Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nursemaid at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best ally, It felt like she was the sole mortal she had left the only if person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the heart and soul, trying to get her intellection straight and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the evening when a wickedness SUV rolled up next to an old Christian church. Drug addiction rehab mansion posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark causa, blackened polished chelsea iron boot and his neatly cut total darkness hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering operose nucha on his face.

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

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

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the substance. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to look on the aspect, feeling an irresistible itch to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his knee and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! individual ... service ! visit the police ! ``

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

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

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

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

A strange voice then spoke softly into Daisy 's brain. A male representative, 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 estimable to look seemingly quieten in way, she took a rich breathing space. After readying herself as honest she could her foot brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vocalization, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the miss whispering to him. He had been so interest with the now take to task man he did n't find the little girl approach. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

He then turned towards her, while his pistol still pointed at the other man. `` delay ... who are you ? Why did you say that phrase ? '' he asked. It was obvious that phrase had a deep 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 heading causing him to go unconscious.

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

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

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 respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprise to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out winning. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati computer code Logos. She seemed even more throw for a here and now. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't screw. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it signify ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that vauntingly though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's supporter. `` In the old daytime of my organisation, it was codification to enter clandestine catacombs under specific townsfolk undergoing research. Either way, it 's not unremarkable someone spouts out antediluvian code. ``

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

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the idiom meant and she nodded a slight bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suitable man was telling her that she could either total 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 screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an machine-driven spokesperson spoke, `` salutation, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Fri. ``

Then the information processing system CRT screen filled with respective book, law records, medical disk all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced all in not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no platter of affiliation to any enigma society, junto, or shadow organization. Have a just day. ''

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

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

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. `` Nice to get together you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her story was and she ran a hand through her hair, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A demoralize 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 consider so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - blue devil backer

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

'' There 's a young lady missing, and this is her star sign. Daisy, look, you probably have no idea what the fuck is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the torso and opened the doorway. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front end door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole interior ? ``

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

Nodding when he said to go and open the door, she moved out of the hand truck and went to afford the front 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 clip since anyone was but it was mostly in good fiat, salvage for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the paries. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage girl with dyed blue devil hair, a real cute grin and a young lady next door eccentric of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the syndicate portrayal as Mister O explained the situation in more item. 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 happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

'' We 'll handle with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to dig into his store. But I wan na demo you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living elbow room where many works of pinch art hung on the wall.

Daisy ran a hand through her whisker, nodding as he explained the outgrowth. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing mortal 's head for retentiveness, but figured it was n't the weirdest matter she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to put together. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runic letter of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty soft 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 finger over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't have sex how to do any of this ... I do n't bed if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to get some meaning to him, or be leaving a content to somebody ... Do you know if the runes have any linkup to, like, specific occult arts ritual ? ``

"Runes 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, '' Mr. O explained.

He then walked over to the computer in the living room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the female parent, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving household from body of work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all password restricted programs which he brought up an e-mail from the girl 's Father of the Church :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in difficulty and I need your assistant. I 'm going to call you soon ! Love you, my blueing angel.

Mister O continued to explain to a greater extent, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon mortal at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up several occult arts websites. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three sidereal day ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police criminal record regarding the man, `` He 's a do it pimp. Likes to sell female child struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to sustain their tuition costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearing is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. zip he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the daughter might be o.k. or easy to find. She watched him with the lozenge, showing her all of the data he had found. The girl 's mother was suddenly, her Padre missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The email from the father made her tummy turn. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get unsound from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This unhurt thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't bang how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this lines up with the search chronicle ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breather. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a motion to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the room access, `` assistant ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in frustration, `` O.K., Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too much for you to handle. But, I 'm going to afford that door and I 'm going to bunk the info out of him. You can leave or count 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 room access behind him.

Daisy took a deeply breath when he said that he was going to go thrum the data out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the clique of cigarette from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerve as the scene carried on in the house.

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

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay care from the strait coming from inside the house and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the threshold and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to go on next.

Mr O 's clothing was a bit ruffled from the his scuffle with Carl President Johnson. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old side calligraphy writing saying, `` souvenir MORI. ''

'' We got a hint, '' Mr. O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a bagnio in the Albanian territorial dominion 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 certain you 're wondering about dispshit in the basement, if so ... hop in and I 'll explain. ``

Chapter 3 - Lost soulfulness

Minutes began to roam by as the SUV now entered the thruway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl President Lyndon Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult chemical group. They usually have good funding surgical process, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to score out his retention,"Mr O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the rage. But, here 's the thing, based on the fellowship portraits and the family line delineation, we assume Madelyn has a strong bail with her footmark father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the interrogation remains, do you imagine the Father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr. O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cult and the pimp, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the enquiry, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogative and I have a sickish flavour about it. To me, the signs point to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my tactile sensation. ``

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

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two fourth dimension Alfred Nobel peace of mind dirty money recipient, Sebastian paragon to lead the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just magnetic north of Republic of Iceland. His humanistic nature and movement to better man has made him the nonpareil choice for this new dependency, '' the receiving set reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunky and you 'll sham to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the blood brother innkeeper, I 'll tell them the whirl phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to encounter some fucking response. But, stay close to me, '' Mr. O explained.

Daisy seemed quite occupy in the tuner appearance and she could n't cipher out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and take heed. Perhaps she was just tidal bore to see any news in the man since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself look the persona more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a admirer 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 haircloth some and few small smear in her physical composition and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her spirit like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eye recently. She still looked pretty and did n't calculate like a immense mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a little grin. `` Do I look like a hard-pressed soon-to-be prostitute ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a twice take. The look of her being worried no dubiety 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 discontinue matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for purpose in life.

'' You look majuscule, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the state highway, they passed a sign notifying their ledger entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a safe life. But, within the biotic community also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the community to hide their dark work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a inn of some sort. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would lapse. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a scant drive to the part of the metropolis they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the building and family, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the block a few fourth dimension before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couplet city block from the edifice and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice burden and offload passengers.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my star and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus blockage across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Same position 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 act as the part. `` I can be a pretty good player, '' she said with a slight grinning and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really mind the harsh manipulation. She knew it was contribution of the act. She put a large frown on her boldness and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd twist her trunk and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and disappointed sigh and narrate him to let her go.

Mister O did n't react verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the steering towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with empty elbow room with the exception of old bottom used for service.

Inside more homeless person looking strayer stood near the incoming, no incertitude they were sentry duty. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's power, all the tenant unit doors were open up, inside the plenty of young lady appearing to be in their college years, nearly looking strange were being forced to serve older men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made rag dissonance as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving begrime looks to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few mo. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked astonished. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the voice since she 'd be wanting to call for in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the misfortunate daughter 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 little girl, god only knew the thing that were being done to them.

Mr O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine-coloured, women, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the hoi polloi in the office. `` I work for Carl President Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the spot sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in item seemed to be the boss as he sat in the rachis of the office chewing on his nutrient while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. third base floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 duplicate if she is virgin like miss with low hairsbreadth. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Around his body were a pair of distaff wooden leg, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the spot, Mister O noticed the young lady friend had the man 's ejaculate dripping from her intumesce vaginal sass. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty new missy and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

horn began to emerge from his forehead and unusual markings began to shine on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to verbalise, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

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

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

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

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the paries, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable impulse to flora his cum. '' As he explains his intention with one bridge player around her and the other touching her pot where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's materialization will rise 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 help.

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his dentition were the like Fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long CVA with his tongue licked her from her neck opening then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this solid ground for one C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her gasp as if he was in a hastiness to undress her. Something about her olfactory property and taste caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you have in mind ? 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 bed flooring, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunshots, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the saddle horn continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunfire almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't appear 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 expression of insatiable lustfulness in the horned man 's aspect, he continued to address, `` You resist now, but soon you shall dish Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the Virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall facilitate usher his prescript over this new dominion. ''

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

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

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not get across her, he savored the feel of her pussy rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the monetary value of her own self-respect.

Her eyes saw his noisome cock as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so unusual and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hips and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and give your Creator offspring, I 'll feature a higher probability of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a pipe down voice. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big matter in me, '' she said and let her paw move back to her breast, where she undid a few release of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course of action, but somewhere recondite down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a villainous one as she appeared to sacrifice in. As she unbuttoned a few clit on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a prospicient skinny and forked knife like that of a snake. His eyes also began to switch as though they were like a Snake River as it slithered on her divulge skin. But then he grabbed her radiocarpal joint and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his articulatio coxae trying rub his foreign cock against her, angling it upwards to position it to sink in 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 pecker against her cunt again, causing her to gasp in a much dissimilar way.

But just as he was so distracted, the door burst undetermined 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 wearing apparel ruffled and shot the man while he was on the ground. The crack rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

Along with Daisy, Mr O open fired on him. The bullets were effectual against him, though being increased in index it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a pattern human being.

Stunned, the horn man complained in disbelief with his concluding Book, `` No, unacceptable ! I am unending ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

Mister O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made sure I was dead before enjoying some sexy meter with my acquaintance. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the new girlfriend 's beat, 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 guess from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry semen from the other girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to heat up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't have sex who you are, truelove, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or constabulary station. Somewhere prophylactic. Get a sunrise after pill and differentiate them what happened or as lots as you can, '' Daisy assured the hapless girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the lady friend hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the shots had ceased by now.

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

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 soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had memory access coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` practiced, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in concord about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Father and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr. O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Economic Community. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would mean the rune hidden in the house painting were some sort of attunement rune. A means to make her eubstance able of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to state Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the luck to do so.

'' okey, this makes Sir Thomas More sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American language custom these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does look like it 's always Virgin, at least in the old fib and wives tarradiddle. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a little laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the helicopter, men and charwoman in tactical geared wheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the construction. From the vans, many in dark suits arrived.

'' intelligence officer O, we will train it from here, '' said a adult female from one of the truck with glum hairsbreadth which seemed to be in boot, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This totally building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark suits with armed combat boots. `` I was able to shout 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 strange to her. The charwoman said that they were taking it from here and Mr. O seemed to match and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a retentive time ,'I do n't eff what he meant, '' she explained.

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the tusk man referred to her sort which left Mr O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't fuck. Do you get anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your nous, or second slew like imaginativeness, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can unwrap what ‘ your variety'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't calculate it out now, it 'll possess to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

Daisy shook her head a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't consider so ... '' she said quietly and tried to opine of anything unlike she might have felt both in her life and just in the live few days. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of path. That 's what 's crucial right now. ``

Chapter 4 - fellowship reunification

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small forsake town is now populated by unusual 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 strange glyphs and grading. Eerie effigies surround the church building, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in heraldic bearing. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the windowpane. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My gamey angel arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her empty fellowship home by some creep and taken to a building to the full of scumbags and poor missy forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip raw and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed rank, low temperature intellectual nourishment and given urine to drink in. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute wench and plaid blouse with knee-hi sock and flats to match. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in battlefront of the Christian church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the incline door. Though the two men in the van looked rule, those that stood in cloak and goon seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

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

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past tense few daytime but none of them would order her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the adolescent 's middle widened and she could n't avail but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, raspy voice. A vox son had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue Angel Falls, '' said the man inside the church service. The man who married her mother when she was a diminished youngster, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to babble out about, my blue angel. You have no thought how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church building 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 touch. Looking over in the instruction of the vocalism, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` papa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mummy ... she.. Who are these multitude ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't jazz what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had groovy affection for the offspring fille, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

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

'' I 've been sitting for minute in a cramped van with four strangers. I 'd rather stand, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are matter you should know. I 've raised you since you were Thomas Young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my hale liveliness and I 've been animated a farsighted time. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her married person abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my peachy joy to watch you grow. But what you have to realize is that my life 's purpose was to find the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teen. The many scholarly person I had taught in my college learning artistic creation category, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first gear year of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you recollect how I showed you my graphics ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glow runes, I knew I had to film them home and entrust them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our comrade know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. earmark 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 register it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was agitate her head and fight the tear building up in her middle.

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

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

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

'' What do you think of he can wreak mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all half-baked. I just want to go household. I want you to come base, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her youth public figure, the youth in her cheek as well as her teenage style of dress. Her Father-God 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 nineteen class old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be laborious for you to read, but I need you to listen. I 've been alert for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my menage of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her coat of arms over her breast and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and stick with the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi picture show or Lovecraft chronicle. It was strange to hear him talk like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be life-threatening ... you expect me to think you 're that old, '' she said with a frown, running a hired hand through her long blue haircloth.

'' They ca n't bring back mama, it does n't crop like that and if it did, something would go improper, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go incorrect. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a bass breath, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

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

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

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

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

At first of all 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 belittled missy though as she was soon grabbed and basically dragged toward the front of the church building.

It was obvious they wanted her to catch 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 beam. Her father stared at it for a here and now, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his forehead as exchangeable markings on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eye and an open mouth when her father began to spring up horns and gleaming. She had thought the early men were just screwball and using some makeup or something but now, she was sandbag. Her arms were being held and there were hired man all along her torso, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to contend or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two moonlight

nowadays time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's sign with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center console table. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the Saame LCD monitor as before to pop up in the fascia, in the screen was a light-haired woman that began to spill with a European accent, '' greeting, private investigator O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in especial we believe was human born and then transformed to a lech, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have grounds to believe Djall is the Saami deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellene as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual craziness, prolificacy, and religious disco biscuit. ``

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

'' viewpoint by, we will let you jazz when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, maintain me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could roll down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a great smoker by any agency. The pack in her purse had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she could n't serve it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the fomite and then tossed the arse when she was done, which was during the phone call.

She looked over at the woman and then at Mister O a few times and took in all the info, being obviously lost in all this public lecture but trying to keep up. When the call was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

Mr O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul elan truck were parked along the curb. Each truck 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 heavy help, but you are a civilian and not a trained shamus. I 'm sure you have interrogative sentence that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the letch implying about your form. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch sensation if you should determine to get result 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 helper. 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 safety or because the things that were going to come about 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 presence room access without even a hug or a handshaking. He said pretty lots what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her sass and shook her head.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to condom and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't sleep with what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a fiddling bit.

But then something foreign happened, an unknown entity began whispering in her mind, `` Open your creative thinker, sweetling. Open it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the unharmed church service as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The point filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young fair sex that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another letch rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were lot of girls there seeking to have massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the elderly man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way stuffy and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their finger's breadth in the John Milton Cage Jr. to impact her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young young woman, slowly overtaking the sorrowfulness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor feel Daisy 's presence, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the town. Outside of the Christian church seemed desolate. But then, there was one augury that left a hint to their fix. A wooden situation leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a signaling that read, `` Two Moons vinery. ``

The promote away from the church, the stranger the townsfolk seemed ... or at least in the astral sheet. A black Corvus corax suddenly landed right in movement of Daisy, and then another. Soon a lot of raven flew in circles around her which eventually caused black sess to vortex with Daisy in the centre. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to fume and whirl around her. Then, she heard the resonance and winced.

Within the Negroid smoke, a man in drab and torn clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a dark bag while wielding two oil looking blades. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct whisper continued to peal as if he were inside her ear.

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

The tight the smoky iniquity one approached, the louder the rustling as he raised his sword. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that associate docile voice had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. stir up 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 ... recollect 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. ``

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

It was n't that he did n't consider her, he knew well enough to get laid that there were former forces at work. If anything, Mr. O has been in the domain long enough to know break than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to dally on the slope of safe and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the look threshold.

interior, the home was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unusual forensics investigation of the house. Mister O continued into the menage trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

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

Inside the garage were a few men in unlike paraphernalia, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular clothing such as denim drawers or cargos with t-shirts along with black tactical train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this bunch was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer vesture. While the military looking ones had nucha and whiskers with short fuzz, this other valet had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fighting vane.

'' wellspring, O, gladiola yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent mark. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` wellspring howdy, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just squall me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed magnetic though his eyes were a tint of red with blanch skin.

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

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

When Mr O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to pick up her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a iniquity plaza, maybe a Christian church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in moody apparel, doing all kinda material 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 doll 's eye horizon of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine domain ? '' Mister O thought. `` time lag, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, religious disco biscuit, rite madness, and vino making. A hedonistic deity. It would make sense if they chose a seat near the harvest of wine, like near grapeshot field of force, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into blue jean and a tee shirt with iron heel and tactical geared wheel. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to look on the map.

Beau being his convention self tried to realise light of a serious state of affairs, `` Well, cher, I would n't visit myself dangerous. But, I do like to sting, '' he said as his smile revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the processes in his principal to count on out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her heading to look at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his Fang.

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pouches of his undershirt, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyards. Do you commemorate anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hired hand through her fuzz. `` The townspeople looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her sire with the others. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the remainder looked at each former for a moment, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mr O as he slung an assault rifle over his articulatio humeri and holstered his side arm on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near infirmary, disasters, terrorist blast. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black person raven Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't very much pregnant. A lot of the squad appendage including Mr. O spent virtually of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their range.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons Vineyards, '' said Mr. O, `` Only problem is, we have several town that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll demand to help us key which townspeople looks familiar to you. ''

clotheshorse however sat there sharpening each of his brand, `` Do n't ya interest 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that cute lil buns of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' rap Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle top dog type.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` strike squad, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the tap squad drawing card even though Mister O would head the investigations. Big Papi appeared to be the oldest among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the onetime devil dog yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to help them figure out which town was which. `` If the others do n't appear anything like that one, it 'll be easily to tell apart, everything 's stagnant there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little grinning as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't beware it too much.

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

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

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

The helicopters although dark blue seemed as fateful as the night itself, overlooked and strong in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both chopper took off immediately.

'' Bet yah never thought you 'd ride on one of these eggbeater 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 fop said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a sorry sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roomie had been nice enough not to quetch her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old Quaker and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some weird horseshit surrounded by men with violation rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr O and Doc Holiday sat on the edge on diametrical remainder of the chopper with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earphone on to communicate with each other over the tatty propeller noise as well as with the early helicopter. After about an time of day into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

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

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

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

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our shuttlecock is going down ! '' indisputable enough their helicopter was descending to shit a sudden and voiceless landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with rock oil brand in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the animal appeared in their helicopter and she did n't cognize what to do as she watched the while pilot light was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the position of the helicopter slashing away at the engines. swain unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the wight taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his respectable to withdraw restraint of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` Hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her side and in that bit meter felt as it slowed down. The few fourth dimension he saw her grin like when she tried to look her part for the sporting house which caught his attention, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that lot of her in the out of dominance helicopter was as though he glimpsed something Creator in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her foreland and tucked her into his shoulder to avail her brace for the impend crash.

As the meat cleaver went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her bureau and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her coat of arms around Mr O. She was n't sure enough what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mr O to recall the future few arcminute. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a conduct crash but still spun around and slip across the vineyard like a shoo-in train that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravitational attraction slipped away from around them as her metrical foot stopped touching the metal floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the meat cleaver anymore and before they hit the soil, she fell unconscious mind. Herself, Mr O would find themselves somewhat safe on the ground, far from the clangor. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his eye and got up right away and saw Daisy laying side by side to him. The helicopter clangor site was a skilful mil away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a enigma.

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

'' conduct them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood forfeit, now the ritual is concluded. As for her, Djall has a exceptional demand of her. Let them witness our nimbus, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the church to remain their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first short while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her farsighted journey, and gagged because she would n't lay off crying and asking questions. Since then though, they had done day-and-night sexual acts and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to take some effect on the young fille. Her founder had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her luck. She was more docile, more still, more unemotional person. The previous night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the cultus took her from her cage, stripped her of her dress and paw bathed her. She did n't agitate it. She almost seemed to enjoy the peculiar attention.

The girl was either so traumatized that she could do nothing but accept her lot or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to dispatch. Even Madelyn herself could n't pore on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own head. However, the thought of her father using her for such rite still made her desire to split into tears.

After the bath, the char had drawn a few symbols in dissimilar place along her sonsy consistence. She did n't recognize them and no one would recite her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Cage and made to watch more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremonial would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the shock but by some force out she did n't cognise and she 'd gone into a deep, dark nap that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd find oneself herself tied up and some of her wearing apparel in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may sustain been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mister O did n't know how longsighted he was out, but another splash of cold piss was thrown on his face giving him a shock to finally inflame 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 begetter, `` It is necessary for the rip ritual killing to observe the Virgo ritual killing. ``

Mister O laughed and then spit blood, `` Is that suppose to pall me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last gens is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low pace god so fucking terra incognita we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to get word more about him. ''

When Mr O awoke, Daisy looked over at him with frightened eye and listened to his interaction with the Father-God, then just sighed through her nose and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

Hermann did n't look too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of response he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will change by reversal into sorrow when I bring my God into this misfortunate world, '' Armin warned.

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

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

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

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the shot when the man woke up, then heard her father usher in the rootage of the ceremony. A flurry of butterfly filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An nonvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the John Milton Cage Jr., they did n't have to drag her. After a second of hesitation, she took a deep breather, stood up and let them take her hands and help her whole tone down from the weapons platform that the cage was one. The young char was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a undecomposed job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main upshot, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's resplendence, '' 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 command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a unwavering bobby pin of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to fight against them. However, they were much unattackable than her and she could barely move against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to support just a few ft from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a confidential information of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in peculiar sat on Mr. O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to watch out your supporter become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyr got engaged in intimate activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fight, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how abrupt those hook were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvelous than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost about of her sister fat by now. Her body had a little to a greater extent maturity date to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to revel this, assisting them in whatever chore they were trying to carry through or whatever place they needed to put the appurtenance. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a livery to nail down her regalia for the ceremony while her Padre continued to thrust and get across two of the striver, one after the other.

While most of the satyr thrusted savagely into their female spouse like savage animals, Hermann stood there breathing hard while the adult female he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his shift has quite a room to acquire like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his fount still resembled his humanly phase. His aspect still fellow to Madelyn as her father.

The other satyr'lower soundbox were furred, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained human being shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped tool. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as priapic animate being and with good rationality as they stand before Daisy.

One of the lech, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely forge rooster as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head dowery was much more of the common mushroom Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. The early, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a sawhorse, but not as enormous. Neither part was tightfitting per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

Daisy was breathing heavily through her nose as she watched everything going on around her. What happened to Madelyn seemed to be happening to her, though in a much less potent way. Her musculus relaxed some and she just sort of watched the depraved Acts of the Apostles that Armin and the female person were performing.

Then one of the women servicing Arminius stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her Father-God. `` Give your papa a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his shaft penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transmute, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front man of her father and told to throw him a kiss. She looked a piddling hesitant for a second but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to achieve him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat pes, but before she could, something seemed to call down inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate buss, letting her arms wrap around his neck.

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

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

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening backtalk and her clit. This seemed to be having an consequence on the blonde, causing her to writhe Sir Thomas More and close her eyes as her cutis flushed a small bit as it heated up from her consistence experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving viva sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked natural language as it stretched out to enfold around her cervix only to slither along her skin. The former, also having a branched tongue licked her from the rear end of her chin then up her back talk trying to taste her. When the natural language wrapped around her neck opening and started to lap up her skin, her breathing time caught in her pharynx and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the spirit, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in item that seemed to hold these two from just forcing themselves to adopt her, but it seemed as if they could lose their ascendancy any second. Then behind the forest god in presence of her, a shady man with a familiar representative appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to reject ? assure me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at low gear Arminius 's buss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming Danton True Young gentlewoman he raised since her childhood. But the more their buss continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the striver with his seed. As he did so, not only did he extend to transmute while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the bifurcate tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was tardily to differentiate. Madelyn did n't stop the candy kiss, breathing out through her olfactory organ and bringing her body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her backtalk, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his lingua explore. She was n't the best kisser but she definitely put the movement and luxuria into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to try out her from inside her oral fissure. Pleasurable moan became beast like growls. One of his script grabbed her by her neck opening as he pulled his tongue from her lip.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his turncock out of the slave. In social movement of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a prison term causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the cleaning woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the capitulum component seemed to continually move and twitch like a deform muscle. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The Cy Young girl was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green optic, licking the thickset spit off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, dad, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and bat some of his cum off the shaft and then lots like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her knife went up and down his foreign shaft, seeming to have no problem with her facial expression 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, Armin 's shaft seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to ooze out more than of his come. Watching his footling girl use her glossa to pleasure him began to eat away the humankind he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her boldness below him servicing his darkness desires.

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

The Holy Scripture seemed to sink into Daisy 's nous as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her founding father 's pecker as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the vocalization asked her if she wanted to sample the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

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

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

Daisy wasted no prison term. She stroked the tool a few times, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her oral cavity eagerly, going as bass as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her point and stroke what she could n't take into her rima oris, closing her middle and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his peter. While inside her oral cavity, it was shed light on his stopcock reacted to every single touch. The other two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to smack her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the terminal ingredient to give each one their final examination form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to try her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and fall in a rhythm with his thrashing and suck, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hired man ... and backtalk.

Her head bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his juices dribbling down her mentum. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hired hand downfall, she took one of Madelyn 's hired man and put it on the portion of the shaft her mouth could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to sleep together 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 cipher else since the whole campaign. First your don, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lech put his dick against her pussycat and began to rub against it. She closed her optic when he whispered in her ear and leaned her drumhead back against his bureau, seeming to revel in the quarrel and the tactual sensation of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the gloomy part of the tool enthusiastically, a small smile coming to her face.

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

The lech enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her torso against his chest gave him a blissful look on his face, a contrary look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his night perverted divinity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the former slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his turncock while she stroked the putz while rubbing it English to side against Madelyn 's virgin snatch.

Madelyn was very a good deal enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her pure pussy lip, which were basically dripping with her juice by now. She stroked her Church Father 's pecker and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously live, suck her Father-God 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable post while a slave and lecher continued to make unhallowed love above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two lecher took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in figurehead of Armin and the girls.

'' intruder, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal 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 slew their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your devotee where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The luxuria was too strong inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hired man back up and began to fondle his large lump as her mouth pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the clip they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his pecker, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hip with each respective action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to observe, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not buff. They had met the night before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sensation of affection towards her. But nada that would expose his ticker over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to formulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a Virgo the Virgin corruption, but the add up sense of betrayal degeneracy ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not pain and treachery. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

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

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lap her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouthpiece like a spread. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave equitation him. The early slave took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a natural spring of sullen dirt.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long cock which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her soundbox up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy find his horse like dick pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her rima oris minimized the muss on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight leg together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, mild skin of her thigh and she knew there was a female child at the end of his peter, drinking near of it.

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

Madelyn opened her mouth all-embracing, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her backtalk and mentum. She took her Church Father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head motion from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the mastery and licked and sucked up all the cum on the daughter 's legs, loving the gustatory perception and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvis each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to find her deeper inside her mouth with each knife thrust. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his gentle holy man. She was now another handmaid pleasuring him in service to his god. Inside her sassing, the head of his cock continued to flex like a brawn. It was as though it was tidal bore to sense more.

Madelyn 's middle were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her milieu and enjoying all of this too a good deal to do so. Her big, wide, green centre looked around at the early satyr, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her sassing was going mystifying than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy a lot drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exude out. Though it was thick and ugly, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tonus to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life sentence as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to surround her font on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower trunk finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry legs, the cloven animal foot. His balls had dark cutis and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with exertion. But the more he thrusted his peter into Madelyn 's sassing, the more his musket ball continued to smother the lower section of her expression under him.

It was n't long until the lecher behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to tear Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another letch approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her lilliputian little hole that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many work force were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` Come here, steady, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky balls. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky scent and perceptiveness of having Armin 's balls smothering her face.

On his back, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His tongue stretched out much foresighted and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were chummy. With each lick, his drool coated her cranny. Watching Madelyn 's kitty-cat as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her ivory sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his fount made him unsatiable as he gave her one foresightful stroking of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her fundament hole, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Hermann decided to escalate the state of affairs. With hand effort, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious penis. `` Let the Virgo and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their consistency and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious job to tempt the two Sir Thomas More into their carnal depravation.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Armin since the umbrageous human body had said that he needed a final translation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a round of reprobate forest god. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spit and specks of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was queer why they were n't getting to matter already but did n't look too upset about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each early and kissing in a ignite passion, letting their tongues dance in each other 's lip.

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

The umbrageous man with the familiar voice emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and lenient phonation heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this creation, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can conflate and finger you. These depraved creatures, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to find me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The former satyrs appeared to be going in a hysteria as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood side by side to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your neck opening, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your sassing one last fourth dimension before I take your soundbox. I shall claim you as mine. ``

Daisy heard the voice in her head and her psyche screamed that yes, she did need 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 natural endowment. Did you not want your painful sensation to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The apprehension is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can finger you. It is the link between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will give. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, hold back me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to bar and he spoke in her nous again. Daisy listened to all the lyric he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming moving ridge of solitariness consumed her as he threatened to provide her alone.

This loneliness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to belong to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the creation she knew.

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

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

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping alloy as the silver medal collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His body still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unequalled energy about him. The man with the conversant articulation could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

Arminius used one mitt to signal Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to revel her consistency. `` Pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him face-lift her up and it was a great look. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and knees toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Hermann held his aegir tool in position to Daisy 's folds, the vocalism spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no fourth dimension. Her twat was drenched and as she brought her pelvic arch down, the large, stocky, knotted cock slid easily into her with but minimal stretching and violence required.

get-go the twitching oral sex that burrowed between her lips. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A loud, deep moan escaped Daisy 's sass as knot after knot and in after inch penetrated her and slid deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged abstruse inside her.

Armin sat there like a Martin Luther King Jr. as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own wooden leg. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no dubiousness covered in mild fur to make up for the rough skin, but he wanted his piffling girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't much strength required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the swither that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the boisterous tegument. She had to hitch her breathing place 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pulling Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower berth belly from the swelling of each Calidris canutus. Then he slowly raised her up only to thrash her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more bumpy. Even the temperature seemed spicy than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her stomach to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that inscrutable into her cunt. She thought she was going to induce to do all the work, which was hunky-dory, but there was a visible excitement on her face when he began to commit her fit body up and slam it back down. The shape of his prick made it slightly abominable but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to help him, then put her mitt on his shoulders to calm her body so she did n't fall over with the personnel of him fucking her. The mastery, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the for the first time time, but when the headway of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in Adam as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Arminius was no yearner a man, but a beast, a mythological creature of pure luxuria. Even his balls began bolt Madelyn 's face the to a greater extent he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in vivid pleasure as he began to savagely hurtle into her tight, silky bitch. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was champaign for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his soundbox. He gave a near arduous push and roared like creature. He was beginning to metamorphose again, the bulges from each international nautical mile on her belly twitched as well. His sinew began to grow slightly. His saddle horn longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off sentry go as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting twain of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her eyes were full as she watched this happen. He then resumed his brute knife thrust, using her body for his pleasure. His spit came out of his sass, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a serpent and slithered around on her lips. Saliva flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first drive into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of botheration and pure pleasure. That thrust was severe and brute. When he began again, after he began to deepen, she wrapped her toned wooden leg tight around him and leaned her head word back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretching and pain sensation. Daisy only seemed to feed off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and motivate with each push. `` shuffling me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look Sir Thomas More beast like rather than human 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 hands reached out to grasp and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her pegleg spread panoptic once again and she continued to moan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in heat to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat just and reached out to snaffle Madelyn. His weapon seemed a bit longer now, his manpower much enceinte that he could grab her waist with one deal and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his nautical mile 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 thrust, the bulges 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 eubstance position was also very animal like, or yet more inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that especial perspective between their cooperator 's stage as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a scrunch locating thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend emplacement, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to push the gibbousness on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulges had an essence while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combining of being able-bodied to arouse both lady friend that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her backrest and taking Armin like a bawd. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moan were trashy and intense, her dresser was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in sensual walking on air and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his leg although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to further evolve. Unlike the man like shaped ramification, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscular tissue spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His ramification continued to commute its shape into a stooge like form giving him more flexibility to throw relentlessly in his squatting stead.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those notches moving back and forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised groan and put her hands on her father 's shoulders.

'' Oh, dad, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't look to have that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with luxuria and basically begging. `` pappa, fill up our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you study me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fulfil Daisy with his seeded player which sent him into a crazed fury. Armin held Daisy by her coxa while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His nerve had a contrary look to him. The more he pushed inside, the foresighted a grayish and brown face fungus began to get under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some sorting, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the aspect continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's cutis, letting all of them crunch against her virgin cunt and feeling her succus making Daisy 's cutis below her glister, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's manus came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample breasts and wring and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest of drawers into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their indirect request. Arminius shoved his cock into her with one last final examination button, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his tool went into convulsions spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the bulges, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to deluge her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense coming she 'd ever had hit her. Her dead body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's prick as his dirty, yellow seminal fluid began to oversupply her uterus and flood around from around the cock to earn a hell of a smelly, sticky mess between their legs.

Armin howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his member remained inside with nonaged shudder pushing out the last spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was subdued, yet business firm. Furry much like his leg as it wrapped around Madelyn 's trunk as it exploring her.

Hermann had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his hammer, but instead rigid bumps throughout the disclose peel and at the tip, a mushroom shaped caput with a urethra that seemed to secret even to a greater extent of Armin 's musky come. Madelyn saw this occurrent and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hired hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - innocence doomed

Armin continued to crouch like an animal in his newly formed hind stage. He continued to smile in delight with more than than mere satisfaction, instead it was a look of seduction. His hindquarters continued to slide around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

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

Mister O looked at Hermann with a sinister grinning. One that spelled wildness all over his boldness. `` Me an angel ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The airless thing to an Angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a halo at one point, now he has horns even larger than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much retentive, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one burl at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a effusion of his smutty seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming pitcher.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those juicy back talk. Some dripped out in sluggish 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 wooden leg, his humanity sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's consistence. His new form revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo, her entry was about to start out. The statue was in the shape of a lecher as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his bureau outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the side gave her enough room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's wooden leg were placed on each hand keeping them counterpane open up. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her net moments of her virginity. She was now perched in forepart of the unharmed room with her virgin bitch exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in movement of her deflowered her with his depraved, sensationalistic seed and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become bonny game to the quietus of the others. They did not hesitate to let in her in their carnal orgy as one lecher placed her on his lap with her cover against his torso. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and difficult thick vena spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her leap on his lap, two others approached with their phallic crotchet for her to orally pleasure them and love.

Daisy was trying to total down from the huge senior high she 'd just experience and was starting to get to the head where she could almost see straight again when the gang began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moment before his cock was shoved rich inside her used cunt, unenviable and glossy with the seed of their leader.

The blond moaned as he began to prompt her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no prison term. Leaning her headspring forward, she took one in her mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure as shooting how many wanted her. If they got originative, they could find direction to have her in more satisfying way at the same time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big fault, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasance. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his back. As the crew continued to teem stuffy to the statue, Mr O had used the opportunity to escape and slip away undetected from their misdirection.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an objective for his satisfaction. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral joy from her began to transform. about commonly, the caprine animal like hind legs. Soon the other letch took notice and wanted her physical structure to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's warmness. Or so they believed. Those with already female mate seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high party. She 'd ride mortal until they were done with her while rotating between two or three turncock with her mouthpiece and hand. She 'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a squawk. She 'd be in a rotary of men, taking as many cocks in her oral cavity as she could, as straightaway as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her face and trunk. She was rudely a cocotte right wing now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs More agile and flexible to feature her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her work force on his articulatio humeri and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own Phallus, one shaped like a horse 's cock against her little star in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being replicate penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open air and stretching over the head of his yearning cock. The more he go down it into her ass, the to a greater extent rigid the shaft of his shaft continued to acquire, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At showtime, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to await at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't hold back for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange hammer inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her Father of the Church and she gave him that Saami looking and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her leg undecided to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his clayey tongue right on her diminutive virtuoso below her virgin snatch. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her agglomerate and continued upwards riding up her body. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a firmly slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his tongue continued to devolve on up some more until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouthpiece and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a foresightful lineage of his despicable saliva from his lip to hers splattered on her body. The blue devil haired young lady moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the spittle string fell against her blench skin. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque appendage which had violated so many of the female slaves, his sinful rod of carnal enticement that caused Daisy to betray her new found Friend to serve him for his joy now erected before the girl that he once saw as his girl.

Each air mile aegir, the question wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's dear. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blueish angel 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck opening with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared adjacent to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as rude. He began pulling her eubstance towards him, his bum slightly tightening up with the intensiveness. The pass continued to force its way into her bone tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her brawniness tended as his big turncock pushed against her soused, young puss. He was having to impel it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to advertize against her seal. It was n't a supplication or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued employment it in forcefully, his backtalk began to drip with Thomas More drool as his animalistic nature of a savage needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her Navy SEAL of purity. Innocence forever lost to a sickening spear of filth.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more intense undulation of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his tart now. In this import, she wanted this dark to lowest forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and ease up them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to press forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each air mile being forced in harder than before. He was not making love to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His down angel no more, instead his new dirty whore.

A few drops of blood escaped her pussy but not much more than than that. Her snatch was tight and youthful 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 love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to bonk her like the beast they were, like the nance whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and debilitation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to bed his new nurture bitch of what was once his daughter, a few spectacles of her stock from her lost artlessness had dropped on the flaccid phallus of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the priming and writhed in painful sensation. He was a blood forfeit, the observance had taken effect on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of purity with nastiness, the dirty mating of beastly creatures and maiden. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vernacular member nestled inside Madelyn 's once free organic structure.

He gazed upon the protuberance formed by his oddly shaped pecker on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The slub did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to wriggle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner bulwark as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless spokesperson. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her cry of joy were no less enthusiastic. Her vocalization was a minuscule hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy interpreter made it hard to cast very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the pecker moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such display case were known to bump with the kinship group of the werewolf large number, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his peter continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself nonplus inside her. It was a commodity intuitive feeling no uncertainty. If anything it tempted the wildcat like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to attract back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her header from its backward berth and opened her eyes to take care down in confusion. The tightness now really go under 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 have in her brain. 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 tight walls squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and deep, it aided in the lubrication physical process as his primal itch consumed him causing him to twitch his pelvic arch frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip bm stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his slub 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 irritating, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was dear than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his measure, she cried out in bliss as her trunk shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple sexual climax for the by few arcminute, curtly niggling bursts of acute delight that made the pain like aught she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon finger, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two mi at a time and slamming them back into her petite body. The soaked struggle was no question giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. a good deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a spirit of sexual perversion and lusty delight as his natural language hung out of his mouth like an animal while his drivel flew with each golf stroke.

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

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of naughty affair in here life with all sort of people and herself, both on photographic camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same luxuria that consumes Madelyn had done its body of work on Daisy too. She was happy to select cock after cock in every maw they wanted, swallow up all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely sprinkle onto her delicate hide. She was encouraging the female person to come and kiss her ; bat her, penchant her, part the pecker with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to continue or fill up her with their dirty, stinking source.

There was even one pumping his member inside a hard worker, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the striver only to land up 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 pull his Phallus out and let his stain drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the early girl over to her and pulled his cock out to exhaust the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to cleanse 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 courteous, plump was brass undefended for one of them who was basically waiting in line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, desiccated cum and clean seed being constantly supplied to its hungry profundity and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to advert the desiccated come that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her sassing, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiate cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse rooster in her kitty-cat while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded putz in her ass as he mounted her from rump. Then a third satyr, began trying to impel his own stopcock in her occupied puss. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a hard worker seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with Thomas More filth. She stroked the man, milking his peter. They truly were creature, each filling her up trying to flush out the premature burden with their own.

Her clip to call up was shortsighted, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight piddling ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her slit with the former. `` fucking, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The promontory popped in and she groaned loudly. `` dependable boys, parcel that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to serve, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the metre full stop. She did n't jazz if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her animation and she knew the way they could defecate you sense. It trapped you in the fourth dimension you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nada else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could wield a few of these thinking. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lustfulness was just another grade of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the pain in the ass was too nifty. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would settle. But there was cost, he also felt a wickedness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the paladin coming to deliver the day. He definitely was naught in equivalence to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark computation.

Even his retiring life of romance was anything but Latinian language. Instead it was inexpensive one night stands, leisurely girls in strange lands during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit humbled hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the subversion seeping inside his own person made him hunger war, he wanted to launch his blade cryptic inside each and every forest god he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to love her on top of their still bodies as a way to go despoilation as the victor. The depravity began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn Negroid.

There was constant sounds of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's flexure. Not once did the head portion ever escape. Though the head was much thicker than all the knots, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd twitch her eubstance as the head was caught in her meanness.

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

Then there was the bottom, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the shadower slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the seat would almost pitter-patter out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few multiplication the hindquarters spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a rancid flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her mouth, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The keister then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her lilliputian whiz in the spine. With his precum coating the bottom forefront, it began to bear on inward her bantam asshole. Then, she made a surprised pant as the tail went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to crowd in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her clenched fist, loving the feeling of having two parts of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the speech leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blasphemous fancy woman ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming ecstasy and luxuria that had consumed her soundbox and soul by this gunpoint. So, instead ; it felt like the best affair on globe as he continued to use her like a objet d'art of substance. A while of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the resole purpose of him and everyone else there to posit their sick, sensationalistic seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of fertility, religious Adam, ritual madness, these beast worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic putrescence began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each poking caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once inexperienced person body more than and more. The hind end had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensible, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the Sami durability like his putz has. He had to pull out it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her trunk shuddered, a small-scale quantity of his cum squirted out from her arsehole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale skin.

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

'' Look ! He 's about to fulfil the virgin with his seed ! '' One satyr pointed out. The gang swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Arminius and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the first component part of the ceremony was about to be pure and it barely registered as she had just gotten two cargo of nasty cum flooded into her twat, one in her ass and one all over her rear as she had reached back to stroke a nice big pecker that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's soundbox, the satyrs demanded her to puzzle out Madelyn clear to train her body for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the early female person clean the dark goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the early hitter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became top, she happily obliged. They had forced her human face under Arminius, demanding her to fellate on his formal to stimulate the great seed while his precum continued to drop most probably to forget a sloppy hatful on Daisy 's face. Her lip sucked and massaged the rough pouch and licked along some of the furrow as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sugared nectar fell all over her face.

Since the rupture of her virginity, first off it was drops of stock that fell. Then as Hermann continued to turn out his crude member between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her virgin roue has it began to shift.

Though it may not accept been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even know the entire extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the finished virgin is made into a prostitute for their divinity. Another striver laid succeeding to Daisy, licking and suckling on Hermann 's rough and coarse skinned Lucille Ball. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthful of juices, they 'd turn their nous toward each other and lay down out for a few instant, exchanging their dainty with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip apparent movement, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the hard worker next to her as well was driving him into maniacal Department of State. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy plenty as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrust. His ramification were damp, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping fret.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread wide as to not deprive the others of her physical structure. Her plenteous second joint were distribute and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their blue physical structure still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its rule, ping, pretty pussy perfection.

For now, though, it still had gobs of disgusting scandalmongering cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet succus. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the best-loved one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their freight in her puss, they did. If they wanted to lift her hip joint and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this present moment.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his filthy ointment, showered her with it it, he wanted more each clock time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to germinate life history in her productive eubstance specifically, even if that living were an abomination of beast and maiden.

Hermann was close, he slowed his thrusting drive significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each black eye to a greater extent punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's screwing. She was being destroyed in the skillful way. From watching so much animal pleasure over the live on piece 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 come, 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 intemperately and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the swelling on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the filthy creature he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seeded player ! '' he said in a thick raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, vivid thrust that would send every bit of his rooster into spasm and acute 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 twist as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final plunge into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the forefront began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual bliss. He pulled her body into him with his buttocks wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his pelvic arch. His blazon reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maid 's face to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting xanthous filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless wafture. Each mile pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the chief itself more violent than the mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his eubstance, Madi 's header fell backward and her heart closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of virtuous carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could experience every sport of his vile source filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to proceed or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow up down composure, he pulled his vile fellow member out. As like the others and now with his niggling 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 centre. Her representative was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest of drawers heaving. She finally managed to look up about the clip he started to tear out. With each pop of his hammer exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each fourth dimension. When the brain finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was cook.

Some of it splashed on the miss'faces but before too a great deal could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined snatch. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk feel on her case. `` A queen mole rat should n't emaciate her gift, '' she mused and went to bat Arminius 's dick to help pick him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an sheer wad if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was light. The luxuria had consumed her trunk physically, lots like sex could do to a soul. She 'd had countless coming and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever ideate. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt Jehovah. She smiled down at the older daughter and nodded in agreement. `` My papa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never finish Night

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the apparition as the others were too sex drunk to even mark. But this strange touch he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, start in the bunch and join in. Another face of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was overjealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This key corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the painful sensation anymore, yes it hurt beyond impression, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the distortion his torso felt, he found himself outside the church building. But, where the shtup was the town ? There was no Ithiel Town. Just an eternal grape field. There was no whirlybird crash flock within the space, even as the Moon shined there were no mountains in range of mountains. He turned around and saw the church building, a foreign vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't correctly, even for a deity evocation.

Arminius marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent most of his extended human living as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze United States Department of State drippage of his seed was a sight to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to cut off this moment has now become his slave. But then there was something unlike, the statue 's flaccid penis was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not forebode, but it nearly certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for fleshly pleasure for certainly 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 workforce and pushed her face towards the statue 's now raise cock, `` You, stay here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your lingua. ''

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

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

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

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

Her chest of drawers filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to dogs, Hermann simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the gymnastic horse shaped cock was the beginning to feel his new fag from interior. All others were in a rushing to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her mouth and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any study now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine puss and her affectionate mouth.

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

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better savor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more focalize 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 give care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorting. Perhaps the first metre in 100, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyr adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange linguistic communication while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's girl pounded her nubile pussycat in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount up behind her as her knight cocked spouse straddled her over his lap with his Capricorn legs in a squatting position, this new trespasser from can had been able to occupy her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the whore queen regnant she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in battlefront had her mingy pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first substantial tool inside her plump ass. Her manus were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her mouth was servicing every dick that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her mitt and understructure were grabbed by others using her limb to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her lips from one cock to another while others poured wine down their putz into her oral cavity.

rear at the statue, Arminius sat on his throne watching Daisy. His striver kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their natural language. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze man fell from the arm onto Daisy 's mind. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborate, as if mile were begining to farm on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the heading of a buck cock. But the most interesting contingent, a imperial liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

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

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprises, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The miss '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 gap had be seen and excite it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no burden, then as the purple liquid state continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` mouthful 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 sass. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. Sweet wine, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, bright blue angel eyes.

'' Wine ? '' Arminius said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the Lapp divinity the ancient Hellene worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his approving. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingerbreadth under her Chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His natural language reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect. The appreciation alone rejuvenated his verve. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his source in three unlike uterus including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip ribbing at her pitcher's mound as the sound of moist build detrition could be heard.

Hermann then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The set up penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy rest on the shaft. Taking control of her hips once again, Armin moved her hip joint 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 ceremonial. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her swell with some sorting of pridefulness. He moved her pelvic arch against he erect tan cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

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

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

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

exterior Mister O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their glowing was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see flash bulb. He saw Madelyn 's human face in slow motion through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his stifle and rubbed his oculus and then saw through the middle of the lecher who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her bum.

He could find all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that glossy and musky look inside her son of a bitch. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the unit church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the oculus of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the situation and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the battleground and saw a woman in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the girl slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to piss of everything, or even this cleaning woman. The young occult woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare feet and wore nothing but the pristine white frock that was almost like a go for nightie. She had deathly pale tegument, dark hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly dreary eyes.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her vox easy and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute vocalism of Madelyn, but Sir Thomas More mature. She looked down at the knife in his hired man and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Rebel ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle hand moving down to shoot the hired hand he held the knife in bringing it up to throw against her throat.

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

The young woman before Mr. O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd sacrifice him a rationality, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million small art object right hand now and I 'd be rightfield back in your head. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar spirit. Like a family phallus you see in photographs. Or a alien you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dream but you could never recollect 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 big matter you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own fingers went up to touch his impertinence. As she did, all the infliction disappeared from his physical structure but an acute longing and flavour of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

Yet the more he looked at her, the 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 bemused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of masses, but lady, I have no mind who you are. '' But why was she so familiar spirit he wondered, `` okey, you know everything about me, but who the fuck are you ? ``

He had asked her a few interrogative sentence, what he had done to her, who she was, the like. `` No, I do n't imagine so, '' she said and tapped her fingerbreadth against her chin. `` That would make this all too easy for you. Well ... nothing will ever be well-fixed 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 prospicient time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't peach directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a indulgent, eerily equanimity smile. `` You 'll work out it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of natural philosophy, her whole physical structure slid around to brook behind his. Only her feet moved in slow steps. Her assuredness knocker were pressed up against his rear and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hand slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his intellect. Flashes of him and a young cute young lady with garden pink haircloth expenditure time together. The dark she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's shaft or being filled by Arminius. sight of a felicitous time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a playscript, then imagination of her being bunch banged by the satyr in the most intense point.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit one-time than the finish time he saw her but not much. At firstly it looked like she was sleeping but as Sir Thomas More of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her articulatio coxae raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted choker, carpus and articulatio talocruralis cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly sumptuous jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of livid and black sheets and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in trace, slowly sinking a cock that was much too boastfully for a homo lady friend to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd recognise that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her deal fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visual modality, it caused him to react violently. The garden pink haired female child was an old memory, a suppressed retentiveness. Good memory were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the Night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or Bob Hope. Or even redemption.

The visual modality of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a lot as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hip raised and the ominous individual about to take her from nates was a solid dissimilar narration. She was small, slight, a delicate flush. But as the daimon revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member.

It was more hideous than any of the forest god, in many room the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulky clenched fist for the drumhead attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a rooster invade her, was the receive look on her human face.

The look on her face was not a ascertain feel or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the part of the pansy receiving her enthronisation.

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

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't react at all. The young woman 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 hour ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your mind playacting put-on on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could stimulate saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't deserve to bury, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mr. O maintained his scrap position while face to nerve with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few rip streaked down his fount, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of thoroughgoing furore.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a constituent of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. Hell, do it. She might wish it. But she 's in there wondering where you are mighty now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole form would seem to evanesce away into the Nox, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her poise, diffuse lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still think how to give care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to conserve himself, his furore could burst forth at any moment wanting to plunge his blade into the miss. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry boom.

'' Do I remember how to deal for the great unwashed ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to forethought was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more flashes of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in entire movement. There was no sound recording, just her brass in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

Mister O dropped on his knees, his side against the grunge. He could n't terminate seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more than and more. The corruption was settling in. He looked up, the soil that smudged on his brass resembling that of a skull.

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

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

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! fad ! furor !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runes diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was eternal in this new foreign place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivity began to slow down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their nighttime of screwing. Even as Arminius saw the surface of the statue cease to break up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was prison term to make up for the night until the succeeding moon rose.

The alien spoke in Daisy 's brain, `` remain, sweetling. You have pleased me. Now rest. ''

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

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

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

One of the letch had just blew his lode in her ass, filling it with unworthy cum and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the female person coming over to trail him away before he pulled out. She was a wreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every fix. Her whisker was matted with yellow goo.

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young snatch felt amazing for Armin as he slid his member through her ruined off-white from behind. He sat upright with his spinal column against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's branch around Daisy only to infiltrate her with his tail. Soon his own leg and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the girl, his cock still twitched to the feel of being inside Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been numb when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other bridge player, made one happy sound as the rear end slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds former than those of enceinte breathing. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred air mile an minute.

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

What may appear like a calm end to a Nox of celebration really was more like the calm before the storm. Mr. O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't specialize that it was his own nous feeding into him with his images. Then his intellect shifted to older retentivity. As he approached the church with a haste in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His early military fellow that had perished before his centre years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each cheek of his former mate flashed in his judgment, a sudden burst of rage filled his somebody. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyr walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a drinking and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull radiation diagram on his face from the grunge on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mister O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a light blade no doubt, but in penny-pinching after part it served a design. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The lech slumped to the ground with his eyes wide undefendable in stupor. As he lost his ground, Mister O wanted his live on sight to be the grimace of the man who defeated him. The lech 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that aura.

'' Rest in piss, whoreson, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awaken and somewhat mindful. She was the start to see Mister O as he came into the far entryway of the large room. Her eyes widened and her backtalk was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could feel his rage. Something was incorrectly.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the striver miss were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Hermann and company. She looked down at the upright bronze penis with a incredulous expression and shook her caput before leaning against it and watching the case that would come.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their branch and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lech 's head causing a cracking audio. The corruption filling Mister O 's mortal was causing his passion a bit of increased strength. The letch screamed in nuisance and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the lech 's drumhead and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could read on all these animal ? Could he ? Her creative thinker was filled with interrogation and vexation. Madelyn did n't wake up from the racket. She really was incredibly wear out.

Armin was heavy asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his appendages retracted from both girlfriend immediately as he woke up startled. Just the same all the other satyrs and maiden over woke up with a galvanise spirit on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Arminius ! '' Mr. O threatened as he held the bloody vane pointed at him. `` One at your cathouse, and another in the other elbow room. I 'm your blood sacrifice, right ? You want my blood line ? seminal fluid and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The first lecher lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to answer with a forward thrusting kick to the thorax knocking him back. Mister O wasted no prison term in attacking the others in sight. It was open not all the lech were fighters, even with special posture and ability, most could n't pit with Mr. O 's vehemence and experience.

The maiden over screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may experience been prisoner in the beginning, many of the maiden had learn to love these beastly fauna that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to acquit offspring now watched this madman amaze them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full phase of the moon berserk furor. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the satyrs used the opportunity to welt at Mr O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off remainder only to get back up and save attacking.

Armin watched as his covenant was being bested, and then he saw Mister O knocked down one of his satyrs 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 profligate dripped down the incline of his facial expression from one of the slice a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally thrash to the letch 's wrist giving him a slow end.

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up directly and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's engagement with the satyrs as both girls were staring wide eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety device and Daisy seemed to flick to action.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Hermann as if he was going to give her 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 wellspring. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a XIX yr old girlfriend. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that check his furiousness. `` I can run to Two synodic month, like this ! All the way to Two Sun Myung Moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a husky tone as if he were singing kicking camp beat.

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

His chances of natural selection was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue delegation. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his role, his addiction. War was his validation, the rationality for his creation.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue center. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Arminius and sighed. She took a step down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a dim white sparkle shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't appear to like about the former female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her articulatio humeri at Hermann, then walked toward the doorway. She took a hold back halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her office are n't potent yet. Get outside and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

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

The lunar month had set in this constant night. The town and mountain had vanished, there was no star sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no bang team coming. Mr. O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his trunk began to limp. His back was covered with slice. Even his shoulder bled out, virtually of his habiliment was soaked in his own blood.

With his fury waning down, all sound recording seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breath. Then he saw her blonde hair, her shining blond hairsbreadth as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to go about, but his imagination was fading. He was losing too practically blood line too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His paw that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his visual modality was turning inkiness, Mr. O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking representative, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The shadow haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the origin. She stopped watching to let events stretch as they would. The girl would birth to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

Daisy did n't fuck what happened. She felt a cold wash over her and then her dope were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, empty clarification and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some time to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd manner. She wanted to be sick when she and Daisy were static again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

Luckily, it did n't get hold of long to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the satyrs, she could think straight. `` Where 's Mr. O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely emit from how hard she was crying by this point. A ignitor consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared soft and minor and flared up into the Saami lustrous flash. When the ignitor cleared, they were back by the crashed eggbeater. The light was dim. It was very early in the sunup and rain was falling in a drear drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a associate voice, `` Where the ass you come from ? Inferno, where the piece of tail you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the whirlybird clangor. `` You look like shit, do n't incite, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always gracious to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the turnout, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to wait the Heron office in front line of madame damoiselle in suffering. ''

After they switched back to the literal human race or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't certain. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the basis and wrapped her arms around her leg and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still finger and taste their seminal fluid all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residual on both miss and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even depend at fop or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at least a little 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 time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of rake, I need to do a blood blood transfusion. What 's your stock types ? '' Doc asked with a shade of concern. He 'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the fourth dimension.

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

'' salutary ! '' Doc holiday responded as he took one of her sleeve and tied a rubber shoulder strap around her bicep to cause the venous blood vessel to show as well as with Mr. O. Then with his med pack removed a an inebriant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic thermionic tube which he stuck into her vein. profligate began to flow through the tube towards the former end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` knack in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the back.

When Doc said that her line would knead, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the needle. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this one C of time, 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 split had mostly stopped but her eyes were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, clotheshorse saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the trauma the young lady had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please countenance me the purity of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their physical structure were covered.

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

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

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

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

Mister O opened his optic as saw the tubing connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the Strike squad on base approaching from the town. It was then the audio of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to locate 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 tip where she could officiate a bit better.

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

Beau started to search a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not treat with the politics, the sun gon na spring up in about an hour and I ai n't in a kick for tan. ''

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

When Mr. O thanked her for saving his spirit, Daisy shook her head some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't be intimate what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm disconsolate ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't cognise what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her vocalisation hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first whirlybird had landed, it was a unlike model from the one the tap squad rode in. As the side doors opened, men and women in illume tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light blue sky berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with ravishment rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European armed services.

Then the drawing card of this team dismounted from the whirlybird. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed brand on his waist, an old antediluvian Roman gladius stylus steel. He had light brown cutis, inglorious crinkled haircloth with a bit a bit of greyness. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the flock and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girls watched as all the helicopter began to put down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the net hr, it was n't all that impressive.

'' expert morning time, please do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is advert Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the roman print Centurion Conclave. But I need to verbalise to my old friend alone. ''

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the moment, '' Mister O responded, while showing the tube that tethered him to Daisy. `` So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from Eternal City, 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 verbalise to Mr. O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really trusted what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

'' Ya can stay fresh it, darlin, '' Beau offered.

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the number 1 meter and nodded, pulling the whole of the pelage around her as he left and looking between George and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if Beau can go with Madelyn, he simply smiled. `` Can you go with her ? '' She asked quietly, then looked back at the man as he began to talk.

'' Of row, boo, '' he agreed, then his attending turned towards Madelyn, `` Come along, cher. Do n't yah care ‘ bout a matter, yah with the undecomposed bozo now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her rest home. The live on hours had been spent in a sorting of lustful enchantment that was in risk of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't sleep with this man but these people seemed to be here to assist and Daisy had specifically asked him to come with her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to Beau. Her trunk was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' Well, darlin', that I did. There was a sure ogre on the side of the chopper and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah jazz, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the teras away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, skirt. I seemed to induce lost my manner. The public figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to screw. Yah more of squad Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tint, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his body were demonic. Old friend, be thrifty, the satyros are only instrument, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old supporter, this unit pickle was a frame-up from the root. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

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

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

'' That is dead on target, old admirer, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last part 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 info was starting to make more sense the More the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and person was trying to carry care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with broad eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

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

Then while Mister O was lifted on the coping stone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the computing device logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That addict, the panderer that you beat up, old protagonist. It was no coincidence that he was at the same office you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's tending went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am pitiful, but I do not know your gens. But the blueprint was think to be that you save her to the brothel. The Satyros would corroborate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetency for sex was too strong and lost controller of himself which changed everything. Either way, old champion. Signora, we do not know where this all jumper cable, but Italian capital will put up resources to investigate. ''

'' 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 ... bomb. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a bane than benediction, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA agents arrived to see Daisy.

As they carried Mr O on a coping stone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done 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 possess to dwell with our sinning, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a fighter, you 're stronger than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have motion that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mr O on a helicopter while the federal agent directed Daisy to the early one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a battler, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a divergence. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't conceive this was happening. It had all been part of a architectural plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some savage'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 torment and her emotions were flaring up again.

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

Madelyn walked with boyfriend and listened to his story with intent. She was happy for this. It was keeping her judgment off the night 's case and from wondering what was going to take place next. She smiled a picayune when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People phone me Madi sometimes as a moniker, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those book of account came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

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

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, clotheshorse smiled at her and patted her on the cover. `` Ya safety now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't heed if I catch me some beauty rest, '' said beau as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

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

Epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the young woman went down their own path. Daisy had a few 24-hour interval of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of food waste that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to know with all the matter she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so particular about her. The people who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't screw what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to relax and recover, though, as Mr O apparently had former business to give ear to and needed his own clock time to heal.

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

Meanwhile, Mr. O had made a replete recovery. He was in a CIA quickness in a lab. While waiting, one of the Dr. approached him.

'' Mr O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks rule for both lady friend. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the doc reported.

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

'' They both still have live sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then homo sperm can live up to five days max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art first appearance was taking blank space. Prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the dissimilar piece of art. An aristocratic womanhood is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy stories, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised feel, `` Oh, I 'm dismal ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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