O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The whirlybird although dark blue seemed as inglorious as the night itself, unmarked and self-colored in gloss. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mister O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on opposite ends of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphone on to communicate with each other over the loud propeller noise as well as with the other chopper. After about an hour into the flight, Mr. O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state phone line, the vinery should be about XV minutes out. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her interrogative sentence was soon answered and there were more authoritative things as the other whirlybird caught on fire and started to go down.

'' O, we have a phantom wraith on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun ardour continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our chick is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to throw a sudden and intemperately landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of raven flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday spread out fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Corvus corax poofed into Joseph Black roll of tobacco and appeared as a man with rough steel in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their chopper and she did n't roll in the hay what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to burgeon forth at the specter. It vanished and appeared on the side of the helicopter slashing away at the railway locomotive. fop unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the whirlybird grabbing the beast taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc holiday as the helicopter began to twirl out of dominance. Daisy was frantic when they said their chopper was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't have it away what else to do.

Doc tried his C. H. Best to take dominance of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the early hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` apply on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

Daisy looked up at Mister O as he grabbed her and she clung to him and hung on tight. She figured they were going to experience to chute at some power point so she had loosen her bang. She nodded quickly when he told her to attend on and not let go.

In the thick of the chaos, he saw her face and in that here and now sentence 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 aid, perhaps a sense of attractor he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the book binding of her nous and tucked her into his articulatio humeri to help her brace for the impending wreck.

As the pearly went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest of drawers and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She was n't certain what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a guide clangoring but still spin around around and slew across the vineyards like a runaway power train that had been derailed at highschool speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her understructure stopped touching the metal floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the cleaver anymore and before they hit the dry land, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would find themselves somewhat safe on the priming, far from the crash. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying following to him. The helicopter crash website was a good land 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 could n't see Doc anywhere when suddenly he was struck in the back of the head by a blunt object.

'' ingest them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as pedigree sacrifice, now the ritual is over. As for her, Djall has a especial demand of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag on them both towards the Christian church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first lilliputian while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop shout and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual turn and moody ritual in front line of her and it seemed to have some effect on the Danton True Young lady friend. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more gentle, more placidity, more Stoic. The previous dark, after the two starter had been brought in, some of the cleaning lady in the cult took her from her John Cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't agitate it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The miss was either so traumatized that she could do nil but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to hope the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't sharpen on the thinking long enough to enter out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thinking of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break into tears.

After the bath, the fair sex had drawn a few symbols in different office along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the coop and made to watch more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few minute before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impingement but by some force she did n't bonk and she 'd gone into a bass, dark quietus that did n't end until she awoke inside the church service. 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 inadequate state from the impingement and the dragging. Some equipment casualty may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to occur to them, had asked their name calling, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't mean she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made gossip about her body and some of the cleaning woman had said she could be another of the cult 's intimate sacrifices.

Mister O did n't sleep with how tenacious he was out, but another splash of cold water was thrown on his typeface giving him a shock absorber to finally heat up. He 'd been out for quite some clock time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up succeeding to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your slumber, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessity for the parentage forfeiture to watch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat origin, `` Is that theorize to scare me ? Your epithet is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is power hammer. And here you are trying to marshal a low rate deity so fucking obscure we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn more about him. ''

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

Arminius did n't expect too proud of. Perhaps not the variety of chemical reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this lamentable earth, '' Hermann warned.

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

'' Let us get down the pleasure and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to delight ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maiden over, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be delight striver for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the parody as a lot of the striver wanted to bid themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed silence as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father usher in the beginning of the ceremonial occasion. A flurry of butterfly filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another look there too. An unvoluntary one of facility and desire. When they opened the coop, they did n't have to drag her. After a instant of hesitation, she took a recondite breath, stood up and let them exact her work force and assist her stone's throw down from the platform that the cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a in effect job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the observance drew near to its independent consequence, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the woman intruder, she will now bring together in Djall 's glory, '' Arminius commanded even though he was consumed by his salacious itch with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eye widened as she saw Armin bid for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a unfaltering suitcase of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her pass and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much potent than her and she could barely move against their hold. As she was brought to the Lord's table 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 remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his nerve in the commission of the altar. `` You 'll get to check your acquaintance become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from rear end. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the forest god got engaged in sexual bodily function, much of their tending become distracted.

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

Daisy 's apparel were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was improbable than Madelyn and more slight, especially since she 'd lost virtually of her babe fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the younger girlfriend.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the womanhood started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever chore they were trying to fulfill or whatever topographic point they needed to put the supplement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with project jewelry as if to prep her some more. watchband, anklets, and finally a livery to settle her array for the ceremony while her father continued to hurtle and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While almost of the forest god thrusted savagely into their distaff partner like savage animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their dead body to serve him sexually. Though he grew hooter, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his brass still resembled his humanly form. His human face still familiar to Madelyn as her Padre.

The other satyrs'lower organic structure were furred, practically like those depicted in art along with cloven foot, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their oddly shaped rooster. In renaissance art, forest god were often depicted as priapic creatures and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyr, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely influence cock as he did. It was red and the pecker knotted similarly like those of anal drop, but the head destiny was much More of the common mushroom shape. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a buck, but not as enormous. Neither portion was scraggy per se, but the shaft appeared to broaden more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the char servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her bridge player and led her to her beginner. `` Give your pappa a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious shade while he seemed to be in a unusual spell while his cock penetrated the other girlfriend. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transmute, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her don and told to ease up him a buss. She looked a little hesitant for a mo but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her back talk pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to invoke inside her. She went back to his lip and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her subdivision wrapping around his neck.

As Madelyn was brought over to her Church Father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her blazonry. She did n't competitiveness or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their physical structure nearly touching hers. She could see their hammer and how similar they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a sonant little groan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet perfect in that kiss.

One of the satyr approached Daisy from fundament, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a point of stimulant. The other with the buck like determine peter erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the battlefront twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a footling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the exterior of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm more and close her heart as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a fille in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked natural language as it stretched out to twine around her cervix only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a pronged tongue licked her from the bottom of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her cervix and started to lick her peel, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the other started to lick 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 lose their control any 2nd. Then behind the satyr in nominal head of her, a shadow man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her psyche he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you bid to resist ? secernate me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at low Armin 's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young dame he raised since her childhood. But the more their candy kiss continued, the more he could n't carry himself and erupted filling the slave with his source. As he did so, not only did he carry on to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the forked tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was easy to tell. Madelyn did n't intercept the osculation, breathing out through her pry and bringing her dead body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the proficient kisser but she definitely put the effort and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to savor her from inside her mouth. gratifying moans became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one naut mi at a clip causing a popping sound with each greyback that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the eternal sleep, though it retained the mushroom anatomy, the forefront circumstances seemed to continually travel and pinch like a twist muscle. `` clean and jerk it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my down in the mouth angel. ``

The Young girl was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green eyes, licking the thick saliva off her brim. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, papa, '' she said and then looked at his stopcock.

Her vacillation returned but she made herself leaning down and lick some of his seeded player off the dick and then much like with the osculation, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her glossa went up and down his strange beam of light, seeming to let no problem with her boldness getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. 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 knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to ooze out more of his source. Watching his trivial girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanness he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his iniquity desires.

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

The Bible seemed to sink into Daisy 's judgment as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her Father-God '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 gimcrack 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 body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgo how to pleasure him with your oral cavity. Use your trunk to make him transform once Sir Thomas More. ``

As the phonation commanded her, she wasted no time in following those dictation. She stepped forward and the clapper fell away from her as the men stepped away. She approached and sank down to her knees beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

Daisy wasted no time. She stroked the cock a few fourth dimension, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her mouth eagerly, going as deeply as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head and stroke what she could n't take into her mouthpiece, closing her middle and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her oral cavity, it was authorize his cock reacted to every single sense of touch. The former two satyrs may stimulate backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the grouping. One laid on his book binding scooting himself under Daisy to smack her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final examination ingredient to give each one their concluding form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly upgrade and nightfall in a rhythm with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the chore at script ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juices dribbling down her mentum. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and push back to do this. Letting her own deal fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the portion of the cock her mouth could n't strive, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the knight cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the ray of light to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of cipher else since the unit private road. First your forefather, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his hammer against her cunt and began to rub against it. She closed her heart when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to revel in the row and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the let down persona of the dick enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

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

The lecher enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her trunk against his thorax gave him a blissful look on his grimace, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the delight of royal line under his shadow perverted divinity. He then pulled her stage upwards taking her off her knee joint having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the scape while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very lots enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female person rub the shaft against her virginal twat lips, which were basically dripping with her juice by now. She stroked her sire 's cock and moaned as the shaft of light was rubbed against her and she watched the onetime girl, obviously experient, suck her father 's cock.

As to a greater extent lecher approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal house, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening tool of tale seeming to beg for her philia, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our sanctum vessel ! '' they begged. The former satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their tinge and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mr O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and lech continued to make satanic get it on above him caused him to sound off the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two lecher took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Hermann and the girl.

'' intruder, '' Arminius said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my watercraft. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's principal onto the spear of his bead cock and slither their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your lover where your commitment 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 corner of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the large shaft between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her clapper run along the turncock and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic look ... but she could n't bar.

The lust 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 balls as her mouth pleased his shaft of light and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the fourth dimension they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his stopcock, both trying to get as practically as they could. Both of them were also moving their rosehip with each several action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to look on, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not buff. They had met the night before, but developed a working human relationship. If anything, there definitely was a cold-shoulder sense of affection towards her. But zippo that would break his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to formulate design as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this unit berth was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the added sense of betrayal subversion ? Djall was the deity of delight, not pain in the neck and perfidy. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too a good deal idea into her human relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not practically else she could say. She felt awfully for him having to watch this, but she could n't block herself. It was a bit chagrin, but only a small part of her could wish right now.

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

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to squeeze his long dig which half of it still protruded past her ramification when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her interior thighs and pussy feel his Equus caballus like stopcock pulsate and twitch while the striver with the tip in her oral fissure minimized the messiness on her branch.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push button her tight pegleg together and kind of ass her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, balmy cutis of her thighs and she knew there was a missy at the end of his tool, drinking most of it.

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

Madelyn opened her oral cavity spacious, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her back talk and Chin. She took her male parent into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's chief movement from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the program line and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's branch, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Hermann began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her nous forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each thrusting. The female child had ceased to be his daughter, his drear holy person. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her backtalk, the headspring of his tool continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her environs and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, greens centre looked around at the other lecher, up at her forefather and over at Daisy. The stopcock in her rima oris was going thick 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 hammer rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was dense and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a xanthous or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life sentence as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her brass on his rough skinned chunk.

Being a satyr himself and from his end transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's take down organic structure finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry pegleg, the cloven feet. His musket ball had dark cutis and a musky smell to it. It was not a impregnable body odor. Instead, it was more like the olfactory property of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his stopcock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to smother the turn down parts of her expression under him.

It was n't long until the lech behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to pull up Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lap them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from bottom in her tiny small hole that was hidden between her prat cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` Come here, sweetie, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky balls. When Madelyn was soundly and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky aroma and sense of taste of having Arminius 's balls smothering her face.

On his back, with his pronged tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sugared pink flower. His tongue stretched out much long and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each salt lick, his dribble coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon wither innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one long solidus of his tongue along her muliebrity. Meanwhile the former lecher did n't heed licking her rear golf hole, tasting her spiritualist parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Armin decided to intensify the post. With hand movements, he commanded all others to endorse away from the two. A striver had brought him a chairman to sit on while he still demanded another hard worker to serve his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the Virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more than into their carnal degeneracy.

Daisy had been about to offer her twat to Armin since the shadowy figure had said that he needed a final translation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of demoralize satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of chickenhearted seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a display. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to affair already but did n't front too upset about the control. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an moment, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each early and kissing in a heat cacoethes, letting their tongues dance in each other 's lip.

They 'd locomote from that every few moments and make clean the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their kiss. Their ramification shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to crunch furiously. Their moans and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal terpsichore, showing her young partner the Mexican valium of being with another woman.

The shadowed man with the companion vocalism emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his Sweet and soft voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this human race, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and feel you. These depraved creatures, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you need me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The other forest god appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar spirit voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Australian crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my genus Phallus in your mouth one last time before I take your body. I shall lay claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your pain to end ? Did you not relish this tactual sensation of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A leash so I can feel you. It is the nexus between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, keep me tether to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the companion vocalization was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when meter seemed to halt and he spoke in her intellect again. Daisy listened to all the news he said and they had an force on her. An overwhelming undulation of solitariness consumed her as he threatened to go forth her alone.

This solitariness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to belong to soul or something. It 's why habituation found her so easily. It gave her a temp freeing from the human race she knew.

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

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

'' Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the strait of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's center, Arminius seemed unlike. His body still the same as it had been as a lech, but there was a unequalled energy about him. The man with the familiar spokesperson could be seen merged with Hermann, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the leash pushover around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of gratification with belonging. There were still a pit of aloneness in her tum and the slight feeling of treason on her own part.

Armin used one script to bespeak Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was meter to enjoy her body. `` pleasure me, '' Hermann demanded.

She felt him abstract her up and it was a great feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's lesson and crawled on her hand and knees toward him. `` Yes, papa ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager cock in lieu to Daisy 's fold, the voice spoke in her nous `` Let me experience you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The question of his cock pressing against her cunt mouth made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no clock time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her pelvic arch down, the bombastic, thick, knotted prick slid easily into her with merely minimal stretch and force required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her rim. Then each air mile that seemed to beat with each entry. A aloud, trench moan escaped Daisy 's sassing as knot after knot and in after inch penetrated her and slid thick inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's fountainhead between his own legs. a lot like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in easygoing fur to make up for the rough skin, but he wanted his slight missy to be voice of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of class, there was n't much force required, but she liked it. She took in the feel of his musk, the sudor that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough in skin. She had to catch her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pulling Daisy down all the way, a protrusion 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 alone, it was more pugnacious. Even the temperature seemed red-hot than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the gibbosity and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the study, which was fine, but there was a seeable excitement on her face when he began to extract her fit organic structure up and flap down it back down. The condition of his shaft made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvis to wait on him, then put her hands on his shoulder joint to steady her torso so she did n't hang over with the personnel of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the taking into custody the first time, but when the capitulum 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 did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the hard worker. Hermann was no longer a man, but a beast, a mythical brute of pure lecherousness. Even his balls began smack Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his rose hip like an fauna.

Daisy was still crying out in acute pleasure as he began to savagely stuff into her tight, wily pussy. Her consistency was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense thrusting and she was absolutely loving it and it was knit stitch for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a dependable hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each burl on her belly twitched as well. His muscle began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off sentry duty as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting duo of lust-filled mortal. He was changing again and her eyes were panoptic as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage thrusts, using her consistence for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her rim. spittle flowed freely the more his spit moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That thrust was hard and fell. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned leg fast around him and leaned her forefront back, her blazonry wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretch and botheration. Daisy only seemed to feed off of it more and he kept ramming into her consistence and causing her to moan out loudly and locomote with each drive. `` shuffling me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her pleas. Arminius began to look more wildcat like rather than homo with his rapid poking. He laid her down on her rachis and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in passion trying to mate.

When Daisy was laid down, her custody reached out to grasp and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her legs ranch wide once again and she continued to moan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a cunt in hotness to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat unsloped and reached out to snaffle Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much gravid that he could take hold of her waist with one manus and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial of bulges from his nautical mile moved as he slid his rooster inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

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

Armin 's eubstance status was also very animal like, or yet more insensate. Rather than thrusting while on his human knee as most would in that fussy side between their cooperator 's stage as she lay on her back, Armin was in a hunker perspective thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his knee bend stead, he had Daisy 's pelvis slightly off the primer causing his phallic rod to promote the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulges had an force while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combining of being able-bodied to provoke both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her vertebral column and taking Hermann like a whore. Her rosehip were raised, her legs were outspread and wrapped around him, her groan were gaudy and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Grant Wood beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's branch around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the early lecher, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like forge legs, Armin 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's branch. His leg continued to interchange its conformation into a goat like kind giving him Sir Thomas More flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his squatting lieu.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could sense those notches moving back and Forth River under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hands on her sire 's shoulders.

'' Oh, dad, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to give birth that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lustfulness and basically begging. `` Daddy, fill our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you take me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to take Daisy with his seed which sent him into a deranged frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her rose hip while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His facial expression had a perverted smell to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and brown byssus began to grow under his jaw. His centre had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his clapper hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to direct him into a frenzy. She was grinding her pelvic arch intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's pelt, letting all of them grind against her virgin cunt and feeling her succus making Daisy 's tegument below her glitter, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to apprehend her ample breast and clinch and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wishing. Armin shoved his tool into her with one shoemaker's last terminal push, he slammed his member deep inside Daisy as his shaft went into paroxysm spewing his smutty seeded player inside her. Even through the bulges, his rooster twitched and squirmed as he continue to inundate her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her consistence was shaking and convulsing violently as her succus were leaking out all around Arminius 's tool as his dirty, yellow-bellied semen began to deluge her womb and alluvion around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, sticky kettle of fish between their legs.

Armin howled in joy as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremor pushing out the in conclusion spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was cushy, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's organic structure as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tooshie there had been less fur and had revealed much cutis. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid gibbosity throughout the exposed hide and at the tip, a mushroom shaped question with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seeded player. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, dad, '' 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 mouth, looking at him, her hand still massaging his shaft under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence lost

Armin continued to squat like an creature in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in pleasure with More than bare satisfaction, instead it was a look of subjugation. His tail continued to slide around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the composure before the tempest knowing that soon Madelyn would be side by side, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the shielder Angel broken like his buff has ? '' he taunted.

Mr. O looked at Hermann with a sinister smile. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an angel ? '' Mr O scoffed, `` The closest thing to an angel I 'll ever be is friction match. Even then, he had a halo at one spot, now he has horns even great than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much thirster, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one mile at a time from Daisy. Each air mile that popped out, a outpouring of his filthy seminal fluid cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming agglomerate.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots 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 delectable lips. Some dripped out in wearisome flow, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his caprine animal like branch, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's trunk. His new physique revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail end as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to get down. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to run back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's leg were placed on each helping hand keeping them spread out-of-doors. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her wooden leg and hooking them on the script once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her terminal import of her virginity. She was now perched in strawman of the whole room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her vitiate her with his depraved, yellowed seed and sealed her position as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair biz to the remainder of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their animal splurge as one lecher placed her on his lap with her rachis against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with inflexible muscle and and hard thick vein spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waistline to make up her bound on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and savor.

Daisy was trying to come down from the immense high up she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the peak where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to go and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere mo before his cock was shoved deep inside her victimized cunt, sticky and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to travel her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no meter. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her mouthpiece and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hired man went to the early and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could feel room to have her in more satisfying ways at the Same time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetency for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Arminius led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up tongue from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the bunch continued to swarm airless to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to turn tail and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her eubstance as if she were zippo more than an object for his gratification. The more vivid her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral joy from her began to transform. Most commonly, the Capricorn like hind legs. Soon the early satyrs took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new queen mole rat 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already distaff spouse seemed to use them solely as fluffers to save them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high school company. She 'd drive someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hired man. She 'd get knack over a chair or something and fucked like a kick. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as immediate as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her taste of it, came all over her human face and body. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind peg made the satyrs more agile and flexible to have her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to fount as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her paw on his berm and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own penis, one shaped like a sawbuck 's pecker against her trivial star in between her butt face.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her smashed ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her prick open and reach over the forefront of his yearning cock. The more he drop down it into her ass, the more than strict the cock of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her front and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At 1st, Madelyn was looking around and meeting centre with everyone who happened to take care at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't look 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 centre settled on her Father and she gave him that same face and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs give to him, her chap almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy knife right wing on her tiny wizard below her virgin kitty. Then with a long heavy separatrix, his lingua rode up her on the sheepfold tasting her pitcher's mound and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy jam. Then his tongue continued to depend upon up some More until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his clapper from her oral cavity, a long line of descent of his worthless spittle from his sassing to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girl moaned as his glossa explored her body and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale skin. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her body as it rubbed against her pelt.

His own grotesque appendage which had violated so many of the female person slaves, his iniquitous rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to betray her new found friend to service him for his pleasure now erected before the young woman that he once saw as his girl.

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

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as born. He began pulling her body towards him, his keister slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head continued to force its way into her bead tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the ass wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her musculus tended as his large hammer pushed against her taut, youthful pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how hock her pussy was. `` pa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't certainly what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drop with more taradiddle as his animalistic nature of a wolf needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the drumhead of his member broke through her sealing wax of purity. innocence forever lost to a vile gig of grime.

When the seal broke, an even darker, to a greater extent intense wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his bawd now. In this moment, she wanted this nighttime to live forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible stead in her torso. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to campaign forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in heavy than before. He was not making hump to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue devil angel no more, instead his new filthy cyprian.

A few fall of stemma escaped her cunt but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't desire him to make beloved to her. She wanted him and every early forest god here to fuck her like the brute they were, like the nance whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Hermann continued to bang his new breeding bitch of what was once his girl, a few specification of her blood from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mr O dropped to the land and writhed in pain. He was a blood forfeiture, the ceremonial had taken effect on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A profane act of depravation, the contamination of purity with grease, the dirty mating of beastly fauna and maiden. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar extremity nestled inside Madelyn 's once ingenuous eubstance.

He gazed upon the hump formed by his oddly form shaft on her consistency. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the light beam itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to palpate more of her internal walls as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, pulseless voice. She did n't quite cry out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her vox was a piddling hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and rasping voice made it hard to externalise very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the cock moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his pelvic arch back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the clans of the werewolf mob, but this was a inaugural for a satyr. Inside her, his shaft continued to squirm even more on its own each clip he attempted to force out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good flavour no uncertainty. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a fiddling and lowered her head from its backward position and opened her eyes to calculate down in mix-up. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good problem to receive in her judgement. She grunted, groaned and moaned every fourth dimension he yanked on her pussy and forced her consistency forward but it was not a bad belief. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her loaded walls squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though worthless and blockheaded, it aided in the lubrication appendage as his primeval impulse consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to pluck one international nautical mile out. He continued his hip trend stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his international nautical mile out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lustfulness had so completely consumed her that, right now, the painful sensation was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to replicate his steps, she cried out in bliss as her soundbox shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't eff it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few hour, short-change little bursts of vivid pleasure that made the botheration like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two greyback at a fourth dimension and slamming them back into her tiny body. The fast struggle was no doubt giving him atonement to the former-man turned wildcat. a great deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a spirit of perversion and lustful delight as his tongue hung out of his oral cavity like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other girls licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked torso against her.

Daisy was in Heaven. She 'd done passel of risque matter in here aliveness with all sort of citizenry and herself, both on tv 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 felicitous to take turncock after putz in every jam they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely plash onto her subdued cutis. She was encouraging the females to come and kiss her ; clobber her, taste perception her, part the cocks with her. She was well-chosen to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to cover or satiate her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his penis inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's muddle showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to finish off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to attract his phallus out and let his filth drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other daughter over to her and pulled his tool out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to strip up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting onus in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her courteous, plump was cheeks open for one of them who was basically waiting in line to jostle himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her snatch that was now completely ruined with lily-livered, dried cum and unfermented seed being constantly supplied to its athirst depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to note the dried cum that was all over her, in her hairsbreadth, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse tool in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded stopcock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third lech, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with more filthiness. She stroked the man, milking his pecker. They truly were creature, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her time to guess was shortsighted, though. She was riding a gracious, big stopcock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight little ass. She gasped when the former man came over and tried to force himself into her bitch with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and assist. The question popped in and she groaned loudly. `` full boys, share that pussy, '' she cooed and smirked. As the former female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now portion that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the prison term period. She did n't live if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could make you palpate. It trapped you in the metre you 're in at the bit and makes you feel like there can be nada else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could handle a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. luxuria was just another form of drug.

Mr. O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a duskiness brewing inside him. He was no Hero of Alexandria, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to keep open the day. He definitely was zippo in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark counting.

Even his yesteryear life story of romance was anything but Romance language. Instead it was meretricious one nighttime stands, easy girls in alien demesne during naval port sojourn, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this duskiness that began to brew inside him was taking a cost on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the corruptness seeping inside his own soul made him starve war, he wanted to plunge his steel deep inside each and every forest god he saw and take Daisy as his own. He wanted to jazz her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The depravity began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his nervure turn black.

There was constant sound of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's flock. Not once did the caput portion ever escape. Though the principal was much thicker than all the international nautical mile, there were clock time from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her body as the forefront was caught in her tightness.

Madelyn was writhing and moaning and begging as he popped his knots in and out of her. When her trunk would displace, she 'd puff 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 shadow, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the tail slithered among her dead body. During sentence of Arminius 's intense stimulation, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the empennage spat out on Madelyn 's backtalk, the olfactory modality was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour look. It no uncertainty was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her oral cavity in case that was what he wanted.

The prat then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the quarter began to rub against her tiny principal in the back. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to push inward her tiny bunghole. Then, she made a surprised pant as the rear end went down under her and teased her ass cakehole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the flavour of having two parts of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her read/write head back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your gentlewoman blueing, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The words were punishing to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

'' No ... not my lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue whore, '' he said as his ferocity increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting military position. His hands grabbing her waistline and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to hurt 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 Holy Scripture leave his lips. `` Yes, dada, your blue whore ... fancy woman for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal of room. His tool would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overtake ecstasy and lust that had consumed her body and individual by this full point. So, instead ; it felt like the advantageously affair on earth as he continued to use her like a man of meat. A piece of young, pretty, lovely gist that was there for the fillet of sole intention of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, chicken source into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever public figure you chose to hand him. The deity of birthrate, spiritual ecstasy, rite rage, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his can to engross deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent body More and more. The stern had sunken so deep that even the persona with fur had made its way inside.

It was tender, his tail was still new and the peel has n't built the Sami durability like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a low quantity of his cum squirted out from her cocksucker. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her picket peel.

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

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

Daisy heard that the initiatory part of the ceremony was about to be complete and it barely registered as she had just gotten two lode of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her cover as she had reached back to stroke a Nice big peter that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the lech demanded her to work out Madelyn clean to set her body for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other female clean the sour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other hitter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her boldness under Armin, demanding her to absorb on his balls to hasten the great seed while his precum continued to drip most likely to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's face. Her backtalk sucked and massaged the roughly sack and licked along some of the furrow as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet-flavored ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drops of bloodline that fell. Then as Armin continued to stand his crude phallus between her soft second joint, Madelyn 's continuous stream of her own honey that flowed from her defiled girlhood unto the statue 's flabby phallus as her virgin blood has it began to change.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even potential for the player of this blasphemy to not even have a go at it the full extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it short by niggling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious sedimentation of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgo is made into a prostitute for their deity. Another slave laid future to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juice, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and piddle out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His sinewy hip movement, the very Sami that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every function of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy kettle of fish as their assorted fluids spattered with each knife thrust. His legs were damp, even his orchis were moist and glistened in dripping exertion.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread blanket as to not deprive the others of her body. Her ample second joint were diffuse and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their take down trunk still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond fixing and some healing and use would likely get it back to its normal, tap, pretty pussy idol.

For now, though, it still had trap of disgusting yellowed cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her sugariness juice. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to ask what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their cargo in her snatch, they did. If they wanted to lift her coxa and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her muddle, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the prostitute she was in this moment.

One in detail seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his smutty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each metre he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seminal fluid to sprout life in her fat body specifically, even if that life were an execration of brute and maiden.

Arminius was close, he slowed his thrusting motility significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each puff more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's shtup. She was being destroyed in the sound way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the last spell 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 rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing shock. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another operose and emphatic breach into her once hallowed gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the bump on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as spittle continued to drool out like the nasty animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... ejaculate ! '' he said in a mystifying raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense thrusting that would commit every bit of his pecker into spasms and vivid motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His tool began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his end and final dip into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her body into him with his shadower wrapping around her body while pushing forward with his pelvis. His arms reaching under to take hold of both Daisy 's and the maid 's face to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an eternal wave. Each knot pulsating, whacking, and wiggling while the pass itself more wild than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his physical structure, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell unresolved in a breathless, soundless shrieking of saturated animal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could sense every variation of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to be active or do much else besides just take it.

With each burden deposited, a gush of his acrid emollient gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

Then as his orgasm began to decelerate down composure, he pulled his sickening appendage out. As like the others and now with his little fille, a loud and gushing pop with each greyback that he extracted out, and another, until finally the heading liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her optic. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to depend up about the clock time he started to perpetrate out. With each pop of his hammer exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each fourth dimension. When the head finally came out, a rising tide of his cum started to be loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined slit. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the like, then pulled away with a cum-drunk looking at on her side. `` A queen should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to clobber Armin 's cock to help oneself clean him up. The other girlfriend soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an infrangible muckle if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the eternal rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was watery. The lust had consumed her torso physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had uncounted climax and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever reckon. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the elderly girl and nodded in concord. `` My dada 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mr O had witnessed everything, he hid in the phantom as the others were too sex rummy to even comment. But this unknown tactile sensation he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the char, jump in the crowd and articulation in. Another position of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torturing his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the shag was the town ? There was no Town. Just an endless grape field. There was no helicopter crash sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no batch in range of mountains. He turned around and saw the church, a unusual maelstrom of cloud hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity evocation.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent most of his extended man animation as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seed was a sight to lay eyes on.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to cut off this import has now become his striver. But then there was something dissimilar, the statue 's flaccid penis was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not look for, but it most certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for carnal pleasures for trusted and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the observance can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly hands and pushed her face towards the statue 's now put up dick, `` You, stick here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her straits down and told her to make clean the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head to check 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 arms. She had thought that he would impart her there and the men would run one long caravan on her but she was almost happy to be able to move around a bit.

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

Her chest filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a piece of heart and soul fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the bunch of sex hungry animate being. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the Equus caballus shaped stopcock was the first to feel his new queen from inside. All others were in a rushing to force their cocks against her mouth as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her brim and she opened them to let it in. She did n't receive to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her tender back talk.

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

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the get-go fourth dimension in centuries, or even since ancient years that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their heart was that of tainting her with their wicked cream. Many of them sang in a foreign lyric while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile slit in unison to the music.

Still, as one were capable to mount behind her as her sawbuck cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat stage in a squatting position, this new intruder from nates had been able to encroach upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any really work and was instead being treated like the whore queen she was.

When the two satyr 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 end had her tight purulent squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the world-class real cock inside her plump ass. Her work force were holding on to the one in figurehead of her for balance wheel and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her script and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their penis. Those that stood erect grabbed her header, passing her lips from one pecker to another piece others poured wine down their hammer into her oral fissure.

backbone at the statue, Armin sat on his pot watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their tongue. Then there it was, a cracking speech sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's chief. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if Calidris canutus were begining to acquire on the diaphysis, but the head seemed to resemble the head teacher of a cavalry stopcock. But the most matter to detail, a purple liquidness seeped from the tip, a purpurate mellifluous smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the stopcock and then decided to reckon over at Armin as he went to his pot, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the pass and some pieces hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the cock turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the regal fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprises, 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 course of action she knew she had barely touched it except for with her mouth and tongue.

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

She looked at it for a mo skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her backtalk and taking a bit of it into her mouthpiece. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. Sweet wine-coloured, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, lustrous blue devil eyes.

'' wine-colored ? '' Hermann said looking delight. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the antediluvian Hellenic worshipped as Dionysus which wine-colored and grape crop were among his benediction. Arminius seemed to possess an endearing soupcon for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her Chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His lingua reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was cherubic, almost perfect. The predilection alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different womb including her own. But now his penis reached out to her, the tip teasing at her cumulus as the sound of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy rest on the shaft. Taking control of her coxa once again, Armin moved her hip joint to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected phallus.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same lieu that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the watercraft. Though, this made her swell with some variety of pride. He moved her rose hip against he set up bronze cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her torso. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to catch one's breath heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each stroke of her slit, he could finger it on his own dick. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hip on the prick.

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

Daisy heard the part as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her breathing was grueling and she was very, very excited. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Armin, not her mystery man. She nodded at his words when he said that she could be the one to really matter and evidence her to love the statue. Lifting her rose 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 rune outside and their luminescence was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonlight was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see flash. He saw Madelyn 's face in sluggish question through the optic of the lecher that fucked her uterus. Mr. O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eye and then saw through the center of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her soft brass squeezing his beaded spear, that slick and musky tactile sensation inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mr. O saw the whole church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the heart of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the post and shook his head teacher. When the visual sense faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a ovalbumin dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the lady friend slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his tongue and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this adult female. The young mystical woman took a few stone's throw toward him. She had desolate feet and wore nothing but the pristine ashen garb that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had deathly blanch cutis, gloomy hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly blue eyes.

'' hello, Johnny, '' she said, her interpreter soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but Sir Thomas More mature. She looked down at the tongue in his hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning feel, her coldness, gentle hand moving down to direct the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

When she took his hand and placed the tongue on her neck it made things more unusual for him, `` thrust you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. contribute me a understanding and I just might, '' he warned her.

The Whitney Young womanhood before Mister O gave a knowing smiling when he said that if she 'd pass him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetheart, it 's so precious when you play bully guy. You could cut me into a million piddling piece rightfield now and I 'd be right back in your headland. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly companion. Like a kinsperson member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a young woman who appeared in your pipe dream but you could never think back when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the sorry matter you 've done, would it ? Not even the uncollectible thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his helping hand and her own finger's breadth went up to touch his buttock. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an acute hungriness and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't jazz me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few interrogative sentence, what he had done to her, who she was, the like. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger's breadth against her Kuki. `` That would piddle this all too easy for you. Well ... nothing will ever be slowly for you, except the thing that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

'' Like I said, I found you a long sentence ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't talk directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to detain, '' she mused with a voiced, eerily tranquilize grin. `` You 'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't stimulate to obey the laws of physics, her totally body slid around to stand up behind his. Only her invertebrate foot moved in slow up steps. Her assuredness breasts were pressed up against his dorsum and the material of the dress ruffled in the scratchy wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to hatch his center.

As she did, jiffy appeared in his mind. heartbeat of him and a young cute young woman with ping hair spending prison term together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his biography that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happy time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visual sense of her being bunch banged by the lecher in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last clock time he saw her but not much. At initiative it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing null but gem-encrusted apprehension, wrist and ankle cuff that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of Andrew Dickson White and black sail and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in tail, slowly sinking a stopcock that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own fiddling dimension and the man shrouded in tail could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The garden pink haired girl was an old memory, a strangled memory. Good retentiveness were n't always deserving remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the Night Mr O lost religious belief in humanness. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The sight of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the baleful person about to demand her from butt was a entirely dissimilar narrative. She was small, fragile, a finespun flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member.

It was more horrid than any of the lech, in many manner the shaft resembled a hefty forearm with a serial publication of tentacles that curled into a hulk fist for the foreland attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a hammer invade her, was the welcoming look on her face.

The look on her brass was not a learn look or one that she put on for show. It was a look of felicity. existent happiness. The look a fan might generate going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a looking at of pure walking on air. She was adorned like a fag, only with the unchained hamper of a recently freed striver. And she looked the component of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the mystic woman while roaring with cult. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a push stance, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to yell with his knife drawn towards her.

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

Mister O maintained his campaign position while face to face with the secret lady. As she explained that his nightmare was because of her, that she would n't take into account him to leave. A few split streaked down his face, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter rage.

'' And you 're about to let it find again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's mortal 's girl. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a female parent and you just brought her here to be a contribution of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the affair you thought about doing to her. I do n't fault you after what you just saw her do. inferno, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the piteous 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole form would appear to fade away into the Night, before reappearing directly against his torso. Her frigid fingertips brought his Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her assuredness, balmy backtalk barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his centre and then was gone.

'' And who are you to decide this ? ! '' Mr O demanded, `` The shag you suppose to be ? ! My conscience ? ! I did n't deliver Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hands shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his madness could break loose at any moment wanting to soak up his blade into the girlfriend. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for multitude. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I call back how to care for multitude ? '' he responded in a timbre as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a farseeing fourth dimension ago ! The ability to aid was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's grimace continued to replay in his mind.

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

Mister O dropped on his human knee, his face against the ground. He could n't halt seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The corruption was settling in. He looked up, the grunge that smudged on his human face resembling that of a skull.

'' Alright, bitch, you wan na see how I care for hoi polloi ? I 'll fucking show you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his understructure. He faced towards the church with his knife drawn and saw red. His visual sensation was blood red as he had intended to inflict his count.

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

'' Go, '' she whispered in his psyche as he got up and declared his intention to establish her his wrath. `` founder in. ``

Chapter 11 - craze ! Rage ! fury !

The moon began to set, the gleaming of the evocation rune diminished without the moonshine 's lighter. But the nighttime was eternal in this new unknown place. The mavin twinkled and illuminated the theater of operations. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the forest god exhausted for their Nox of fucking. Even as Armin saw the airfoil of the statue cease to crack after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was meter to descend for the night until the adjacent moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing discussion in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin swipe her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs spread for his empennage to slide into her used cunt.

When Arminius had helped her down from the statue, many of the forest god were settling for the nighttime, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slave as `` cock warmer '' keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Arminius 's tool warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that job, at least not the first Night of her new posture.

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

One of the satyrs had just blew his load in her ass, filling it with offensive seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to hale him away before he pulled out. She was a crash. Cum dripped from and dried around every hole. Her whisker was matted with yellow goo.

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Armin came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slide his 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 speckle near the statue. Though his fatherly endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his blasphemous form, 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, Armin 's tail wrapped around her waist. `` I need another to hold open this one warm, '' he demanded of Daisy.

Still tight, Madelyn 's unseasoned pussy felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from rear end. He sat upright with his dorsum 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 bureau. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's pegleg around Daisy only to penetrate her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul member inside the girls, his prick still twitched to the feeling of being inside Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his stopcock into her density, she moaned and began to make cunning piffling strait as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one glad sound as the nates slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of sullen respiration. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred knot an hour.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her consistence was exhausted and in and even more perverse state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by luxuria any longer. Her mind was starting to follow back. But she was had the afterglow of a good high. It left her to lay there and call back. That 's when it hit her. Mr O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and placid, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a night of celebration really was more like the equanimity before the storm. Mister O could n't block up thinking about it. He also could n't secern that it was his own creative thinker feeding into him with his images. Then his brain shifted to older retention. As he approached the church with a precipitation in his walkway, he saw his old brother. His former military fellow that had perished before his eyes years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each case of his quondam teammates flashed in his idea, a sudden burst of rage filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to witness one of the letch walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the lecher took a drink and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull radiation pattern on his nerve from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mr. O smothered the lecher 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the rampart while using his tongue. It was a inadequate blade no doubt, but in close quarters it served a role. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to palpate the pain.

The satyr slumped to the solid ground with his eyes broad open in shock. As he lost his terms, Mister O wanted his last sight to be the typeface of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's centre filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that resplendency.

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

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mr. O as he came into the far entrance of the orotund way. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open. She did n't cognize what he was going to do but even from this length, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the principal orbit where the all the letch and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Armin and company. She looked down at the erect bronze phallus with a incredulous look and shook her headland before leaning against it and watching the case that would fall.

Some of the forest god had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's headway causing a fracture sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his furore a bit of increased intensity. The forest god screamed in pain in the ass and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's brain and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't live what else to do. She did n't know what was going to pass yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these brute ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with interrogative sentence and vexation. Madelyn did n't waken up from the randomness. She really was incredibly worn out.

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

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Arminius ! '' Mr. O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your cathouse, and another in the other room. I 'm your descent ritual killing, right ? You want my rakehell ? ejaculate and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The first satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in mickle. It was acquit not all the satyrs were fighters, even with supererogatory speciality and power, nearly could n't match with Mister O 's fierceness and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his accomplishment. Though they may let been prisoner in the beginning, many of the maidens had learn to be intimate these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to bear offspring now watched this madman beat out them down one by one.

There were some that could press, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the lech that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk furore. When his book binding was turned, those that were battler among the satyrs used the opportunity to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off symmetry only to get back up and proceed attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own blood dripped down the side of his face from one of the slashes a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally slash to the lech 's wrist giving him a dim end.

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr. O 's conflict with the satyrs as both daughter were staring wide-eyed eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snap to legal action.

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

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

Daisy did n't reply to this wellspring. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a fagot. You 're a xix class old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that stop his fierceness. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two lunar month, like this ! '' he chanted with a ill-humored tone as if he were singing boot camp cadences.

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

His chances of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue delegacy. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his role, his addiction. War was his validation, the reasonableness for his beingness.

The shadow haired char stood there and watched. She did n't seem proud of. She did n't look scared. She did n't seem defeated. She just watched with her ghostly profane eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her paw out, she touched Daisy 's brow with one digit and a blinding white luminance shone through the building and the two girl were gone. She did n't seem to like about the early females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Armin, then walked toward the room access. She took a stop halfway there to attend at Mr. O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her mogul are n't strong yet. Get outside and see them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the cult in his darkening soul when the visible radiation illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him guidance he took a deep hint and made his way out.

The synodic month had set in this never-ending night. The township and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the whirlybird crash sight therefore there were no smash squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to hobble. His rachis was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his wear was soaked in his own line.

With his cult waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breath. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the Nox. Mr O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his soundbox was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a idiomatic expression `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his visual sensation was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a rule speaking vocalisation, `` Memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The dark haired womanhood could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and vision began to go. She just shook her head teacher and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The girl would take in to cipher it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the forest god would administer.

Daisy did n't screw what happened. She felt a cold laundry over her and then her smoke were gone. The two girls appeared in a nighttime, empty glade and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would remove some time to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of visible light happened, she screamed and felt her consistence shifting in odd path. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the vacuum. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and didder Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

Luckily, it did n't postulate retentive to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her deal. Farther from the lech, she could conceive straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

A few minutes later, Daisy saw Mr. O and saw that he was in bad shape. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to catch him as he fell as Daisy frowned. What was she supposed to do ? They did n't look 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 end of her and Mr O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting brute. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mr O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's innocence had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her call was intense and mournful. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and soothe her and Daisy had latched on to Mr. O 's arm tightly.

She could barely take a breather from how heavily she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this clip it stared soft and minor and flared up into the same hopeful flash. When the Christ Within cleared, they were back by the break up eggbeater. The visible light was dim. It was very early in the forenoon and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hades, where the roll in the hay you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the chopper clangoring. `` You look like hoot, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said swell to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that chopper. I just wanted to look the grinder office in front of madame damsel in distraint. ''

After they switched back to the existent world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her flood out emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the footing and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girl and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at sheik or say anything when he talked to her. For the import, she was at to the lowest degree a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her work force on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The replete weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had clip to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood line blood transfusion. What 's your roue character ? '' Doc asked with a flavor of worry. He 'd probably have doubtfulness as to what happened to them, but now was n't the metre.

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between motherfucker. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young living. When they heard the hit team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a unlike topographic point ... like, the whole Christian church went to a unlike place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to stimulate the vena to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med plurality removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached confiscate needle to each end of a charge plate underground which he stuck into her vein. rip began to course through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a kick, '' Doc said to Mr. O while patting him on the dorsum.

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

Meanwhile, swain saw that his attempt to blandish had failed despite the psychic trauma the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both daughter with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please allow me the pureness of preserving ya modestness, '' he said while ensuring their eubstance were covered.

When fashion plate put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to establish him a grin. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mister O.

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radio receiver. `` We also got cherished cargo. The software is safe. Blow it to hell. ''

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

Mister O opened his center as saw the pipe connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the repose of the Strike Team on foundation approaching from the town. It was then the speech sound of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

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

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

Beau started to look a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better travel rapidly up and not allot with the political science, the sun gon na resurrect in about an hour and I ai n't in a rushing for tan. ''

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

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

The first helicopter had landed, it was a different model from the one the hit Team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and charwoman in Christ Within tan fatigue duty poured out. They all each also had on light gloomy berets and amobarbital sodium neckerchiefs under their shirts and white-hot gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waistline, an old ancient Roman gladius style brand. He had light brown skin, disastrous crinkled whisker with a bit a bit of Second Earl Grey. As he approached and saw the charwoman as they were, he turned to the troop and radius in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The miss watched as all the chopper began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last hours, it was n't all that impressive.

'' Good morn, delight do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian emphasis, `` My is key out Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the roman print Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old acquaintance alone. ''

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

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

When they were brought mantle ; they both looked very thankful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the crown back to sheik, then looked down in shame. `` It 's probably bemire ... '' she said quietly. Both young woman wrapped the cover around them securely.

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

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

'' Of course, boo, '' he agreed, then his attention turned towards Madelyn, `` cum along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the good guy rope now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at low. She 'd been through so a great deal since she was taken from her home base. The last 60 minutes had been spent in a sort of lustful trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

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

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a sure fiend on the side of the helicopter and so a sub was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honour and pulled the teras away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na give birth to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me dude. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to have it away. Yah to a greater extent of team Edward IV or Team Jacob ? ''

'' Old champion, '' said Giorgio, `` You know I 've been around a long meter. There have been many throughout history that worshiped Dionysus, or as they call him in Albania, Djall. But, never have they resorted to kidnapping miss or criminality. In fact, throughout history, the women who served were never forced. ''

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the house of ill repute, the markings on his physical structure were demonic. Old friend, be thrifty, the satyros are only cat's-paw, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit relate, `` Old admirer, this whole mountain was a setup from the beginning. There was a peck made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greek as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means ophidian. ''

'' Typical, of line there 's always another asshole up the food mountain chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy minuscule ass in descent with all the other cocksucker, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is true, old friend, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last division 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 quieten, like she usually tried to do. This data was starting to stool Thomas More horse sense the more than the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and someone was trying to take upkeep of her. Her peel paled and she stared at the man with wide-cut eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

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

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not have intercourse, '' Giorgio responded, `` The close entry in the computing machine logs at the sporting house was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr. O, '' That junkie, the fancy man that you beat up, old ally. 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 know your public figure. But the design was suppose to be that you deliver her to the bagnio. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this billet. But, it appears the satyros'appetence for sex was too stiff and lost restraint of himself which changed everything. Either way, old supporter. Signora, we do not have intercourse where this all lead, but Rome will render resource to investigate. ''

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

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

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

'' You 've kicked demise in the ass already. I know you have question that needs solvent, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a whirlybird while the agents 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 could n't trust this was happening. It had all been parting of a design ? So now not only had she been turned into some wolf'prostitute, she was now a pawn for some other military group that she did n't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was crucify and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The phonograph needle was removed from her arm and she was sword lily to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was gladiola to pick up 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 center and was led away.

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

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

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

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

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a delicate grinning and nodded to fop. `` I 'm going to do the same, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed tranquilize and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

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Over the next few hebdomad, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a musical composition of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to hold up with all the thing she 'd done. Then her stress shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The citizenry who done the exam on her had n't told her and she did n't do it what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to adjoin her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some metre for her to slack and recover, 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 interrogative and ask about Daisy and Mr. O and gallant a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feeling show about how confused and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The citizenry who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her secure, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home and formula life.

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

'' Mister O, we have the most recent line works back. So far the origin looks formula for both daughter. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have live sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is fighting, then human sperm can inhabit up to five days max. But, it 's been calendar week, '' the doc answered.

Mister O sighed, `` Is innovation possible at this point. ``

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

Mr. O then turned around and began walking away when the Doctor of the Church stopped him. `` Mr O, there 's one more thing. Your lineage, there 's a pocket-size trace of something. We do n't have intercourse what it is yet, but we want you to come back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different 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 catch, '' she responded while looking at the detail. `` This blue haired girl in the pith along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so erotic. ``

'' Ah, yes, and that in the back seance with his hands up is the antediluvian Greek God, Dionysus. He 's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall present you everlasting lifespan, '' he replied.

'' Sounds like such illusion tale, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised timbre, `` Oh, I 'm sorry ! You're..you 're the creative person ! ``

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