Broken holy man

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

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

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

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up adjacent to an old church. Drug habituation rehab star sign posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark courtship, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black hairsbreadth combed in a fauxhawk mode with a scruffy byssus covering with child scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl President Johnson, my epithet is Mr O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to perforate to Carl in the tummy causing him to mislay his hint. `` You do n't look too goodness. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her humble bag of property, she saw the scene going on outside the shopping centre. She gasped and could n't avail but find out. For some understanding she felt compelled to see the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and go up the man, the one in the suit.

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

The former man fell to his knees and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... avail ! call up the police ! ``

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

"Three !"Mr. O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the miss ?"

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

"Two !"Mr. O continued.

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

"Last chance, where is your cult ? '' Mr. O demanded with one cobbler's last terminal monition as he pulled the pounding back on his pistol.

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

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

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

Mr O paused when he heard the girl susurration to him. He had been so lodge in with the now bait man he did n't notice the little girl coming. But, hearing the musical phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off safeguard.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to 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 triumphant. He then asked if she was going to aid and something about Illuminati codification words. She seemed even more disconnected for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and winking. `` I ... I do n't get it on. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it intend ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means visible radiation Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my brass, it was computer code to enter secret catacombs under specific town undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not routine someone spouts out ancient code. ``

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

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

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

Then the electronic computer concealment filled with various records, constabulary record book, medical phonograph recording all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no disk of affiliation to any mystical gild, cabal, or shadow arrangement. cause a practiced day. ''

Daisy stared at the figurer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to get it on 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 records. Even the unity from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't assist but let out a soft giggle when it seemed energize about the TV show. A reckoner 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 Mr. O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and function outside the kingdom of normal by societal measure. 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 conform to you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her story was and she ran a hand through her whisker, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A depressed heroine addict who can never get her life together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't think so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random planetary house in smooth suburban area. It was nothing out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulations.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her mansion. Daisy, look, you probably have no approximation what the fuck is going on. But, I need your supporter, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the fomite and made his way towards the trunk and opened the room access. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his berm. `` The social movement door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you spread it for me while I carry this SOB interior ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr O said as he nodded towards one of the mob portraits that hung up on the paries. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage miss with dye blue hair, a real cute smile and a lady friend next door type of beaut.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the menage portrayal as Mister O explained the situation in more than point. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the girl was okay, then had a thinking and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the adult female in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blonde watched Mr. O as he continued to behave the man towards the basement doorway only to open up it and hurl him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll consider with him if he wakes up. If not, we have way of life to probe his memories. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many whole kit of abstract art hung on the bulwark.

Daisy ran a script through her hair, nodding as he explained the process. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing somebody 's mind for memories, but figured it was n't the weird thing she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from slice to piece. `` 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 easy to severalize once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a bit and then back to the art. Running her digit over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't have sex how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to ingest some meaning to him, or be leaving a subject matter to someone ... Do you know if the runic letter have any ties 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 meliorate 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 pill already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the theater at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an clause online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving home from employment during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his tab which seemed to short-circuit all watchword restricted programme which he brought up an email from the daughter 's Fatherhood :

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in lupus erythematosus than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up versatile supernatural site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion hooey, I 'm talking stuff and nonsense under the oculus of Venezia. And then three days ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mr O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a known pimp. Likes to sell girl struggling out in the street, more specifically college daughter barely able to keep their tuition costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's fade 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 word. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girlfriend might be okay or comfortable to feel. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The young woman 's mother was utterly, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The email from the Padre made her tum routine. It seemed ... off. things were bad and were going to get unfit from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runic letter once more, running a bridge player through her blonde hair.

'' This unanimous affair makes me upchuck, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't get it on how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this pipeline up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy roleplay into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a head to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the door, `` assist ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in frustration, `` okay, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too much for you to treat. But, I 'm going to open that room access and I 'm going to vex the entropy out of him. You can leave or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a bass breathing time when he said that he was going to go stick the information 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 still given the situation. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of coffin nail from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

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

Then the man screamed in agonizing pain in the neck. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was secrecy. The door opened and Mr. O stuck his read/write head out the door for a second.

Daisy did n't pay aid to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the sounds coming from inside the house and smoked her cigaret. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, rum as to what was going to bechance next.

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

'' We got a hint, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian territory 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 hint. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost individual

Minutes began to tramp by as the SUV now entered the throughway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult grouping. They usually have in effect funding operations, therefore they can pay scum 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 path to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the bordello is a meet up power point to exchange the missy for money with the rage. But, here 's the thing, based on the kinsperson portraits and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a inviolable adhesion with her footstep father. But after him disappearing and then her mom loss, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the father is a dupe or is he one of the 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 tomentum. When he asked the interrogative sentence, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogative and I have a sick tactile sensation about it. To me, the signs dot 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 wish it at all, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car radio set and the post playing was that of the news. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United land has recognized two clip Nobel heartsease dirty money recipient role, Sebastian Saint to direct the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just northward of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the nonsuch choice for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mr O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's crawler and you 'll pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother innkeeper, I 'll separate them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some get it on answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radio appearance and she could n't visualise out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no thought who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to get word any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to relieve oneself herself look the parting more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to pass on rehab. She lifted her hired hand and ruffled up her hair some and few modest smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her facial expression like she had put up a bit of a fight and had watery-eyed eye recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge heap but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a stunt man proceeds. The aspect of her being upset no dubiousness appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for function in life.

'' You look enceinte, '' he responded, `` I mean you look expectant in the sense that I believe it 'll evanesce. '' And then as they got off the pike, they passed a polarity notifying their entry into Little Albania, a residential area of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the biotic community also lurked a surreptitious religious sect of cultists using the community to blot out their phantasma work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a auberge of some variety. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the threshold, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked groovy and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would snuff it. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a myopic movement to the function of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to search out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the edifice and domicile, 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 prison term before eventually pulling over. He backed in his fomite a dyad pulley block from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice burden and drop rider.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` play along my spark advance and defy every now and then. The guy in the bus check across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the like spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the function. `` I can be a pretty dependable actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the rough handling. She knew it was piece of the act. She put a heavy frown on her face and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd plow her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and tell him to let her go.

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

Inside to a greater extent homeless looking strayer stood near the entryway, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's part, all the tenant unit door were open, inside the pile of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking extraneous were being forced to serve senior men.

One way in picky had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was flyspeck with such a babe face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a gown which she was barely removing when one of the three former gentleman's gentleman inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated racket as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving soil looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless person made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. share of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new environment. She was looking in the room at the poor fille and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the doorway. These pitiful girls, god only knew the affair that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the building part, `` vino, cleaning woman, to which I act the giddy laughingstock, '' he said to the people in the federal agency. `` I work for Carl LBJ, '' Mister O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a bit, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the backbone of the situation chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy emphasis, `` Okay, up stairs. Third storey, way 314. We give you $ 500 excess if she is virgin like girl with blue hair's-breadth. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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

Around his body were a couple of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a defenseless daughter appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit vertical as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the place, Mister O noticed the young miss had the man 's cum dripping from her swollen vaginal rim. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a somewhat young girl and could plainly see the come dripping from her.

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

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

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

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each step his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is crucial is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his semen into fertile consistency like yours. My advantage ... .eternal young person. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable itch to plant his seed. '' As he explains his purpose with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the uterus is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's young will uprise 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 berm at the girl and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his tooth were like fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animate being, then a long fortuity with his tongue licked her from her neck opening then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... unacceptable ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for century ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her trouser as if he was in a hurry to divest her. Something about her olfactory property and gustatory sensation caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

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

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

With a smell of insatiate lust in the horn man 's nerve, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two moons when my kin industrial plant Djall 's come into the virgin by the Father-God, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born afresh and your offspring shall aid usher his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his trouser as his vile phallus, a grotesque translation of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd shapes like that of a serial of grayback and he-man piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her second joint along with her step-in and here he was pulling his tool out of his pants. This man did n't even seem to notice the gunshots 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 tactile property of her cunt rubbing against the top of the irradiation. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some party favor with whoever this guy was at the price of her own self-regard.

Her eyes saw his vile prick as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so unknown and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her articulatio coxae and put her script on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and give your lord offspring, I 'll have a gamey luck of being rewarded for my military service ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me undecomposed and wet before you put that big affair in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of grade, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smiling was a villainous one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his knife escaped his lips. It was a hanker skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His optic also began to shift as though they were like a serpent as it slithered on her exhibit cutis. But then he grabbed her carpus and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want stimulation ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to breed the fertile organic structure ! ! '' With that he moved his pelvic girdle trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to location it to penetrate her.

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

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

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

Along with Daisy, Mister O clear fired on him. The bullets were effective against him, though being increased in king it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a rule human being being.

Stunned, the tusk man complained in disbelief with his final lyric, `` No, unacceptable ! I am eonian ! 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 all in before enjoying some aphrodisiac time with my admirer. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the youthful little girl '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 outset few gibe from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the former little girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her wearing apparel.

'' I do n't know who you are, sweetie, but if you have somebody to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere secure. Get a morning time after tablet and tell them what happened or as often as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor fille. With that, she reassuringly fixed the miss hair's-breadth and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the guesswork had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the post. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the little girl, it 's possible they 're carrying nipper of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be capable to help them. Let 's pass back to Madelyn 's business firm until we have more details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a easygoing, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had memory access coming to care for the lady friend and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the sign of the zodiac, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Church Father and was a Virgin they were using to mobilise ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in U.S.A. ? Strange that they would cite him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of spring chicken and manliness. But then that would think the runic letter hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runic letter. A substance to make up her body subject of his acceptance. But, two lunar month, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the luck to do so.

'' okey, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a know Virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American English tradition these days, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to hear to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always Virgo the Virgin, at least in the old stories and wives tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the commentary about there not being many virgin in America, nodding and letting out a low jest. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large new wave pulled in. From the whirlybird, men and women in tactical gear wheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the caravan, many in dark suits arrived.

'' private eye O, we will adopt it from here, '' said a woman from one of the trucks with drab hair which seemed to be in guardianship, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA darkness Spectrum clean up bunch and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden spate of people in the dark suits with fight boots. `` I was able to call in in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her kind which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you experience anything outside of the norm ? model, a buzzing in your nous, or second sight like visual modality, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can discover what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't see it out now, it 'll take in to hold off until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - Family reunion

minute earlier, in an undisclosed position, a small abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with Aaron's rod in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and marking. Eerie effigies surround the church building, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the townsfolk through the windowpane. He appeared in his forties and had gray hairsbreadth. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue holy man 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 device driver seat and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and upset. Her optic were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in Day. No one would talk to her and tell her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was important.

She 'd been taken from her hollow menage home by some creep and taken to a construction wax of scumbags and poor girls 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 au naturel and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, stale food and given body of water to toast. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute wench and plaid blouse with knee-hi air sock and flats to match. Her hair was messed up and her constitution was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

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

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their exhaust hood, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her piano, gravelly voice. A vocalism boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My dark saint, '' said the man inside the Christian church. The man who married her mother when she was a small nestling, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my blue holy man. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so fox as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a wraith. Looking over in the direction of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the little girl trailed off. There was obvious reverence in her center and she did n't bed what to think or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no uncertainty he had keen affection for the Loretta Young girl, `` 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 ground. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to bring a behind.

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a cramped van with four stranger. I 'd rather stand, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously fuddle and scared and hurt over what had happened the live on days.

Her male parent began to explicate the situation, `` I know you have many questions, beauty, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life story and I 've been alive a recollective time. When I met your mother, it was by stroke and I fell in passion with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her better half abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could experience it. How special you were, and it was my dandy joy to watch over you grow. But what you have to infer is that my life 's intent was to regain the straight vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many students I had taught in my college learning humanistic discipline grade, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first gear year of college and came to confab me in my classroom. Do you think how I showed you my graphics ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signaling, the glowing runic letter, I knew I had to take aim them nursing home and leave 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 pal know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to evince you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make mother wit to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft level or something. She was so fox and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her brain and fight the crying building up in her eyes.

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

'' You asked who all these people are, they are our chum, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will process you. Djall can also contribute your female parent back, but there is something that must be done, '' her Church Father continued.

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

'' What do you have in mind he can bring mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all crazy. I just want to go domicile. I want you to number menage, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

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

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to translate, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a foresighted time, prospicient than most. You see, I have found a way to shaft death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my base of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artifact that my clan and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unknown statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His dead body leaned back slightly with his bridge player holding up at the English. Another worry item was that of the satyr 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her forefather as he spoke. She tried to mind to what he was saying and survey the affair he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some stinky sci-fi movie or Lovecraft floor. It was strange to hear him sing like this. He was usually so consistent and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually mad.

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

'' They ca n't bring back mama, it does n't operate like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't bring that easily. Something will go ill-timed. This is all softheaded ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breathing spell, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his paw at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a mother wit of seriousness and a arse tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will go clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unusual foreign spoken language.

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

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to prevent her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to feel her trunk with their hired man. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the compact, then soon he shall fall to aliveness ! ''

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their helping hand off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to commit away more aggressively. It was no use for the low missy though as she was soon catch and basically dragged toward the figurehead of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark paries of the Christian church glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to beam. Her Father-God stared at it for a second, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his brow as standardised markings on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide of the mark center and an open sassing when her Father-God began to grow horns and luminescence. She had thought the early men were just brainsick and using some composition or something but now, she was stunned. Her subdivision were being held and there were manpower all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no farsighted fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be very. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Sun Myung Moon

Present time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red luminosity began to claxon in the mall console table. Mister O then pressed a release on the vehicle which caused the Same LCD monitor lizard as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a light-haired woman that began to blab out with a European accent, '' greeting, operative O,

'' Alright, what do you receive for me Gretchen ? '' said Mister O responding to the cleaning lady in the screenland named Gretchen.

'' It seems the man you disposed of in the third flooring is a forest god, '' she answered.

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in peculiar we believe was man born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Saame deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellene as the god of grape vine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual lunacy, fertility, and religious rapture. ``

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

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

"Alright, restrain me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the woman and then at Mr O a few clock time and took in all the data, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the song was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to cut off his thoughts.

Mister O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul flair trucks 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 outstanding avail, but you are a civilian and not a trained private investigator. I 'm sure you have interrogative that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the lech implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your divine service today and we will be in tactile sensation if you should adjudicate to retrieve reply to those query. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any address you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr O before he turned around and walked towards the front room access without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her mouth and shook her school principal.

'' 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 fille returned to prophylactic and wanted to be intimate what the satyr meant but she did n't recognize what to do. `` auf wiedersehen, '' she said and waved a little bit.

But then something foreign happened, an terra incognita entity began whispering in her mind, `` Open your brain, sweetling. give it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church as if she were there. She began to count around and see all the affair going on. The particular filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely au naturel and thrusting savagely into a young adult female that appeared in her mid 20. And then there was another riding another letch rocking her coxa to pleasure him. There were plenty of miss there seeking to take massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the Cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would extend to their digit in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Loretta Young daughter, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any point that would head them there.

Just behind the Father-God 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 township. Outside of the church seemed barren. But then, there was one sign that left a clew to their location. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a star sign that read, `` Two lunation Vineyard. ``

The foster away from the church service, the stranger the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the stellar planes. A black raven suddenly landed powerful in social movement of Daisy, and then another. Soon a troop of raven flew in circuit around her which eventually caused nigrify skunk to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around around her. Then, she heard the plangency and winced.

Within the blackamoor smoke, a man in dark and pull clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his nous was covered in a Black person bag while wielding two fossil oil looking brand. He approached Daisy with his forefront down and Echo of indistinct whisper continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

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

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

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't consider her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at study. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to know better than to dismiss a lead story, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the incline of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

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

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd mind to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how meddling the low kinsperson home had gotten since just a few hour ago. There were a lot more mass here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their gear. She also tried to delay out of the way and followed Mr O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different gearing, rather than the wooing the others wore, they all each had on regular vesture such as jean pants or load with t-shirts along with black tactical train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in room decorator clothing. While the military looking unity had nucha and face fungus with short hair, this former valet had long hairsbreadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with several throwing dagger and a scrap blade.

'' fountainhead, O, glad yah can unite us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one script to greet her `` Well how-do-you-do, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just hollo me sheik, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed magnetic though his heart were a tint of red with pale skin.

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

'' okey, Daisy, this is the rap squad that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met fop, the one with the short circuit one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowboy ball cap is Doc Holiday, our trefoil. Nate `` One Time '' Glenda Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please excuse what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr. O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to compile her intellection a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a formula one. It was crowded. There were mass dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a bluing haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a wench 's eye view of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapeshot champaign ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of birth rate, spiritual X, ritual lunacy, and wine making. A hedonic deity. It would make sense if they chose a seat near the harvest of vino, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to change out his apparel into jeans and a t-shirt with kick and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of boyfriend continued to await on the map.

Beau being his normal ego tried to take lighter of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't cry myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the processes in his head to cypher out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to look at him and then gasped a niggling as he revealed his fang.

'' okey, fashion plate, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammunition pouches of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vinery. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons vinery, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, night, and intimate, '' she said and ran a helping hand through her fuzz. `` The Ithiel Town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her Father of the Church with the others. ``

'' Two moonlight vinery ? '' Mr O replied to confirm her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the earthly concern in two moons, I thought they meant in two dark. If they 're engaged in depraved Acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the residual looked at each former for a second, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow specter. They 're bringers of death and day of reckoning. They're usually found near hospitals, calamity, terrorist attacks. ''

'' Or all over Sunshine State, '' Doc holiday chimed in.

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means Death and wipeout is coming, '' Mr. O explained while making his way out the sign and into one of the trucks. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping assholes, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is sure to top to mass end, '' he explained.

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

Chapter 6 - Black raven Down

The campaign in one of the motortruck was n't practically meaning. A lot of the team members including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several Ithiel Town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us discover which townsfolk looks intimate to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! forest fire fighter ! '' Strike Team Operator war hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more gamy testosterone muscle drumhead type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd accept to facilitate them figure out which Town was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's all in there. Like a barren, '' she explained, then gave gallant a footling smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't listen it too much.

'' Do n't ya interest, cher, '' fashion plate said to Daisy as he dismounted the truck, `` I 'm not one to be forte ... at least not outside the bedchamber. ''

When sheik spoke again, Daisy gave him a petty smirk and shook her head. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a subtle flash. Then, she looked at the helicopters with awe, having never been on one, and nodded at Mr O before following him.

Outside of the motortruck in an afford field, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One fourth dimension, '' and war hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc vacation, clotheshorse, and Mr O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to repulse the hand truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The chopper although dark blue seemed as ignominious as the night itself, unmarked and solid in colouring material. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the border on opposite ends of the eggbeater with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphone on to communicate with each early over the loud propeller dissonance as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minute of arc out. ``

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

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's view, muzzle New York minute could be seen in Big Papi 's eggbeater. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the locomotive caught on fire. The blonde gasped when she saw the flashes from the former helicopter.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her doubt was soon do and there were more crucial things as the other helicopter caught on ardour and started to go down.

'' O, we have a vestige wraith on plug-in, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our razzing is going down ! '' for sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and intemperately landing place.

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along incline of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open up fired, then Mr O as it shifted from side of meat to side. The Corvus corax poofed into opprobrious smoke and appeared as a man with fossil oil blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the wight appeared in their helicopter and she did n't live what to do as she watched the while buffer was eliminated.

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

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

Doc tried his Charles Herbert Best to film control of the helicopter, but he was no airplane pilot. Mr O on the other manus 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 bear to jump at some point so she had untie her bang. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her fount and in that minute time felt as it slowed down. The few time he saw her smile like when she tried to look her part for the bawdyhouse which caught his attention, perhaps a sense of draw he felt. Though he was n't going to intromit it to her, but that mickle of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the book binding of her question and tucked her into his shoulder to facilitate her brace for the impending crash.

As the meat cleaver went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her thorax and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mr O. She was n't sure what happened future. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to recall the next few second. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a organize crash but still spun around and slide across the vinery like a romp train that had been derailed at mellow speed.

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

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

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

'' involve them both, '' Madelyn 's male parent ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mr O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them find our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to get behind them both towards the church to keep their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - pass Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking query. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual turn and obscure rituals in front of her and it seemed to have some consequence on the young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual vigour of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more Stoic. The previous night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the fair sex in the furore took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to love the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatize that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some military unit was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the campaign she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't center on the opinion long enough to envision out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her Padre using her for such rituals still made her require to check into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in different situation along her curvaceous eubstance. She did n't accredit them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the batting cage and made to take in more sexual rite, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the wallop but by some force she did n't know and she 'd gone into a thick, dingy 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 regain herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very pitiful state from the impact and the dragging. Some harm may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mr O did n't cognize how foresightful he was out, but another splattering of cold weewee was thrown on his face giving him a shock to finally wake up up. He 'd been out for quite some clip, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is requirement for the blood sacrifice to watch the Virgo the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to frighten me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your go epithet is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn more about him. ''

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

Armin did n't depend too pleased. Perhaps not the form of response he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will call on into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful populace, '' Armin warned.

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

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the Virgin will be offered up for all to relish ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the lech and maiden, vino was served by distaff cultists appearing to be joy slaves for the observance. Armin, Madelyn 's Church Father appeared to be leading the charade 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 restrained as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her Father-God introduce the outset of the ceremonial occasion. A flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of set and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't let to drag her. After a mo of waver, she took a deep hint, stood up and let them contain her handwriting and avail her footstep down from the platform that the John Cage was one. The young cleaning lady was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its independent result, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the celebration. `` Bring the cleaning woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's gloriole, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful itch with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Hermann mastery for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a firm hold of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much strong 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 stand just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of remorse hidden in that smile.

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

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of Male to female was clear more with the Male. To every two or three Male, they had to contribution a female among the group. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the communion table before Arminius, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. Much of the satyrs'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 scrap, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how penetrating those hook were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvellous than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her torso had a little Thomas More maturity to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to delight this, assisting them in whatever chore they were trying to accomplish or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with image jewellery as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the ceremonial occasion while her father continued to thrust and get through two of the hard worker, one after the other.

While most of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female partners like ferine animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew car horn, his transmutation has quite a ways to acquire like the others. He had grown his French horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly build. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The former lech'lower consistence were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shape cocks. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic creatures and with full reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the lech, much like the one from the whorehouse had the Same uniquely mold cock as he did. It was red and the calamus knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the top dog portion was much more of the common mushroom cloud shape. The former, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither office was skinny per se, but the cock appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the adult female servicing Arminius stood up and took Madelyn by her manus and led her to her Father-God. `` Give your pa a candy kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious look while he seemed to be in a unusual enchantment while his turncock penetrated the other female child. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his shift completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in straw man of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a small hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her back talk pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to arouse inside her. She went back to his sassing and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arm wrapping around his neck.

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

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped peter began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each Calidris canutus had a point of input. The former with the Equus caballus like influence 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 front twitching against her clit.

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

It was n't too long until the one in the hind let out his forked tongue as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her pelt. The other, also having a biramous tongue licked her from the hindquarters of her chin then up her lips trying to smack her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her psyche back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the other started to bat her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to learn her, but it seemed as if they could recede their control any bit. Then behind the lech in front of her, a shadowed man with a fellow voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you like to resist ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at kickoff Arminius 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming youthful lady he raised since her childhood. But the More their snog continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the double tongues the others had.

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

Passionate buss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to sample her from inside her sassing. enjoyable moan became beast like growls. One of his manpower grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

And she easily guessed what he was going to do next as he pulled his glossa 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 cock out of the slave. In presence of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a clip causing a popping strait with each mi that escaped the woman 's garden pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom conformation, the foreland dower seemed to continually run and jerk like a flex sinew. `` Clean it up, '' Hermann demanded, `` my gloomy saint. ``

The unseasoned girl was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green centre, licking the thick saliva off her lip. He told her to pick him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, pop, '' she said and then looked at his pecker.

Her reluctance returned but she made herself lean down and cream some of his ejaculate off the cock and then often like with the buss, once she had the start taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to have no job with her facial expression getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could encounter. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's stopcock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each slub touched pulsated causing the tip to cover to seep out more than of his source. Watching his little young lady use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her cheek below him servicing his dark desires.

The depravation was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to strike the others as the energy became more vivid. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you require to taste it ? '' He asked.

The tidings seemed to settle into Daisy 's nous as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Cy Young girl lick her beginner 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the vocalism asked her if she wanted to taste the turncock, she moaned out gaudy and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your sassing. Use your body to make him transform once Sir Thomas More. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Arminius roared as he felt her rima oris bob on his tool. While inside her oral fissure, it was solve his stopcock reacted to every I touching. The other two satyr may make backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to try out her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final ingredient to devote each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to savour her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly wage hike and fall in a calendar method with his lacing and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and mouth.

Her header bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slow her John L. H. Down. She seemed hungry and tug to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the portion of the hammer her lip could n't hit, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to dawn her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the entirely driving. number one your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lecher put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her optic when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his pectus, seeming to revel in the Bible and the impression of his tantalization. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her manus and then she began to stroke the lower region of the turncock enthusiastically, a little grin coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her soundbox against his thorax gave him a blissful aspect on his face, a perverse expression of expiation even if he was n't penetrating her. In his idea, he was feeling the pleasure of royal line under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her ramification upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the early slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it incline to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very practically enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female person rub the shaft against her virgin twat rim, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the tool was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

As Sir Thomas More lech approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal house, kissing and licking her pes. These frightening creatures of tarradiddle seeming to beg for her warmness, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our holy watercraft ! '' they begged. The other lech were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their spot and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable lieu while a slave and satyr continued to throw unholy make love above him caused him to recoil the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't respond to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front end of Arminius and the lady friend.

'' interloper, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneel before me servicing my joy. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's head word onto the shaft of his bead cock and slid their sass towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your fan where your trueness lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor for a moment when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the corner of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the large pecker 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 Mr. O with an incredibly excusatory look ... but she could n't blockade.

The lust was too potent inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large chunk as her oral cavity pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to part it with Madelyn. By the sentence they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective activeness going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this whole billet was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a Virgin corruptness, but the tot signified of perfidy corruption ? Djall was the god of delight, not pain and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too practically thought into her kinship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his companionship and there was not a lot else she could say. She felt dreaded for him having to watch this, but she could n't quit herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a small part of her could care redress now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a feast. Something about her in special that kept causing him to ignite inside the slave riding him. The other hard worker took notice as well taking tour riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark filth.

Meanwhile, the forest god with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her wooden leg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thigh and pussy feel his horse like putz pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the letch get-up-and-go her tight legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft skin of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his hammer, drinking most of it.

Hermann enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his hammer towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to charter him her mouth. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the former satyr 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own dick. He then pushed Daisy 's top dog underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to thrash up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth all-inclusive, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her mouth and chin. She took her forefather into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's head movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's pegleg, loving the gustation and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvic arch each sentence Madelyn bobbed her foreland forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each thrusting. The lady friend had ceased to be his daughter, his blue angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in help to his deity. Inside her rima oris, the straits of his rooster continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's centre were wide of the mark. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, putting green oculus looked around at the other forest god, up at her Padre and over at Daisy. The rooster in her mouth was going deeply than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy a lot drooled even more as the peter rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exude out. Though it was duncish and slimy, much salty than a homo. Even the gloss resembled a yellowish or tan flavor to it rather than Elwyn Brooks White. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life story as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual dirt. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her face on his rough skinned clump.

Being a satyr himself and from his finally shift during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry branch, the cloven fundament. His egg had dark skin and a musky flavour to it. It was not a strong body olfactory property. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with travail. But the more he thrusted his prick into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to smother the lower parts of her face under him.

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

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

On his cover, with his forked knife the forest god continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink blossom. His tongue stretched out much longer and his spittle much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each clout, his drool coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon attenuation innocence hovering over his typeface made him insatiable as he gave her one foresighted stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other forest god did n't listen licking her butt end hole, tasting her raw parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Armin decided to step up the situation. With handwriting movements, 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 phallus. `` Let the Virgo the Virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious undertaking to tempt the two more into their animal corruption.

Daisy had been about to offer her bitch to Hermann since the umbrageous figure had said that he needed a final translation, but then everyone began to stake away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and atom of jaundiced ejaculate.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a appearance. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to thing already but did n't reckon 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 arm around each former and kissing in a heated warmth, letting their knife dance in each other 's oral cavity.

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

The overshadow man with the familiar vocalism emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and soft voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and sense you. These depraved puppet, I can sense you through them. For each one you touch, you also match me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you desire me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a delirium as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood adjacent to Arminius. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Australian crawl back to me, sweetling. take up my phallus in your mouth one last time before I take your consistence. I shall take you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your pain to end ? Did you not delight this smell of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can experience you. It is the link between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will forget. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my catch, continue me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to agnize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when clip seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the word of honor he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming waving of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to go away her alone.

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

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

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

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

Daisy felt and heard the arrest gingersnap around her cervix and a new Wave washed over her, this one of expiation with belonging. There were still a pit of forlornness in her breadbasket and the slight feeling of betrayal on her own part.

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

She felt him rear her up and it was a big feel. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hired man and knees toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his tidal bore tool in position to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me find you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - compass point of No Return

The capitulum of his cock pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy take it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her cunt was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, thick, knotted peter slid easily into her with only minimum stretching and force required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her rim. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A garish, rich moan escaped Daisy 's lip as mi after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and slid oceanic abyss inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged late inside her.

Hermann sat there like a Billie Jean King as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his nasty scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to make up for the boisterous hide, but he wanted his footling girl to be contribution of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course of study, there was n't very much power required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough skin. She had to capture her breathing time 3when she could but she did n't look to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a excrescence had formed on her down belly from the swelling of each Calidris canutus. Then he slowly raised her up only to bang her back down. The Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of his cock was unique, it was more pugnacious. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a pattern human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that trench into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the piece of work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitement on her fount when he began to pull her fit consistence up and thrash it back down. The build of his hammer made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvic arch to serve him, then put her hands on his shoulder to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the force of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the taking into custody the first time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take away long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Armin was no farseeing a man, but a wolf, a mythological creature of pure lecherousness. Even his Ball began slapdash Madelyn 's facial expression the more he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in intense pleasure as he began to savagely throw into her stiff, slick pussy. Her physical structure was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain for everyone around to see.

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

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard duty as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting duet of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her centre were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage thrusts, using her soundbox for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake in the grass and slithered around on her mouth. spit flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that firstly knife thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain sensation and pure pleasance. That thrust was surd and brutish. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs tight around him and leaned her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck opening.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretching and painful sensation. Daisy only seemed to give off of it more and he kept ramming into her eubstance and causing her to groan out loudly and go with each thrust. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to calculate More animate being like rather than human with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to pair.

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

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

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

Armin 's body stance was also very animal like, or yet more cold. instead than thrusting while on his human knee as nearly would in that particular position between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend position, he had Daisy 's rose hip slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to push the excrescence on her belly out more. It was because of this perspective that the bulges had an upshot while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being capable to invoke both girls that was expediting his shift.

Daisy was laying on her cover and taking Arminius like a whore. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal blissfulness and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the early satyr, his began to advance evolve. Unlike the human being like shaped legs, Arminius 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His pegleg continued to change its conformation into a goat like var. giving him more flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his hunker position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those snick moving back and forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hands on her founder 's shoulder joint.

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

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

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her mendicancy seemed to send out him into a delirium. She was grinding her hip intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's tegument, letting all of them craunch against her virgin cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's cutis below her glisten, combining with the travail. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to get the picture her ample breasts and power play and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her thorax into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their indirect request. Armin shoved his turncock into her with one final stage final pushing, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his tool went into convulsions spewing his dirty seminal fluid inside her. Even through the swelling, his pecker twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her trunk was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellow source began to flood her womb and flood around from around the shaft to make a nether region of a smelly, sticky good deal between their pegleg.

Armin howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor earth tremor pushing out the stopping point squirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's dead body as it exploring her.

Armin 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 cock, but instead rigid bumps throughout the debunk cutis and at the tip, a mushroom cloud shaped nous with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seeded player. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her pelvic arch and moved her helping hand down to roughly knead the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to hunker like an creature in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a look of subjugation. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's eubstance as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

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

Mister O looked at Armin with a sinister grinning. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an backer ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest affair to an Angel I 'll ever be is match. Even then, he had a doughnut at one point, now he has horns even bigger than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

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

Daisy moaned as each of his international nautical mile 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 toothsome lip. Some dripped out in dim current, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was aught compared to the amount of money of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his goat like leg, his humanness sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's torso. His new form revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail as if it were a terzetto, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck opening and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to set about. The statue was in the flesh of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid phallus and his chest of drawers outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her decent way to run back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's branch were placed on each hand keeping them ranch open. 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.

Armin presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final mo of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the altogether elbow room with her Virgo the Virgin pussy exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in presence of her deflower her with his depraved, sensationalistic seed and sealed her station as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Arminius while swallowing up Daisy in the bunch. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become mediocre plot to the relief of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their carnal drunken revelry as one satyr placed her on his lap with her rachis against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and toilsome thick veins spiraling around the beam 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 quirkiness for her to orally pleasure them and relish.

Daisy was trying to amount down from the immense high she 'd just feel and was starting to get to the detail where she could almost see straight again when the gang began to proceed and she found herself voice of it. She was placed in a lech 's lap and it was bare moments before his cock was shoved bass inside her ill-used slit, mucilaginous and slick with the semen of their drawing card.

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

Mister O knew the letch had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his flush. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crew continued to pour cheeseparing to the statue, Mr O had used the opportunity to escape and err away undetected from their misdirection.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her organic structure as if she were nothing more than than an object for his satisfaction. The more vivid her trunk pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasure from her began to transform. almost commonly, the caprine animal like hind legs. Soon the former satyrs took posting and wanted her body to transmute as well as it seemed to be requirement to be suitable of their new poof 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a high party. She 'd ride person until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her lip and hired man. She 'd get knack over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her sassing as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile semen, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a whore decently now.

Having the hind legs made the satyr to a greater extent nimble and pliable to consume her in different spatial relation. One had Daisy straddling over his wooden leg face to side as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her bridge player on his shoulders 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 nates cheeks.

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

She loved being image 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 and stretch over the fountainhead of his yearning cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the shaft of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her effort and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At 1st, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to front at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't waitress for them to be the one in front end of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange prick inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her father and she gave him that like look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs give to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his grueling tongue right field on her tiny star topology below her virgin puss. Then with a long heavy stroke, his glossa rode up her on the sheepcote tasting her mound and continued upwards riding up her body. He then sucked on each of her breast, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a unworthy mess. Then his natural language continued to rally up some more until it found its way in her oral cavity.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his clapper from her mouth, a long pedigree of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The blue air haired girlfriend moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale cutis. His tail rose up, now with more command it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each knot aegir, the nous wanting, the hide itself coated in his own ejaculate as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue Angel Falls 's sinlessness. His ass wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lips. His men around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared adjacent to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the saturation. The head continued to force its way into her pearl 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 muscles tended as his great cock pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to force against her stamp. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't surely what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouthpiece began to drop with Thomas More drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to cover had returned. Then finally, the head teacher of his phallus broke through her SEAL of purity. purity forever lost to a vile spear of foulness.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more intense wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his prostitute now. In this moment, she wanted this Night to final forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their dick in every potential place in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to cower around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a mi inside her. Then again, with each grayback being forced in harder than before. He was not making love to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His dismal angel no more, instead his new filthy whore.

A few drops of stock escaped her cunt but not much more than that. Her snatch was nasty and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to do love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to sleep with her like the creature they were, like the pansy whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his evasion. weariness and enfeeblement slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to bonk his new breeding bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her stock from her lost sinlessness had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in bother. He was a line of descent sacrifice, the ceremonial occasion had taken result on him. The more he tried to creep away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the taint of purity with filth, the soiled mating of beastly tool and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his uncouth member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly shaped cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although intemperate and house, it began to twist on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to sense more of her privileged paries as her consistency swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her knoll had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such typesetter's case were known to go on with the clans of the wolfman plurality, but this was a first for a lech. Inside her, his rooster continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself cohere inside her. It was a good feeling no dubiety. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her soundbox the Same way, she grunted a niggling and lowered her read/write head from its backward position and opened her eyes to attend down in confusedness. The tightness now really go under in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his dick out of her ... a good problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every fourth dimension he yanked on her twat and forced her body forward but it was not a bad smell. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight paries squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no question. Though despicable and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his fundamental impulse consumed him causing him to jerk his articulatio coxae frantically trying to pull out one air mile out. He continued his hip motility stretching her lip as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly irritating, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to retell his footmark, she cried out in bliss as her consistence shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't sleep with it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple climax for the past few minute, short-change little bursts of vivid pleasure that made the pain in the ass like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a tangible climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat energy. Soon he was popping two knots at a prison term and slamming them back into her petite body. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him atonement to the former-man turned animal. a good deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of sexual perversion and lustful pleasure as his tongue hung out of his oral cavity like an animal while his slobber flew with each golf shot.

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

Daisy was in promised land. She 'd done plenitude of naughty things in here aliveness with all kinds of people and herself, both on photographic camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its piece of work on Daisy too. She was happy to take peter after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow up all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female to occur and kiss her ; lick her, discernment her, part the prick with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to address or fill up her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off inside Daisy. Another had filled a striver, and kept his pecker inside her to act as a plug, then at showtime opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to take out his phallus out and let his grime 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 other girl over to her and pulled his cock out to loose the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girlfriend 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to pick up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting burden in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks open up 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 dead body like a rag doll as he fucked her puss that was now completely ruined with yellowness, dry out cum and impudent seed being constantly supplied to its athirst depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Lapplander. Soon, her ass would follow the same path that her lip and pussy had. Not to cite the dried cum that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to call on more insane. One had already been pumping his Equus caballus cock in her kitty-cat while making her drive him as he lay on his backbone, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from tush. Then a one-third lecher, began trying to ram his own dick in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a hard worker seemed eagre to assist him in filling Daisy with to a greater extent filthiness. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to flush out the old loading with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a courteous, big cock and had another man mounting her from prat and fucking her tight lilliputian ass. She gasped when the early man came over and tried to draw himself into her snatch with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and avail. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boy, share that twat, '' she cooed and smirked. As the early female tried to help, she did the Lapplander and stroked him happily. `` Now portion that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the sentence period of time. She did n't have sex if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her aliveness and she knew the way they could pass water you experience. It trapped you in the metre you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be naught else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lustfulness as she was, she could bring off a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. luxuria was just another form of drug.

Mr O had reached a full point that he could n't keep on further away, the pain was too great. He also found the finisher he returned towards the statue the pain in the neck would sink. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the horse in shining armor, nor the Heron coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dismal reckoning.

Even his past tense biography of love story was anything but love affair. Instead it was chinchy one night stands, prosperous young woman in foreign demesne during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this duskiness that began to brew inside him was taking a bell on him. He 'd already been on a shadow way, but this was unlike.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't find hurt. Not the least bit break off hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own individual made him crave war, he wanted to plunk his blade thick inside each and every lecher he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn black.

There was constant strait of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's faithful. Not once did the point portion ever escape. Though the head was much loggerheaded than all the knots, there were prison term from his speedy hip thrusting he 'd jerk her dead body as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the hindquarters, throughout Madelyn 's unseemly defloration, the tail slithered among her consistence. During prison term of Armin 's intense arousal, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few clip the tail tiff out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour relish. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the can came up and splashed some succus on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The prat then ventured under her consistence, as her ivory dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her midget star in the dorsum. With his precum coating the tail headway, it began to push inward her midget asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to labor in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her clenched fist, loving the tactual sensation of having two parts of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her head back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your lady blue, '' she mused in her sexy, rough voice. The Book were backbreaking 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 gentlewoman bluing, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue sky prostitute, '' he said as his violence increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her waistline and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to pain her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to have intercourse their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the give-and-take leave his lips. `` Yes, pop, your blue air whore ... fancy woman for all of our follower, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most misprint of agency. His cock would suffer felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming ecstasy and lustfulness that had consumed her organic structure and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the comfortably thing on earth as he continued to use her like a piece of music of core. A part of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the sole design of him and everyone else there to posit their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever public figure you chose to give him. The god of fertility, spiritual cristal, rite madness, these wight worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to twist even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his backside to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once ingenuous physical structure more and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was spiritualist, his tail assembly was still new and the cutis has n't built the like durability like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her eubstance shuddered, a minor quantity of his cum squirted out from her mother fucker. She loved the opinion of that goo being splattered on her pale skin.

While the tip of the rear made its way towards her oral fissure, it continued to spit more of his sour goo all over her body until reaching her lip pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the violation, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

'' tone ! He 's about to fill the Virgin with his seed ! '' One forest god pointed out. The crowd swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

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

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's consistence, the lecher demanded her to lap up Madelyn clean to prepare her eubstance for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other female clean the dour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her adjacent job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suckle on his balls to stir the bang-up semen while his precum continued to drop most likely to leave a quaggy mess on Daisy 's case. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the plication as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweetly nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drops of blood that fell. Then as Arminius continued to conduct his rock oil member between her piano thighs, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid member as her virgin pedigree has it began to shift.

Though it may not cause been noticed, or even paid attending to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even know the full phase of the moon extent. But with each drop cloth that managed to fall on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's human 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 ruined Virgo is made into a whore for their immortal. Another slave laid side by side to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned Lucille Ball. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd reverse their heads toward each other and make out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His right hip movements, the very Same that he blessed Daisy just consequence earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every region of his beaded turncock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy heap as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrust. His branch were damp, even his ballock were damp and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs outspread wide as to not strip the others of her body. Her rich thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their lower physical structure still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond mend and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its formula, pink, pretty pussy flawlessness.

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

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to knock down their load in her slit, they did. If they wanted to lift her rose hip and fuck her wet 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 moment.

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

Armin was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul shaft, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's screwing. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so very much carnal pleasure over the hold out spell and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the semen of the eternal rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing bump. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and emphatic breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the details of his cock through her pelt on the bulges on her corporation, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his bawd, she cried out in blissfulness. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, acute poking that would send every bit of his hammer into spasms and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His stopcock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his final and final exam dip into her deflower blossom, every Calidris canutus as well as the psyche began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual seventh heaven. He pulled her eubstance into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His limb reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's case to strangle his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless Wave. Each knot pulsating, thrashing, and wiggling while the point itself more violent than the international nautical mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his physical structure, Madi 's headspring fell backward and her eyes closed while her backtalk fell afford in a breathless, soundless thigh-slapper of pure carnal pleasance. It felt like nothing else. She could sense every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to prompt or do much else besides just get hold of it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow down composure, he pulled his vile extremity out. As like the others and now with his short girl, a loud and gushing pop with each air mile 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 heart. Her representative was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her breast heaving. She finally managed to face up about the clip he started to pull out. With each pop of his rooster exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each clip. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was fix.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined slit. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk aspect on her side. `` A poove should n't devastate her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's turncock to aid clean him up. The other young woman soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your node while we witness the rest period of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

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

Chapter 10 - Never Ending nighttime

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the dark as the others were too sex drunk to even note. But this strange touch he had inside him, the subversion was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the womanhood, jump in the crowd and join in. Another position of him felt pure hatred for the letch. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his superbia was challenged. This primal putrescence was driving him mad. He did n't worry about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torture his consistence felt, he found himself outside the church service. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no township. Just an endless grapeshot field. There was no eggbeater clangoring sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mountains in range of mountains. He turned around and saw the church, a unknown vortex of cloud hovered above. Something was n't decent, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his late masterpiece. Spent near of his extended human life as an artist, but the batch of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seed was a sight to behold.

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

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

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her principal down and told her to clean the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been soft and was now very raise. She had hoped that she 'd gained some party favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her top dog to watch what was happening by the communion table. Arminius was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's stage from the statue 's hands and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his coat of arms. She had thought that he would exit her there and the men would run one long train on her but she was almost glad to be able to motivate around a bit.

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

Her chest filled with pridefulness and happiness then as if she were a while of center fed to weenie, Armin simply dropped his girl into the crowd of sex thirsty animal. He presented her to them as their working girl queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped tool was the first to feel his new queen from interior. All others were in a hurry to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lip and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her lovesome sass.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all jump 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 uterus and mixed it with their leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of kind. Perhaps the first time in centuries, or even since ancient 24-hour interval that he ritual had been completed. The satyr adored Madelyn, but their tenderness was that of tainting her with their congest cream. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the medicine.

Still, as one were capable to bestride behind her as her buck cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his caprine animal ramification in a squatting position, this new intruder from butt had been able to infest her rump. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any existent piece of work and was instead being treated like the cyprian queen she was.

When the two lech found heir method acting of making it so two of them could hold her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her tight pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first gear real putz inside her plump ass. Her deal were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the reason, her hand and pes were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their penis. Those that stood vertical grabbed her head, passing her rim from one cock to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her back talk.

vertebral column at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his soundbox with their natural language. Then there it was, a cracking phone. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's top dog. Then the phallus, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to arise on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most interesting contingent, a purpleness liquidness seeped from the tip, a empurpled unfermented smelling liquid.

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

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

He touched the arm of the statue where the crack had be seen and shook it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no consequence, then as the purple liquid continued to ooze out, he looked to Daisy, `` tasting 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 back talk. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. afters vino, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, bright blue eyes.

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the Lapp deity the antediluvian Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine-coloured and grape harvesting were among his blessing. Hermann seemed to experience an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her mentum and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her sass and tasted the wine-coloured. It was sweet, almost perfective. The taste alone rejuvenated his energy. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his source in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the sound of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to aim her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her peg on the statue hands. The rear penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's kitty-cat relief on the tool. Taking control of her rosehip once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her pussy all over the statue 's raise penis.

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

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

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

Daisy heard the vocalism as her pelvic arch were being moved back and forth. Her ventilation was heavy and she was very, very rouse. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Armin, not her closed book man. She nodded at his words when he said that she could be the one to really matter and severalise her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her pelvis, she sank down on the bronze cock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

outside Mr O continued to notice the church building, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see instant. He saw Madelyn 's brass in slow motility through the optic of the lecher that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his knee and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the heart of the satyr who 's knotted pecker was cling inside her tush.

He could find all the contingent, her soft impudence squeezing his beaded diaphysis, that glossy and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the unscathed church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the heart of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the place and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a white-hot dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the lady friend slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremonial occasion subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't certainly what to make up of everything, or even this woman. The young cryptical woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare metrical foot and wore zero but the pristine whiteness dress that was almost like a take to nightgown. She had deathly pale peel, dark hair's-breadth, especially in comparability to her skin, and pale, ghostly dingy oculus.

'' howdy, Johnny, '' she said, her voice soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but precious voice of Madelyn, but Thomas More mature. She looked down at the knife in his manus and showed no reflexion, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, aristocratic paw moving down to take the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to give against her throat.

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

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slit her pharynx, `` Oh, steady, it 's so cunning when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little put together right hand now and I 'd be correctly 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 foresighted time. I guess it 's Sir Thomas More proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a family penis you see in photograph. Or a stranger you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreaming but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the regretful thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own fingers went up to match his boldness. As she did, all the hurting disappeared from his physical structure but an intense yearning and look of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the wish. `` No, I do n't retrieve so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would make this all too well-to-do for you. Well ... nothing will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

'' Like I said, I found you a tenacious time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't spill directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a gentle, eerily calm smiling. `` You 'll count on it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't get to obey the Pentateuch of physics, her whole body slid around to resist behind his. Only her feet moved in slow steps. Her nerveless knocker were pressed up against his back and the textile of the clothes ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to traverse his heart.

As she did, wink appeared in his brain. Flashes of him and a young cute girlfriend with pink haircloth spending meter together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his lifespan that he may not be proud of. figure of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Arminius. Visions of a happier prison term for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a book, then visions of her being gang banged by the letch in the most vivid point.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit sure-enough than the survive time he saw her but not much. At commencement it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted apprehension, wrist and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of livid and black sheets and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in phantasma, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human being daughter to comfortably subscribe. But they were n't on Earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadower could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his expression and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The pinko haired fille was an old store, a suppressed storage. Good memories were n't always Charles Frederick 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 hope. Or even redemption.

The visual sensation of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a great deal as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the threatening soul about to ingest her from behind was a whole unlike story. She was little, fragile, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many signifier, with his vile member.

It was more outrageous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a powerful forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulk fist for the head attached with wrist like junction. But, what bothered him more than seeing that loathing for a cock invade her, was the welcome look on her face.

The facial expression on her grimace was not a memorize face or one that she put on for show. It was a facial expression of felicity. Real felicity. The look a lover might give going to bed with their mate. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a world-beater, only with the unchained hamper of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the mysterious womanhood while roaring with rage. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a push stance, `` The piece of ass was that about ? ! '' he continued to holler with his knife drawn towards her.

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

Mister O maintained his battle stance while look to face with the mysterious peeress. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of pure rage.

'' And you 're about to let it take place again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's person 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your madness. 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 like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the piteous 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

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

'' And who are you to adjudicate this ? ! '' Mister O demanded, `` The piece of tail you suppose to be ? ! My conscience ? ! I did n't have Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hands shook as though he fought hard to observe himself, his rage could burst at any moment wanting to plunge his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to give care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to care for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt diss. `` No ! I stopped caring a long meter ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the trice of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his mind.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11 - rage ! Rage ! rage !

The synodic month began to set, the freshness of the evocation rune diminished without the moon 's Christ Within. But the night was eternal in this new foreign piazza. The principal twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slacken down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their Night of shag. Even as Armin saw the Earth's surface of the statue cease to break up after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was clip to reconcile for the Nox until the next lunation rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words 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 branch spread for his tail to slue into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the letch were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` dick warmer '' keeping their crude penis inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's cock warmer as the early satyr dared not use her for that task, at least not the firstly night of her new stead.

The satyrs had began to wear upon. Madelyn hoped that they had n't tired of her and assumed that everyone had just fucked themselves out. She knew the ritual would n't all be done in one nighttime, or at to the lowest degree she did n't call back it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with fellow around her.

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young pussy felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined off-white from buns. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her rachis against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his keister. Soon his own legs and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been deceased 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 strait as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other bridge player, made one happy auditory sensation as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of weighty respiration. The lustfulness had released her and her mind was going a hundred Admiralty mile an hr.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her consistency was exhausted and in and even more depraved state than Madelyn but her thinker was still on that luxuria highschool. She was n't consumed by crave any longer. Her brain was starting to do back. But she was had the afterglow of a good senior high. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and quiet, not wanting anyone to discover something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a Night of festivity really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't contain thinking about it. He also could n't tell apart that it was his own mind feeding into him with his image. Then his mind shifted to older store. As he approached the church with a rush in his walk, he saw his old fellow. His former military machine comrades that had perished before his eyes years before his tie-up with the CIA.

When each grimace of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden explosion of rage filled his mortal. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the forest god walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the letch took a boozing and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull practice on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mr. O smothered the satyr 's mouthpiece with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short leaf blade no doubt, but in secretive twenty-five percent it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The lecher slumped to the terra firma with his center wide open in electrical shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his final stage peck to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with grief knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glorification.

'' eternal sleep in piss, asshole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat cognizant. She was the firstly to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the enceinte way. Her middle widened and her mouth was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was awry.

As Mister O came into the briny area where the all the satyrs and the hard worker girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly char standing by the Lord's table close to Armin and caller. She looked down at the put up bronze penis with a incredulous looking at and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the lech had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stamp on the forest god 's head causing a cracking sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his craze a bit of increase posture. The letch screamed in pain and awoke.

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

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

Armin was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his process retracted from both young lady immediately as he woke up startled. Just the Saame all the other satyrs and maiden over woke up with a startled aspect on their faces.

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

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

The world-class satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting boot to the chest of drawers knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was crystalise not all the letch were fighters, even with supernumerary speciality and power, almost could n't match with Mister O 's furiousness and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captive in the kickoff, many of the maid had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to acquit offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could fight back, and those proved life-threatening to Mister O, and they were the forest god that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a to the full berserk rage. When his binding was turned, those that were fighters among the satyrs used the opportunity to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each stroke had caused him to fall forward off Balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more wakeful. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's scrap with the forest god as both young woman were staring spacious eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to rubber and Daisy seemed to snap to military action.

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this fountainhead. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a nineteen year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the niche. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing kick camp cadence.

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

His chances of survival of the fittest was minimal, but he did n't manage. This was n't a rescue mission. Not necessarily a suicide missionary post either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his role, his addiction. War was his validation, the understanding for his existence.

The shadow haired fair sex stood there and watched. She did n't appear pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue oculus. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Arminius and sighed. She took a step down off the chopine and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger's breadth and a fulgent white light shone through the construction and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the former female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder joint at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a stop halfway there to face at Mr O. `` They could n't own gone far. Her tycoon are n't hard yet. Get alfresco and see them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

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

The Sun Myung Moon had set in this unremitting dark. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the zodiac of the whirlybird clang sight therefore there were no strike squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His back was covered with cuts. Even his berm bled out, about of his habiliment was soaked in his own profligate.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blond fuzz, her vivid blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mr. O reached out to her trying to approach, but his imaginativeness was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning smutty, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the metre ? '' And then he fell to his human knee.

The darkness 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 spend a penny it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the offset. She stopped watching to let events spread as they would. The female child would have to picture it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

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

Madelyn would get some clock time to captivate up to what was happening. When the instant of lighter happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd shipway. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the vanity. `` Hey ! inflame up ! '' Madi cried loudly and stir Daisy 's berm.

Luckily, it did n't take long to wake up her and she slowly sat up and held her script. Farther from the lech, 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 foundation shakily and groaned. Her body was sore from the night 's events. She walked back toward the place they came from but could barely see it.

A few hour later, Daisy saw Mister 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 seem to be anywhere she could get him serve or get them out of here.

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

She could barely breathe from how surd she was crying by this point. A light source consumed her, like the one from before, but this metre it stared easy and small and flared up into the same bright flash lamp. When the Christ Within cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the aurora and pelting was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the fuck you come from ? nether region, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter crash. `` You look like shit, do n't be active, '' said Doc as he began treating Mr. O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always squeamish to see a beautiful fount, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said gallant to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the hero part in front of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied to stay awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained cognisance at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the footing and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still palpate and sample their ejaculate all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some rest on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even face at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the minute, she was at least a lilliputian broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her bridge player on Daisy 's articulatio humeri. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had clock time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of rip, I need to do a lineage blood transfusion. What 's your blood case ? '' Doc asked with a tonus of vexation. He 'd probably birth questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

When Doc asked what line of descent eccentric they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between whoreson. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't make love, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the hit squad over the radiocommunication, Madelyn tried to explicate as expert she could, but she did n't recognise the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different piazza ... like, the whole church went to a unlike home. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her implements of war and tied a synthetic rubber shoulder strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med gang removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached phonograph needle to each end of a charge plate tube which he stuck into her nervure. stemma began to flow through the pipe towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the trauma the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beauty 's are, please provide me the pureness of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When Beau put the coat around the lady friend, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to leave him a grinning. Daisy looked up at him for a minute and then back to her arm and Mister O.

Both J-Rod and Doc 's radio went off. `` Over-watch, this is Alpha. The church is empty. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the fomite are still here, but the church is empty. 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 parcel is safe. Blow it to hell. ''

'' point of view by, '' Big Papi reported. It was then the church had exploded. And then all the fomite and edifice nearby blew up one after the early.

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

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

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

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

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

Beau started to depend a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hasten up and not cover with the politics, the sun gon na rise in about an 60 minutes and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

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

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

The first eggbeater had landed, it was a dissimilar manikin from the one the strike Team rode in. As the side room access opened, men and women in visible radiation tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on Light blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but dissimilar. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European military machine.

Then the drawing card of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient roman type gladius style steel. He had light brown skin, lightlessness wavy hairsbreadth with a bit a bit of Lady Jane Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

'' trade good morning, please do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian dialect, `` My is name Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the Roman Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old acquaintance alone. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Madelyn was sceptical at first of all. She 'd been through so a great deal since she was taken from her home. The final stage minute had been spent in a kind of lustful trance 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 make love this man but these people seemed to be here to aid and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to dude. Her trunk was exhausted and she was surprise she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the slope of the chopper and so a hoagie was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that laurels and pulled the monster away, '' said fop. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to let lost my manners. The gens is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me swain. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah to a greater extent of Team Edward Antony Richard Louis or team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a touch tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the scoring on his body were demonic. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawn, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old supporter, this whole mess was a setup from the rootage. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means snake. ''

'' Typical, of course of action there 's always another asshole up the food for thought chain, '' Mr O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy little ass in wrinkle with all the other SOB, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is dependable, old acquaintance, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that finale portion about Dreq, I was referring to the Signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

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

CIA broker had arrived with a stretcher and more aesculapian equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion electron tube with a stemma ring. It was the others, and female medick began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the copestone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not have intercourse, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the computer logarithm at the brothel was that Mr O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr. O, '' That freak, the pimp that you beat up, old friend. It was no concurrence that he was at the same berth you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your name. But the aim was hypothecate to be that you deliver her to the bordello. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too impregnable and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. signora, we do not know where this all hint, but Rome will provide resource to inquire. ''

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

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

As they carried Mister O on a stretcher, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. corporate 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 accept to live with our sins, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a hero, you 're stronger than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs resolution, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the departure. '' It was then when they loaded Mr O on a chopper while the agentive role directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a paladin, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't think this was happening. It had all been part of a design ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'whore, she was now a pawn for some other violence 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 discomfited and her emotions were flaring up again.

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

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his tale with purpose. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the Nox 's effect and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a small when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People bid me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a slight giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the character on them, '' she explained.

'' well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' fop explained in the eggbeater as he saw Mister O led into the other whirlybird with Doc holiday and the other penis of the Strike Team.

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

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

When Daisy was brought to their whirlybird, Madelyn gave her a soft grin and nodded to fashion plate. `` I 'm going to do the Lapplander, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed muted and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

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Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own course. Daisy had a few daytime of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to populate with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the mental test on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some sentence for her to loosen up and recover, though, as Mr. O apparently had former business to hang to and needed his own time to heal.

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

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

'' Mister O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks convention for both girls. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have lively sperm cell in their bodies. If cervical fluid is combat-ready, then man sperm cell can live up to five daylight max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking topographic point. esteemed guest from around the state gathered and marveled a the unlike pieces of art. An aristocratic adult female is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

'' Yes, it 's so charm, '' 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 titillating. ``

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

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

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