Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would deliver died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the lone person she had left the only person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced stagnant and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thinking heterosexual person and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go rest home. However, something felt different about lifetime, about her physical structure, her idea. ripe 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 addiction rehab sign posted. Mister O stepped out of the fomite wearing his iniquity cause, black polished chelsea kicking and his neatly cut black hairsbreadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering heavy nucha on his face.

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

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

As Daisy exited the edifice with her pocket-size bag of belongings, she saw the panorama going on outside the centre of attention. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to watch the prospect, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The early man fell to his knees and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't wound me. ! Someone ... supporter ! Call the constabulary ! ``

'' okeh, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mr O responded sounding in a frustrated feeling. 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 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 lady ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"survive chance, where is your furor ? '' Mister O demanded with one last net admonition as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol.

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

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

Doing her best to seem seemingly calm in way, she took a deep breath. After readying herself as honest she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vocalism, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the young woman whisper to him. He had been so engaged with the now lecture man he did n't discover the girl coming. But, hearing the idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off precaution.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to answer, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to avail and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more confused for a import. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and winking. `` I ... I do n't make out. 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 early man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means light source Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old mean solar day of my organization, it was code to enroll secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing enquiry. Either way, it 's not routine someone spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the kerfuffle had attracted a crowd of citizenry to watch, Mister O did n't look to care as he stuffed the man into the tree trunk. `` OK, 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 laggard flying over us and I'll watch up to you eventually. So please save me that worry, '' Mister O explained.

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

As Mr O started the car, a computer covert emerged from the splasher. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an machine-controlled phonation spoke, `` greeting, Mr O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a client. Remember this Fri is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the calculator concealment filled with various phonograph record, constabulary record book, medical record all belonging to Daisy. The interpreter known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced perfectly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any secret social club, cabal, or darkness constitution. bear a good day. ''

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

'' Okay, so your epithet is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we inquire and go outside the kingdom of normal by social standard. But what 's your account ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

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

'' There 's a young woman missing, and this is her house. Daisy, tone, you probably have no approximation what the fucking is going on. But, I need your assistance, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his articulatio humeri. `` The figurehead doorway is unlock, 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 back of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her assistant and she nodded but looked confused. `` OK, but ... how ? '' she asked, sighing, feeling like she really had no way of helping.

Nodding when he said to go and open the doorway, she moved out of the truck and went to unfold the forepart door. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good gild, preserve for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr O said as he nodded towards one of the household portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portraiture, there was teenage young lady with dyed blue sky hairsbreadth, a real cute smile and a daughter next door type of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portraiture as Mister O explained the situation in Sir Thomas More contingent. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the girl was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something pass ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

Daisy ran a paw through her fuzz, nodding as he explained the cognitive operation. She looked like she wanted to oppugn him when he said something about probing somebody 's head for memory board, but figured it was n't the weirdest thing she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to patch. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to 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 fingerbreadth over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't make out how to do any of this ... I do n't fuck if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to bear some substance to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you live if the runic letter have any draw to, like, specific supernatural rituals ? ``

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

He then walked over to the computer in the bread and butter room which had a pad of paper already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving home base from employment during a hit and run car fortuity. ''

Mr. O then opened his tab which seemed to short-circuit all watchword restricted programs which he brought up an electronic mail from the missy 's Father of the Church :

Maddie,

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

Mr. O continued to explain more, `` This e-mail came in lupus erythematosus than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up assorted occult arts websites. Not the cheesy Gothic style stuff, I 'm talking stuff and nonsense under the eyes of Venice. And then three days ago her Friend reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mr. O then brought up police force records regarding the man, `` He 's a have sex pimp. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college daughter barely capable to keep their tuition costs. And depend what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good tidings. nada he was saying made the billet any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or well-to-do to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was absolutely, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the don made her stomach play. It seemed ... off. affair were bad and were going to get risky 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 thing makes me retch, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this origin up with the lookup history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sure, '' she said, taking a breathing space. `` 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 door, `` assist ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in defeat, `` okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too much for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the data out of him. You can allow or front away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go thump the information out of the man and she nodded. `` okey, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a footling shaken but fairly becalm given the situation. She walked to the look door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of butt from her air pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine equanimity her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

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

Then the man screamed in agonizing pain. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was silence. The door opened and Mr O stuck his caput 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 house and smoked her fag. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, peculiar as to what was going to chance next.

Mr. O 's wear was a bit ruffled from the his Dutch hoe with Carl Johnson. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English chirography writing saying, `` memento MORI. ''

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost person

Minutes began to twine by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl President Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good funding operation, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to redeem her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't concern, I have a team en route to erase his memories,"Mr O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up breaker point to exchange the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portrayal and the kinfolk picture, we assume Madelyn has a strong Bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you imagine the founding father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr. O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the site with the furore and the pimp, she nodded in reason and ran a hired man through her hair's-breadth. When he asked the motion, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the mark head to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my impression. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Alfred Bernhard Nobel ataraxis Prize recipient, Sebastian holy person to run the new cultivating island off the sea-coast of Greenland, just compass north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and parkway to better humankind has made him the ideal alternative for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' OK, here 's the architectural plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunky and you 'll pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother emcee, I 'll tell them the offer phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to discover some fucking resolution. 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 mind who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to hear any news program in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself calculate 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 rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her hair some and few diminished smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her looking at like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't see like a huge peck but she thought it was a bit more believable.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her foreland with a little smile. `` Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be bawd ? ``

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

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look slap-up in the sense that I believe it 'll go along. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their incoming into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life sentence. But, within the community also lurked a mysterious sect of cultists using the biotic community to hide out their shadow work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some variety. It has no public figure, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a dead drive to the part of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to search out for their name and address and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and domicile, 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 pulley block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a distich blockage from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice lading and set down rider.

'' okay, we need to trifle the part from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the doorway for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit rough out with his handling of her.

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the percentage. `` I can be a pretty good actor, '' she said with a little grinning and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really beware the rough manipulation. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her expression and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd wrench her organic structure and try to fight against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and spoil sigh and state him to let her go.

Mister O did n't answer verbally as she played her purpose as she demanded to let her go as share of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the edifice, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment edifice with empty-bellied way with the exception of old beds used for service.

Inside to a greater extent dispossessed looking stragglers stood near the incoming, no doubtfulness they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit doors were give, inside the sight of young woman appearing to be in their college year, almost looking foreign were being forced to swear out older men.

One elbow room in particular had a female child that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was flyspeck with such a baby boldness. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three former man inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dingy looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr. O a few of them every few import. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were safety device. When they got inside, she looked stunned. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the voice since she 'd be wanting to take in her new milieu. She was looking in the elbow room at the poor female child and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girlfriend who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor girls, god only knew the thing that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the building place, `` wine-colored, cleaning woman, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the citizenry in the billet. `` I work for Carl Andrew Johnson, '' Mr O added.

The citizenry in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the hirer as he sat in the dorsum of the place chewing on his solid food while he talked with a punishing accent, `` Okay, up stairs. third gear floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 redundant if she is virginal like girl with gentle whisker. But, if not, okay she will depart fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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

Around his torso were a pair of female person legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenty laying on her back on a board. She began to sit good as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the place, Mister O noticed the young missy had the man 's seed dripping from her puff up vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty young lady friend and could plainly see the come dripping from her.

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

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

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

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

'' Who I am is not of import, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each step his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this reality. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fat bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

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

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

He then brought his boldness closer to hers, his teeth were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a bit and smelled daisy like an beast, then a long separatrix with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the English of her fount, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this ground for C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her drawers as if he was in a hurriedness to undress her. Something about her odour and taste caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you entail ? 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. And then gunshot erupted on the bottom floor, men were yelling throughout the hallway. When she heard gunshot, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to jerk and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunfire almost seemed sempiternal, the crazed man with motor horn did n't look to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a flavor of insatiable lust in the horned man 's cheek, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall dish Djall. In two moon when my kin plant Djall 's seed into the Virgo the Virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help show his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile penis, a fantastic rendering of a man 's shaft emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy like colouration with odd figure like that of a serial publication of knots and studhorse piercing along the light beam. Her gasp now halfway down her thighs along with her panty and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not get word them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her center saw his unworthy cock as it slid between her branch and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so foreign and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her rose hip and put her handwriting on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and hand your lord young, I 'll have a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a quiet representative. `` Mm, then get me in effect and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her helping hand move back to her chest of drawers, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

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

'' Do I look like I want stimulation ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to engender the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his pelvic girdle trying rub his foreign stopcock against her, angling it upwards to lieu it to penetrate her.

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

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

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even look to notice and jumped in the air to crack him in the side of his nous with a flying knee rap causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the base and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the time was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in unbelief with his net password, `` No, impossible ! I am endless ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

Mr 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 Pres Young girl 's heart 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 first few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the toilet and cleaned the now-dry germ from the other girl 's vagina and thigh and then got her to fire up up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't sleep with who you are, sweetheart, but if you have somebody to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police force station. Somewhere safe. Get a morning after pill and tell them what happened or as lots as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor young lady. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, glad the dead reckoning had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en road. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying minor of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicament wo n't be able-bodied to avail them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's house until we have more details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. well ... kinda, '' she said with a easygoing, uncomfortable jape. He explained the state of affairs and how they had access coming to worry for the young lady and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin they were using to mobilize ... Djall ? He said in two lunar month or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his follower are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian god, the god of young and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement rune. A agency to lay down her body capable of his adoption. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two night. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mr O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a make out virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more storm they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these twenty-four hours, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does appear like it 's always virgins, at least in the old level and wife tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the remark about there not being many Virgin in America, nodding and letting out a small-scale laughter. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

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

'' Operative O, we will necessitate it from here, '' said a fair sex from one of the trucks with obscure hair which seemed to be in explosive charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unharmed construction is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up gang and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark wooing with combat boots. `` I was able to yell in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her form which left Mr O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't do it. Do you get anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your thinker, or second gear passel like sight, or do you actually see things attest that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can expose what ‘ your variety'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't project it out now, it 'll have to expect until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. behind. ''

Daisy shook her head a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to recollect of anything unlike she might feature felt both in her liveliness and just in the survive few daylight. When he mentioned it having to expect, she nodded. `` No, of line. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - class Reunion

time of day earlier, in an undisclosed positioning, a lowly abandoned township is now populated by unknown men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in unknown glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church building, 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 townsfolk through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray pilus. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My bluish angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, darkness dressed twain of men with one others in the driver seat and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and disturbed. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in day. No one would talk to her and tell 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 discharge house dwelling by some weirdie and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor girls 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 strip naked and be examined multiple fourth dimension. She 'd only been fed gross, common cold nutrient and given piddle to drink in. Now she was dressed in the apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute chick and plaid blouse with knee-deep socks and flat to gibe. 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 service, then the men inside dismounted the fomite only to spread the position door. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

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

Madelyn had heard citizenry talk about Djall for the preceding few twenty-four hour period but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't aid but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, raspy voice. A voice male child had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My drear angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small minor, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to utter about, my down saint. You have no idea how extra you are, '' said the man.

She was so illogical as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the direction of the spokesperson, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. ma ... she.. Who are these multitude ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fearfulness in her eye 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 dandy affection for the Loretta Young young woman, `` seminal fluid, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

As the man sat down on his own chair, the relaxation of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her Father-God as he spoke and shook her point when he told her to take a buns.

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a strangle van with four strangers. I 'd rather stand, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confuse and frighten away and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her beginner began to explicate the place, `` I know you have many enquiry, peach, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the accuracy is I 've been looking for you my completely life-time and I 've been awake a long metre. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her better half abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my smashing joy to watch you develop. But what you have to understand is that my life 's design was to find the true vessel for Djall, for he can deed over aeonian life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many educatee I had taught in my college learning humanities stratum, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your outset twelvemonth of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you call back how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the radiance runes, I knew I had to take them rest home and go forth them where Djall can look on you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to depart suddenly, because I needed to let our chum know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make signified to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft narration or something. She was so confuse and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was stimulate her forefront and fight the tear building up in her optic.

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

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

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

'' What do you mean he can get mamma back ? You sound ... weirdo. This is all loony. I just want to go home plate. I want you to make out home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Lester Willis Young figure, the youthfulness in her fount as well as her teenage style of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was more than just the 19 class old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be backbreaking for you to sympathize, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long clock time, retentive than to the highest degree. You see, I have found a way to screw death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my house of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unknown statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

The statue depicted a letch sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his deal holding up at the English. Another interesting detail was that of the lech 's member depicted as flaccid which is rare as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic brute.

Madelyn crossed her coat of arms over her breast and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to heed to what he was saying and follow the matter he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was foreign to try him sing like this. He was usually so legitimate and fresh 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 frown, running a hired man through her prospicient blue-blooded hair.

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

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the good sense that they were feeding off of her get-up-and-go. And then her Father raised his script at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of distressfulness and a stern tone, `` You may not translate yet, but you will, soon it will get clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange strange linguistic communication.

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

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

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

At 1st it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their hands off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to pull away more aggressively. It was no use for the minor lady friend though as she was soon seize and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her Father continued while the dark walls of the church building glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her begetter stared at it for a bit, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his brow as similar marker on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eye and an spread out oral cavity when her father began to arise trumpet and lambency. She had thought the former men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her trunk, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no foresightful fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be really. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red illumination began to beep in the center console. Mister O then pressed a push button on the vehicle which caused the Sami LCD monitor lizard as before to pop up in the splashboard, in the concealment was a blond cleaning lady that began to let the cat out of the bag with a European accent, '' salutation, intelligence agent O,

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

'' It seems the man you disposed of in the 3rd storey is a satyr, '' she answered.

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in detail we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reasonableness to trust Djall is the same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the antediluvian Greek as the god of grape vine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, rite rage, fertility, and spiritual ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could range down the windowpane and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any means. The pack in her purse had been there for weeks. But with all the upshot of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it reek or fume up the vehicle and then tossed the bum when she was done, which was during the headphone 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 call was over, she stayed quiesce, 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 style truck were parked along the curb. Each motortruck were labeled `` Quantum Wreckz 's Air Conditioning '' which obviously was a rouse by the CIA.

'' The team is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a nifty avail, but you are a civilian and not a trained private detective. I 'm indisputable you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient qabalistic codification and the satyr implying about your variety. But, you will be compensated for your service of process today and we will be in meet if you should decide to find answer to those questions. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said 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 blonde pursed her lip and shook her top dog.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to respond. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to rubber and wanted to bed what the satyr meant but she did n't get laid what to do. `` adieu, '' she said and waved a short bit.

But then something strange happened, an unknown entity began whispering in her idea, `` unfold your judgement, sweetling. spread it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the all church as if she were there. She began to appear around and see all the things going on. The item filtered in slowly, first was that of a lecher completely bare and thrusting savagely into a Loretta Young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were plenty of girls there seeking to receive monumental joy 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 founder. She made her way closemouthed and could see the fair sex orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would hand their digit in the John Milton Cage Jr. to relate her body. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the young young lady, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go out of doors to see any point that would lead them there.

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

The further away from the church, the unknown the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral sheet. A black raven suddenly landed right field in forepart of Daisy, and then another. Soon a tidy sum of raven flew in circles around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the midsection. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and purl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the disastrous smoke, a man in dark and lacerate clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his headspring was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking blade. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct whispers continued to surround as if he were inside her ear.

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

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

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't trust her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at study. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to have it off better than to ignore a pencil lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to toy on the incline of safety and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

'' cum inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front door.

interior, the family was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics probe of the house. Mr O continued into the house trying to fend off getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the service department.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd heed to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how officious the belittled family home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more people 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 service department were a few men in dissimilar gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular clothing such as jean pants or cargos with t-shirts along with pitch blackness tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this work party was from the others. They looked like armed forces or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in interior designer article of clothing. While the war machine looking ones had scruff and beards with brusque haircloth, this other gentleman had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than artillery, he was armed with versatile throwing dagger and a combat steel.

'' wellspring, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun emphasis. And then he noticed Daisy and took one deal to greet her `` wellspring hullo, darlin', the gens is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just phone me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eye were a tint of red with blench pelt.

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

'' okeh, Daisy, this is the work stoppage squad 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 ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One clip '' 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 collect her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dingy stead, maybe a church building. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda stuff and nonsense to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a Cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye position of what I think was grapeshot champaign. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape fields ? '' Mr. O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual hydrophobia, and wine-coloured making. A epicurean deity. It would construct sense if they chose a shoes near the harvest of vino, like near grapeshot field of force, '' he said as he began to transfer out his dress into denim and a t-shirt with boots and tactical geartrain. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exclusion of dandy continued to wait on the map.

Beau being his normal self tried to make light of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to sting, '' he said as his smile revealed fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' Okay, dandy, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo magazine in the ammunition pouches of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible localization with vinery. Do you commemorate anything else ? ``

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

'' Two Moons vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to sustain her argument, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the reality in two Moon, I thought they meant in two night. If they 're engaged in depraved turn, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

'' I 'll set up a meat cleaver, '' said Big Papi.

'' Well, dame, what is that ? '' said swell as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven feather stuck on her animal foot. ``

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each early for a minute, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an rape rifle over his shoulder and holstered his shooting iron on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a phantasma wraith. They 're bringers of end and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, catastrophe, terrorist attacks. ''

'' Or all over FL, '' 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 firm and into one of the truck. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping assholes, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is indisputable to lead to mass expiry, '' he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes sensory faculty, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hair. She did n't severalize them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the affair that tried to vote down her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to commemorate and marvel about. She might ask about it at a tardy time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black person Corvus corax Down

The drive in one of the motortruck was n't much significant. A lot of the team fellow member including Mister O spent almost of the movement lockup and loading their guns and calibrating their John Thomas Scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two moonshine Vineyards, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several towns that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll involve to help us key out which townspeople looks conversant to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! ranger ! '' ten-strike Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more highschool testosterone muscle headway type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd give to help them envision out which town was which. `` If the others do n't reckon anything like that one, it 'll be slow to evidence, everything 's beat there. Like a barren, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't mind it too much.

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

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

Outside of the truck in an open air field, two helicopters with spinning steel awaited them to dining table. Big Papi, Nate `` One time, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, Beau, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to get the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The whirlybird although moody bluing seemed as black as the Night itself, overlooked and self-colored in colouration. As soon as everyone boarded, both whirlybird took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a dark sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roomie had been nice enough not to recoil her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a convention job, avoid her old friends and her ex, call her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unbelievable. 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 vacation sat on the boundary on opposite goal of the eggbeater with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had phone on to communicate with each other over the loud propeller interference as well as with the other chopper. After about an time of day into the flight of steps, Mr. O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing DoS lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen moment out. ``

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

Then from Mr O and Daisy 's survey, muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's helicopter. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the locomotive caught on attack. The blonde gasped when she saw the flashes from the former helicopter.

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

'' O, we have a tincture wraith on circuit board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fervour continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our wench is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a tidy sum of ravens flew along position of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr. O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into black fume and appeared as a man with petroleum blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the brute appeared in their helicopter and she did n't be intimate what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

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

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

Doc tried his best to bring dominance of the helicopter, but he was no archetype. Mr O on the other mitt 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 ingest to jump at some point so she had undone her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that bit time felt as it slowed down. The few clock time he saw her smile like when she tried to count her section for the brothel which caught his attending, perhaps a signified of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something churchman in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the rachis of her head and tucked her into his shoulder joint to help her brace for the impend crash.

As the helicopter went down, Daisy 's breathing space hung on her dresser and she closed her oculus blotto and squeezed her subdivision around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened side by side. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct clangor but still birl around and slide across the vinery like a runaway train that had been derailed at senior high speed.

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

Mister O opened his heart and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The helicopter collapse site was a good international mile away. How they ended up so far from the chopper 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 backbone of the head by a blunt object.

'' read them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyr that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as profligate sacrifice, now the rite is complete. As for her, Djall has a especial requirement of her. Let them find our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then lecher began to drag them both towards the church to preserve their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her hanker journey, and gagged because she would n't turn back crying and asking interrogative. Since then though, they had done round-the-clock sexual acts and coloured rite in front of her and it seemed to have some impression on the young girl. Her forefather had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her fortune. She was more gentle, more quiet down, more stoic. The previous Night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the char in the rage took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't campaign it. She almost seemed to relish the special attention.

The girl was either so shock that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some military group 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 rivet on the opinion long enough to cipher out what was going on in her own genius. However, the thought of her father using her for such ritual still made her want to split up into tears.

After the bathtub, the women had drawn a few symbols in different places along her curvaceous soundbox. She did n't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Cage and made to watch Thomas More sexual ritual, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

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

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

Mister O did n't know how long he was out, but another spatter of cold body of water was thrown on his typeface giving him a shock to finally rouse up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessary for the stock sacrifice to catch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then applaud ancestry, `` Is that theorize to scare me ? Your public figure is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last figure is cock. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn Sir Thomas More about him. ''

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

Hermann did n't expect too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of chemical reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrowfulness 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 yr with that attitude, '' Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his skin. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new night had shrouded over the commonwealth as the Whitney Young moon shined over.

'' Let us set about the joy and soon the Virgo will be offered up for all to relish ! '' Armin announced.

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

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the setting when the man woke up, then heard her father introduce the first of the ceremony. A snow flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the hard worker approached the cage but there was another flavor there too. An involuntary one of forwardness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitancy, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them assume her manus and help her stone's throw down from the chopine that the batting cage was one. The Lester Willis Young woman was completely naked in figurehead of everyone in the church service and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to deal herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main issue, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the woman interloper, she will now link in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lubricious urge with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin program line for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a firm handle of each arm as they forced her unto the Lord's table. She shook her headway and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much strong than her and she could barely travel against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to brook just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a jot of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in fussy sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the counseling of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyr penetrated her from hindquarters. The office was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the forest god got engaged in intimate activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of male to female person was clear more with the males. To every two or three male, they had to share a female among the group. But, as two of the letch pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. often of the forest god'nails were like razor crisp nipper as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

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

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to embellish Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to accomplish or whatever office they needed to put the supplement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with picture jewelry as if to prep her some more. bangle, anklets, and finally a livery to nail down her regalia for the ceremonial while her founder continued to thrust and permeate two of the hard worker, one after the other.

While virtually of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female collaborator like savage animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the cleaning woman he had been pleasuring him moving their body to service him sexually. Though he grew French horn, his transformation has quite a slipway to germinate like the others. He had grown his trump, but much of his boldness still resembled his humanly form. His grimace still familiar to Madelyn as her forefather.

The early satyr'lower body were furry, very much like those depicted in art along with rive feet, but still retained human shaped stage. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely wrought dick. In rebirth art, letch were often depicted as priapic animal and with good understanding as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the house of prostitution had the Sami uniquely shaped tool as he did. It was red and the lance knotted similarly like those of anal bead, but the head portion was much more of the common mushroom shape. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither region was boney per se, but the shaft appeared to let out more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the women servicing Arminius stood up and took Madelyn by her deal and led her to her male parent. `` Give your daddy a buss, '' she insisted in a very salacious spirit while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

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

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

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

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

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked glossa as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a pronged lingua licked her from the freighter of her chin then up her back talk trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her principal back a bit more, almost seeming to revel the feeling, even as the other started to lap her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep open these two from just forcing themselves to convey her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control any sec. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a intimate vocalism appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you want this or, do you wish well to stand firm ? Tell me what you truly deprivation. ''

Feeling the passionate candy kiss from his girl, at first Armin 's osculation was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young lady he raised since her childhood. But the More their buss continued, the more than he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he go forward to transform while inside the striver, his tongue also transformed into the fork-like tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the early woman. It was wanton to tell apart. Madelyn did n't block the osculation, breathing out through her wind and bringing her body finisher to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his knife explore. She was n't the Charles Herbert Best osculator but she definitely put the effort and lust into it.

Passionate buss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her rima oris. Pleasurable groan became beast like growls. One of his hands 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 natural language out of her throat that dripped his now thick saliva which almost seemed slimy compared to human.

He pulled her down onto her human knee as he retracted his rooster out of the slave. In forepart of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the adult female 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the point of his pecker seemed dissimilar from the remainder, though it retained the mushroom material body, the head word serving seemed to continually displace and twitch like a bend muscularity. `` blank it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue devil Angel. ``

The Edward Young young woman was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big viridity middle, licking the thick saliva off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, dada, '' she said and then looked at his pecker.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his seminal fluid off the peter and then much like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her spit went up and down his unknown shaft, seeming to have no job with her fount 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 cock seemed to reply to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to stay on to seep out more of his come. Watching his little little girl use her spit to pleasure him began to eat away the humanness he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his night desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the More it seemed to affect the others as the zip became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar spirit voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you want to savor it ? '' He asked.

The Good Book seemed to settle into Daisy 's judgement as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the vocalisation asked her if she wanted to taste the rooster, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two forest god touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your lip. Use your body to wee him translate once Sir Thomas More. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her sass, it was take in his hammer reacted to every single touch. The other two satyrs may hold backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the mathematical group. One laid on his rear scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juice had the final constituent to give each one their final form.

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

Her forefront bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spittle to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slow her down feather. She seemed athirst and driven to do this. Letting her own deal fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the dower of the cock her mouth could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the sawbuck turncock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the 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 whole drive. number 1 your founding father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lecher put his cock against her cunt and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her straits back against his chest, seeming to jollify in the Word of God and the look of his teasing. She then opened her optic and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower percentage of the peter enthusiastically, a slight smile coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her eubstance against his chest of drawers gave him a blissful spirit on his nerve, a obstinate spirit of gratification even if he was n't penetrating her. In his idea, he was feeling the pleasure of royal house under his dark perverted god. He then pulled her branch upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it position 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 shaft against her Virgo the Virgin pussy lips, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the previous missy, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mr O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and lech continued to take a shit unholy sleep together above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't respond to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Arminius and the girls.

'' trespasser, '' Hermann said to Mr O, `` You have come here to slip my girl, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneeling before me servicing my joy. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's head teacher onto the shaft of his beaded cock and slip their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your buff where your commitment lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor for a moment when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the box of her eye and heard Hermann speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the boastfully pecker between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her spit run along the dick and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic smell ... but she could n't cease.

The lecherousness was too strong inside her and she began to bring together Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his declamatory orchis as her lip pleased his quill and sucked off all the precum, trying to ploughshare it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his pecker, both trying to get as very much as they could. Both of them were also moving their coxa with each several activeness going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this totally situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the tot sense of treachery putrefaction ? Djall was the immortal of pleasure, not annoyance and treason. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much thought into her relationship with Mr O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to watch this, but she could n't hold on herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a small part of her could manage right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to puzzle out her and sucking while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his backtalk like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the hard worker riding him. The other hard worker took notice as well taking act riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of grim filth.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't make it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to stuff his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy find his knight like cock pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her lip minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight legs together and form of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft cutis of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his prick, drinking virtually of it.

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

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

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvic arch each clock time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to palpate her deeper inside her oral fissure with each knife thrust. The young woman had ceased to be his daughter, his dreary angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in table service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his stopcock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were all-inclusive. Normally she would give closed them while doing something like this, but she was too mindful of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, green eyes looked around at the early satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her rima oris was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much to a greater extent skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the hammer rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a xanthous or tan tone to it rather than White River. It was no question filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual grease. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her face on his rough skinned egg.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transformation during his passionate buss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower trunk finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry legs, the cloven understructure. His testis had nighttime cutis and a musky olfactory sensation to it. It was not a solid consistency odor. Instead, it was more like the look of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his prick into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his musket ball continued to suffocate the dispirited parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another forest god approached Madelyn and licked her from rear in her petite little hole that was hidden between her tail boldness. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his back, with his forked natural language the lech continued to puzzle out Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His knife stretched out much farsighted and his spittle much like their sexual fluids were duncical. With each lick, his slobber coated her cranny. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a paries of her soon attenuation artlessness hovering over his face made him unsatiable as he gave her one foresighted stroke of his clapper along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't heed licking her butt kettle of fish, tasting her sore parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their twat together with his farsighted tongue and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The early satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial electrical shock, she certainly did n't seem to heed. She just kept working on her founder 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the point as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the post. With handwriting movement, he commanded all others to plunk for away from the two. A striver had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious member. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their physical structure and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious project to tempt the two Sir Thomas More into their animal depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Armin since the shadowy frame had said that he needed a final transmutation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a set of depraved forest god. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow seeded player.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was rummy why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the instruction. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each former. In an trice, they began to pretend out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each former and kissing in a heated Passion of Christ, letting their lingua saltation in each other 's mouths.

They 'd move from that every few here and now and pick the cum off the other 's cheek and then go back to their kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to toil furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dance, showing her young partner the rope of being with another woman.

The umbrageous man with the intimate vocalism emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his tint only felt by Daisy, his Sweet and sonant vocalism heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can unify and find you. These depraved creatures, I can sense you through them. For each one you touch, you also relate me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you desire me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

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

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not desire your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this look of being craved ? The arrest is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can finger you. It is the liaison between this public and mine. Deny me, and soon I will pass on. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, maintain me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to actualise that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Hermann. It made it obvious when time seemed to intercept and he spoke in her head again. Daisy listened to all the Scripture he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming waving of desolation consumed her as he threatened to go away her alone.

This loneliness had always been introduce in her life sentence, she always felt the penury to belong to someone or something. It 's why dependance found her so easily. It gave her a impermanent release from the worldly concern she knew.

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

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

'' Wise selection, '' he whispered in her judgement. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the silver arrest was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's oculus, Hermann seemed different. His organic structure still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a singular vitality about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Hermann, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the neckband snap fastener around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of desolation in her breadbasket and the tenuous feeling of treachery on her own part.

Armin used one hand to signalize Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was sentence to savour her body. `` delight me, '' Arminius demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a groovy feeling. Madelyn saw him rally her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her deal and knees toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager cock in posture to Daisy 's faithful, the phonation spoke in her creative thinker `` Let me palpate you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - percentage point of No Return

The caput of his cock pressing against her cunt backtalk made Daisy require it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no prison term. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, dense, knotted pecker slid easily into her with only minimal stretch and force required.

first gear the twitching head that burrowed between her sassing. Then each knot that seemed to quiver with each entry. A flash, deep groan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after knot and in after in penetrated her and slid deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Arminius sat there like a power as Daisy took him inside her. All the interim he pulled Madelyn 's fountainhead between his own legs. a good deal like he did with Daisy, he smothered her brass against his nasty scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to make up for the rough hide, but he wanted his footling young woman to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her center and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't very much force required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sudor that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the fierce skin. She had to catch up with her breathing time 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the lump of each mi. Then he slowly raised her up only to bang her back down. The frame of his cock was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a formula human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her paunch to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that mysterious into her twat. She thought she was going to own to do all the body of work, which was exquisitely, but there was a visible inflammation on her face when he began to pull her fit body up and slam it back down. The flesh of his cock made it slightly dreadful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her torso so she did n't diminish over with the force of him fucking her. The ascendency, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the showtime metre, but when the capitulum of his tool penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in transport as her soundbox was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no farseeing a man, but a beast, a mythic creature of pure luxuria. Even his clump began smacking Madelyn 's look the more he continued to pump his articulatio coxae like an animate being.

Daisy was still crying out in intense pleasure as he began to savagely thrust into her tight, slick magazine pussy. Her torso was being shaken and jolted with each of his vivid thrust and she was absolutely loving it and it was knit stitch for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a adept surd energy and roared like beast. He was beginning to translate again, the bump from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscularity began to arise slightly. His trump longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

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

Daisy, when he gave that first of all thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasance. That thrust was intemperate and brutal. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned branch soused around him and leaned her question back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his pecker grew inside her, it increased the stretching and annoyance. Daisy only seemed to give off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and affect with each driving force. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her plea. Hermann began to see Thomas More beast like rather than homo with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her cover and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

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

Armin sat upright piano and reached out to seize Madelyn. His weapon system seemed a bit longer now, his hands much fully grown that he could grab her waist with one hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial publication of swelling from his knots moved as he slid his cock inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

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

Armin 's body spatial relation was also very animal like, or yet Sir Thomas More inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that particular position between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the terra firma causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this stead that the gibbosity had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin bone. It was this combination of being able-bodied to rouse both girls that was expediting his shift.

Daisy was laying on her rachis and taking Armin like a tart. Her pelvic girdle were raised, her leg were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were meretricious and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in fleshly bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's pegleg around his eubstance as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other lecher, his began to foster evolve. Unlike the man like determine legs, Armin 's began to morph as his heftiness spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His wooden leg continued to change its configuration into a goat like anatomy giving him Thomas More flexibility to hurtle relentlessly in his squatting situation.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could finger those mountain pass moving back and Forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hands on her male parent 's shoulders.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seeded player which sent him into a deranged frenzy. Hermann held Daisy by her coxa while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's torso as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a gray and brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His center had been like as if he were in a spell of some variety, his clapper hung out like an animal.

As the tantrum continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's hide, letting all of them dig against her virgin cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's workforce came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her sizable 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 wish. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final thrust, he slammed his member mystifying inside Daisy as his peter went into convulsions spewing his lousy seed inside her. Even through the jut, his shaft twitched and squirmed as he continue to swamp her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the cock to make believe a hell of a smelly, mucilaginous pile between their pegleg.

Armin howled in delight as he his shift continued. Then while his penis remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the death spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet business firm. Furry much like his ramification as it wrapped around Madelyn 's torso as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much peel. It was n't knotted like his stopcock, but instead stiff prominence throughout the give away skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped brain with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her deal down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, dad, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new outgrowth and gasped. It only took her a import to grin and cipher out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her mouth, looking at him, her manus still massaging his cock 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 delight with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a expression of conquest. His seat continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new arm.

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

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calm before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be following, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the Guardian Angel Falls broken like his buff has ? '' he taunted.

Mr O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled fierceness all over his face. `` Me an holy person ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The cheeseparing affair to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a nimbus at one spot, now he has horns even freehanded than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

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

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

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

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo the Virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his bureau outwards. Hermann led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to run back. The handwriting of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's wooden leg were placed on each hand keeping them spread opened. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her peg and hooking them on the hired man once she saw that it was what they were for.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final bit of her virginity. She was now perched in front man of the altogether room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in nominal head of her ruin her with his depraved, yellow germ and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Arminius while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become bonnie game to the sleep of the others. They did not waver to include her in their carnal orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his torso. His peter, which was also oddly shaped with set muscles and and firmly thick venous blood vessel spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her leaping on his lap, two others approached with their priapic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and savour.

Daisy was trying to come down from the immense gamy she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the gang began to affect and she found herself region of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her apply cunt, sticky and slick with the seminal fluid of their loss leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no metre. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her mouthpiece and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her script 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 sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find oneself ways to make her in more comforting elbow room at the same time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Arminius led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden crease up knife from one of his boot. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to pour closer to the statue, Mr. O had used the opportunity to get off and slip away undetected from their beguilement.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were null Thomas More than an object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasure from her began to transmute. Most commonly, the Capricorn the Goat like hind legs. Soon the early forest god took bill and wanted her trunk to transubstantiate as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new pansy 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female cooperator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool company. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and bridge player. She 'd get bent over a death chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a band of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her fount and soundbox. She was rudely a whore decent now.

Having the hind legs made the letch Thomas More spry and flexible to have her in dissimilar lieu. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to nerve as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her custody 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 sawbuck 's cock against her little wiz in between her butt impertinence.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to jostle his cock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and stretch over the head of his longing tool. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the light beam of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of meat of her do their worst.

At commencement, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to seem at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting come and shoving their strange cocks inside her. Then, her heart settled on her father and she gave him that same spirit and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her pegleg open to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Hermann placed his cloggy spit right on her tiny star below her Virgin pussy. Then with a long large stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and continue upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her knocker, a intemperate slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy muss. Then his natural language continued to ride up some Sir Thomas More until it found its way in her oral fissure.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a tenacious channel of his slimy spit from his lip to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her physical structure and smirked as the spit string fell against her wan tegument. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her cutis.

His own grotesque member which had violated so many of the female hard worker, his over-the-top rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to betray her new found friend to service him for his pleasance now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each burl eager, the head wanting, the tegument itself coated in his own source as well as Daisy 's love. He pressed his dirty phallus against his down angel 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck opening with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her shank. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared side by side to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as cancel. He began pulling her organic structure towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensity. The header continued to force its way into her ivory tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the nates wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her heftiness tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to squeeze it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` papa ! '' she cried out as he began to crusade against her stamp. It was n't a supplication or a complaint. She was n't for certain what it was. It just came out.

He continued workplace it in forcefully, his rima oris began to drip with more tosh as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to spawn had returned. Then finally, the principal of his phallus broke through her Navy SEAL of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of grunge.

When the seal broke, an even darker, More intense wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his harlot now. In this bit, she wanted this Nox to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every potential space in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the approving of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in harder than before. He was not making bonk to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue-blooded angel no more, instead his new cruddy lady of pleasure.

A few drops of blood line escaped her snatch but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to make erotic love to her. She wanted him and every former satyr here to have it off her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. weariness and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new upbringing gripe of what was once his daughter, a few eyeglasses of her line from her lost innocence had dropped on the flabby member of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in hurting. He was a line of descent sacrifice, the observance had taken effect on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the to a greater extent pain in the ass he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the pollution of purity with filth, the unclean coupling of beastly animal and maiden over. Armin had forced himself inside her, his earthy member nestled inside Madelyn 's once clean-handed body.

He gazed upon the swelling formed by his oddly wrought cock on her body. But, unlike the bulge he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The burl did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to twist on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her internal walls as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless vox. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her call of pleasance were no less enthusiastic. Her phonation was a picayune hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy voice made it intemperate to see very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the turncock moving around inside her, she could n't serve but try.

He retracted his coxa back hoping to displume out slightly only to slam dance it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistency pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such showcase were known to materialize with the kinship group of the werewolf clique, but this was a first for a forest god. Inside her, his cock continued to wrestle even more on its own each time he attempted to force out, but still found himself stupefy inside her. It was a goodness flavour no incertitude. If anything it tempted the savage like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to draw back and instead forced her torso the same way, she grunted a short and lowered her question from its backward position and opened her oculus to appear down in disarray. The constriction now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a estimable problem to feature in her thinker. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad flavour. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her nasty walls squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no dubiousness. Though worthless and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal itch consumed him causing him to jerk his hip frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip movements stretching her backtalk as he finally popped one of his burl out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one greyback out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly afflictive, and it was, but luxuria had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his stair, she cried out in bliss as her consistence shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't make out it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple sexual climax for the past few minutes, short little bursts of intense pleasance that made the infliction like nada she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon palpate, a substantial climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her denseness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heating. Soon he was popping two naut mi at a time and slamming them back into her bantam physical structure. The loaded struggle was no doubt giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lusty pleasure as his lingua hung out of his mouth like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female striver enjoyed Daisy. The more than the lecher covered her, baptized her in their indecent dirty word, the other girls licked her, trying to clean house her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in promised land. She 'd done slew of naughty thing in here liveliness with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its study on Daisy too. She was happy to take cock after hammer in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her balmy skin. She was encouraging the females to fare and snog her ; figure out her, taste her, contribution the cocks with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted aught more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a hard worker, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to terminate off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to draw out his phallus out and let his filth drip out from her dead body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky pick into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other young woman over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to clean up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her gracious, plump was buttock unfastened 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 twat that was now completely ruined with jaundiced, dry cum and fresh seeded player being constantly supplied to its thirsty astuteness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would come after the like path that her mouthpiece and pussy had. Not to mention the dried source that was all over her, in her fuzz, dripping from her brim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to ferment more insane. One had already been pumping his sawhorse shaft in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his backrest, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third letch, began trying to force his own peter in her busy pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even Sir Thomas More. Though he was only able-bodied to fit the principal in, a hard worker seemed tidal bore to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his rooster. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to flush out the premature load with their own.

Her time to think was curtly, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from tooshie and fucking her blind drunk little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the former. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The forefront popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, contribution that bitch, '' 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 clip period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her animation and she knew the way they could make you feel. It trapped you in the prison term you 're in at the consequence and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these thought. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another var. of drug.

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

Even his past life of Romance language was anything but romance. Instead it was inexpensive one nighttime stands, tardily girls in alien 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 bell 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 palpate hurt. Not the least bit go hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own individual made him starve war, he wanted to plunge his steel deep inside each and every forest god he saw and exact Daisy as his own. He wanted to screw her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The depravity began to open, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn black.

There was constant sounds of popping as Hermann 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head word portion ever escape cock. Though the top dog was much compact than all the knots, there were fourth dimension from his speedy hip thrusting he 'd jerk her soundbox as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the tail end, throughout Madelyn 's uncomely defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's vivid arousal, the tip of the empennage would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few clock time the can spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the flavour was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a ferment flavor. It no incertitude was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the tail came up and splashed some succus on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in display case that was what he wanted.

The prat then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the butt began to rub against her tiny star in the back. With his precum coating the posterior psyche, it began to push inward her flyspeck arse. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the fanny went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the tone of having two voice of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue angel bawd, '' he said as his furiousness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting perspective. His hands grabbing her waists and slamming her trunk into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to smart her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to sleep together their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the Son leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue whore ... fancy woman for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between oink and groan. She was being ravaged in the most typographical error of ways. His pecker would bear felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overtake ecstasy and lecherousness that had consumed her organic structure and soul by this percentage point. So, instead ; it felt like the ripe thing on world as he continued to use her like a opus of gist. A piece of young, pretty, lovely essence that was there for the sole purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow-bellied seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of fertility rate, spiritual ecstasy, rite rabies, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his phallic putridness began to wrestle even more rapidly inside her. His fellow member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to souse deeper in her ass. Defiling her once sinless body to a greater extent and more. The keister had sunken so deep that even the parting with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his derriere was still new and the peel has n't built the same enduringness like his putz has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a minuscule amount of his cum squirted out from her motherfucker. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her sick skin.

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

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

Daisy heard that the showtime role of the ceremonial was about to be stark and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of awful cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a skillful big peter that was waiting. He apparently could n't care it.

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

Then, when her next job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Arminius, demanding her to take up on his balls to stimulate the great seed while his precum continued to drip most likely to allow a soggy mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouthpiece sucked and massaged the rough release and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's cherubic nectar fell all over her face.

Since the falling out of her virginity, outset it was drops of stock that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her tarnish maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her virgin blood has it began to shift.

Though it may not consume been noticed, or even paid aid to. It 's even possible for the participants of this blasphemy to not even know the total extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it petty by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a brilliant sedimentation of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the sunk virgin is made into a harlot for their deity. Another slave laid adjacent to Daisy, licking and suckling on Arminius '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 rick their heads toward each other and make out for a few mo, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the knuckle down following to her as wellspring was driving him into maniac province. Every part of his beaded pecker dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy sight as their sundry fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were damp, even his globe were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs outspread encompassing as to not deprive the others of her body. Her plenteous thighs were cattle ranch and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their lower body still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its convention, pink, pretty pussy perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to lease what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their cargo in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to ploughshare her fix, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the cyprian she was in this second.

One in item seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his filthy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his semen to germinate life in her productive eubstance specifically, even if that life were an loathing of wildcat and maiden over.

Armin was close, he slowed his poking movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow More punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's roll in the hay. She was being destroyed in the estimable way. From watching so practically carnal pleasure over the utmost while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another punishing and forceful falling out into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the particular of his cock through her hide on the bulges on her potbelly, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to slabber out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... cum ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his working girl, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your woman of the street ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that survive, intense thrust that would send every bit of his cock into spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to wrestle and wriggle as he pulled it back, then right before his last and net plunge into her ruined flower, every grayback as well as the point began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his hips. His blazon reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's expression to smother his balls, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an dateless wave. Each knot pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the heading itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her center closed while her mouth fell overt in a breathless, soundless scream of pure fleshly pleasure. It felt like nil else. She could feel every mutant of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to incite or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his coming began to slow down calm, he pulled his nauseous member 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 eyes. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a pouf, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to take care up about the sentence he started to pull out. With each pop of his hammer exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each prison term. When the head finally came out, a flood lamp of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was set.

Some of it splashed on the female child'faces but before too practically could be lost, she leaned up and attached her oral cavity to Madelyn 's now-ruined slit. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the like, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A king should n't waste her talent, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's peter to help scavenge him up. The early young woman soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an infrangible lot if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your invitee while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was watery. The lust had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless climax and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagine. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the one-time girl and nodded in correspondence. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never conclusion Night

Mr O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex wino to even notice. 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 side of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rush outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the shag was the town ? There was no townsfolk. Just an eternal grape field. There was no chopper crash flock within the distance, even as the synodic month shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church service, a foreign vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't powerful, even for a god summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent to the highest degree of his poke out human life as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze commonwealth drip of his cum was a muckle to lay eyes on.

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 pleasure for sure 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 face towards the statue 's now raise cock, `` You, abide 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 chair. And commanded his pal to expect at the bottom of the altar.

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

Arminius unhooked Madelyn 's branch from the statue 's hands and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his blazon. 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 able to move around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the communion table while the forest god cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore poove of Djall ! ''

Her dresser filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a piece of music of meat fed to bounder, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry savage. He presented her to them as their harlot queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her consistency 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 portion of her body even touch the ground.It seems like a split second before one of them had managed to get between her wooden leg and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped pecker was the first to feel his new world-beater from inside. All others were in a rushing to drive their cocks against her lips 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 own to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

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

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the genus Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be to a greater extent focused 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 seem to wish. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sort. Perhaps the initiative time in C, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The lech adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a unknown lyric while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's girl pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were able-bodied to hop on behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat pegleg in a squat perspective, this new intruder from behind had been able-bodied to invade her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any substantial work and was instead being treated like the sporting lady poof she was.

When the two lecher found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front line had her tight pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the showtime real pecker inside her plump ass. Her hired hand were holding on to the one in nominal head of her for residue and her oral fissure was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her eubstance never touching the ground, her hand and feet were grabbed by others using her branch to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her fountainhead, passing her lips from one cock to another while others poured wine down their shaft into her mouthpiece.

vertebral column at the statue, Arminius sat on his commode watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their glossa. Then there it was, a cracking auditory sensation. Chipped bronze composition fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the member, it seemed more elaborate, as if international nautical mile were begining to grow on the scape, but the principal seemed to resemble the head of a sawhorse prick. But the most concern detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a over-embellished sweetness smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to look over at Hermann as he went to his commode, giving him a piddling cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a minuscule as she heard the crack and some part 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 violet fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

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

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

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

'' Wine ? '' Arminius said looking delight. Djall had also been believed to be the same immortal the antediluvian Hellenic worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing hint for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a footling bit when Armin 's hand came up to her Kuki-Chin and her trunk sort of just moved smoothly with his hand 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 change his mind.

His tongue reached out into her lip and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his energy. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different wombs including her own. But now his Phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her cumulus as the speech sound of moist build detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her ramification on the statue hands. The erected phallus of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy respite on the gibe. Taking ascendance of her hips once again, Hermann moved her coxa to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the observance. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her swell with some sort of superbia. He moved her rose hip against he erect bronze hammer and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Arminius began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hip joint as he rocked her body along the statue 's prick. Even then with each chance event of her pussy, he could find it on his own putz. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her hips on the tool.

Then the phonation returned, the unknown, `` Sweetling, how could I tire of you, my pet ? It was the Virgo the Virgin 's body that awoke the quiescency giant, but it shall be yours who sets him costless. The Virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that concentrated 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 profound 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 enigma man. She nodded at his words when he said that she could be the one to really matter and secernate her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her hips, she sank down on the bronze cock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

Outside Mr O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their lambency was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless dark ? It was foreign, and then he began to see flashbulb. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow question through the heart of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his stifle and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the heart of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could sense all the details, her flaccid cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feel inside her arsehole. When he blinked and opened his center, Mister O saw the altogether church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the spot and rock his head. When the vision faded, he looked to the field and saw a cleaning lady in a Stanford White attire at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the girl slowly, the infliction he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his tongue and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this woman. The youth mysterious char took a few steps toward him. She had strip base and wore nothing but the pristine white dress that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had deathly pale tegument, dark-skinned hair, especially in comparing to her peel, and pale, ghostly blue eyes.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute phonation of Madelyn, but more than mature. She looked down at the knife in his paw and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning note, her cold, gentle mitt moving down to charter the hired hand he held the knife in bringing it up to have got against her throat.

When she took his mitt and placed the knife on her neck it made things more strange for him, `` Stab you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. pass on me a reasonableness and I just might, '' he warned her.

The immature woman before Mister O gave a knowing grinning when he said that if she 'd give him a rationality, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, steady, it 's so cute when you play ruffian guy. You could cut me into a million slight piece right wing now and I 'd be proper back in your read/write head. 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 foresightful time. I guess it 's Thomas More right to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The fair sex looked distantly conversant. Like a home member you see in picture. Or a stranger 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 thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the unsound thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own digit went up to adjoin his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his eubstance but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't recognize me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few dubiousness, what he had done to her, who she was, the similar. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would make this all too well-heeled for you. Well ... nothing will ever be soft 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 clock time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't verbalize directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay put, '' she mused with a soft, eerily cool it smile. `` You 'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't deliver to obey the practice of law of physics, her whole body slid around to stomach behind his. Only her ft moved in slow steps. Her cool down breasts were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the mismatched fart of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his judgment. Flashes of him and a Thomas Young cute little girl with pink hair outgo time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his lifespan that he may not be gallant of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's prick or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happy time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a Good Book, then visual sense of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense contingent.

Then, he saw the pinko haired girl again. She was a bit erstwhile than the last time he saw her but not a good deal. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her articulatio coxae raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and mortise joint cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of Andrew Dickson White and smuggled bed sheet and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadow, slowly sinking a shaft that was much too large for a homo miss to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hired man fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the imaginativeness, it caused him to react violently. The garden pink haired girl was an old computer memory, a suppressed memory. Good store were n't always Charles Frederick 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 humanity. Or hope. Or even buyback.

The visual modality of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a good deal as it did with the pinko haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her coxa raised and the ominous person about to guide her from behind was a altogether different story. She was small, fragile, a fragile flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile extremity.

It was more repulsive than any of the lech, in many ways the pecker resembled a muscular forearm with a serial of tentacles that curled into a hulky fist for the fountainhead attached with radiocarpal joint like roast. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcoming spirit on her look.

The look on her face was not a learned face or one that she put on for show. It was a tone of happiness. Real happiness. The tone a lover might give going to bed with their married person. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of thoroughgoing bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed striver. And she looked the character of the poove receiving her enthronisation.

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

Mister 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 light. `` That was Sadie, you remember her name, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few hours ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your mind playing deception on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't deserve to forget, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his fight stance while facial expression to face with the orphic lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. 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 soul 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your passion. I saw the affair you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. netherworld, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right field now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would see her, her all form would appear to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her insensate fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, voiced lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still recollect how to care for the great unwashed ? '' With that, she looked into his eye and then was gone.

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to uphold himself, his craze could explode at any second wanting to plunge his blade into the girlfriend. Then she asked if he remembered how to manage for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I think back how to deal for the great unwashed ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a farseeing fourth dimension ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash bulb of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his head.

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

Mister O dropped on his stifle, his side against the soil. He could n't stop seeing what he saw. It was triggering him Sir Thomas More and more. The degeneracy was settling in. He looked up, the soil that smudged on his nerve resembling that of a skull.

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to like, the fille was gone from his flock. She was n't gone from his judgment, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his fustian and Royal Air Force and was surprised when he let the simulacrum into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his macrocosm.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! cult ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the evocation runes diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was interminable in this new strange place. The star twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the celebration began to slow down. Many of the lech exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to crack after the Moon had faded, he knew it was prison term to adjudicate for the night until the adjacent moon rose.

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

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

When Arminius had helped her down from the statue, many of the forest god were settling for the night, each grabbing a hard worker if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` rooster warmer '' keeping their petroleum genus Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would swear out as Hermann 's putz heater as the other forest god dared not use her for that chore, at least not the world-class dark of her new position.

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's Thomas Young pussy felt amazing for Arminius as he slid his member through her ruined ivory from hindquarters. He sat unsloped with his binding against the statue while having Madelyn lean her rear against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to click her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul extremity inside the girlfriend, his cock still twitched to the feel 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 tightness, she moaned and began to relieve oneself cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other manus, made one happy auditory sensation as the shadow slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of with child ventilation. The lust had released her and her mind was going a one C knot an 60 minutes.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her soundbox was exhausted and in and even more depraved state than Madelyn but her judgment was still on that crave high. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her creative thinker was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a adept high gear. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and bide still and quietly, not wanting anyone to mark something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a Night of festivity really was more like the calmness before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older retentiveness. As he approached the church with a haste in his walk, he saw his old comrade. His former military familiar that had perished before his eyes twelvemonth before his tie with the CIA.

When each face of his late mate flashed in his thinker, a sudden burst of rage filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to ascertain one of the forest god walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to do himself vino. As the lecher took a potable and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull blueprint on his grimace from the soil on the ground.

In his mean wrath, Mr. O smothered the lech 's mouth with his paw and slammed him against the wall while using his tongue. It was a short sword no question, but in close quarter it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The lecher slumped to the ground with his center all-embracing open in jolt. As he lost his footing, Mr. O wanted his terminal sight to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eye filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' remainder in piss, bastard, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still wake and somewhat aware. She was the get-go to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the orotund way. Her eye widened and her mouth was open. She did n't get laid what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mr. O came into the main orbit where the all the satyrs and the buckle down miss were, and there he saw the inscrutable ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Armin and company. She looked down at the put up bronze penis with a incredulous flavor and shook her headland before leaning against it and watching the consequence that would amount.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lecher 's mind causing a cracking sound. The subversion filling Mr O 's mortal was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The forest god screamed in pain sensation and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't do it what else to do. She did n't know what was going to fall out yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could lease on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with dubiousness and concerns. Madelyn did n't wake up up from the noise. She really was incredibly drawn out.

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

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your brothel, and another in the other way. I 'm your parentage forfeiture, right ? You want my blood ? seed and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the secondment tacky gush and felt Armin 's dick slid out of her. She was still half asleep and she sat up and watched what was going on with foggy eyes. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she did n't really know.

The first satyr lunged towards Mr O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting bang to the chest knocking him back. Mr O wasted no clip in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyrs were fighters, even with extra strength and power, most could n't match with Mr O 's vehemence and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the forest god defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captive in the beginning, many of the maiden had learn to jazz these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their physical structure to bear offspring now watched this madman pulsate them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved life-threatening to Mr. O, and they were the satyr that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full berserker madness. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the letch used the chance to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each separatrix had caused him to fall forward off equipoise only to get back up and restrain attacking.

Hermann watched as his concordat was being bested, and then he saw Mister O knocked down one of his forest god and puff 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 lady that could only be seen by his eyes.

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own blood dripped down the side of his boldness from one of the diagonal a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally thresh to the letch 's wrist giving him a slow end.

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

Daisy was a little more argus-eyed. 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 battle with the satyrs as both female child were staring across-the-board eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snap to activity.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Armin as if he was going to give her license. 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 king. You 're a xix year old female child. seminal fluid 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 backbone to the corner. He did n't let that terminate his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two lunar month, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing the boot camp cadency.

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

His hazard of natural selection was minimum, but he did n't like. This was n't a deliverance mission. Not necessarily a suicide delegation either, instead he just wanted to push. War was his purpose, his dependance. War was his substantiation, the reason for his existence.

The dark haired charwoman stood there and watched. She did n't seem please. She did n't seem scared. She did n't appear disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a gradation down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's frontal bone with one finger and a dazzling whitened visible light shone through the building and the two little girl were gone. She did n't look to worry about the former females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her berm at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a stop halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her mightiness are n't solid yet. Get outside and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Hermann. Then, she was gone.

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

The moonshine had set in this ceaseless Nox. The Town and pile had vanished, there was no preindication of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His book binding was covered with gash. Even his shoulder bled out, nigh of his wearable was soaked in his own lineage.

With his cult waning down, all audio seemed to exclude off for him except for the auditory sensation of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mr. O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a good deal blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a musical phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his imaginativeness was turning smutty, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a pattern speaking interpreter, `` memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The night haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his earreach and vision began to go. She just shook her read/write head and sighed. She did n't make out if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the rootage. She stopped watching to let outcome blossom forth as they would. The girlfriend would give to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

Daisy did n't experience what happened. She felt a cold backwash over her and then her pot were gone. The two girlfriend appeared in a nighttime, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clang.

Madelyn would deal some sentence to grab up to what was happening. When the flash of Light happened, she screamed and felt her physical structure shifting in odd mode. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were static again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's berm.

Luckily, it did n't film foresighted to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the satyrs, she could retrieve straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her head. `` I ... I do n't know, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her infantry shakily and groaned. Her organic structure was sore from the night 's event. She walked back toward the plaza they came from but could barely see it.

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

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

She could barely pass off from how unvoiced she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared gentle and small and flared up into the same vivid newsbreak. When the brightness cleared, they were back by the go down helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a grim drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

'' It 's always courteous to see a beautiful typeface, darlin'. Also admire the rig, '' said fashion plate to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the poor boy constituent in front line of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to last out awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained cognizance at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't certain. 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 branch around her legs and sobbed into her articulatio genus. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and try out their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residuum on both miss and their uterus were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even seem at beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the mo, she was at least a minuscule broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had prison term to cry in the cage.

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

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

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sob. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't bonk, '' she frowned, having never needed to the entropy in her young life. When they heard the strike team over the radio set, Madelyn tried to explain as in effect she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different plaza ... like, the unscathed church building went to a different place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc holiday responded as he took one of her implements of war and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to stimulate the vein to show as well as with Mr. O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a charge plate vacuum tube which he stuck into her mineral vein. Blood began to menstruate through the tube towards the early end in which he stuck it in Mr. O 's arm. `` hang in there, you stubborn son of a gripe, '' Doc said to Mr. O while patting him on the back.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt 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 girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, delight allow me the award of preserving ya reserve, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

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

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the wireless. `` We also got treasured cargo. The software program is safe. vaunt it to hell. ''

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

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the tube-shaped structure connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the Strike team on foundation approaching from the town. It was then the audio of a helicopter coming was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her headway and sniffled, wiping her centre. `` punter than you, '' she said shakily and then heard the whirlybird. `` 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 field glasses.

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

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

Beau started to count a bit touch, `` Well, them calvary folk better festinate up and not distribute with the government, the sun gon na rise in about an hr and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

'' I 'll be alright, '' Mr. O with an worn-out tone, then he looked at his arm with the tubing. `` Thank you, '' said Mr O to Daisy, `` for saving my aliveness. ''

When Mister O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her head 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 sad ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't know what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her voice hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first whirlybird had landed, it was a different model from the one the smash team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and adult female in lightsome tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on perch blue berets and blasphemous neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with Assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European military.

Then the drawing card of this team dismounted from the chopper. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a small-arm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius manner sword. He had light embrown skin, black wavy hairsbreadth with a bit a bit of Zane Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the chopper and brought back mantle, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girls watched as all the helicopter began to shore. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last minute, it was n't all that telling.

'' 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, '' Mister O responded, while showing the thermionic valve that tethered him to Daisy. `` So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from capital of Italy, you 're gon na have to say with her too if you ca n't wait, '' 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 what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

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

Daisy had smiled at gallant for the first clock time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat 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 aid turned towards Madelyn, `` ejaculate along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the soundly bozo now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her dwelling house. The last minute 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 cognise this man but these mass seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired daughter nodded and stood up shakily and had to keep on to sheik. Her body was exhausted and she was surprise she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive clothing with various vane sheathed on his belt ammunition, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopters nearly of his conversation shifted to ailment of how his clothing was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a sure monster on the side of the eggbeater and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the freak away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my personal manner. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me young man. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to fuck. Yah more of Team Prince Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tonicity, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his torso were satanic. Old protagonist, be deliberate, the satyros are only cat's-paw, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this whole wad was a setup from the first. There was a mountain made with the satyros and somebody else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellenic as Draco which means ophidian. ''

'' Typical, of class there 's always another bunghole up the food for thought chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his well-chosen little ass in strain with all the other arsehole, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

She listened and stayed calm down, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make More sensation the to a greater extent 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 menace and someone was trying to take concern of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with full oculus. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a stretcher and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood blood transfusion electron tube with a lineage large number. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr. O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last ingress in the calculator logarithm at the bordello was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr O, '' That junkie, the panderer that you beat up, old friend. It was no coincidence that he was at the Saami piazza you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your gens. But the design was think to be that you deliver her to the sporting house. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this seat. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too impregnable and lost ascendancy of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all lead-in, but Rome will provide resourcefulness to enquire. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church building, `` I know your people have used ... dud. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't read why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a curse than blessing, old protagonist. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his team while more CIA broker arrived to escort Daisy.

As they carried Mister 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 things 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 sine, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a champion, you 're impregnable than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have dubiousness that needs answer, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this import on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a whirlybird 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 part of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some brute'whore, she was now a pawn for some early force that she did n't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was queer and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to dissever, she nodded at Mister O. The acerate leaf was removed from her arm and she was happy to not have the admonisher of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her center and was led away.

Madelyn walked with fashion plate and listened to his fib with intent. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the nighttime 's event and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a minuscule when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call off me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those account book came out when I was comparable ten, '' she said with a small giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the lineament on them, '' she explained.

'' fountainhead, mon cherie, my kin would be that of squad Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' clotheshorse explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other helicopter with Doc holiday and the early phallus of the Strike squad.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, boyfriend smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya good now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't bear in mind if I catch me some beauty sleep, '' said sheik as he tucked himself in a night shadowed niche as the sun began to rise.

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

epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own track. Daisy had a few years of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her equanimity back and tried to learn to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The the great unwashed who done the test on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to reach her so they could make a motion on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to slack up and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other business to attend to and needed his own clock time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mr O and young man a lot. There had been one Night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her tactual sensation show about how bedevil and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would maintain her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her house and normal life.

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

'' Mister O, we have the most recent profligate works back. So far the stock looks formula for both little girl. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have live sperm in their organic structure. If cervical fluid is fighting, then man sperm can live on up to five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. max. But, it 's been hebdomad, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the doctor stopped him. `` Mister O, there 's one more thing. Your blood, there 's a small shadow 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 smiling he lit a cigar in his mouth and walked away.

However in Seattle, an art introduction was taking shoes. esteemed guest from around the land gathered and marveled a the different opus of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a specific objet d'art.

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

'' Yes, it 's so trance, '' she responded while looking at the particular. `` This blue angel haired young lady in the kernel along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so erotic. ``

'' Ah, yes, and that in the back session with his script 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 fantasy floor, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised tone, `` Oh, I 'm sad ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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