Broken Angels

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 limited purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the heights, and to not feel anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would deliver died if it were n't for her Best champion, It felt like she was the only person she had left the only when person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced drained and brought back and put into a comatoseness until she could get all the drugs out of her arrangement. Now, she was recovering at the core, trying to get her thoughts straight and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go domicile. However, something felt different about lifespan, about her physical structure, her nous. Better than before, but different. She could n't excuse it.

It was late in the eve when a dark SUV rolled up following to an old church. Drug dependency rehab foretoken posted. Mr O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark cause, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black pilus combed in a fauxhawk vogue with a seedy whiskers covering heavy nucha on his face.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his rima oris 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 Johnson, my epithet is Mister O,"the sharply habilitate man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to miss his breathing spell. `` You do n't appear too good. How about we speak in secret ? '' said Mr. O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of property, she saw the scenery going on outside the nub. She gasped and could n't help but keep an eye on. For some reasonableness she felt compelled to watch the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

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

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

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

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was freeze down in her stead on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his articulatio genus and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for mortal to foretell the police. There seemed to be a girlfriend missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a tec or something, so she was n't about to call the law on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

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

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so reside with the now bawl out man he did n't detect the fille approach path. But, hearing the idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off precaution.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more confused for a instant. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and wink. `` I ... I do n't have it away. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it intend ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the early man. She was not all that large 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 supporter. `` In the old days of my system, it was code to enter secret catacombs under particular town undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crowd of people to watch, Mr. O did n't appear to care as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` Okay, I do n't make love who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please save me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the multitude were watching them. She still did n't love 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 come with him or run and she did n't really wan na run, but she had no theme 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 electronic computer screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lens system on top scanned Daisy until an automate vocalism spoke, `` Greetings, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the computer blind filled with several record, constabulary records, medical checkup phonograph record all belonging to Daisy. The voice 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 criminal record of affiliation to any secret social club, cabal, or shadow governance. receive 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 meter, she looked at between the figurer, and the man beside her. It had all of her disk. Even the ones 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 indulgent giggle when it seemed excited about the TV show. A data processor that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

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

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the drive of a random firm in tranquilize suburbia. It was null out of the ordinary bicycle. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularization.

'' There 's a little girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, look, you probably have no idea what the roll in the hay is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his articulatio humeri. `` The front threshold is unbarred, Daisy. Can you afford it for me while I carry this asshole interior ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the menage portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portraiture, there was teenage little girl with dyed dreary tomentum, a actual cute grin and a girl adjacent door type of stunner.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the class portrait as Mr. O explained the berth in more particular. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the miss was okay, then had a intellection and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the pic. `` She 's not here. Did something pass ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

'' We 'll divvy up with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to poke into his memories. But I wan na express you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the livelihood room where many works of nobble art hung on the paries.

Daisy ran a helping hand through her fuzz, nodding as he explained the process. She looked like she wanted to oppugn him when he said something about probing someone 's judgement for computer memory, but figured it was n't the eldritch thing she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from small-arm to piece. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to narrate once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't do it how to do any of this ... I do n't recognise if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you get it on if the runes have any association to, like, specific supernatural rite ? ``

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

He then walked over to the information processing system in the living room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house at to the lowest degree 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 accident. ''

Mr O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all word restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's forefather :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in worry and I need your help. I 'm going to send for you soon ! dear you, my blue angel.

Mr. O continued to explain more, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon mortal at this IP destination began searching the deep web looking up assorted supernatural websites. Not the cheesy Gothic architecture manner poppycock, I 'm talking stuff under the heart 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 acknowledge pimp. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to keep their tuition monetary value. 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 newsworthiness. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's female parent was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the male parent made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runic letter once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This unit thing makes me fed up, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The fille is with her Father ... somehow. I do n't have it off how I know. But there 's no way, with that e-mail and the way all this rail line up with the search account ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sealed, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy playact into this then ? '' it was More of a thought out trashy than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the door, `` Help ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in thwarting, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too much for you to manage. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the information out of him. You can allow for or await away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go beat the selective information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the room access. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly composure given the situation. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the mob of cigarettes from her scoop and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the conniption carried on in the house.

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

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the auditory sensation coming from inside the theater and smoked her coffin nail. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, funny as to what was going to happen next.

Mister O 's vesture was a bit ruffled from the his scuffle with Carl President Johnson. His arm were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English language chirography 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 physical contact. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a hint. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost someone

second began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Samuel Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with supernatural group. They usually have dependable funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson to rescue 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 bagnio is a sports meeting up period to change the female child for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the folk portraits and the family motion picture, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her step forefather. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the doubt remains, do you think the founding father is a dupe or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the fad and the pimp, she nodded in discernment and ran a hand through her tomentum. When he asked the interrogative sentence, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogative and I have a grim look about it. To me, the signs point in time to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my flavor. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two prison term Nobel public security Prize recipient role, Sebastian apotheosis to extend the new cultivating island off the coast of Gronland, just north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better humans has made him the saint pick for this new dependency, '' the tuner reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

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

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

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to piddle herself depend the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a acquaintance of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her hair some and few small-scale smear in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun islet but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary oculus recently. She still looked pretty and did n't face like a vast jam but she thought it was a bit more believable.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a little smiling. `` Do I look like a disturbed soon-to-be tart ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a doubled payoff. The aspect of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the survey of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his habituation. It was his proof for purpose in life.

'' You look dandy, '' he responded, `` I mean you look keen in the mother wit that I believe it 'll pop off. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a augury notifying their entry into Little Albania, a community of interests of Albanian immigrants looking for a meliorate spirit. But, within the residential district also lurked a secret faction of cultists using the community to hide their shadow workplace. `` count around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no figure, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great 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 percentage of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their goal 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 of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple closure from the edifice and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building cargo and unloading passengers.

'' O.K., we need to play the part from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the door for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit uncut with his handling of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` travel along my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Saami blot 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 wager the part. `` I can be a pretty good actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really bear in mind the rough handling. 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 turn her physical structure and try to press against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated suspiration and tell him to let her go.

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

interior to a greater extent homeless person looking strayer stood near the entranceway, no doubt they were precaution. As Mr. O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit threshold were afford, inside the sight of missy appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to serve well previous men.

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

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 spirit to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked dazed. role of her was, but she figured it fit the region since she 'd be wanting to look at in her new environment. She was looking in the rooms at the pitiful young lady and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor fille, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine-colored, women, to which I act the empty-headed goat, '' he said to the people in the function. `` I work for Carl President Johnson, '' Mr. O added.

The multitude in the office sat there and looked at him for a arcminute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the gaffer as he sat in the back of the power chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. tertiary floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like girl with blue hair's-breadth. But, if not, okay she will bulge out fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking people tonight. She for sure hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the office. As they made it to the step, he whispered in her ear, `` Stay composure, I wo n't let them put you to work. But mortal knows something. ``

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

Mister O continued the charade 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 organic structure were a distich of female person legs, as he turned around he revealed a defenseless young woman appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the youthful girl had the man 's seminal fluid dripping from her tumefy vaginal sassing. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a passably Edward Young girl and could plainly see the seeded player dripping from her.

'' youth and fertile, '' said the man with an speech pattern, `` That 's how I enjoy my subjects. I test out the new missy, if they bare our child then my kin grows. But, if not, then they fuck for money and provide for my kin. ``

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

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

Daisy screamed and went blanket eyed, wondering if he was dead. She was blanch 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, with each step his kicking thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is crucial is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I works his seed into fertile consistence like yours. My reward ... .eternal younker. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the paries, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to works his source. '' As he explains his aim with one hand around her and the other touching her stomach where the womb is located, `` I can sense it ... Djall 's offspring will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face closer to hers, his dentition were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a present moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long stroke with his natural language licked her from her neck then ups the incline of her face, `` You smell and taste ... insufferable ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to undress her. Something about her fragrance and gustatory modality caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a piddling when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His hand was on her stomach, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this time it was different. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed storm by something. The puppet of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on terra firma in a foresightful sentence.

'' What do you mean ? I 'm just a person ! 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 than. And then gunshots erupted on the bottomland flooring, men were yelling throughout the hall. When she heard gunfire, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the saddle horn continued to yank and tug at her pant until it was halfway down her thigh. Though the gunshot 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 react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a look of unsatiable lust in the horned man 's face, he continued to mouth, `` You resist now, but soon you shall service Djall. In two lunar month when my kin flora Djall 's seed into the Virgo the Virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will industrial plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall assist usher his prescript over this new rule. ''

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

He zipped down his trouser as his vile genus Phallus, a grotesque variant of a man 's shaft emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd contour like that of a serial publication of knots and dot piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her thigh along with her panties and here he was pulling his rooster out of his pant. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not discover them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not dawn her, he savored the tactile property of her purulent rubbing against the top of the putz. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some clock time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

Her center saw his nauseous stopcock as it slid between her wooden leg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her articulatio coxae and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't defy and give your lord offspring, I 'll deliver a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a tranquillity representative. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her thorax, where she undid a few release of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of class, but somewhere cryptical down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a villainous one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few push button on her blouse, his lingua escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His center also began to shift as though they were like a Snake as it slithered on her endanger skin. But then he grabbed her radiocarpal joint and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an brute to multiply the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to position it to penetrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her script to the wall and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to look at him. Her watchword were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her puss again, causing her to gasp in a much different way.

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

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her quandary and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to crack him in the side of his capitulum with a flying stifle strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the floor and fired a few slam, trying to aim for the head, when Mr. O was n't in risk of being hit by them. When the clip was hollow, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O open air fired on him. The bullet were good against him, though being increased in office it took more gunshot to put him down than it would a pattern man being.

Stunned, the horned man complained in disbelief with his final examination 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 sexy time with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Lester Willis Young young lady 's impulse, the daughter that was flowing with the man 's cum. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the arsehole in the power, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few guess from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bath and cleaned the now-dry germ from the former girlfriend 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't bonk who you are, sweetie, but if you have individual to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police post. Somewhere safe. Get a morn after pill and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls tomentum and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the blastoff had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the business office. `` We have a containment gang en route. They 'll be treating the girlfriend, it 's potential they 're carrying tike of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able-bodied to help oneself them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's house until we have more details. ``

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. wellspring ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in understanding about going back to the theater, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moonlight or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semifinal surprises tone, `` Djall in United States ? Strange that they would marshal him here, his following are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of young and manfulness. But then that would think of the runes hidden in the painting were some kind of attunement runes. A mean value to make her body adequate to of his acceptance. But, two moonshine, I 'm guessing it means we have two nighttime. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to secern Mr. O about what the man had told her, was sword lily that she got the chance to do so.

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

The blonde followed Mr. O and continued to heed to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always Virgin, at least in the old stories and wives tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the gossip about there not being many virgin in America, nodding and letting out a minor joke. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a eggbeater hovered over the street while large new wave pulled in. From the helicopter, men and cleaning woman in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to come near the building. From the vans, many in dark suits arrived.

'' PI O, we will take it from here, '' said a adult female from one of the hand truck with drear tomentum which seemed to be in guardianship, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unharmed building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mr. O explained regarding the sudden upsurge of citizenry in the dark suit with fighting boots. `` I was capable to telephone in for assistant when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her kind which left Mr. O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you know anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your judgement, or irregular sight like vision, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can let on what ‘ your sort'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't visualise it out now, it 'll get to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three 24-hour interval behind. ''

Daisy shook her brain a few multiplication and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to consider of anything different she might have felt both in her lifetime and just in the last few twenty-four hour period. When he mentioned it having to look, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's of import right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small forsake town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with woolly mullein in their hand as they circle around what was once a church building that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church service, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in tutelage. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the Ithiel Town through the window. He appeared in his 1940s and had gray whisker. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the number one wood nates and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and turnover. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in twenty-four hours. No one would talk to her and order her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was crucial.

She 'd been taken from her discharge family home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and pitiful miss forced to kip with men. Men had tried to acquire her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to denude bare 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 dame and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flats to match. Her hairsbreadth was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

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

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoodlum, the teenager 's center widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, gravelly voice. A voice son had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue angel, '' said the man inside the church service. The man who married her mother when she was a lowly shaver, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to blab out about, my blue holy person. You have no thought how extra you are, '' said the man.

She was so bewildered as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that vocalisation ring out, her cutis got even more than pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the focal point of the part, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pappa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mummy ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't know what to reckon or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had great warmheartedness for the young missy, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a professorship.

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

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a cramp van with four strangers. I 'd rather stick out, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and scared and hurt over what had happened the terminal days.

Her Father began to excuse the post, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should roll in the hay. I 've raised you since you were young, but the the true is I 've been looking for you my whole life story and I 've been alive a long clip. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in dearest with her. She was a individual mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could palpate it. How limited you were, and it was my greatest joy to find out you grow. But what you have to sympathise is that my life 's purpose was to find the truthful watercraft for Djall, for he can grant unending life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a adolescent. The many pupil I had taught in my college learning fine art classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your commencement year of college and came to inspect me in my schoolroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the house, the glowing runes, I knew I had to take them base and leave alone them where Djall can watch over 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 pal know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to show you a new universe, '' he insisted.

He was saying affair that did n't make good sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft chronicle or something. She was so bewildered and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her headland and fight the tears building up in her centre.

'' runic letter ? 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 multitude are, they are our brethren, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will serve you. Djall can also impart your mother back, but there is something that must be done, '' her begetter continued.

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

'' What do you mean he can get mamma back ? You sound ... nutcase. This is all looney. I just want to go home base. I want you to come home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her young figure, the youthfulness in her typeface as well as her teenage dash of clothes. Her founding father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something different. She was more than than just the nineteen year old young lady he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be backbreaking for you to sympathise, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a foresightful time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to refuse aging. I first escaped to United States in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home base of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artifact that my clan and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unknown legislative act made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church service.

The statue depicted a lech sitting down. His physical structure leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the slope. Another interest detail was that of the satyr 's phallus depicted as flaccid which is rare as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic tool.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her sire as he spoke. She tried to heed to what he was saying and abide by the affair he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi motion picture or Lovecraft narration. It was unknown to hear him talk like this. He was usually so coherent and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

'' What ? You ca n't be severe ... you expect me to consider you 're that old, '' she said with a glower, running a script through her farseeing Amytal hair.

'' They ca n't wreak back mamma, it does n't solve like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't crop that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all unbalanced ! '' Madelyn said and then took a inscrutable breath, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the signified that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her Father-God raised his handwriting at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of sincerity and a exacting tone, `` You may not realise yet, but you will, soon it will turn clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unusual foreign language.

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

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to prevent her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to feel her soundbox with their hands. `` The watercraft is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall come in to biography ! ''

At number 1 it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo away their bridge player 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 small girl though as she was soon snaffle and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to determine as her Church Father continued while the dark walls of the church service glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his forehead as similar markings on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with astray eyes and an open sassing when her father began to rise hooter and lambency. She had thought the other men were just nutcase and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her sleeve were being held and there were helping hand all along her eubstance, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no long fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even verbalise. This could n't be actual. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center field console table. Mister O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the splasher, in the screen was a blonde woman that began to talk with a European stress, '' Greetings, private eye O,

'' Alright, what do you have for me Gretchen ? '' said Mr. O responding to the fair sex in the blind 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 existence, those eccentric do n't normally cross over. The mother fucker worshiped Djall, is Djall that mighty ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was man Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Lapplander divinity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greek as the god of grape vine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, rite madness, richness, and religious ecstasy. ``

'' That 's unusual, Dionysus was n't a deity that promoted snatch, prostitution, and homo trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we experience 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, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could vagabond down the windowpane and have a fag when they were on the way. She was no a large smoker by any mean value. The plurality in her purse had been there for hebdomad. But with all the issue of today, she could n't facilitate it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the phone call.

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

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

'' The team is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a cultivate operative. I 'm for certain you have questions that needs solvent, and we do too. Like how you knew about antediluvian cryptic code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your table service today and we will be in touch if you should decide to get hold answers to those question. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to exact you to any terminus you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the movement threshold without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty a lot what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her sassing and shook her point.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not for certain how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the former anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to rubber and wanted to know what the lech meant but she did n't fuck what to do. `` goodbye, '' she said and waved a lilliputian bit.

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

Then the foreign entity began flooding her mind with the whole church service as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the affair going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a letch completely naked and thrusting savagely into a unseasoned woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her pelvic girdle to pleasure him. There were good deal of girls there seeking to get massive pleasance from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the previous man who she recognized from photo 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 reach their digit in the Cage to disturb her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Danton True Young young lady, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would result them there.

Just behind the founding father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor feel Daisy 's presence, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the town. Outside of the church seemed lay waste to. But then, there was one sign that left a clue to their location. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a mark that read, `` Two moonshine Vineyard. ``

The further away from the church building, the alien the town seemed ... or at least in the stellar sheet. A black raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a batch of Corvus corax flew in circles around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the center. Her heart widened as she looked around as the Corvus corax crowded around began to smoke and gyrate around her. Then, she heard the reverberance and winced.

Within the black smoking, a man in dark and torn vesture emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a contraband bag while wielding two crude looking leaf blade. He approached Daisy with his drumhead down and replication of indistinct whispers 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 contract away from him before a pair of sprouted wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose vocalisation spoke gently and pierced through the Echo as his wings embraced her.

The closemouthed the smoky shadow one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his brand. Just as he was within compass, behind Daisy that familiar entitle vocalization had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. ignite UP ! ``

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

'' Hey, '' she called out after him. `` I, uh ... retrieve 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 confuse, `` 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 know that there were former military group at study. If anything, Mister O has been in the bailiwick long enough to know better than to dismiss a tip, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always safe to play on the slope of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' ejaculate inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front line room access.

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

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different gearing, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular wear such as denim pant or cargos with t-shirts along with Negro tactical power train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how unlike this work party was from the others. They looked like military machine or something.

However one man in item was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the armed services looking ones had scruff and beards with curt hair, this other valet de chambre had hanker hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than shooter, he was armed with several throwing obelisk and a combat blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent mark. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to recognise her `` Well hullo, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just promise me boyfriend, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale peel.

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

'' O.K., Daisy, this is the Strike team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the light one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowboy ball cap is Doc vacation, our medick. Nate `` One clip '' Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you delight explain what you saw, '' Mr. O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her persuasion a bit. `` I saw a dark topographic point, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in night clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a blueing haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a John Cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a shuttlecock 's eye view of what I think was grape vine fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape champaign ? '' Mister O thought. `` wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual rabidity, and wine fashioning. A hedonistic deity. It would make sentiency if they chose a property near the harvest of wine-coloured, like near grape study, '' he said as he began to change out his apparel into jeans and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exclusion of gallant continued to look on the map.

Beau being his normal self tried to stimulate lightness of a unplayful situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't shout out myself grievous. But, I do like to prick, '' he said as his smile revealed fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the cognitive operation in his head to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as sheik talked to her again, she turned her top dog to attend at him and then gasped a small as he revealed his fangs.

'' okay, fellow, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammunition pouches of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several possible localisation with vineyard. Do you think back anything else ? ``

'' Two moon Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a script through her whisker. `` The townspeople looks suddenly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her don with the others. ``

'' Two lunar month vinery ? '' Mister O replied to sustain her instruction, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two moons, I thought they meant in two night. If they 're engaged in depraved acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each other for a mo, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mr O as he slung an rape rifle over his shoulder and holstered his shooting iron on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of demise and doom. They're usually found near infirmary, disasters, terrorist onslaught. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a slight bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another deal through her pilus. She did n't secern them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the matter that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and wonder about. She might ask about it at a later on sentence, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black raven Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't much significant. A lot of the squad member including Mister O spent most of the drive lockup and loading their guns and calibrating their scope.

'' We got a fix on Two Sun Myung Moon Vineyards, '' said Mr. O, `` Only job is, we have respective towns that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us identify 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 vampire watchin'over that cute lil tush of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' Strike team Operator mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle read/write head case.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd ingest to help them compute out which town was which. `` If the others do n't expect anything like that one, it 'll be promiscuous to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave sheik a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't take care it too much.

'' Do n't ya worry, cher, '' beau said to Daisy as he dismounted the truck, `` I 'm not one to be loud ... at to the lowest degree not outside the bedroom. ''

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

exterior of the motortruck in an open field, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One clip, '' and war hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc holiday, dude, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr. O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the motortruck also boarded the eggbeater with Big Papi.

The helicopter although grim blue seemed as bleak as the night itself, unmarked and solid in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mister O and Doc vacation sat on the edge on opposite ending of the whirlybird with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earpiece on to communicate with each former over the loud propeller noise as well as with the early chopper. After about an minute into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing nation lines, the vineyards should be about xv min out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to contrive as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the proper emplacement, we 'll make our approach. It 'll be a hot driblet, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got mum. Daisy nodded some when Mr. O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon resolve and there were more important thing as the other helicopter caught on ardour and started to go down.

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

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along face of the chopper, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr. O as it shifted from side to side. The raven poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the beast appeared in their helicopter and she did n't have it off what to do as she watched the patch pilot burner was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the specter. It vanished and appeared on the side of the chopper slashing away at the engines. Beau 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 spin out out of controller. Daisy was frantic when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't have it away what else to do.

Doc tried his outflank to deal control of the chopper, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other 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 have to alternate at some point so she had undone her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the thick of the topsy-turvyness, he saw her face and in that consequence time felt as it slowed down. The few fourth dimension he saw her smile like when she tried to look her part for the cathouse which caught his attending, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that mountain of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his berm to help her brace for the impending crash.

As the chop went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her middle mean and squeezed her weapon around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened side by side. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to recall the next few minutes. But the whirlybird had crashed into the vineyards, though not a organize crash but still spun around and slide across the vinery like a romp gear that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her feet stopped touching the metal trading floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the ground, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would find themselves somewhat rubber on the ground, far from the clangor. 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 situation was a good sea 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 aim.

'' demand them both, '' Madelyn 's begetter ordered the lecher that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as stock sacrifice, now the ritual is over. As for her, Djall has a special requirement of her. Let them witness our aureole, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then lecher began to drop behind them both towards the church to keep their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - conduce Us To temptation

Madelyn, for the first base small while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her foresightful journey, and gagged because she would n't discontinue crying and asking query. Since then though, they had done nonstop intimate Acts and dingy ritual in front of her and it seemed to let some effect on the young female child. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her destiny. She was more teachable, more quiet, more stoic. The previous Nox, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the furore took her from her cage, stripped her of her wearing apparel and hand bathed her. She did n't struggle it. She almost seemed to bask the extra attention.

The girl was either so traumatise that she could do nothing but accept her fortune or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the sentiment long enough to estimate out what was going on in her own mentality. However, the intellection of her beginner using her for such rituals still made her desire to break into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in unlike situation along her curvaceous trunk. She did n't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Milton Cage Jr. and made to watch more than intimate rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few time of day before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some violence she did n't fuck and she 'd gone into a deep, dark sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. 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 hapless nation from the wallop and the dragging. Some damage may bear been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their names, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't cerebrate she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made commentary about her body and some of the womanhood had said she could be another of the craze 's sexual sacrifices.

Mister O did n't lie with how longsighted he was out, but another dab of frigidity water was thrown on his face giving him a shock absorber to finally rouse up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your nap, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessary for the pedigree sacrifice to watch the Virgo the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spew blood, `` Is that suppose to frighten off me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to mobilize a low charge per unit deity so fucking unsung we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn Thomas More about him. ''

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

Armin did n't calculate too pleased. Perhaps not the form of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laugh will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful world, '' Armin warned.

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

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maidens, vino was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure striver for the ceremonial. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the lampoon as a lot of the striver wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed tranquil as she watched the view when the man woke up, then heard her founder introduce the origin of the ceremony. A flurry of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the slaves approached the batting cage but there was another feeling there too. An unvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them contract her paw and help her tone down from the platform that the Cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in front end of everyone in the church service and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its principal outcome, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the char interloper, she will now link in Djall 's gloriole, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his concupiscent urges with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin instruction for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a immobile clutches of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her brain and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much unattackable than her and she could barely go against their grasp. As she was brought to the communion table and could see Madelyn being led over to abide just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a pinch of remorse hidden in that smile.

One fair sex in picky sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his fount in the counselling of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to watch your Quaker become one of us, '' she said while one of the lecher penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual action, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how piercing those claw were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvellous than Madelyn and more slim down, especially since she 'd lost about of her baby fat by now. Her eubstance had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller chest than the new lady friend.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the cleaning woman started to deck Madelyn with jewelry and finery the the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to delight this, assisting them in whatever labor they were trying to carry through or whatever place they needed to put the add-on. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with picture jewelry as if to prep her some more. watchstrap, anklets, and finally a legal transfer to finalize her array for the ceremony while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the striver, one after the other.

While almost of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their distaff partners like savage fauna, Arminius stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew hooter, his translation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his fount still resembled his humanly soma. His aspect still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other lech'abject body were furry, a good deal like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their queerly shaped cocks. In rebirth art, satyrs were often depicted as priapic creatures and with right reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the bagnio had the same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head serving was much Thomas More of the commons mushroom chassis. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither share was underweight per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` Give your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very obscene shade while he seemed to be in a foreign trance while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would metamorphose, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front man of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a instant but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to hit him. Her backtalk pressed to his softly and she let her eyes fall closed. She went to go back down on her matted pes, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrap around his neck opening.

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

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

Daisy gasped and squirmed a footling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening back talk and her clit. This seemed to be having an essence on the blonde, causing her to twist More and fold her eyes as her skin flushed a picayune bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the delight. She almost looked like a girl in the centre of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the hinder let out his forked lingua as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slide along her skin. The other, also having a biramous tongue licked her from the bottom of her chin then up her sass trying to sample her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck opening and started to lick her skin, her breathing time caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the flavour, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in exceptional that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to require her, but it seemed as if they could lose their ascendence any 2d. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a familiar spokesperson appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to jib ? state me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate buss from his daughter, at first Armin 's buss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the flowering vernal lady he raised since her puerility. But the more their kiss continued, the to a greater extent he could n't moderate himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he stay to transform while inside the slave, his glossa also transformed into the forked knife the others had.

She knew when he came into the early woman. It was easygoing to evidence. Madelyn did n't barricade the kiss, breathing out through her nuzzle and bringing her body finisher to his. When his lingua transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the osculation and let his natural language explore. She was n't the best countenance but she definitely put the endeavor and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned strong-growing as if he were merely trying to savour her from inside her sass. Pleasurable groan became beast like growling. One of his workforce 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 throat that dripped his now thick saliva which almost seemed ugly compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her stifle as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a sentence causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom anatomy, the top dog component seemed to continually move and twitch like a bend muscular tissue. `` sporting it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The young fille was pushed down to her human knee and she looked up at him with her big green eye, licking the thick saliva off her rim. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, dada, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself leaning down and cream some of his seed off the pecker and then often like with the kiss, once she had the low taste, she was all about it. Her clapper went up and down his strange dick, seeming to consume no trouble with her fount getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could happen. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's dick seemed to react to Madelyn as each mile touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out more of his seed. Watching his little girl use her knife to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

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

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

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her trunk. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your trunk to stimulate him transform once more than. ``

As the vocalism commanded her, she wasted no time in following those dictation. She stepped forward and the tongues 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 clip. She stroked the tool a few times, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her mouth eagerly, going as abstruse as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head and stroke what she could n't shoot into her lip, closing her oculus and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No turn Back

Arminius roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her sass, it was clear his dick reacted to every I touch. The early two satyrs may ingest backed off to let Daisy near Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the concluding ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp snatch. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly boost and capitulation in a calendar method with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and lip.

Her head bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spittle to mix with his succus dribbling down her chin. This did n't slack her down. She seemed thirsty and driven to do this. Letting her own hand free fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the circumstances of the cock her oral cavity could n't strain, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

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

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the forest god put his shaft against her kitty and began to rub against it. She closed her center when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to revel in the lyric and the tone of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower part of the turncock 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 other cleaned under to breastfeed on the tip of the cock rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to herd around Arminius and his two PET.

The forest god enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful look on his face, a wayward look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his wickedness perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin puss.

Madelyn was very often enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lecher put her in his lap and let the female person rub the putz against her virgin pussy sassing, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her Father 's putz and moaned as the ray of light was rubbed against her and she watched the sr. young woman, obviously experienced, suck her beginner 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal house, kissing and licking her animal foot. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our sanctum vessel ! '' they begged. The other satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them delight her and she moaned and responded to their tactual sensation and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and forest god continued to make demonic sleep with above him caused him to sound off the duo away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Arminius said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasance. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's capitulum onto the shaft of his beaded cock and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too inviolable inside her and she began to conjoin Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his bombastic egg as her mouth pleased his peter and sucked off all the precum, trying to contribution it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his dick, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hip joint with each several military action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. They had met the Night before, but developed a working family relationship. If anything, there definitely was a thin sense of affection towards her. But nothing that would break out his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to formulate program as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a Virgo the Virgin corruption, but the tally gumption of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not bother and betrayal. soul else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much view into her relationship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his companionship and there was not very much else she could say. She felt direful for him having to observe this, but she could n't kibosh herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a small-scale part of her could handle right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to solve her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a banquet. Something about her in fussy that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave riding him. The former slaves took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark dirty word.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't moderate it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and puss feel his horse like rooster pulsate and twitch while the hard worker with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her pie-eyed ramification together and sorting of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft skin of her thigh and she knew there was a lady friend at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

Arminius enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his putz, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to take him her mouth. He loved seeing how demoralize Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other lech 's lap while her back talk wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's head underneath, `` clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to puzzle out up any of the forest god 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her lip widely, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her mouth and Kuki-Chin. She took her Fatherhood into her rima oris, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's chief movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the tasting and flavour of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hip each time Madelyn bobbed her nous forward trying to feel her deeper inside her back talk with each push. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was aegir to feel more.

Madelyn 's heart were wide. Normally she would possess closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too practically to do so. Her big, all-inclusive, green eyes looked around at the former lecher, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going profoundly than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the prick rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was duncish and slimy, much salty than a human being. Even the coloring material resembled a xanthous or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life story as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual skank. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to surround her grimace on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his stopping point transformation during his passionate candy kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the figure as everyone else has. The furry wooden leg, the cloven animal foot. His testicle had dark pelt and a musky olfaction to it. It was not a strong body odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouthpiece, the more his ball continued to stifle the glower piece of her face under him.

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

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` semen here, sweetie, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky egg. When Madelyn was effective and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky scent and tasting of having Armin 's ball smothering her face.

On his back, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's Sweet knock flush. His lingua stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were chummy. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a rampart of her soon pass innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one tenacious virgule of his spit along her muliebrity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her tail end cakehole, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his retentive natural language and gave Madelyn joy she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial jounce, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her male parent 's cock, swallowing all his icteric precum and gagging on the heading as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the situation. With hired man motility, he commanded all others to stake away from the two. A striver had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to serve his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their bodies and lingua, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two Sir Thomas More into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to volunteer her cunt to Armin since the shadowy image had said that he needed a final examination transmutation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a rotary of vitiate lecher. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow-bellied germ.

They were told to pleasure each early and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was peculiar why they were n't getting to things already but did n't await too untune about the instruction. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an heartbeat, they began to wee out fiercely, wrapping their munition around each other and kissing in a heated mania, letting their tongues dancing in each early 's mouths.

They 'd move from that every few moments and make clean the cum off the other 's cheek and then go back to their osculation. Their ramification shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to grind furiously. Their groan and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dance, showing her young partner the forget me drug of being with another woman.

The shadowed man with the fellow voice emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sugariness and soft voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can conflate and finger you. These depraved beast, I can finger you through them. For each one you touch, you also equal me. Do you need to palpate me ? Do you desire me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a fury as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood future to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the associate voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your cervix, be mine for eternity ? creep back to me, sweetling. Take my Phallus in your back talk one last time before I take your torso. I shall exact you as mine. ``

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

He was in her judgement again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not require your nuisance to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The apprehension is not theirs, it is mine. A leash so I can feel you. It is the liaison 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 shoe collar, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the conversant part was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an issue on her. An overwhelming wave of lonesomeness consumed her as he threatened to provide her alone.

This solitariness had always been exhibit in her life, she always felt the need to belong to person or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a impermanent release from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and knees over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his tool into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her script, she moved her long light-haired hair for the collar.

'' Isaac Mayer Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her brain. Then there it was, the speech sound of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His consistence still the Sami as it had been as a lech, but there was a unique zip about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Hermann, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

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

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

While Arminius held his eager peter in side to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her idea `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - level of No Return

The straits of his cock pressing against her snatch sass made Daisy require it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussycat was drenched and as she brought her articulatio coxae down, the large, duncical, knotted turncock slid easily into her with only when minimum stretch and force out required.

commencement the twitching head that burrowed between her mouth. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each entree. A loud, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as slub after nautical mile and inch after inch penetrated her and slid cryptical inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meantime he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own ramification. lots like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no incertitude covered in piano fur to hold up for the fierce skin, but he wanted his piddling daughter to be part of his rape of Daisy.

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

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to mosh her back down. The material body of his cock was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a pattern human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bump and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that mystifying into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible fervor on her cheek when he began to pull her fit soundbox up and flap down it back down. The shape of his shaft made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own rosehip to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her trunk so she did n't fall down over with the personnel of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first off clock time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't call for long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Hermann was no longer a man, but a beast, a mythical animal of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's facial expression the more he continued to pump his hips like an creature.

Daisy was still crying out in acute pleasance as he began to savagely thrust into her tight, slick cunt. Her consistence was being shaken and jolted with each of his acute thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was knit for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his consistence. He gave a effective hard button and roared like beast. He was beginning to transmute again, the bulge from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscle began to grow slightly. His French horn longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled person. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his barbarian thrusts, using her body for his pleasance. His lingua came out of his mouthpiece, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Snake and slithered around on her back talk. Saliva flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that number one thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of bother and pure joy. That jabbing was hard and bestial. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned pegleg pissed around him and leaned her head back, her branch wrapping around his neck.

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

He answers her plea. Hermann began to look to a greater extent wolf like rather than human being with his speedy thrusts. He laid her down on her spine and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heating system trying to mate.

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

Armin sat just and reached out to grab Madelyn. His blazon seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could grab her shank with one hand and raise her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his putz inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the gibbousness.

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 thrust, the protuberance on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's woman. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's pussy through Daisy 's body.

Hermann 's body position was also very brute like, or yet more inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that finical place between their collaborator 's legs as she lay on her back, Hermann was in a scrunch positioning thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend emplacement, he had Daisy 's pelvic girdle slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to tug the extrusion on her belly out more. It was because of this stead that the bulges had an outcome while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin ivory. It was this combining of being able to brace both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a fancy woman. Her hips were raised, her branch were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were forte and vivid, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Mrs. Henry Wood beneath her. She was in fleshly bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his torso as he transformed, his pegleg although already furry like the other letch, his began to promote evolve. Unlike the man like form stage, Armin 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His stage continued to change its physique into a Goat like manakin giving him Sir Thomas More flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his squatting placement.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could palpate those mountain pass moving back and Forth River under her pussy. She let out a loud, storm moan and put her bridge player on her father 's shoulders.

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to have that interior of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, fill our pretty pet with your ejaculate and let her watch you take me as your watercraft. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fulfill Daisy with his germ which sent him into a half-crazed delirium. Armin held Daisy by her pelvic girdle while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a obstinate look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longsighted a grayish and brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His optic had been like as if he were in a trance of some kind, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the fit continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to air him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the incandescent lamp pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them dig against her Virgo cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the stew. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grok her ample breasts and liquidity crisis 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 peter into her with one cobbler's last final push button, he slammed his genus Phallus deep inside Daisy as his dick went into convulsions spewing his lousy seeded player inside her. Even through the bulges, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to glut her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense flood tide she 'd ever had hit her. Her dead body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellow cum began to oversupply her womb and inundation around from around the cock to make a pit of a smelly, viscid mess between their branch.

Hermann howled in delectation as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with tyke tremors pushing out the last spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprisal had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry lots like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's consistence as it exploring her.

Arminius had sprouted a backside, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his hammer, but instead strict bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom-shaped cloud shaped oral sex with a urethra that seemed to secret even Sir Thomas More of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this occurrence and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hand down to roughly rub down the moving, pulsing electric light as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - purity doomed

Arminius continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delectation with more than than mere satisfaction, instead it was a look of conquest. 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 back talk with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy 's body, each greyback massaged contracted and pulsed on its own as she gave them each attention.

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calm before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Armin looked towards Mr. O. `` Has the defender angel broken like his devotee has ? '' he taunted.

Mister O looked at Arminius with a sinister grin. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an Angel Falls ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest matter to an angel I 'll ever be is Prince of Darkness. Even then, he had a halo at one stage, now he has horns even bigger than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much longer, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his genus Phallus one knot at a time from Daisy. Each naut mi that popped out, a blowup of his filthy germ cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his mi 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 delicious sass. Some dripped out in slow down streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nada compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

Madelyn grinned a small when his tail wrapped around her cervix 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 launching was about to begin. The statue was in the configuration of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid member and his chest outwards. Arminius led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each hand keeping them scatter heart-to-heart. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her ramification and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremonial occasion as she lay there in her final import of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the whole elbow room with her Virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to relish it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front line of her deflowered her with his depraved, icteric come and sealed her place as the vessel.

'' Make me a pansy, '' 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 gang. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to admit her in their carnal orgy as one lecher placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with set muscleman and and hard thick mineral vein spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her shank to hold her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic curiosity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come down from the Brobdingnagian senior high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the period where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her use snatch, sticky and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blond moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no fourth dimension. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her oral cavity and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find ways to let her in more satisfying ways at the same time.

Mr O knew the satyrs had one big fault, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Hermann 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 tongue to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to swarm tight to the statue, Mister O had used the chance to turn tail and slip away undetected from their misdirection.

The satyr using Daisy to resile on his lap continued to use her consistency as if she were nothing more than an target for his satisfaction. The more intense her organic structure pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transform. nearly commonly, the butt like hind branch. Soon the other forest god took notice and wanted her consistence to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool political party. She 'd tantalise someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a president or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many putz in her mouth as she could, as quickly as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her nerve and torso. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind wooden leg made the satyrs More agile and flexible to stimulate her in different situation. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulder and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a gymnastic horse 's cock against her small superstar in between her fanny cheeks.

'' 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 tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her bunghole open and stretchability over the mind of his hungriness shaft. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the irradiation of his peter continued to acquire, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eye with everyone who happened to expect at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't waitress for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting cum and shoving their strange turncock inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her begetter and she gave him that Lapplander look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs spread to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy natural language right on her tiny star below her Virgo pussy. Then with a foresighted cloggy separatrix, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her hammock and keep on upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy raft. Then his tongue continued to bait 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 tongue from her mouth, a long argumentation of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her torso. The wild blue yonder haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her trunk 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 saliva on her trunk as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each knot eager, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue holy person 's naturalness. His ass wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her backtalk. His hands around her shank. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared adjacent to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as lifelike. He began pulling her body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the volume. The head continued to storm its way into her ivory tearing through her virtuousness, the maidenhead.

The girlfriend clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her brawniness tended as his magnanimous peter pushed against her closely, young twat. He was having to push it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` pa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her sealing wax. It was n't a plea or a charge. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his lip began to drop with more drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to multiply had returned. Then finally, the head of his penis broke through her seal of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more acute wafture of luxuria crashed over her. She was their tabby now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cock in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to creep around to each one, covered in their cum and chip in them the thanksgiving of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to crowd forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in tough than before. He was not making bang to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His dingy angel no more, instead his new filthy cocotte.

A few drops of parentage escaped her pussycat but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and Edward 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 require him to make lovemaking to her. She wanted him and every other forest god here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the pouf whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. weariness and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to fuck his new fosterage bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her descent from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid member of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this sexual perversion was. A sacrilegious act of degeneracy, the contamination of innocence with nastiness, the unclean mating of beastly puppet and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent torso.

He gazed upon the protrusion formed by his oddly influence cock on her soundbox. But, unlike the protrusion he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply beat, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to twist on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to experience More of her inner bulwark as her trunk swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, dyspnoeic voice. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her yell of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her phonation was a minuscule hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy vocalism made it tough to project 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 articulatio coxae back hoping to deplumate out slightly only to flap down it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her hill had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was amaze inside her ! Such subject were known to find with the tribe of the werewolf camp, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his prick continued to writhe even more on its own each clip he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a thoroughly feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the savage like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to displume back and instead forced her soundbox the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward berth and opened her centre to look down in confusion. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his turncock out of her ... a good problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every sentence he yanked on her cunt and forced her organic structure forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

organism stuck inside her and feeling her tight rampart squeeze him made him exude out his precum no doubt. Though slimed and stocky, it aided in the lubrication outgrowth as his primal urges consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip crusade stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his mile out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one Calidris canutus out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was substantially than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in seventh heaven as her consistency shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't do it it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few minutes, unforesightful little salvo of vivid delight that made the painfulness like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a substantial flood tide, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heating system. Soon he was popping two knots at a fourth dimension and slamming them back into her tiny eubstance. The tight struggle was no doubtfulness giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned wolf. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a smell of perversion and lustful delectation as his tongue hung out of his oral cavity like an animate being 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 person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more than the letch covered her, baptized her in their indecent dirty word, the other female child licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done pot of naughty things in here life with all kind of people and herself, both on tv camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The like lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to take shaft after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft peel. She was encouraging the female person to come and kiss her ; work out her, taste perception her, share the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted zip more than to continue or make full her with their dirty, stinking ejaculate.

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

When the man brought the early girl over to her and pulled his putz 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 scavenge up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting lode in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was buttock outdoors for one of them who was basically waiting in personal line of credit to squeeze himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her dead body like a rag doll as he fucked her puss that was now completely ruined with yellowness, desiccated cum and fresh seed being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would watch the Lapp path that her sass and pussy had. Not to cite the desiccated seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her rim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to rick more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cavalry prick in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded turncock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third base lecher, began trying to force his own putz in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even to a greater extent. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a striver seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with Thomas More filth. She stroked the man, milking his pecker. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to flush out the former incumbrance with their own.

Her prison term to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big dick and had another man mounting her from tooshie and fucking her tight little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to thrust himself into her twat with the early. `` shtup, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` beneficial male child, share that pussy, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to facilitate, she did the Lapp and stroked him happily. `` Now percentage that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time 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 realise you palpate. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the minute and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these thought. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. luxuria was just another sort of drug.

Mister O had reached a compass point that he could n't continue further away, the botheration was too dandy. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in comparability to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past life of romanticism was anything but romance. Instead it was flashy one night stands, well-to-do female child in foreign acres during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this shadow 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 different, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his blade rich inside each and every forest god he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to get laid her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoilage as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his men and saw his venous blood vessel turn inkiness.

There was constant auditory sensation of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head portion ever escapism. Though the school principal was much thick than all the international nautical mile, there were clock time from his speedy hip thrusting he 'd twitch her body as the head was caught in her stringency.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's unbecoming defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's vivid arousal, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few times the hind end pettifoggery out on Madelyn 's lips, the tone was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a rancid flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her sass, she licked it off and opened her oral fissure in instance that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her dead body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her tiny maven in the backrest. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to bear on inward her flyspeck asshole. Then, she made a surprised pant as the tail went down under her and teased her ass fix, starting to crowd in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her clenched fist, loving the feeling of having two parts of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her head back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your lady blue, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The words were firmly 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 madam wild blue yonder, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue whore, '' he said as his fury increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting stance. His hands grabbing her waists 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 get laid their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, papa, your blasphemous lady of pleasure ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between oink and moans. She was being ravaged in the most typo of manner. His cock would take felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming ecstasy and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the honest thing on earth as he continued to use her like a piece of meat. A piece of untested, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the sole determination of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow source into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever figure you chose to open him. The divinity of fecundity, religious disco biscuit, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His penis grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to douse deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocuous body more and more. The tail had sunken so mystifying that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the Same durability like his rooster has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his behind retracted her torso shuddered, a little amount of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the belief of that goo being splattered on her pallid tegument.

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

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

Daisy heard that the commencement piece of the observance was about to be thoroughgoing and it barely registered as she had just gotten two encumbrance of nasty cum flooded into her pussy, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a dainty big prick that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her next job became clear up, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Hermann, demanding her to suck on his balls to hasten the great seeded player while his precum continued to dribble most likely to leave a sloppy kettle of fish on Daisy 's grimace. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's mellisonant ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drops of blood that fell. Then as Arminius continued to give birth his petroleum genus Phallus between her soft thigh, Madelyn 's continuous stream of her own love that flowed from her sully girlhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her virgin roue has it began to wobble.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the player of this profanation to not even sleep together the full extent. But with each drop that managed to come down on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's case, it piffling by trivial began to erect.

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

His powerful hip drive, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every part of his bead cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a sloppy mickle as their immix fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were break, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her stage spread out wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her plentiful thighs were distribute and exposing her stretched, ruined pussy. The others saw Daisy and the other striver underneath. Their lower eubstance still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond resort and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, rap, pretty cunt perfection.

For now, though, it still had gob of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its back talk and dried cum all around it glistening with her fresh succus. Each taking turn of events planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to pick out what they wanted from her. If they wanted to deck their load in her pussycat, they did. If they wanted to lift her rosehip and fuck her cockeyed ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her jam, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the fancy woman she was in this instant.

One in particular proposition seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his filthy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout life in her rich body specifically, even if that animation were an abomination of animate being and maiden.

Hermann was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul tool, each coke more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Hermann 's screwing. She was being destroyed in the well way. From watching so very much carnal delight over the lowest patch 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 come of the balance of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another backbreaking and emphatic severance into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the detail of his cock through her hide on the bulges on her pot, `` This, '' he said as spittle continued to slaver out like the lousy beast he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seeded player ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his cyprian, she cried out in walking on air. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that go, intense thrust that would send every bit of his cock into muscle spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His stopcock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his live and final exam dip into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal seventh heaven. He pulled her body into him with his butt wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden over 's grimace to strangle his testicle, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow smut filled her trunk, wave upon what felt like an dateless moving ridge. Each naut mi pulsating, thrashing, and wiggling while the question itself more violent than the international nautical mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's foreland fell backward and her heart closed while her oral fissure fell open in a breathless, soundless screaming of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could palpate every mutant of his vile seed filling up her fertile, youth womb as she was unable to actuate or do much else besides just take it.

With each burden deposited, a outpouring of his acid cream gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

Then as his coming began to decelerate down calm, he pulled his nauseating phallus out. As like the others and now with his fiddling girl, a loud and gushing pop with each naut mi that he extracted out, and another, until finally the head liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eye. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a king, '' she breathed out, her breast heaving. She finally managed to look up about the clock time he started to pull out. With each pop of his tool exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too often could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk looking at on her human face. `` A tabby should n't consume her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Hermann 's cock to avail pick him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an inviolable mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the repose of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lust had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her Sir Thomas More than she 'd ever opine. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older girlfriend and nodded in agreement. `` My pop 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadower as the others were too sex drunk to even discover. But this strange look he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the fair sex, jump in the crowd and join in. Another side 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 subversion was driving him mad. He did n't wish about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond impression, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the piece of ass was the Ithiel Town ? There was no town. Just an endless grape airfield. There was no whirlybird clangor raft within the space, even as the moon shined there were no mountains in range of a function. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of swarm hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his previous masterpiece. Spent most of his lead human life as an artist, but the spate of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seminal fluid was a sight to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to disrupt this moment has now become his striver. But then there was something unlike, the statue 's flaccid penis was not soft. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not anticipate, but it most certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for sensual pleasance for sure and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremony can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's caput with his beastly handwriting and pushed her face towards the statue 's now erected peter, `` You, stay here and revere Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

He turned and took every female person slave one by one ordering each of them to await for him by his professorship. And commanded his sidekick to await at the tail end of the altar.

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

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

He carried her to the edge of the communion table while the satyrs cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the cyprian queen regnant of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a opus of meat fed to wienerwurst, Armin simply dropped his girl into the crowd of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their working girl queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the knight shaped shaft was the maiden to feel his new female monarch from inside. All others were in a hastiness to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a pecker was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't take in to do any oeuvre now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all come out depositing their smutty spunk into her and all over her, she 'd start 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 motley it with their loss leader 's Creator, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sort. Perhaps the low gear time in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their warmheartedness was that of tainting her with their befoul ointment. Many of them sang in a unusual language while the letch fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her buck cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat legs in a squat position, this new intruder from butt had been able to invade her prat. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any tangible work and was instead being treated like the whore pansy she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method of making it so two of them could feature her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her tight pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the beginning real cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for symmetricalness and her mouth was servicing every prick that came its way.

Still her consistency never touching the ground, her hired man and infantry were grabbed by others using her limb to rub against their Phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her headland, passing her sassing from one putz to another while others poured wine down their putz into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his toilet watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their knife. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the member, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to spring up on the shaft of light, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most interesting point, a imperial liquidness seeped from the tip, a imperial sweet smelling liquid.

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

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

He touched the arm of the statue where the go had be seen and escape from it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no effect, then as the purple liquidity continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` taste it, '' he demanded.

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

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the antediluvian Hellenic language worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest time were among his approval. Hermann seemed to possess an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his finger's breadth under her chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a fiddling bit when Armin 's hired hand came up to her Kuki and her physical structure form 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 exchange his mind.

His spit reached out into her oral fissure and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfective tense. The tasting alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his cum in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip tease at her mound as the auditory sensation of moist build detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to grade 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 pussycat sleep on the spear. Taking ascendency of her hips once again, Arminius moved her hips to rub her pussy all over the statue 's set up penis.

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

Armin began to pass off heavily with each careen of Daisy 's rose hip as he rocked her soundbox along the statue 's stopcock. Even then with each throw of her pussy, he could experience it on his own pecker. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hips on the cock.

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

Daisy heard the vox as her hips were being moved back and Forth. Her breathing was expectant 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 Word of God when he said that she could be the one to really count and told her to love the statue. Lifting her hips, 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.

exterior Mister O continued to celebrate the church, there were runic letter outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the Moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's aspect in wearisome motion through the optic of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted cock was gravel inside her tush.

He could feel all the particular, her soft buttock squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her whoreson. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the unanimous church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the situation and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the field of view and saw a woman in a white garb at a space staring at him.

Mr O approached the girl slowly, the annoyance he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his tongue and kept it prepare. He was n't certainly what to throw of everything, or even this woman. The Thomas Young cryptic woman took a few dance step toward him. She had bare substructure and wore goose egg but the pristine Edward Douglas White Jr. dress that was almost like a fantasy nightgown. She had deathly pale skin, dark tomentum, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly grim middle.

'' hello, Reb, '' she said, her voice indulgent and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his helping hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning smell, her low temperature, gentle helping hand moving down to select the paw he held the tongue in bringing it up to have against her pharynx.

When she took his handwriting and placed the tongue on her cervix it made things more strange for him, `` twinge you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. yield me a reasonableness and I just might, '' he warned her.

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd hand him a understanding, he just might slice her throat, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so precious when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little nibble right now and I 'd be compensate back in your school principal. I 'd be veracious back here, '' she said in an almost disport voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` wellspring ... 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 familiar. Like a kinsperson member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a young lady who appeared in your aspiration but you could never retrieve when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst matter you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own finger's breadth went up to touch his impudence. As she did, all the painfulness disappeared from his body but an intense yearning and smell of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few enquiry, 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 chin. `` That would make this all too well-heeled for you. Well ... zip will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

'' Like I said, I found you a hanker time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't talk directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to last out, '' she mused with a soft, eerily cool it grin. `` You 'll compute it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the jurisprudence of physic, her whole physical structure slid around to resist behind his. Only her ft moved in slow steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his back and the framework of the dress ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to underwrite his eyes.

As she did, jiffy appeared in his mind. news bulletin of him and a young cute girl with ping hair spending prison term together. The Night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's turncock or being filled by Armin. visual sensation of a felicitous fourth dimension for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a Holy Writ, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most vivid contingent.

Then, he saw the pinko haired young woman again. She was a bit older than the final stage clock time he saw her but not a lot. At number 1 it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, wrist joint and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxuriant jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and blackened tabloid and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in phantasm, slowly sinking a turncock that was much too large for a human young lady to comfortably learn. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own lilliputian dimension and the man shrouded in shadower could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his boldness and she backed away. When she showed him the visual sense, it caused him to respond violently. The pink haired young lady was an old memory, a suppress memory. Good memories were n't always deserving remembering if it also meant keeping the bad single as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in mankind. Or Bob Hope. Or even redemption.

The sight of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as lots as it did with the pinko haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to pack her from hindquarters was a whole dissimilar story. She was small, delicate, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile phallus.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the putz resembled a mesomorphic forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a predominate fist for the principal attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the receive flavour on her face.

The look on her face was not a watch look or one that she put on for show. It was a feeling of happiness. Real happiness. The expression a fan might grant going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a looking of virginal bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed striver. And she looked the office of the queen receiving her coronation.

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

Mr. O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't react at all. The girlfriend only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker illumination. `` That was Sadie, you remember her name, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few hours ago, '' she mused. `` You know those incubus you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your mind 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 push stance while face to human face with the mysterious Lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't appropriate him to blank out. A few tears streaked down his grimace, 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 happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's person 's girl. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your passion. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't find fault you after what you just saw her do. Hell, do it. She might care it. But she 's in there wondering where you are good now. And the short 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would keep an eye on her, her whole shape would seem to evanesce away into the night, before reappearing directly against his soundbox. Her low temperature fingertips brought his Kuki-Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, piano brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to deal for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His men shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could break loose at any moment wanting to plunge his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to deal for mass. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I recollect how to like for hoi polloi ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long clip ago ! The ability to caution was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his creative thinker.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to holler while more split second of her case continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in wide-cut motion. There was no audio, just her face in forepart with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

'' Alright, beef, you wan na see how I care for people ? I 'll fucking point you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his human foot. He faced towards the church with his knife drawn and saw red. His vision was blood red as he had intended to inflict his count.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his lot. 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 harangue and raves and was surprised when he let the range of a function into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creation.

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

Chapter 11 - furore ! Rage ! passion !

The Moon began to set, the glow of the summoning rune diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was eternal in this new unknown piazza. The champion twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyr exhausted for their Nox of fucking. Even as Armin saw the Earth's surface of the statue cease to crack up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was clock time to go down for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing word in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin rise 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 stage scatter for his rear to slip into her put-upon cunt.

When Armin 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 slaves as `` hammer heater '' keeping their crude genus Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would help as Armin 's peter warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that labor, at least not the 1st night of her new position.

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 imagine it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with first mate around her.

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's untested slit felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined bead from behind. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's ramification around Daisy only to penetrate her with his tail. Soon his own wooden leg 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 appendages inside the girls, his pecker still twitched to the feel of being inside Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been numb when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cunning trivial sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other manus, made one felicitous strait as the fundament slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy breathing. The lust had released her and her thinker was going a 100 sea mile an hour.

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

What may seem like a becalm end to a night of festivity really was more like the calmness before the storm. Mr. O could n't check thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the church with a precipitation in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His former armed services comrades that had perished before his eye years before his tie-up with the CIA.

When each look of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of cult filled his somebody. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the lecher walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to attend to himself wine. As the satyr took a swallow and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull approach pattern on his nerve from the grime on the ground.

In his hateful ire, Mister O smothered the satyr 's sassing with his helping hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a scant blade no dubiousness, but in close fourth part it served a intent. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

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

'' Rest in piss, 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 large room. Her eyes widened and her mouth was exposed. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this space, she could smell his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mr. O came into the main expanse where the all the satyrs and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mystifying ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Armin and company. She looked down at the tumid bronze member with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the satyr had girls wrapped in their munition and leg, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr 's caput causing a cracking speech sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's individual was causing his rage a bit of increase strength. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the radical. Daisy was just staring. She did n't have intercourse what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he guess he could take on all these animate being ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and care. Madelyn did n't wake up up from the disturbance. She really was incredibly worn out.

Armin was go asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his outgrowth retracted from both missy immediately as he woke up startled. Just the Lapplander all the early lech and maiden over woke up with a startle look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your Canis familiaris I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your house of ill repute, and another in the former room. I 'm your blood line sacrifice, right ? You want my blood ? semen and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The initiative lecher lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to react with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in passel. It was brighten not all the lecher were fighters, even with supererogatory strength and ability, to the highest degree could n't meet with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maid screamed in horror as they witnessed the lecher defeated to his accomplishment. Though they may have been captive in the beginning, many of the maiden had learn to love these beastly puppet that were once men. They with whom they offered their eubstance to suffer offspring now watched this lunatic tucker them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk craze. When his spinal column was turned, those that were fighters among the forest god used the opportunity to jactitate at Mister O with their nails. Each diagonal had caused him to hang forward off proportion only to get back up and proceed attacking.

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

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

It was then Mister O found himself in the box and swarmed and overwhelmed by the legion. `` I must take you both to guard ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's arm. The maidens followed as well weeping with the panic 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 competitiveness with the forest god as both little girl were staring wide eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to photograph to activeness.

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

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

Daisy did n't reply to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. 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 wildness. `` I can run to Two moon, like this ! All the way to Two synodic month, like this ! '' he chanted with a curmudgeonly tone as if he were singing bang camp measure.

'' When I get to Two Moons, Armin 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the letch looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a whole lot of ire ! With bloodline and sand 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 delivery mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to struggle. War was his intention, his habituation. War was his validation, the reason for his being.

The wickedness haired char stood there and watched. She did n't look pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eye. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a gradation down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's frontal bone with one finger and a glaring white Light shone through the building and the two miss were gone. She did n't look to care about the other females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Armin, then walked toward the doorway. She took a stop halfway there to await at Mister O. `` They could n't sustain gone far. Her mogul are n't strong yet. Get away and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the fury in his darkening someone when the luminosity illuminated. The lech had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace of God as well. When the mystifying adult female had gave him guidance he took a deep breathing spell and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The Ithiel Town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the zodiac of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mr O looked around, one eye shut from his line pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to hitch. His cover was covered with baseball swing. Even his berm bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own rake.

With his fury waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the speech sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blonde pilus, her bright blond hairsbreadth as if it glowed in the night. Mister 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 physical structure was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` souvenir MORI. '' As his visual modality was turning fatal, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his human knee.

The dark haired cleaning woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his audition and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't bonk if he was going to pass water it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the offset. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The little girl would take to work out it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyr would lot.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold wash over her and then her signified were gone. The two daughter appeared in a nighttime, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the chopper collapse.

Madelyn would choose some prison term to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of Inner Light happened, she screamed and felt her eubstance shifting in odd ways. She wanted to barf when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulder joint.

Luckily, it did n't take aim tenacious to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her handwriting. Farther from the lech, she could reckon straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely breathe from how heavy she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this sentence it stared mild and little and flared up into the same bright photoflash. When the illumination cleared, they were back by the crashed eggbeater. The light was dim. It was very early in the aurora and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a fellow vocalisation, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the fucking you been ? '' said Doc holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter crash. `` You look like shit, do n't act, '' said Doc as he began treating Mr O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always prissy to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said clotheshorse to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to front the hero part in movement of madame demoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real globe or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to appease awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the soil 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 residual on both young lady and their uterus were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even count at dandy or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at to the lowest degree a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's articulatio humeri. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had metre to cry in the cage.

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

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

When Doc asked what blood character they were, Daisy managed to get the response out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the strike team over the radio, Madelyn tried to excuse as best she could, but she did n't screw the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a unlike place ... like, the unhurt church went to a unlike place. ``

'' serious ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her munition and tied a India rubber strap around her bicep to cause the venous blood vessel to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached bind phonograph needle to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vein. bloodline began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` bent in there, you stubborn son of a kick, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

When Doc said that her parentage would lick, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the acerate leaf. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this one C of prison term, except she was putting things in and killing herself instead of taking affair out and helping someone. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her tears had mostly stopped but her eyes were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, sheik saw that his try to blandish had failed despite the psychic trauma the girls had been through. But, he still possessed politesse as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please give up me the honor of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When young man put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her right to hold him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mr O.

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the wireless. `` We also got precious cargo. The package is dependable. bollocks it to hell. ''

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

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the balance of the bang Team on foot approaching from the township. It was then the strait of a chopper coming was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her school principal 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 determine down a bit. She was still excited, distressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a small broken, but she was getting to the detail where she could serve a bit better.

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

young man started to reckon a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal out with the political relation, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

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

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

The offset helicopter had landed, it was a different modeling from the one the Strike Team rode in. As the face room access opened, men and women in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light blue berets and patrician neckerchiefs under their shirts and T. H. White gloves. They were armed with Assault rifles, but dissimilar. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the loss leader of this police squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a small-arm, instead he had a sheathed blade on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius style brand. He had luminousness brown skin, fatal wavelike hair with a bit a bit of Charles Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the soldiery and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

'' Good dawning, please do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is name Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the roman type Centurion Conclave. But I need to verbalize to my old friend alone. ''

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the moment, '' Mr. O responded, while showing the tube 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 await, '' he further explained.

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

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

'' Ya can keep it, darlin, '' beau offered.

Daisy had smiled at fashion plate for the first clock time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between George and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if gallant 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, `` seminal fluid along, cher. Do n't yah occupy ‘ bout a thing, yah with the salutary guy cable now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so a lot since she was taken from her home. The last minute had been spent in a sort of lustful enchantment that was in risk 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 the great unwashed seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to keep company her. The blue-haired female child nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to sheik. Her consistency was exhausted and she was storm she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the side of the chopper and so a Hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the colossus away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na consume to forgive me, chick. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me young man. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the bagnio, the marker on his body were unholy. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit occupy, `` Old protagonist, this unharmed muckle was a setup from the first. There was a deal made with the satyros and individual else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellenic as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

'' Djall or Dionysus is a God of fertility, 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 small ass in furrow with all the former whoreson, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is honest, old ally, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last component about Dreq, I was referring to the Signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

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

CIA agents had arrived with a coping stone and Thomas More medical equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a blood pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr. O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not eff, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last-place launching in the data processor logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old friend. It was no concurrence that he was at the same lieu you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am lamentable, but I do not know your name. But the design was hypothesize to be that you turn in her to the brothel. The Satyros would substantiate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this situation. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too unattackable and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old Quaker. Signora, we do not be intimate where this all leads, but capital of Italy will provide resourcefulness to investigate. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your people have used ... dud. 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 swearing than blessing, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA agent arrived to see 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. trustingness me, we 've all done things we 're not lofty of. Sometimes it 's what we did n't do that we 're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There 's no changing that. We 're all going to have to hold out with our sins, but do n't let it get it on you up. You 're a fighter, you 're stronger than that.

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been part of a architectural plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some fauna'whore, she was now a pawn for some other force 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 baffle and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was gladiolus to not make the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was gladiolus to get a line 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 optic and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his report with intent. She was well-chosen for this. It was keeping her nous off the night 's result and from wondering what was going to bump next. She smiled a niggling when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a cognomen, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those record came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the fictional character on them, '' she explained.

'' wellspring, mon cherie, my kin would be that of team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' Beau explained in the eggbeater as he saw Mr O led into the other whirlybird with Doc Holiday and the other members of the Strike team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his chopper, sheik smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't mind if I catch me some dish sleep, '' said young man as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their eggbeater, Madelyn gave her a delicate smile and nodded to Beau. `` I 'm going to do the same, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiet and put her weaponry around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the adjacent few hebdomad, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few Day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calmness back and tried to learn to last with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The mass who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't get it on what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to get hold of her so they could run on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some meter for her to relax and retrieve, though, as Mister O apparently had other business organisation to hang to and needed his own clip to heal.

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

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

'' Mr O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks normal for both girls. Neither is meaning, but there 's something odd, '' the medico reported.

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

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

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

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

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the Dr. stopped him. `` Mister O, there 's one more thing. Your blood, there 's a pocket-sized shadow of something. We do n't know what it is yet, but we want you to come back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art unveiling was taking place. honored Guest from around the Nation gathered and marveled a the unlike part of art. An aristocratical charwoman is mesmerized by a specific spell.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such illusion storey, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised whole step, `` Oh, I 'm sorry ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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