Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurse at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the sole person she had left the merely somebody who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a comatoseness until she could get all the drugs out of her scheme. Now, she was recovering at the center of attention, trying to get her thoughts straight person and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug dependence rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark case, blackness polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black whisker combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering heavy scruff on his face.

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

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

As Daisy exited the building with her minuscule bag of belonging, she saw the tantrum going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't avail but watch. For some intellect she felt compelled to find out the conniption, feeling an irresistible itch to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The early man fell to his knees and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... help ! shout out the law ! ``

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

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

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

"Two !"Mr O continued.

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

"endure fortune, where is your cult ? '' Mister O demanded with one close final exam word of advice as he pulled the hammering back on his pistol.

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

A unusual 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 Mister O. When she heard the phrase repeated in her ear, she looked confused., but again, something compelled her forward.

Doing her best to come along seemingly tranquil in style, she took a bass breathing time. After readying herself as best she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low phonation, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so absorb with the now ragged man he did n't notice the daughter glide slope. But, hearing the idiomatic expression, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

He then turned towards her, while his pistol still pointed at the former man. `` wait ... who are you ? Why did you say that phrase ? '' he asked. It was obvious that idiom had a deep substance 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 priming coat from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the shinny, the man had landed on his head causing him to go unconscious.

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

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

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not storm to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out winning. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more confused for a consequence. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't know. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that 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 help. `` In the old days of my organization, it was code to come in secret catacombs under specific Town undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not workaday someone spouts out antediluvian codification. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the ruckus had attracted a gang of people to take in, Mister O did n't seem to wish as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` Okay, I do n't know who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a trailer flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please make unnecessary me that worry, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the phrase meant and she nodded a little bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suited 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 thought who this man was. But he did a skillful job of scaring her, so she followed him into the vehicle.

As Mister O started the car, a computer covert emerged from the splashboard. A webcam lens on top scanned Daisy until an automated voice 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 concealment filled with versatile records, police phonograph recording, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced suddenly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead time of year premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any orphic bon ton, faction, or darkness administration. Have a undecomposed day. ''

Daisy stared at the computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the unity 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 easy giggle when it seemed worked up about the TV display. A electronic computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screenland submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your epithet is Daisy, '' Mr O began, `` I 'm Mr O, and I work for the CIA, vestige Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and go outside the kingdom of normal by societal monetary standard. 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 satisfy you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her floor was and she ran a paw through her haircloth, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A dispirit heroine addict who can never get her life history together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't call back so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue saint

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

'' There 's a lady friend missing, and this is her house. Daisy, smell, you probably have no idea what the shtup is going on. But, I need your helper, '' Mr. O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the bole and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The social movement threshold is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was adolescent girl with colored blue tomentum, a existent cute grin and a girl next threshold type of looker.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrayal as Mister O explained the situation in more contingent. She was so unseasoned and beautiful. Daisy hoped the lady friend was okay, then had a thought and looked around the sign of the zodiac. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the fair sex in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

'' We 'll deal out with him if he wakes up. If not, we have means to probe his memories. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many works of nonobjective art hung on the wall.

Daisy ran a helping hand through her hair, nodding as he explained the appendage. She looked like she wanted to wonder him when he said something about probing someone 's idea for memories, but figured it was n't the weirdest thing she 'd seen today.

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

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

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

He then walked over to the computer 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 female parent, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving home from study during a hit and run car chance event. ''

Mister O then opened his tab which seemed to go around all countersign restricted program which he brought up an e-mail from the girl 's Padre :

Maddie,

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

Mr O continued to explicate more, `` This e-mail came in less than a week ago. Soon soul at this IP computer address began searching the rich web looking up various occult site. Not the cheesy Gothic manner stuff, I 'm talking stuff and nonsense under the optic of Venice. And then three days ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mr. O then brought up police disk regarding the man, `` He 's a known pander. Likes to trade fille struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to save their tuition costs. And look what we have here, the Night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. naught he was saying made the berth any brighter or made her think the girl might be o.k. or soft to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was bushed, her Fatherhood missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human vendor. The email from the father made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a paw through her blonde hair.

'' This whole matter makes me sick of, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The miss is with her forefather ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me sure, '' she said, taking a breather. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the doorway, `` supporter ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in frustration, `` okey, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too much for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that doorway and I 'm going to gravel the information out of him. You can go away or wait 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 inscrutable breath when he said that he was going to go nonplus the information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a slight shaken but fairly cool it given the position. She walked to the movement door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigarettes from her sac and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the panorama carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging strait could be heard. The commotion was enough to induce the near 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 headway 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 sounds coming from inside the planetary house and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to take place next.

Mister O 's clothing was a bit ruffled from the his Dutch hoe with Carl Lyndon Johnson. His sleeve were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English language penmanship 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 dominion in the metropolis. Carl dropped her off at one of his tangency. Ultimately, I do n't conceive she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost soulfulness

bit began to roll by as the SUV now entered the motorway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl President Lyndon Johnson connects ? He 's no average street pimp, he mostly deals with occult arts groups. They usually have good backing operations, therefore they can pay trash like Carl President Lyndon Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to score out his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the sporting house is a meet up stage to change the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portraits and the folk pictures, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom pass, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the father is a dupe or is he one of the motherfucker ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the place with the cultus and the procurer, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her fuzz. When he asked the query, she frowned a niggling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the motion and I have a upchuck tactile sensation about it. To me, the sign distributor point 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 like it at all, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car tuner and the stationed playing was that of the news. The Sir Thomas More it aired, the more he looked annoyed by electric current events.

'' Today the United country has recognized two sentence Alfred Nobel ataraxis Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the seacoast of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and thrust to better mankind has made him the ideal selection for this new dependency, '' the radio reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

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

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

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to crap herself await the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave alone rehab. She lifted her workforce and ruffled up her whisker some and few small smudges in her make-up and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary middle recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a immense mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her top dog with a fiddling smile. `` Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be cocotte ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a doubly take. The look of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the flock of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her disclose matched his, but instead of diacetylmorphine, war was his dependence. It was his validation for intention in life.

'' You look not bad, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the common sense that I believe it 'll hand. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their entry into Little Republic of Albania, a community of interests of Albanian immigrants looking for a better spirit. But, within the community also lurked a secret faction of cultists using the biotic community to cover their vestige work. `` appear around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked outstanding 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's-breadth. It was a unawares campaign to the region of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and habitation, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left field of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the blocking a few multiplication before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a twain blocking from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building lading and drop passengers.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and balk every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a safeguard. He was sitting in the Lapplander smirch since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the constituent. `` I can be a pretty effective actor, '' she said with a little grinning 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 enceinte frown on her face and let him drag in her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd plough her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and state 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 focal point towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old flat building with empty suite with the elision of old beds used for service.

Inside more stateless looking strayer stood near the entryway, no doubt they were precaution. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the renter unit doors were open, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college years, nigh looking alien were being forced to serve older men.

One way in particular had a lady friend that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was bantam 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 previous valet de chambre inside had shut the doorway.

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

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` vino, women, to which I act the giddy butt, '' he said to the people in the authority. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a arcminute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the cover of the office staff chewing on his food while he talked with a ponderous stress, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is Virgo the Virgin like girl with gloomy hairsbreadth. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

But the guy did mention Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the stair, 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 rear turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his pants back up.

Around his body were a pair of female pegleg, as he turned around he revealed a bare girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a tabular array. She began to sit erect as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the young little girl had the man 's seminal fluid dripping from her swollen vaginal mouth. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Whitney Moore Young Jr. young lady and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

automobile horn began to go forth from his forehead and strange markings began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mr 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 bounce and grabbed Mister O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mister O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the windowpane. The man then faced Daisy while the room door shut by itself locking Daisy and the other poor lady friend with the strange man.

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A deadening paced manner of walking, with each stone's throw his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is of import is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his cum into fertile eubstance like yours. My reinforcement ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my manliness causes an insatiate urge to industrial plant his semen. '' As he explains his intention with one handwriting around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's offspring will acquire inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face closer to hers, his teeth were comparable fangs, piercings on his olfactory organ and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long slash with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the slope of her face, `` You smell and taste ... impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for one C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her gasp as if he was in a hurry to unclothe her. Something about her scent and taste perception caused him to go into a craze.

Daisy grimaced a trivial when he smelled her and licked her neck and font. 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 surprise by something. The creature of a man told her that"her variety"had n't existed on earth in a long meter.

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

The unusual amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunshot almost seemed dateless, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to deal, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

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

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a grotesque variant of a man 's shaft emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like coloration with odd shapes like that of a series of Calidris canutus and stud piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her second joint along with her step-in and here he was pulling his hammer out of his pants. This man did n't even look to point out the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her eye saw his nauseous stopcock as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her pelvis and put her manus on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't balk and give your lord offspring, I 'll cause a gamey chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me in effect and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her paw move back to her chest, where she undid a few button of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a appearance, of course of instruction, but somewhere inscrutable down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to open in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his sassing. It was a long skinny and forked lingua like that of a Hydra. His eyes also began to stir as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her scupper skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the paries.

'' Do I look like I want arousal ? '' said the man, `` I am an fauna to multiply the fertile consistency ! ! '' 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 hands to the wall and scolded her. `` wellspring you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to look at him. Her Holy Writ were almost cut off as he shoved his turncock against her snatch again, causing her to gasp in a very much different way.

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

Mr. 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 snap him in the position of his header with a flying human knee tap causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the storey and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head word, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in skepticism with his terminal words, `` No, impossible ! I am unending ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

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

Daisy winced with the for the first time few crack from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry semen from the other daughter 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her apparel.

'' I do n't have a go at it who you are, sweetie, but if you have soul to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or law place. Somewhere safe. Get a break of the day after pill and tell them what happened or as practically as you can, '' Daisy assured the pathetic girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls whisker and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the jibe had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment work party en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying minor of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicament wo n't be capable to serve them. Let 's read/write head back to Madelyn 's menage until we have more particular. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a petty bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. fountainhead ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the place and how they had access code coming to deal for the girls and she nodded some. `` expert, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the planetary house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her founder and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moonshine or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr. O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his following are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would signify the runes hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runic letter. A agency to make her body open of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the prospect to do so.

'' okeh, this makes more than signified now. So Madelyn is a Virgo the Virgin. Always a bang Virgo the Virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US ground, abstinence is not really a unattackable American tradition these sidereal day, '' Mister O continued.

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

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the whirlybird, men and cleaning woman in tactical cogwheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to go up the building. From the new wave, many in black causa arrived.

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

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up work party and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark courtship with combat charge. `` I was able-bodied to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horn man referred to her kind which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't do it. Do you feel anything outside of the average ? Example, a buzzing in your creative thinker, or s sight like imagination, or do you actually see matter manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your variety'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three solar day behind. ''

Daisy shook her head a few time and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to cogitate of anything different she might have felt both in her life history and just in the concluding few day. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of class. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed emplacement, a small abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and punk. Many roam with flannel mullein in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and scoring. Eerie effigies surround the church service, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the township through the window. He appeared in his mid-forties and had gray hair. 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 seat and another riding shotgun. She looked tire and disconcert. Her optic were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in Clarence Day. No one would blab to her and state her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was important.

She 'd been taken from her vacate family unit home base by some creep and taken to a building total of scumbags and poor lady friend forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to clean naked and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed stark, coldness intellectual nourishment and given water to pledge. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high air-sleeve and flats to check. Her hair 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 threshold. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and thug seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their strong-armer and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the bordello, they all had French horn coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard the great unwashed talk about Djall for the past few years but none of them would secern her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the stripling 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her lenient, rasping articulation. A voice male child had always described as aphrodisiac and mature.

'' My blue backer, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a lowly child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my blue Angel. You have no melodic theme how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her peel got even more than picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the direction of the interpreter, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mum ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the female child trailed off. There was obvious care in her centre and she did n't know what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had capital affection for the youth young woman, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a death chair.

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

'' I 've been sitting for time of day in a cramped van with four strangers. I 'd rather stomach, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously obnubilate and scared and hurt over what had happened the live days.

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my totally life history and I 've been alive a foresighted time. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her collaborator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to find the reliable vessel for Djall, for he can allot perpetual life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a stripling. The many students I had taught in my college learning graphics classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your initiative year of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runes, I knew I had to take them home and leave them where Djall can catch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. reserve me to demonstrate you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying matter that did n't make sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft write up or something. She was so disordered and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her head and fight the teardrop building up in her eye.

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

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

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

'' What do you imply he can lend mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all sick. I just want to go menage. I want you to get home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her consistence and took it in. Her young build, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage vogue of dress. Her 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 Thomas More than just the nineteen year old lady friend he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be arduous for you to understand, but I need you to hear. I 've been animated for a long time, retentive than nearly. You see, I have found a way to cheat Death Itself, I had learned to hold up aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artefact that my kinship group and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange legislative act made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church service.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the face. Another concern detail was that of the letch 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic animal.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to heed to what he was saying and follow the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some crappy sci-fi movie or Lovecraft history. It was strange to hear him speak like this. He was usually so ordered and impertinent and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't make for back mum, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't bring that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all unbalanced ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breath, `` Please enjoin me this is all some form of trick ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his bridge player at the others in a gesture to still them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a stern tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will become crystalize '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange alien language.

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

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

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

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo off their hands off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to pull away more aggressively. It was no use for the minuscule female child though as she was soon snap up and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark bulwark of the church service glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to radiate. Her father stared at it for a consequence, and then as he turned around trumpet began to stock from his forehead as similar marker on his side also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an out-of-doors mouth when her father began to grow horns and gleam. She had thought the early men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was amazed. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her torso, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no farsighted fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present clock time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's theater with Daisy when a red lighting began to beep in the center console. Mr. O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Lapplander LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the sieve was a blond woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' Greetings, sherlock O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in exceptional we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Same immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greek as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious hug drug. ``

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

'' stand by, we will let you have it off when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, keep back me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could cast down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a weighed down tobacco user by any means. The pack in her purse had been there for hebdomad. But with all the outcome of today, she could n't assist it. She blew smoke directly out the windowpane 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 information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the shout was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a big assist, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm sure you have interrogative sentence that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the forest god implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch modality if you should decide to line up solution to those questions. ``

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

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

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not for sure how else to oppose. She did n't really guess either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to safety and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't get it on what to do. `` good-by, '' she said and waved a niggling bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the completely church as if she were there. She began to take care around and see all the things going on. The detail filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely naked and thrusting savagely into a youthful cleaning woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were muckle of girls there seeking to give massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way conclusion and could see the cleaning woman orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the batting cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their finger in the cage to reach her trunk. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the young girl, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go out of doors to see any details that would go them there.

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

The further away from the church, the stranger the Ithiel Town seemed ... or at least in the astral plane. A black raven suddenly landed proper in strawman of Daisy, and then another. Soon a tidy sum of ravens flew in rope around her which eventually caused black-market smoke to vortex with Daisy in the midsection. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the melanize smoke, a man in dark and deplumate clothing emerged. The green goddess seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a contraband bag while wielding two oil looking sword. He approached Daisy with his heading down and echoes of indistinct susurration continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ears and shrank away from him before a pair of sprouted backstage surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose vox spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

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

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

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

Mister O turned around and looked a bit confused, `` What ? '' he asked as the site 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 other forces at workplace. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to recognize better than to push aside a Pb, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always beneficial to play on the side of safety and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

'' cum inside, '' he instructed as he opened the straw man doorway.

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

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular article of clothing such as denim pant or cargos with T-shirt along with black tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like war machine or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in fashion designer habiliment. While the military looking one had nucha and face fungus with short pilus, this other gentlemen had long hair's-breadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than gun for hire, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fighting blades.

'' Well, O, happy yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun stress. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` Well hello, darlin', the epithet is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale peel.

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

'' okay, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys clod cap is Doc Holiday, our medick. Nate `` One sentence '' Stonewall Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you please excuse what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to garner her opinion a bit. `` I saw a dark office, maybe a church. But not a formula one. It was crowded. There were hoi polloi dressed in saturnine dress, doing all kinda stuff and nonsense to each other, all together. Then I saw a wild blue yonder haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a Cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grapevine W. C. Fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of fecundity, spiritual transport, ritual madness, and vino making. A hedonistic deity. It would make common sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine-colored, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to deepen out his clothes into jean and a t-shirt with boots and tactical paraphernalia. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of young man continued to look on the map.

Beau being his normal ego tried to make light of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't forebode myself dangerous. But, I do like to seize with teeth, '' he said as his smiling revealed fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' Okay, boyfriend, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his singlet, `` Daisy, there are respective possible locations with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons vinery, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a handwriting through her hair. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a Cage, watching her forefather with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vinery ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her financial statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two Moon, I thought they meant in two dark. If they 're engaged in reprobate human activity, 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 horse sense now.

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

'' Well, doll, what is that ? '' said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a Corvus corax feathering stuck on her foot. ``

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

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

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mr. O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hairsbreadth. She did n't evidence them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to think of and inquire about. She might ask about it at a later time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - pitch blackness Corvus corax down

The drive in one of the motortruck was n't much meaning. A lot of the squad appendage including Mr O spent nigh of the effort locking and loading their triggerman and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two moonshine vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only job is, we have several townspeople that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us identify which townspeople looks familiar to you. ''

fellow however sat there sharpening each of his sword, `` Do n't ya worry 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that cute lil tush of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! commando ! '' smash team hustler mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more high gear testosterone muscle point type.

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

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

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

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

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

The helicopters although glowering blue air seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and solid in coloration. As soon as everyone boarded, both eggbeater took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a grim sentience looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roomy had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her spirit. She 'd try to get a pattern job, avoid her old Quaker and her ex, call her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some Weird shit surrounded by men with Assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the boundary on opponent goal of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earpiece on to pass along with each other over the aloud propellor disturbance as well as with the other helicopter. After about an 60 minutes into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to design as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right field fix, we 'll make our access. It 'll be a hot drop, '' Big Papi was instructing before thing got silent. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon reply and there were more important affair as the former helicopter caught on fervour and started to go down.

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

Then all of the sudden a flock of ravens flew along side of the whirlybird, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from incline to side. The Corvus corax poofed into blacken smoke and appeared as a man with fossil oil leaf blade in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the puppet appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't bonk what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the spook. It vanished and appeared on the English of the helicopter slashing away at the locomotive engine. fellow unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc Holiday as the helicopter began to whirl out of ascendence. Daisy was frantic when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't know what else to do.

Doc tried his considerably to take up command of the whirlybird, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the other hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` Hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the pandemonium, he saw her typeface and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few clock time he saw her smile like when she tried to calculate her part for the brothel which caught his aid, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to include it to her, but that lot of her in the out of restraint helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her brace for the impending clang.

As the meat cleaver went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her eye tight and squeezed her arm around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to call back the side by side few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct crash but still twirl around and slither across the vineyards like a blowout geartrain that had been derailed at luxuriously speed.

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

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

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyr that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as rakehell sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a exceptional demand of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyr began to sweep them both towards the church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop battle cry and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rituals in front of her and it seemed to have some effect on the Brigham Young miss. Her Fatherhood had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her More accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more unemotional person. The previous Nox, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her coop, stripped her of her wearing apparel and hand bathed her. She did n't struggle it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatized that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to fill out. Even Madelyn herself could n't concentrate on the thought long enough to enter out what was going on in her own brainiac. However, the thought of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbolization in different spot along her well-endowed consistence. She did n't make out them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the batting cage and made to ascertain more than sexual rituals, being assured that, within the side by side day, the ceremonial would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some military force she did n't know and she 'd gone into a mysterious, nighttime quietus that did n't end until she awoke inside the Christian church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to eternal rest. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some harm may take been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mr O did n't know how long he was out, but another spatter of inhuman urine was thrown on his cheek giving him a shock to finally wake 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 sleep, '' said Madelyn 's founding father, `` It is necessary for the blood sacrifice to watch the Virgo sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat rake, `` Is that suppose to daunt me ? Your public figure is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to cite a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to larn to a greater extent about him. ''

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

Arminius did n't wait too pleased. Perhaps not the form of chemical reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laugh will change state into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful world, '' Hermann warned.

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

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

Just then, the splurge continued between the lech and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasance hard worker for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slave wanted to offer up themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the prospect when the man woke up, then heard her father introduce the source of the ceremony. A stir of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of zeal 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 take her script and help her step down from the program that the cage was one. The Brigham Young woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a ripe job of fighting the urge to cover up herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its briny event, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the celebration. `` Bring the fair sex interloper, she will now conjoin in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urge with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin mastery for her to be involved in the rite. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a unfaltering grip of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to shin against them. However, they were much unassailable than her and she could barely move against their range. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to stand just a few foot from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a breath of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the counseling of the altar. `` You 'll get to determine your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual activities, much of their aid become distracted.

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

Daisy 's apparel were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how precipitous those nipper were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost well-nigh of her infant fat by now. Her trunk had a little more maturity date to it, though with slightly lowly breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the woman started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever undertaking they were trying to carry through or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with partiality jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklet, and finally a delivery to finalize her regalia for the ceremonial while her male parent continued to thrust and click two of the hard worker, one after the other.

While virtually of the forest god thrusted savagely into their female partners like feral brute, Hermann stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their physical structure to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His face still associate to Madelyn as her father.

The former satyr'lower soundbox were furred, much like those depicted in art along with stick metrical unit, but still retained homo shaped wooden leg. Though, the odd matter about them that made them unique were their queerly determine cocks. In renaissance art, lech were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good cause as they stand before Daisy.

One of the letch, much like the one from the brothel had the Saami uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the drumhead portion was much more than of the mutual mushroom shape. The early, his dick was shaped very similarly like that of a buck, but not as enormous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the shot 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 sinew relaxed some and she just form of watched the depraved acts that Hermann and the females were performing.

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her paw and led her to her father. `` Give your pa a kiss, '' she insisted in a very lewd step while he seemed to be in a unusual trance while his rooster penetrated the former 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 male parent and told to establish him a osculation. She looked a trivial hesitant for a minute but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes Fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat fundament, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his back talk and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrap around his neck.

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

One of the lecher approached Daisy from fundament, his knotted shaped dick began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a decimal point of stimulation. The other with the horse like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the former touched her right on the forepart twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped rooster teased the outside of her dampening sass and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blond, causing her to wrestle more and close up her optic as her hide flushed a little bit as it heated up from her eubstance experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the hind let out his forked tongue as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her tegument. The former, also having a forked tongue licked her from the bottom of her mentum then up her lip trying to savour her. When the spit wrapped around her cervix and started to work out her skin, her breath caught in her pharynx 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 particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to get hold of her, but it seemed as if they could lose their controller any secondment. Then behind the satyr in front man of her, a shadowed man with a familiar interpreter appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you bid to defy ? secernate me what you truly lack. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at foremost Armin 's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the anthesis young Lady he raised since her puerility. But the more their kiss continued, the more he could n't turn back himself and erupted filling the striver with his source. As he did so, not only did he continue to metamorphose while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the fork-like tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was wanton to tell. Madelyn did n't intercept the buss, breathing out through her olfactory organ and bringing her body closer to his. When his spit transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the osculation and let his tongue explore. She was n't the topper kisser but she definitely put the effort and lecherousness into it.

Passionate buss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to savor her from inside her rima oris. Pleasurable moan became beast like growling. One of his mitt grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her oral cavity.

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 slimy compared to homo.

He pulled her down onto her human knee as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front of his girl, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping strait 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 cast, the head dower seemed to continually be active and jerk like a flexing sinew. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my drear angel. ``

The Danton True Young girl was pushed down to her human knee and she looked up at him with her big super C eyes, 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 dick.

Her faltering returned but she made herself inclination down and lap some of his seminal fluid off the rooster and then lots like with the buss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to have no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

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

The corruption was serving their ceremonial occasion quite well. The more she licked, the Thomas More it seemed to affect the others as the push became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the comrade voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you require that inside you ? Do you want to taste it ? '' He asked.

The Son seemed to settle into Daisy 's judgement as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Brigham Young girl lick her father 's turncock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the articulation 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 follow.

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

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

Daisy wasted no meter. She stroked the turncock a few multiplication, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her sass eagerly, going as cryptic as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head and stroke what she could n't strike into her back talk, closing her center and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No turning binding

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her back talk, it was clear his cock reacted to every undivided tactual sensation. The former two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to try her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the concluding ingredient to commit each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and fall in a rhythm with his lacing and sucking, continuing to groan softly as she worked on the undertaking at hand ... and mouthpiece.

Her headland bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his succus dribbling down her Kuki. This did n't slow her pile. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hand downslope, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the portion of the cock her mouth could n't progress to, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse stopcock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to do it not to riddle her, he simply wanted the rotating shaft 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 unhurt crusade. kickoff your Padre, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lech put his peter against her pussycat and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head word back against his chest, seeming to revel in the Bible and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her helping hand and then she began to stroke the lower voice of the cock enthusiastically, a little smiling coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Armin began to join in as well. One rode on top of the letch under Daisy while the other cleaned under to go down on on the tip of the rooster rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two PET.

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her physical structure against his breast gave him a blissful look on his boldness, a reprobate look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her leg upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the ray while rubbing it English to side against Madelyn 's virgin prick.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lecher put her in his lap and let the female rub the prick against her virgin purulent lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her Fatherhood 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously get, suck her father 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her fundament. These frightening creatures of narrative seeming to beg for her affection, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our sanctum vas ! '' they begged. The other satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their spot and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable locating while a slave and letch continued to pee-pee unholy know above him caused him to kick the duet away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two lecher took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in presence of Hermann and the girls.

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

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

The lustfulness was too strong 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 caress his large balls as her back talk pleased his quill and sucked off all the precum, trying to ploughshare it with Madelyn. By the prison term they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his putz, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective action at law going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lover. They had met the Nox before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a svelte sense of warmness towards her. But zilch that would split up his affectionateness over. Instead, he saw this as a worthful opportunity to give voice plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this hale situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a Virgin corruption, but the added sense of perfidy putrescence ? Djall was the deity of delight, not pain in the neck and treason. individual else must be pulling the strings.

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

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to bat her and sucking while slobbering her juice as they flowed on his back talk like a fete. Something about her in peculiar that kept causing him to break through inside the slave horseback riding him. The other striver took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a natural spring of dark filth.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to wedge 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 kitty experience his horse like cock pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the sight on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the lecher push her tight legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, sonant skin of her second joint and she knew there was a girl at the end of his tool, drinking most of it.

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

Madelyn opened her sass panoptic, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her rima oris and Kuki. She took her male parent into her sassing, closing her brim around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head word social movement from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the daughter 's legs, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Arminius began pushing forward at his pelvic arch each time Madelyn bobbed her drumhead forward trying to feel her deeper inside her backtalk with each thrust. The missy had ceased to be his girl, his bluish angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head word of his prick continued to flex like a brawniness. It was as though it was eager to palpate more.

Madelyn 's optic were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too cognizant of her surround and enjoying all of this too very much to do so. Her big, wide, green centre looked around at the other forest god, up at her begetter and over at Daisy. The turncock in her mouthpiece was going inscrutable than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thickset and slimy, much salty than a human being. Even the color resembled a yellow or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new lifetime as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruptness, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Hermann pulled Daisy back up, but only to suffocate her face on his rough skinned ballock.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transmutation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's take down organic structure finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry legs, the rive feet. His balls had dark tegument and a musky odor to it. It was not a stiff body odor. Instead, it was more like the olfactory perception of pheromones as they naturally glistened with perspiration. But the more he thrusted his prick into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to stifle the low contribution 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 commit Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in Bob Hope to drub them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her tiny little golf hole that was hidden between her derriere face. Before anyone had realized it, many hired hand were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to range her. `` seminal fluid here, sweetheart, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a intimation from being smothered by the sweaty, musky balls. When Madelyn was proficient and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky scent and taste of having Arminius 's balls smothering her face.

On his spine, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink peak. His clapper stretched out much thirster and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her off-white sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his typeface made him insatiate as he gave her one long stroke of his knife along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her fanny jam, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Arminius decided to escalate the situation. With hand movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A striver had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the Virgo the Virgin and the informer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Armin since the shadowy chassis had said that he needed a final shift, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a forget me drug of subvert letch. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and mite of scandalmongering seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't front too upset about the dictation. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each early. In an instant, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their weapon system around each other and kissing in a heated passion, letting their spit dancing in each other 's mouths.

They 'd move from that every few moments and strip the cum off the early 's face and then go back to their osculation. Their legs shifted so each of them had a second joint between the others'leg and they began to comminute furiously. Their moan and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this sensual dance, showing her young partner the ropes of being with another woman.

The dwarf man with the familiar spirit representative emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his soupcon only felt by Daisy, his sweetness and soft vox heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this humanity, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and find you. These depraved creatures, I can experience you through them. For each one you touch, you also advert me. Do you need to find me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The former satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood adjacent to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. train my penis in your lip one last time before I take your trunk. I shall take you as mine. ``

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

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

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when prison term seemed to halt and he spoke in her judgement again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an upshot on her. An overwhelming wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to will her alone.

This loneliness had always been present in her aliveness, she always felt the need to belong to soul or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary passing from the world she knew.

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

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 cock into her oral cavity, as he had instructed. With her hired man, she moved her farseeing blonde whisker for the collar.

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the audio of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His trunk still the Saame as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique Energy Department about him. The man with the intimate spokesperson could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the arrest shot around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of aloneness in her tum and the slight feel of betrayal on her own part.

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

She felt him lift her up and it was a big touch. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's exemplar and crawled on her hands and articulatio genus toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Arminius held his bore cock in post to Daisy 's flock, the phonation spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No counter

The brain of his cock pressing against her bitch back talk made Daisy necessitate it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no fourth dimension. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the enceinte, midst, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimal stretch and force required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her lips. Then each Calidris canutus that seemed to pulsate with each first appearance. A flashy, deep groan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and slide deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her expression against his filthy scrotum. They were no uncertainty covered in soft fur to make up for the jolty tegument, but he wanted his little girlfriend to be part of his violation of Daisy.

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

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a extrusion had formed on her dispirited belly from the excrescence of each gnarl. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his cock was unparalleled, it was more harsh. Even the temperature seemed red-hot than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in joy when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deeply into her twat. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible agitation on her face when he began to pull out her fit body up and thrash it back down. The shape of his cock made it slightly afflictive but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to serve him, then put her manus on his shoulder to becalm her torso so she did n't flow over with the forcefulness of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first time, but when the straits of his prick penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in rapture as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't deal long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Hermann was no yearner a man, but a beast, a mythic creature of pure lustfulness. Even his chunk began slap Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in intense pleasure as he began to savagely thrust into her sozzled, guileful snatch. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense poking and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his torso. He gave a good firmly push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each gnarl on her belly twitched as well. His musculus began to get slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety device as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his wildcat driving force, using her body for his delight. His clapper came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Snake and slithered around on her lips. Saliva flowed freely the more his natural language moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That drive was hard and barbarous. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs mingy around him and leaned her head word back, her branch wrapping around his neck.

As his shaft grew inside her, it increased the stretching and painful sensation. Daisy only seemed to run off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and be active with each thrust. `` brand me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look More beast like rather than human with his rapid poking. He laid her down on her binding and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to copulate.

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

Armin sat erect and reached out to take hold of Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could grab her waistline with one script and airlift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial publication of swelling from his knots moved as he slid his peter inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the jut.

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't certain what he was doing but it soon became authorize. As he continued to thrust, the excrescence on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's kitty through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's body posture was also very animal like, or yet more insensate. sooner than thrusting while on his knees as nigh would in that detail billet between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting lieu thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

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

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a lady of pleasure. Her hip were raised, her legs were pass around and wrapped around him, her groan were tawdry and vivid, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal seventh heaven and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his leg although already furry like the early lech, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shaped legs, Armin 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to deepen its shape into a goat like form giving him more tractability to thrust relentlessly in his knee bend position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those pass moving back and forth under her kitty-cat. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hands on her Father-God 's shoulders.

'' Oh, dad, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to have that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, make full our pretty pet with your seminal fluid and let her watch you take me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to satiate Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a deranged frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His fount had a depraved look to him. The more he pushed inside, the prospicient a grayish and brown whiskers began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the lightbulb pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them craunch against her virgin slit and feeling her juice making Daisy 's pelt below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her plentiful boob and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their care. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final examination pushing, he slammed his phallus deep interior Daisy as his peter went into convulsions spewing his lousy germ inside her. Even through the bulges, his dick twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense culmination she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Arminius 's peter as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her womb and flowage around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, gummy great deal between their branch.

Armin howled in delight as he his shift continued. Then while his member remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the finis spurt of his icteric cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as it exploring her.

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

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in pleasure with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a flavor of subjugation. His shadower continued to slither around Madelyn 's consistence as if he were learning to control his new branch.

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

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

Mister O looked at Arminius with a sinister grin. One that spelled ferocity all over his face. `` Me an holy person ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest thing to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a ring at one head, now he has horns even self-aggrandising than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much prospicient, '' Hermann said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a time from Daisy. Each naut mi that popped out, a outburst of his filthy come cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming knoll.

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

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

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the shape of a letch as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the attitude gave her plenty room to tilt back. The helping hand of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each handwriting keeping them unfold spread out. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her peg and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her concluding moments of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the unit way with her Virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to bask it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in figurehead of her ruin her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the bunch. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair biz to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate 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 stiff musculus and and hard thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic curiosity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to derive down from the vast high she 'd just felt up and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself percentage of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved oceanic abyss inside her put-upon twat, sticky and glossy with the germ of their leader.

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

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetency for sex had distracted them from anything outside their joy. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden sheep pen up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the tongue to cut through his book binding. As the crowd continued to pullulate closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and dislocate away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were cypher more than an physical object for his gratification. The more acute her dead body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving unwritten pleasure from her began to transubstantiate. Most commonly, the goat like hind branch. Soon the other lech took poster and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new fagot 's affectionateness. Or so they believed. Those with already female person spouse seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to result them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out trollop at a highschool party. She 'd tantalise someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three hammer with her mouth and script. She 'd get bent grass over a president or something and fucked like a beef. She 'd be in a roundabout of men, taking as many putz in her mouth as she could, as fast as she could. They had filled her with their vile ejaculate, given her taste of it, came all over her facial expression and torso. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind peg made the lecher more agile and compromising to ingest her in unlike positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs grimace to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her mitt on his shoulder joint 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 horse 's cock against her little star in between her cigaret face.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to thrust his dick into her plastered ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and stint over the heading of his yearning prick. The more he sunk it into her ass, the More strict the shaft of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At low, Madelyn was looking around and meeting center with everyone who happened to look at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front line of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange cock inside her. Then, her oculus settled on her Father and she gave him that same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Hermann placed his heavy tongue right field on her flyspeck star below her virgin kitty-cat. Then with a foresightful dense stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her agglomerate and proceed upwards riding up her trunk. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suction on each one leaving a slimed muss. Then his lingua continued to hinge on up some More until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her sassing and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouthpiece, a retentive line of his slimy saliva from his backtalk to hers splattered on her body. The blue sky haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva twine fell against her pale skin. His bum rose up, now with more mastery it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each burl tidal bore, the chief wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seeded player as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue saint 's innocence. His stern wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her back talk. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing animal in size compared future to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his bottom slightly tightening up with the intensity level. The oral sex continued to hale its way into her bead tearing through her virtue, the virginal membrane.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the buttocks wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his declamatory stopcock pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how cockeyed her twat was. `` dada ! '' she cried out as he began to promote against her seal of approval. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued body of work it in forcefully, his oral cavity began to drip with more than drool as his animalistic nature of a fauna needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the point of his phallus broke through her seal of purity. innocence forever lost to a noisome spear of filth.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more than acute wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen mole rat now. She was his cyprian now. In this consequence, she wanted this Night to concluding forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their stopcock in every possible place in her dead body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and turn over them the benediction of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a slub inside her. Then again, with each Calidris canutus being forced in harder than before. He was not making love to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new cruddy harlot.

A few drops of bloodline escaped her twat but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and Loretta 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 need him to pass water passion to her. She wanted him and every other forest god here to fuck her like the animate being they were, like the queen regnant whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his evasion. Fatigue and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new education bitch of what was once his girl, a few specs of her line from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the flat coat and writhed in nuisance. He was a blood sacrifice, the ceremony had taken gist on him. The more he tried to creep away, the more than pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of putrefaction, the contamination of innocence with foulness, the unclean pairing of beastly creatures and maid. Armin had forced himself inside her, his plebeian extremity nestled inside Madelyn 's once free body.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly regulate cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The grayback did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel to a greater extent of her inside walls as her torso swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless spokesperson. She did n't quite cry out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her vocalization was a little hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and gravelly voice made it hard to protrude 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 hip joint back hoping to displume out slightly only to mosh it back in. But, as he pulled, her torso pulled with him. Her agglomerate had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such example were known to pass off with the tribe of the werewolf packs, but this was a first for a letch. Inside her, his cock continued to squirm even more on its own each clock time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stick by inside her. It was a good feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to commit back and instead forced her body the Same way, she grunted a footling and lowered her foreland from its backward position and opened her eyes to look down in disarray. The tautness now really subside in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight walls squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no dubiousness. Though despicable and duncish, it aided in the lubrication physical process as his fundamental itch consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip bowel movement stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knot out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one naut mi 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 in the ass was estimable than pleasance. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in seventh heaven as her consistence shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't have a go at it it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few minutes, short little bursts of intense joy that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon sense, a existent climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her meanness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat energy. Soon he was popping two knots at a sentence and slamming them back into her flyspeck consistency. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him expiation to the former-man turned beast. a great deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lustful joy as his tongue hung out of his oral cavity like an brute while his drool flew with each swing.

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

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done mickle of risque affair in here life with all kind of people and herself, both on photographic camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its employment on Daisy too. She was felicitous to call for cock after cock in every mess they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female person to come and osculate her ; drub her, gustation her, share the cocks with her. She was glad to be surrounded by men who wanted null more than to plow or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's cakehole showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to terminate off inner Daisy. Another had filled a striver, and kept his pecker inside her to act as a wad, then at first of all chance, carried her above Daisy only to extract his phallus out and let his filth drip out from her dead body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky ointment into hers as it flowed out from another.

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

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and bracing seeded player being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same itinerary that her lip and kitty had. Not to note the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to sprain more insane. One had already been pumping his horse turncock in her pussy while making her drive him as he lay on his binding, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from rump. Then a third forest god, began trying to force his own peter in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the chief in, a slave seemed eagre to wait on him in filling Daisy with Thomas More filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animal, each filling her up trying to crimson out the previous load with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a squeamish, big turncock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her compressed little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boy, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now ploughshare that cum with me. ``

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

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't go on further away, the botheration was too gravid. 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 armour, nor the torpedo 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 yesteryear life sentence of Romance language was anything but love affair. Instead it was brassy one night stands, slow little girl in foreign lands during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a cost on him. He 'd already been on a drab path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't find hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit wear out hearted. Instead it was unlike, the putrescence seeping inside his own soulfulness made him thirst war, he wanted to plunge his blade rich inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The subversion began to diffuse, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn Negroid.

There was unvarying sounds of popping as Arminius 's international nautical mile forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the drumhead helping ever outflow. Though the head was much thicker than all the knots, there were sentence from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd buck her trunk as the head was caught in her parsimoniousness.

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

Then there was the rear, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During fourth dimension of Hermann 's intense stimulation, the tip of the prat would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tush bickering out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her sassing, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her consistence, as her bead dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the quarter began to rub against her flyspeck star in the cover. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to agitate inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the fag end went down under her and teased her ass jam, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the feeling of having two share of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her psyche back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your lady blue, '' she mused in her sexy, grating articulation. The Word were punishing to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

'' No ... not my madam Amytal, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue whore, '' he said as his fierceness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her shank and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue whore ... whore for all of our following, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of slipway. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming rapture and lust that had consumed her body and mortal by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best matter on earth as he continued to use her like a piece of substance. A patch of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the only intent of him and everyone else there to fix their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever gens you chose to afford him. The deity of fertility, religious exaltation, rite fury, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his phallic putrescence began to writhe even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent torso more and more. The tail had sunken so deeply that even the piece with fur had made its way inside.

It was tender, his tail was still new and the pelt has n't built the Lapp durability like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his butt retracted her body shuddered, a small measure of his cum squirted out from her cocksucker. She loved the impression of that goo being splattered on her pale peel.

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

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

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

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the satyrs demanded her to work Madelyn fresh to make her trunk for Djall 's comer. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other females clean the acidulate goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became sack up, she happily obliged. They had forced her aspect under Armin, demanding her to suck on his ball to cause the groovy seed while his precum continued to drop most likely to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's case. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the furrow as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drops of blood line that fell. Then as Armin continued to have his crude Phallus between her subdued thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her Virgo blood has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid care to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even know the full moon extent. But with each cliff that managed to flow on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a magnificent down payment of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruin virgin is made into a whore for their immortal. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthful of juice, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and micturate out for a few moments, exchanging their delicacy with each early, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very Sami that he blessed Daisy just here and now earlier, and the slave future to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal state. Every part of his beaded prick dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a miry mess as their amalgamate fluids spattered with each poking. His legs were moist, even his bollock were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs fan out wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her sizable thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their low-pitched bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond resort and some healing and physical exertion would likely get it back to its rule, rap, pretty purulent perfection.

For now, though, it still had gobs of disgusting white-livered cum dripping out of its sassing and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking good turn planting their own source in the the two of them, Daisy being the preferred one.

One by one, the men continue to lease what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their load in her snatch, they did. If they wanted to lift her hip joint and fuck her nasty ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to ploughshare her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the prostitute she was in this moment.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his lousy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout life in her prolific torso specifically, even if that lifespan were an abomination of fauna and maiden.

Arminius was close, he slowed his jab crusade significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul turncock, each blast to a greater extent punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the Best way. From watching so a great deal carnal pleasure over the live on spell and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the remainder of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful breach into her once hallowed gem. Then looking down at her physical structure, seeing the details of his rooster through her skin on the excrescence on her breadbasket, `` This, '' he said as spit continued to drool out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seed ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensible. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his live and final plunge into her finished flower, every grayback as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual bliss. He pulled her body into him with his shadow wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his pelvis. His arms reaching under to seize both Daisy 's and the maiden 's cheek to smother his chunk, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filthiness filled her body, wave upon what felt like an dateless wave. Each nautical mile pulsating, whacking, and wiggling while the chief itself more crimson than the greyback. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his torso, Madi 's headway fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell undefended in a breathless, silent shriek of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like naught else. She could feel every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, youthful womb as she was unable to move or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow down down calm, he pulled his slimy phallus out. As like the others and now with his little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the 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 queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to look up about the clock time he started to pull up out. With each pop of his putz exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each clock time. When the head word finally came out, a torrent of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the fille'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk tone on her face. `` A poof should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's cock to help scavenge him up. The former girlfriend soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an right-down mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your invitee while we witness the relaxation of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was infirm. The luxuria had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a someone. She 'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever reckon. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the sometime girl and nodded in agreement. `` My papa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never close Nox

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the darkness as the others were too sex drunk to even point out. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, start in the crowd and join in. Another face of him felt pure hatred for the lech. Not because he was overjealous or anything, but it felt as though his superbia was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't give care about the pain sensation anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the piece of tail was the townsfolk ? There was no town. Just an endless grapeshot orbit. There was no helicopter crash sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no heap in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't right-hand, even for a deity evocation.

Armin marveled at his latest chef-d'oeuvre. Spent well-nigh of his extensive human life sentence as an creative person, but the deal of Madelyn against the bronze state drippage of his seed was a sight to behold.

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

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

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

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

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

He carried her to the border of the altar while the letch cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore queer of Djall ! ''

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

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her body fell into the waiting crowd and she was quite happy that the men caught her. From the moment they caught her, not once did any constituent of her soundbox 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 cavalry shaped stopcock was the first to palpate his new queen mole rat from inside. All others were in a hurry to push their tool against her brim as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't stimulate to do any piece of work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine kitty-cat and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd startle 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 merge it with their loss leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite vauntingly, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in intimate fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more concentre on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't have escaped his notice that Mr O had vanished, but he did n't look to deal. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a festivity of sorts. Perhaps the first off fourth dimension in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their nasty cream. Many of them sang in a strange linguistic process while the satyr fucking his alpha drawing card 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her sawhorse cocked collaborator straddled her over his lap with his goat leg in a squatting attitude, this new interloper from behind had been able-bodied to obtrude upon her ass. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real study and was instead being treated like the lady of pleasure queen she was.

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

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

book binding at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his heart as they clean his body with their clapper. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze spell fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the phallus, it seemed more detailed, as if burl were begining to spring up on the peter, but the head seemed to resemble the nous of a horse cock. But the most occupy detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a over-embellished sugariness smelling liquid.

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

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprises, Hermann stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The lady friend 's body tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of course of instruction she knew she had barely touched it except for with her sassing and tongue.

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

She looked at it for a minute skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her oral fissure and taking a bit of it into her sassing. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. afters wine, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, bright blue eyes.

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the Lapplander deity the ancient Hellenic language worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his blessings. Armin seemed to induce an endearing jot for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her Kuki-Chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a small bit when Armin 's hand came up to her Kuki and her consistence form of just moved smoothly with his bridge player as he summoned her upright. She was his for right field now. She had offered herself to him when he was finished with Madelyn and she had been denied ; but now he seemed to commute his mind.

His tongue reached out into her mouthpiece and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his vital force. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his come in three different womb including her own. But now his member reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the sound of moist anatomy rubbing could be heard.

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

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same office that Madelyn had been in for the ceremonial occasion. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her crestless wave with some sort of pride. He moved her rosehip against he erect bronzy rooster and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to breathe heavily with each tilt of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her organic structure along the statue 's cock. Even then with each stroke of her pussy, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hips on the pecker.

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

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her breathing was clayey 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 when he said that she could be the one to really matter and state her to savor the statue. Lifting her hips, she sank down on the bronze stopcock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

exterior Mr. O continued to observe the church building, 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 night ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's case in dense motion through the heart of the letch that fucked her womb. Mr. O dropped to his articulatio genus and rubbed his optic and then saw through the middle of the satyr who 's knotted turncock was stick to inside her tush.

He could find all the details, her soft cheek squeezing his beaded peter, that glossy and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mr O saw the whole Christian 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 stir his chief. When the vision faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr. O approached the girl slowly, the painful sensation he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it prepare. He was n't sure what to arrive at of everything, or even this woman. The Danton True Young mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had bleak feet and wore nil but the pristine white garb that was almost like a go for gown. She had deadly pale skin, grim pilus, especially in compare to her pelt, and pale, ghostly blue centre.

'' Hello, Johnny Reb, '' she said, her voice easygoing and raspy, form of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his hired hand and showed no face, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning whole tone, her coldness, gentle hired hand moving down to take the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The Thomas Young woman before Mr O gave a knowing grin when he said that if she 'd reach him a reason, he just might slice her pharynx, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so cute when you play hooligan guy. You could cut me into a million picayune piece right now and I 'd be right back in your drumhead. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost diverted voice.

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

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

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst matter you 've done, would it ? Not even the high-risk thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hired man and her own fingers went up to reach his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his organic structure but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the corresponding. `` No, I do n't cerebrate so, '' she said and tapped her finger's breadth against her chin. `` That would take a crap this all too easygoing for you. Well ... nothing 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 long time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't mouth directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a soft, eerily sedate smile. `` You 'll cipher it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't give to obey the laws of purgative, her whole body slid around to stand behind his. Only her feet moved in slow measure. Her assuredness breasts were pressed up against his cover and the cloth of the apparel ruffled in the mismatched twist of wherever they were. Her hired hand slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, jiffy appeared in his mind. Flashes of him and a untested cute missy with pink hair outlay time together. The Night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his spirit that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's shaft or being filled by Hermann. visual sense of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visual modality of her being bunch banged by the lecher in the most acute detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired fille again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not much. At foremost 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 and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of livid and total darkness sheets and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a dick that was much too large for a man miss to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own niggling dimension and the man shrouded in trace could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her bridge player fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the imagination, it caused him to react violently. The pinko haired girl was an old remembering, a suppressed memory. Good computer storage were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad 1 as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost religious belief in man. Or hope. Or even salvation.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a great deal as it did with the pink haired young lady. But seeing her as she was with her pelvic arch raised and the inauspicious person about to take her from behind was a whole different story. She was small, tenuous, a soft flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many physique, with his nauseous member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many agency the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the drumhead attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a turncock invade her, was the welcoming face on her face.

The look on her face was not a watch look or one that she put on for show. It was a look of felicity. Real happiness. The look a lover might give way going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a expression of pure bliss. She was adorned like a king, only with the unchain bond of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mr. O turned around facing the cryptical char while roaring with rage. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a fight stance, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to yell with his tongue drawn towards her.

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

Mister O maintained his struggle position while grimace to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to draw a blank. A few bust streaked down his face, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter rage.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone '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 rage. I saw the thing you thought about doing to her. I do n't find fault you after what you just saw her do. Hades, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are good now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole strain would seem to pass off away into the nighttime, before reappearing directly against his consistency. Her common cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her aplomb, soft brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to manage for citizenry ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His manus shook as though he fought hard to defend himself, his madness could explode at any present moment wanting to plunge his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry hollering.

'' Do I call up how to like for people ? '' he responded in a feeling as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long sentence ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's cheek continued to play back in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more jiffy of her typeface continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no audio, just her nerve in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to savour her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to give care, the little girl was gone from his heap. She was n't gone from his psyche, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an all-knowing teller. She listened to his rants and rave and was surprised when he let the images into his read/write head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his existence.

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

Chapter 11 - furore ! passion ! Rage !

The Moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runic letter diminished without the synodic month 's Inner Light. But the night was aeonian in this new foreign place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the force field. Inside the church building, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyr exhausted for their night of screwing. Even as Hermann saw the control surface of the statue cease to snap after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was clip to settle for the Night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing quarrel in her read/write head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin wind 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 cattle farm for his tail to skid into her used cunt.

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

The satyr 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 Nox, or at least she did n't recall it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's Whitney Moore Young Jr. kitty-cat felt amazing for Armin as he slid his member through her ruined bone from nates. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her backrest against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his derriere. Soon his own ramification and his implements of war embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her niggardliness, she moaned and began to make cute little strait as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the early deal, made one happy auditory sensation as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy external respiration. The lecherousness had released her and her thinker was going a one hundred international mile an hour.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her dead body was exhausted and in and even more debauch state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her mind was starting to occur back. But she was had the afterglow of a dependable heights. 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 bide still and quiet, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a nighttime of festivity really was more like the composure before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own idea feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the Christian church with a hurriedness in his walk, he saw his old brother. His onetime war machine comrades that had perished before his eyes years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his early teammate flashed in his creative thinker, a sudden fusillade of craze filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to answer himself wine. As the satyr took a boozing and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull approach pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

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

The satyr slumped to the ground with his eyes wide open in electrical shock. As he lost his basis, Mr O wanted his last mint to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's optic filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that resplendence.

'' Rest in pee, bunghole, '' 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 vauntingly room. Her eyes widened and her mouthpiece was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his madness. Something was awry.

As Mr. O came into the main domain where the all the satyrs and the slave girls were, and there he saw the secret ghostly woman standing by the Lord's table close to Arminius and party. She looked down at the erect bronze phallus with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would total.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and peg, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's head causing a fracture sound. The corruption filling Mr O 's soul was causing his fad a bit of increased military capability. The letch screamed in pain and awoke.

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

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 lie with what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he cogitate he could take on all these animal ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business. Madelyn did n't wake up from the randomness. She really was incredibly wear upon out.

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

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

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the minute gaudy outburst and felt Armin 's hammer slid out of her. She was still one-half asleep and she sat up and watched what was going on with bleary eyes. She looked between Arminius, Daisy and the man she did n't really sleep with.

The get-go lech lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting bitch to the pectus knock him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in visual modality. It was clear not all the satyr were fighters, even with extra speciality and ability, most could n't match with Mister O 's violence and experience.

The maid screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may make been prisoner in the showtime, many of the maidens had learn to hump these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their torso to birth offspring now watched this lunatic beat them down one by one.

There were some that could press, and those proved dangerous to Mr O, and they were the satyr that gave the maiden hope. Though Mr O was surrounded, he was in a full moon berserk rage. When his backbone was turned, those that were belligerent among the forest god used the chance to thrash about at Mr. O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own origin dripped down the face of his face from one of the slice a letch inflicted. And then with that, and finally jactitate to the lecher 's wrist giving him a slow end.

It was then Mr. O found himself in the niche and swarmed and overwhelmed by the horde. `` I must take up you both to safety ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's blazonry. The maidens followed as well weeping with the threat they witnessed.

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's fight with the satyr as both girls were staring widely eyed. Arminius told them that he needed to get them to safe and Daisy seemed to snap to natural action.

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this fountainhead. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a poove. You 're a xix yr old girl. ejaculate 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 ferocity. `` I can run to Two moonshine, like this ! All the way to Two Sun Myung Moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a crusty feeling as if he were singing kick camp cadences.

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

His chances of survival of the fittest was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue missionary post. Not necessarily a suicide missionary work either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his intention, his dependency. War was his proof, the reason for his creation.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't seem thwarted. She just watched with her ghostly blue heart. She looked down to see the blond resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a footstep down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a dim white light shone through the building and the two fille were gone. She did n't look to care about the other female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a intercept halfway there to see at Mister O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her business leader are n't firm yet. Get exterior and observe them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the fury in his blackening psyche when the light illuminated. The satyr had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr. O 's saving Grace as well. When the mysterious adult female had gave him guidance he took a bass breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The Ithiel Town and heap had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no bang team coming. Mr. O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His back was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his article of clothing was soaked in his own roue.

With his craze waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his cryptic breathing time. Then he saw her blonde hairsbreadth, her bright blonde hair as if it glowed in the dark. Mr. O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too very much lineage too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hired man that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrasal idiom `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning lightlessness, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speech production voice, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knee joint.

The nighttime haired womanhood could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his auditory sense and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make believe it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the commencement. She stopped watching to let effect blossom forth as they would. The girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lecher would administer.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a low temperature wash over her and then her dope were gone. The two girls appeared in a shadow, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious mind, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would consider some time to catch up to what was happening. When the trice of brightness level happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd manner. She wanted to be sick when she and Daisy were horse barn again, in the vanity. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's berm.

Luckily, it did n't deal long to heat her and she slowly sat up and held her mitt. Farther from the lech, she could retrieve straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her header. `` I ... I do n't know, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her feet shakily and groaned. Her physical structure was sore from the night 's event. 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 shape. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to trip up 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 avail or get them out of here.

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

She could barely respire from how hard she was crying by this point. A Light consumed her, like the one from before, but this sentence it stared balmy and small and flared up into the same bright flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the ram chopper. The visible light was dim. It was very early in the morn and rain was falling in a dingy drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a associate voice, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the nookie you been ? '' said Doc holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the whirlybird crash. `` You look like shit, do n't displace, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always dainty to see a beautiful facial expression, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said dude to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that eggbeater. I just wanted to calculate the torpedo part in forepart of madame damoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the veridical world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay 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 dry land and wrapped her arms around her stage and sobbed into her genu. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their germ all over and inside her. well-nigh of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residual on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at fashion plate or say anything when he talked to her. For the here and now, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her mitt on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to deal herself a bit. The wide weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of lineage, I need to do a rake blood transfusion. What 's your lineage eccentric ? '' Doc asked with a tone of headache. He 'd probably have head as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the resolution 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 sprightliness. When they heard the strike squad over the radiocommunication, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't cognise the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a unlike place ... like, the hale church went to a dissimilar place. ``

'' expert ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her limb and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med ring removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached bond needles to each end of a plastic thermionic valve which he stuck into her nervure. Blood began to flow through the subway system towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a gripe, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the cover.

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

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

When Beau put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a instant and then back to her arm and Mr. O.

Both J-Rod and Doc 's radio receiver 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 vehicle are still here, but the church service is empty. Setting cathexis, '' Big Papi reported in through the radio.

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

'' tie-up by, '' Big Papi reported. It was then the church had exploded. And then all the vehicle and edifice 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 rest of the bang Team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the sound of a helicopter coming was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her head and sniffled, wiping her oculus. `` break 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 ensconce down a bit. She was still aroused, distressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a lilliputian low, but she was getting to the head where she could operate a bit better.

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

swain started to look a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the politics, the sun gon na uprise in about an minute and I ai n't in a bang for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his living, Daisy shook her forefront some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't have a go at it what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm sorry ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't be intimate what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her vox hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first helicopter had landed, it was a dissimilar model from the one the hit team rode in. As the side threshold opened, men and women in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light low berets and drab neckerchiefs under their shirts and white baseball glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European armed forces.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At to the lowest degree not with a piece, instead he had a sheathed blade on his shank, an old ancient Roman gladius style sword. He had scant brown pelt, blackness wavy hair with a bit a bit of Grey. As he approached and saw the cleaning woman as they were, he turned to the troops and rundle in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blanket, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girls watched as all the whirlybird began to bring down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their living. Though, with what they 'd seen over the endure time of day, it was n't all that impressive.

'' estimable good morning, 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 Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old friend alone. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her dwelling. The last hour had been spent in a sort of lustful trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't live this man but these people seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired miss nodded and stood up shakily and had to throw on to boyfriend. Her torso was exhausted and she was surprise she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive clothing with versatile blades sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopters virtually of his conversation shifted to complaint of how his article of 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 lighthearted nature.

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a sealed devil on the position of the helicopter and so a poor boy was needed. And would n't yah cognise, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said dude. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na bear to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just visit me sheik. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward V or team Francois Jacob ? ''

'' Old Friend, '' said Giorgio, `` You know I 've been around a yearn time. There have been many throughout chronicle that worshiped Dionysus, or as they call him in Albania, Djall. But, never have they resorted to kidnapping little girl or criminality. In fact, throughout account, the womanhood who served were never forced. ''

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

Giorgio began to explained with a pertain timber, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his eubstance were hellish. Old friend, be thrifty, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this totally pile was a frame-up from the beginning. There was a muckle made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greek as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means snake. ''

'' Typical, of path there 's always another arse up the intellectual nourishment chain, '' Mr. O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy little ass in line with all the other assholes, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make 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 threat and someone was trying to subscribe to care of her. Her cutis paled and she stared at the man with wide eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA factor had arrived with a coping stone and more medical examination equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a rake mob. It was the others, and female person medical officer began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The finale entry in the computer logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That freak, the pimp that you beat up, old acquaintance. It was no coincidence that he was at the same station you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am grim, but I do not know your gens. But the design was suppose to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would sustain something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this station. But, it appears the satyros'appetence for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old ally. Signora, we do not roll in the hay where this all leads, but Rome will put up resources to inquire. ''

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

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

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

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the divergence. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a chopper 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 difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been constituent of a design ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'whore, she was now a instrument for some other force that she did n't even acknowledge of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was foil and her emotions were flaring up again.

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

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his floor with intention. She was happy for this. It was keeping her psyche off the night 's issue and from wondering what was going to fall out next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People address me Madi sometimes as a cognomen, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those Christian Bible came out when I was ilk ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

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

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

While the agentive role led Daisy into his chopper, Beau smiled at her and patted her on the rachis. `` Ya secure now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't mind if I catch me some beauty sleep, '' said swain as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed niche as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a balmy smiling and nodded to sheik. `` I 'm going to do the Saami, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiet and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own course. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a slice of scraps that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to determine to live with all the affair she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The multitude who done the run on her had n't told her and she did n't experience what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to unbend and reclaim, though, as Mister O apparently had early business to attend to to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of enquiry 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 confused and frightened and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The masses who had rescued them assured her that they would go along her dependable, since she obviously just could n't go back to her place and rule life.

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

'' Mister O, we have the most Holocene epoch lineage works back. So far the bloodline looks normal for both female child. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have lively sperm in their consistency. If cervical fluid is dynamic, then human sperm cell can subsist up to five Day max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the physician answered.

Mr O sighed, `` Is excogitation possible at this point. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking situation. prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different firearm of art. An aristocratic char is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such fantasize stories, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a storm quality, `` Oh, I 'm lamentable ! You're..you 're the creative person ! ``

He then looked at his art and noticed a faint gleaming in the turning point of the sail. `` Yes, I am. But, delight. shout me Armin, '' he replied .