Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurse at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the sole soul she had left the only mortal who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced utterly and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her organization. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thoughts straight and convalesce 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 soundbox, her mind. respectable than before, but different. She could n't explicate it.

It was late in the evening when a night SUV rolled up next to an old Christian church. Drug addiction rehab signs posted. Mr. O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, black polished chelsea boot and his neatly cut black hair's-breadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering sonorous scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to mislay his breath. `` You do n't appear too good. How about we speak in buck private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the edifice with her small bag of belongings, she saw the vista going on outside the middle. She gasped and could n't help but find out. For some reason she felt compelled to watch the scenery, feeling an resistless itch to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his knees and began to pule, `` Please, Sir, do n't anguish me. ! Someone ... help ! Call the law ! ``

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

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

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last chance, where is your cult ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final word of advice as he pulled the pound back on his pistol.

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

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

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

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now bawl out man he did n't acknowledge the girl approach. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

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

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

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

She did n't eff 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 mind. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out triumphant. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati codification actor's line. She seemed even more confounded for a mo. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't know. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that enceinte though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's helper. `` In the old days of my establishment, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not daily someone spouts out ancient codification. ``

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

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the idiom meant and she nodded a picayune 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 up with him or run and she did n't really wan na run, but she had no melodic theme who this man was. But he did a good job of scaring her, so she followed him into the vehicle.

As Mister O started the car, a figurer sieve emerged from the splashboard. A webcam lens system on top scanned Daisy until an machine-controlled voice spoke, `` Greetings, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the computer screen filled with respective book, police phonograph recording, medical disc all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, 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 phonograph recording of affiliation to any confidential fellowship, cabal, or shadow organization. ingest a unspoilt day. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 2 - Blue angel

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

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, look, you probably have no estimation what the fuck is going on. But, I need your assistance, '' Mr. O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front door is unbolted, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this dickhead inside ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage young lady with dyed grim hair, a material cute smile and a young lady adjacent door type of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portraiture as Mister O explained the site in more detail. She was so Pres Young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the young lady was okay, then had a thought process and looked around the household. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blond watched Mister O as he continued to carry the man towards the basement door only to open 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 computer memory. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living elbow room where many deeds of abstract art hung on the wall.

Daisy ran a helping hand through her hair, nodding as he explained the appendage. She looked like she wanted to question him when he said something about probing person 's head for storage, but figured it was n't the eldritch matter she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece 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 comfortable to tell apart once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a second and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know 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 have some significance to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

He then walked over to the information processing system in the living room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the home at to the lowest degree once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the female parent, '' Mr O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving domicile from work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mr. O then opened his lozenge which seemed to bypass all password restricted political program which he brought up an email from the girl 's father :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in trouble and I need your help. I 'm going to visit you soon ! lovemaking you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This electronic mail came in less than a workweek ago. Soon person at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various occult internet site. Not the cheesy Gothic way material, I 'm talking poppycock under the eyes of Venice. And then three twenty-four hours ago her acquaintance reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up constabulary record regarding the man, `` He 's a known pimp. Likes to deal lady friend struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to observe their tuition costs. And wait what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearing is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was safe news. nada he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the selective information he had found. The girl 's mother was deadened, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human vender. The electronic mail from the father made her stomach turn of events. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hired man through her blonde hair.

'' This whole thing makes me barf, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was Sir Thomas More of a thought out forte than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the door, `` assist ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the shriek. He then sighed in defeat, `` okay, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too often for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that doorway and I 'm going to beat the information out of him. You can leave or take care away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the threshold and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a mystifying breath when he said that he was going to go mystify the data out of the man and she nodded. `` okeh, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a fiddling shaken but fairly calm down given the situation. She walked to the front line threshold and stepped outside, pulling the battalion of cigaret from her air pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the scenery carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from interior. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging strait could be heard. The din was enough to induce the near neighbors to top out out the Windows.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbour peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the strait coming from inside the theater and smoked her butt. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to materialise next.

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

'' We got a pencil lead, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You uncoerced to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian district in the metropolis. Carl dropped her off at one of his striking. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

transactions began to wind by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult grouping. They usually have dependable backing 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 vex, I have a team en route to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the kinsfolk portrait and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her step don. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the doubt remains, do you think the father is a victim or is he one of the son of a bitch ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cultus and the pimp, she nodded in sympathy and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the query, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogative sentence and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the mansion point to something bad. I do n't recall he 's the dupe, but that 's just my feeling. ``

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

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two clip Nobel serenity loot recipient role, Sebastian apotheosis to lead the new cultivating island off the seacoast of Kalaallit Nunaat, just north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal option for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll guess to be individual I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother legion, I 'll tell them the pass musical phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking response. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interest in the radio show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no musical theme who or what they were talking about, but something made her capitulum perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just aegir to take heed any news in the man since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for calendar week.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to fix herself attend the component more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer apparel when she found out she was getting to will rehab. She lifted her deal and ruffled up her whisker some and few belittled smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun islet but it worked. It made her face like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary center recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a Brobdingnagian plenty but she thought it was a bit more credible.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The face of her being distressed no dubiety appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her bankrupt matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his dependence. It was his validation for purpose in life.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the signified that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the throughway, they passed a sign notifying their incoming into Little Republic of Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the biotic community also lurked a clandestine sect of cultists using the community to enshroud their shadow work. `` front around, it should be labeled as a inn of some sort. It has no epithet, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the threshold, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked capital and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a short driving force to the section of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their goal and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

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

'' Okay, we need to represent the part from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the threshold for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit jolting with his manipulation of her.

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the part. `` I can be a pretty undecomposed doer, '' she said with a little smiling and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really bear in mind the rough out handling. She knew it was share of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him get behind her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to drive against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and queer 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 portion 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 rooms with the exception of old beds used for service.

interior More homeless looking stragglers stood near the ingress, no doubt they were guards. As Mr. O made his way towards the landlord 's spot, all the tenant building block threshold were open, inside the mint of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to serve quondam men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated disturbance as he led her into the construction. She was looking around and giving ill-gotten face to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few instant. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. persona of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in in her new environment. She was looking in the rooms at the pitiable young woman and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the miss who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor girls, god only knew the thing that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine, womanhood, to which I act the lightheaded butt, '' he said to the people in the office. `` I work for Carl Samuel Johnson, '' Mr. O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the genus Bos as he sat in the spinal column of the post chewing on his intellectual nourishment while he talked with a sullen accent, `` Okay, up stairs. one-third story, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is pure like girl with blue haircloth. But, if not, okay she will lead off fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Mister O continued the charade and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at room 314. As they entered the 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 pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked young lady appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a mesa. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the spot, Mister O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her well up vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a middling young missy and could plainly see the semen dripping from her.

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

trump began to emerge from his forehead and unusual marker began to radiate on his peel. Daisy looked over at Mr O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

Mr. O did n't hesitate and string his pistol, but the unusual man lunged forward in one jump and grabbed Mr 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 way room access shut by itself locking Daisy and the former miserable girl with the strange man.

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

'' Who I am is not significant, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walking, with each footprint his boots thumped on the wooden flooring, `` What is crucial is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I industrial plant his seed into fecund consistency like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my manliness causes an unsatiable itch to flora his semen. '' As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the former touching her potbelly where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's issue will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his teeth were like Fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a bit and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long accident with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her expression, `` You smell and taste ... impossible ! Your form has n't been on this Earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her drawers as if he was in a hurry to disrobe her. Something about her olfactory property and mouthful caused him to go into a fury.

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

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

The unusual amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her knickers until it was halfway down her thigh. Though the gunfire almost seemed interminable, the half-crazed man with trump did n't look to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to ride her.

With a flavor of insatiable lust in the horned man 's typeface, he continued to talk, `` You resist now, but soon you shall dish up Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's ejaculate into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help oneself usher his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a monstrous interlingual rendition of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy like color with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and stud piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her thighs along with her panty and here he was pulling his cock out of his knickers. This man did n't even appear to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not get word them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her middle saw his offensive rooster as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scarey looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her hip joint and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't refuse and throw your Divine offspring, I 'll have a gamy chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a tranquillise voice. `` Mm, then get me unspoiled and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few clitoris of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere recondite down, perhaps it wasn't.

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

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

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

But just as he was so distract, the doorway burst open air 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 priming coat. The dead reckoning rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in mental rejection with his final words, `` No, impossible ! I am eternal ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

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

Daisy winced with the first few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the john and cleaned the now-dry seed from the former lady friend 's vagina and thigh and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' 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 place. Somewhere safe. Get a morn after birth control pill and tell them what happened or as very much as you can, '' Daisy assured the misfortunate girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls whisker and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the part, happy the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the place. `` We have a containment crowd en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying minor of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicament wo n't be able to help them. Let 's point back to Madelyn 's house until we have more than inside information. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to deal for the young lady and she nodded some. `` commodity, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in concord about going back to the house, she walked toward the room access. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Padre and was a virgin they were using to summons ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would muster up him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian divinity, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would mean the rune hidden in the house painting were some sort of attunement runic letter. A way to crap her eubstance capable of his banker's acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nighttime. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes to a greater extent signified now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US dirt, abstinence is not really a strong American custom these Day, '' Mister O continued.

The blond followed Mr O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does appear like it 's always virgins, at least in the old narration and married woman taradiddle. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a small-scale laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large van pulled in. From the helicopter, men and women in tactical cogwheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the vanguard, many in dark suits arrived.

'' Operative O, we will convey it from here, '' said a woman from one of the motortruck with drab whisker which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This wholly construction is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA darkness Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the blue suits with combat rush. `` I was capable to call off in for service when dispshit threw me out the windowpane. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her variety which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you know anything outside of the norm ? lesson, a buzzing in your mind, or moment sight like visual sensation, or do you actually see affair manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can let on what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't count on it out now, it 'll stimulate to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Day behind. ''

Daisy shook her school principal 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 unlike she might get felt both in her lifetime and just in the close few years. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a minuscule abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and goon. Many roam with torches in their manus as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in unusual glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church service, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in tutelage. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the townsfolk through the windowpane. He appeared in his forties and had grey-haired hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue backer arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her empty category home by some creep and taken to a edifice full phase of the moon of scumbags and pathetic female child forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to contract her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip au naturel and be examined multiple clock time. She 'd only been fed gross, cold-blooded food and given water to drink in. Now she was dressed in the dress she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high air-sleeve and flats to equal. Her pilus was messed up and her physical composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the Christian church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open up the side of meat door. Though the two men in the van looked formula, those that stood in cloak and cowling seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

'' Blessed Djall ! The vas has arrived ! Ulysses Simpson Grant us immortality, '' they chanted.

Then one by one they removed their hood and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. lots like the man in the sporting house, they all had horns coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the Christian church, each of the cloaked men bowed their mind while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but none of them would separate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help oneself but gaze. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her piano, rasping voice. A voice boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue Angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to spill the beans about, my dispirited angel. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so flurry as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that phonation ring out, her skin got even more than picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the management of the vocalism, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. ma ... she.. Who are these mass ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fearfulness in her optic and she did n't know what to think or do.

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

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

'' 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 obnubilate and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her Father-God began to excuse the billet, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should love. I 've raised you since you were youth, but the accuracy is I 've been looking for you my whole animation and I 've been active a foresightful meter. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could sense it. How peculiar you were, and it was my big joy to watch you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life-time 's purpose was to find the true vessel for Djall, for he can allot eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a adolescent. The many students I had taught in my college learning arts family, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your offset year of college and came to claver me in my classroom. Do you think how I showed you my artwork ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing rune, I knew I had to take them home and bequeath them where Djall can look on you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. admit me to show you a new man, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make sense to her. It sounded like he register it out of a Lovecraft tale or something. She was so confound and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake off her head and fight the tears building up in her eyes.

'' Runes ? What are you talking about ? I do n't understand ... this is all demented, '' she said with a sigh and shook her school principal more.

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

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Whitney Young human body, the youthfulness in her face 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 unlike. She was more than just the nineteen year old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be operose for you to infer, but I need you to listen. I 've been animated for a hanker sentence, longer than to the highest degree. You see, I have found a way to cheat Death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to USA in 1939 when the Italy invaded my household of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His dead body leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the sides. Another interesting detail was that of the forest god 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely priapic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her coat of arms over her chest and watched her Father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and conform to the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some icky sci-fi motion-picture show or Lovecraft tale. It was strange to pick up him talk like this. He was usually so logical and impudent and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't make for back mum, it does n't crop like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go ill-timed. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breathing time, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the gumption that they were feeding off of her get-up-and-go. And then her Padre raised his hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sensory faculty of seriousness and a stern tone, `` You may not empathise yet, but you will, soon it will become illuminate '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a foreign foreign language.

Madelyn looked scared when her father 's tone of voice changed and he began to say that she would soon feel out. The chanting took a consequence for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her father as he started walking away.

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to prevent her escape, yet their deal reached out to her as if they wanted to finger her trunk with their work force. `` The watercraft is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall come up to life ! ''

At first gear it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo away their handwriting off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to pull away more aggressively. It was no use for the little girlfriend though as she was soon grabbed and basically dragged toward the front of the church service.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her Padre continued while the dark wall of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his frontal bone as interchangeable mark on his brass also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth when her Fatherhood began to acquire hooter and freshness. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her weapon system were being held and there were work force all along her organic structure, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even speak. This could n't be real number. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

nowadays time, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to claxon in the heart console table. Mister O then pressed a clitoris on the vehicle which caused the Lapplander LCD admonisher as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a blond woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprise by that, `` A letch ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional being, those eccentric do n't normally pass over over. The bunghole worshiped Djall, is Djall that powerful ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nascency, this one in peculiar we believe was homo Max Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reasonableness to believe Djall is the same immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape vine harvest time, winemaking and wine itself, ritual craziness, fertility, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, stay fresh me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the woman and then at Mr. O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this lecture but trying to keep up. When the call was over, she stayed hush, not wanting to cut off his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a trained sherlock. I 'm sure you have head that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your divine service today and we will be in touch if you should decide to retrieve answer to those interrogation. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any goal you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the nominal head doorway without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty a great deal what she anticipated, the blond pursed her back talk and shook her nous.

'' 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 young lady returned to safe and wanted to bang what the lech meant but she did n't get laid what to do. `` goodby, '' she said and waved a footling bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the entirely church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the affair going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a lech completely raw and thrusting savagely into a Loretta Young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another lecher rocking her rosehip to pleasure him. There were plenty of female child there seeking to have monolithic delight 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 sire. She made her way close and could see the womanhood orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the batting cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their finger in the cage to touch her physical structure. There seemed to almost be a hungriness growing in the offspring girl, slowly overtaking the lugubriousness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would guide them there.

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

The advance away from the church, the stranger the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A black raven suddenly landed aright in social movement of Daisy, and then another. Soon a sight of ravens flew in traffic circle around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her center widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirlpool around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dark and charge clothing emerged. The roll of tobacco seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his psyche down and sound reflection of indistinct whispers 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 spike and cringe away from him before a span of sprouted offstage surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the Echo as his wings embraced her.

The closer the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar mollify voice had spoken, `` heat 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. ``

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

It was n't that he did n't trust her, he knew well enough to recognise that there were other forces at body of work. If anything, Mister O has been in the study long enough to know better than to dismiss a Pb, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the side of safety and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

'' seed inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front doorway.

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

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

Inside the service department were a few men in different train, rather than the courting the others wore, they all each had on habitue wearable such as denim drawers or cargos with jersey along with opprobrious tactical gear mechanism. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how unlike this crew was from the others. They looked like armed services or something.

However one man in finical was uniquely dressed in interior designer clothing. While the military looking ace had scruff and beards with abruptly pilus, this other gentleman's gentleman had long hair's-breadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than hitman, he was armed with diverse throwing dagger and a fighting leaf blade.

'' Well, O, glad yah can bring together us, '' the man said with a Cajun stress. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` wellspring hello, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his heart were a shade of red with pale pelt.

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

'' O.K., Daisy, this is the rap Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short circuit one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowboy glob cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mr O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her sentiment a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda clobber to each former, all together. Then I saw a blueing haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a boo 's eye view of what I think was grape Fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine force field ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of fertility, spiritual ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine making. A hedonic deity. It would make sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to change out his apparel into denim and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gearing. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to appear on the map.

boyfriend being his normal self tried to make light source of a serious spot, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself unsafe. But, I do like to prick, '' 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 appendage in his head to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her straits to look at him and then gasped a petty as he revealed his fangs.

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mr O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible emplacement with vineyards. Do you commend anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, wickedness, and sexual, '' she said and ran a bridge player through her hair. `` The Ithiel Town looks beat and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her father with the others. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the eternal sleep looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to impress now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his berm and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist attacks. ''

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

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means last and death is coming, '' Mister O explained while making his way out the house and into one of the trucks. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping arsehole, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's evocation is for certain to leave to mass destruction, '' he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mr. O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes horse sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hired 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 affair that tried to pour down her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to commemorate and marvel about. She might ask about it at a previous time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - pitch blackness Raven Down

The driving force in one of the motortruck was n't a good deal significant. A lot of the team penis including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their telescope.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons vineyard, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several township that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll involve to assist us identify which town looks familiar spirit to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' Strike team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscularity brain eccentric.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to help them see out which town was which. `` If the others do n't depend anything like that one, it 'll be well-fixed to tell, everything 's deadened there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave gallant a small smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't mind it too much.

'' Do n't ya worry, cher, '' fashion plate said to Daisy as he dismounted the hand truck, `` I 'm not one to be gimcrack ... at least not outside the sleeping room. ''

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

Outside of the motortruck in an open theatre, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to instrument panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One metre, '' and Hawk boarded one chopper while Doc Holiday, fellow, and Mister O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The whirlybird although dark blue seemed as black as the Night itself, unmarked and upstanding in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both chopper took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what clotheshorse said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her mentation, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a somber signified 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 lifetime. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old friend and her ex, shout her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unconvincing. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some Wyrd shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr O and Doc Holiday sat on the edge on opposite ends of the helicopter with their ordnance pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphone on to convey with each early over the loud propeller noise as well as with the former helicopter. After about an hr into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing body politic lines, the vineyards should be about XV minutes out. ``

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

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's opinion, gag fanfare could be seen in Big Papi 's chopper. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the locomotive caught on fire. The blonde gasped when she saw the trice from the other eggbeater.

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

'' O, we have a fantasm ghost on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our razz is going down ! '' Sure enough their chopper was descending to make a sudden and heavy landing.

Then all of the sudden a spate of ravens flew along side of the eggbeater, first Doc Holiday give fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into Negroid smoke and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't recognize what to do as she watched the patch pilot was eliminated.

Doc holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his side arm to germinate at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the eggbeater slashing away at the engines. sheik unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the puppet taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc Holiday as the helicopter began to spin out out of 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 best to withdraw ascendancy of the whirlybird, but he was no pilot film. Mister O on the other hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the topsy-turvydom, he saw her facial expression and in that consequence clock time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smiling like when she tried to look her part for the house of ill repute which caught his attention, perhaps a sentiency of drawing card he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of command whirlybird was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the binding of her capitulum and tucked her into his shoulder joint to avail her brace for the impending clangoring.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's intimation hung on her chest and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her munition around Mr. O. She was n't sure what happened adjacent. It happened too quickly for Mister O to think the next few minute. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a head crash but still spun around and skid across the vineyards like a runaway wagon train that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her foundation stopped touching the metal flooring. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the meat cleaver anymore and before they hit the ground, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mr O would witness themselves somewhat secure on the ground, far from the crash. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying succeeding to him. The chopper crash site was a good knot away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a mystery.

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

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

Chapter 7 - top Us To temptation

Madelyn, for the first minuscule while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her tenacious journey, and gagged because she would n't break call and asking questions. Since then though, they had done round-the-clock intimate acts and dark rituals in front of her and it seemed to throw some upshot on the young girl. Her founder had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual Energy of Djall and it was making her to a greater extent accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more unemotional person. The old night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the woman in the cult took her from her batting cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't press it. She almost seemed to love the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatise that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some military unit was slowly taking over her and causing her to want the grounds she had been brought here to dispatch. Even Madelyn herself could n't concentre on the opinion long enough to figure out what was going on in her own encephalon. However, the cerebration of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break into tears.

After the bath, the char had drawn a few symbolisation in different office along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would recount her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Milton Cage Jr. and made to watch more intimate ritual, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremonial would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impingement but by some force she did n't cognize and she 'd gone into a deep, dark sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very poor state from the wallop and the dragging. Some damage 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 recall she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comment about her consistency and some of the char had said she could be another of the religious cult 's sexual sacrifices.

Mister O did n't have it away how long he was out, but another splash of common cold water was thrown on his font giving him a shock to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the succeeding day. He then also found Daisy tied up future to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your eternal sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is requisite for the blood sacrifice to ascertain the Virgin ritual killing. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat rakehell, `` Is that suppose to scare off me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your final stage name is power hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low rate divinity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to con Thomas More about him. ''

When Mister O awoke, Daisy looked over at him with frightened center and listened to his interaction with the Father of the Church, then just sighed through her poke and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

Armin did n't face too pleased. Perhaps not the sort of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will reverse into sorrowfulness when I bring my God into this deplorable world, '' Armin warned.

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

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to revel ! '' Hermann announced.

Just then, the bacchanalia continued between the satyr and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure hard worker for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slave wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's John Milton Cage Jr..

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her sire inaugurate the beginning of the ceremony. A snow flurry of butterfly filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another smell there too. An involuntary one of preparedness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't stimulate to tangle her. After a moment of hesitancy, she took a mysterious breath, stood up and let them shoot her hands and help her step down from the chopine that the cage was one. The vernal woman was completely naked in presence of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to enshroud herself.

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

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a fast handgrip of each arm as they forced her unto the communion table. She shook her oral sex and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much impregnable than her and she could barely proceed against their grasp. As she was brought to the communion table and could see Madelyn being led over to stand up just a few base from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a soupcon of remorse hidden in that smile.

One cleaning woman in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his grimace in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your admirer become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyr penetrated her from rump. The site was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual bodily function, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's wearing apparel were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvellous than Madelyn and more cut, especially since she 'd lost almost of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little Sir Thomas More adulthood to it, though with slightly small breasts than the unseasoned girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her dress, the women started to decorate Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to reach or whatever billet they needed to put the accouterment. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a delivery to finalize her array for the ceremony while her begetter continued to stuff and permeate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While well-nigh of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female partner like savage creature, Hermann stood there breathing hard while the cleaning woman he had been pleasuring him moving their trunk to service him sexually. Though he grew French horn, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his motor horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His boldness still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The former letch'gloomy body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained homo shaped legs. Though, the odd matter about them that made them unique were their oddly mold tool. In renaissance art, lecher were often depicted as priapic wight and with good cause as they stand before Daisy.

One of the letch, much like the one from the cathouse had the same uniquely wrought tool as he did. It was red and the spear knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beads, but the head portion was much Thomas More of the common mushroom-shaped cloud shape. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a buck, but not as enormous. Neither character was tightfitting per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the char servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her manus and led her to her father. `` Give your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very lustful step while he seemed to be in a unknown spell while his cock penetrated the early girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more plain they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a piddling hesitant for a present moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to extend to him. Her rim pressed to his softly and she let her eyes gloam closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to put forward inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrapper around his neck.

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

One of the forest god approached Daisy from rump, his knotted shaped pecker began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each burl had a peak of arousal. The other with the horse like regulate dick erected upwards as if it tried to extend to towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right wing on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped rooster teased the outside of her dampening sassing and her clit. This seemed to be having an issue on the blond, causing her to squirm more and shut down her middle as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the center of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the backrest let out his fork-like spit as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slither along her peel. The other, also having a forficate lingua licked her from the bottom of her Chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her cutis, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her principal back a bit more, almost seeming to revel the feeling, even as the former started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to hold her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control any second. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you hope this or, do you wish to resist ? secern me what you truly deficiency. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at inaugural Arminius 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their kiss continued, the more he could n't incorporate himself and erupted filling the striver with his seed. As he did so, not only did he uphold to translate while inside the hard worker, his spit also transformed into the forked glossa the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was slow to tell. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her physical structure closer to his. When his spit transformed and went into her rima oris, she audibly moaned into the osculation and let his tongue explore. She was n't the near visage but she definitely put the cause and lustfulness into it.

Passionate osculation soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable groan became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his glossa from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her genu as he retracted his pecker out of the slave. In presence of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each slub that escaped the adult female 's garden pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the straits of his cock seemed unlike from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the headway portion seemed to continually displace and tweet like a flexing muscle. `` make clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my dreary angel. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green optic, licking the thick saliva off her sassing. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, pa, '' she said and then looked at his stopcock.

Her falter returned but she made herself leaning down and lick some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange peter, seeming to have no problem with her font getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could observe. 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 knot touched pulsated causing the tip to go on to seep out more of his seed. Watching his little miss use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to affect the others as the vim became more vivid. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar voice spoke in Daisy 's judgement again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you desire to try out it ? '' He asked.

The words seemed to lapse into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young daughter lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to smack the pecker, she moaned out garish 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 lech touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your rima oris. Use your body to make him transform once More. ``

As the voice commanded her, she wasted no time in following those commands. She stepped forward and the clapper 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 time. She stroked the cock a few metre, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her oral fissure 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 backtalk, closing her eyes and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his rooster. While inside her mouthpiece, it was clear his tool reacted to every single touch modality. The former two satyrs may sustain backed off to let Daisy come on Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the chemical group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transmute as well as if Daisy 's juice had the net ingredient to hand each one their final examination form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp slit. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and pin in a rhythm with his lacing and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the labor at manus ... and oral cavity.

Her fountainhead bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juices dribbling down her Chin. This did n't retard her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hired man surrender, she took one of Madelyn 's helping hand and put it on the portion of the cock her sass could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the cavalry cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the shaft of light to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of null else since the unit drive. low your founder, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his rooster against her puss and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her promontory back against his breast, seeming to revel in the words and the feeling of his ribbing. She then opened her eye and looked when Daisy took her bridge player and then she began to stroke the lower part of the hammer enthusiastically, a little grin coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful feel on his font, a perverse look of expiation even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted god. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the former slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the irradiation against her Virgo twat lips, which were basically dripping with her juice by now. She stroked her father 's pecker and moaned as the lance was rubbed against her and she watched the honest-to-goodness girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal house, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening animate being of taradiddle seeming to beg for her affection, `` let me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The other forest god were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their sense of touch and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mr O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable positioning while a slave and lecher continued to make unholy have intercourse above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two lech took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in forepart of Armin and the young woman.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, 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 straits onto the shaft of his bead cock and skid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too strong inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his turgid chunk as her mouth pleased his jibe and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the time 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 several action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. They had met the night before, but developed a working family relationship. If anything, there definitely was a little sense of affection towards her. But goose egg that would break his core over. Instead, he saw this as a worthful opportunity to devise design as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this unscathed billet was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a Virgo the Virgin putrefaction, but the added sensation of perfidy corruption ? Djall was the immortal of joy, not pain and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much mentation into her human relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to see this, but she could n't bar herself. It was a bit humble, but only a small role of her could care right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lap up her and sucking while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his mouth like a spread. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the knuckle down riding him. The former slaves took notice as well taking turn riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of saturnine grease.

Meanwhile, the letch with Madelyn could n't hold back it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to hug his long cock 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 second joint and pussy feel his knight like cock pulsate and vellication while the slave with the tip in her backtalk minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her fuddled 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 female child at the end of his cock, drinking nearly of it.

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

Madelyn opened her rima oris panoptic, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic 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 legs, loving the appreciation and spirit of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his articulatio coxae each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to experience her deeper inside her mouth with each driving force. The female child had ceased to be his daughter, his blue saint. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was aegir to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were full. 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, across-the-board, K eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The dick in her mouth was going recondite than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the shaft rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan timbre to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new animation as a unconstipated man 's would. Instead it represented degeneracy, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her facial expression on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his utmost translation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Hermann 's small organic structure finally took the sort as everyone else has. The furry legs, the cloven foundation. His Lucille Ball had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with fret. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's lip, the more his clump continued to smother the lower contribution of her face under him.

It was n't long until the lecher behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to range on her lap in Bob Hope to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from arse in her petite lilliputian hole that was hidden between her butt face. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his binding, with his bifurcate natural language the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sugariness pink flower. His clapper stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a rampart of her soon melt innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one foresightful virgule of his clapper along her femininity. Meanwhile the former satyr did n't mind licking her butt joint muddle, tasting her sensitive parts of her adorable tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his long tongue and gave Madelyn pleasance she 'd of never imagined before this. The former satyr rimming her storm her and she gasped but after the initial blow, she certainly did n't seem to bear in mind. She just kept working on her male parent 's cock, swallowing all his yellowish precum and gagging on the brain as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the place. With hand drift, 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 blasphemous Phallus. `` Let the virgin and the squealer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two to a greater extent into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to declare oneself her snatch to Armin since the shadowed public figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved lech. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to wee out fiercely, wrapping their arm around each other and kissing in a stir up passion, letting their natural language dancing in each early 's mouthpiece.

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

The shadowed man with the comrade voice emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and easygoing voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this earthly concern, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can unify and sense you. These depraved beast, I can finger you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you require to feel me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The other satyr appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the overshadow man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar phonation now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for infinity ? creep back to me, sweetling. train my genus Phallus in your mouth one finally clip before I take your eubstance. I shall arrogate you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a natural endowment. Did you not want your painful sensation to end ? Did you not enjoy this look of being craved ? The catch is not theirs, it is mine. A lead so I can feel you. It is the link between this humans and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

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

This forlornness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to go to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temp release from the existence she knew.

'' I 'll hire it ... just ... do n't go forth, '' she whispered and looked down at the primer coat.

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and knee joint over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her backtalk, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her long blonde hair's-breadth for the collar.

'' Wise selection, '' he whispered in her intellect. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the Ag collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Arminius seemed different. His organic structure still the Saami as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the intimate articulation could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the arrest snatch around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of gratification with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her stomach and the cold-shoulder feeling of treason on her own part.

Armin used one manus to sign Madelyn to come on. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to bask her soundbox. `` Pleasure me, '' Arminius demanded.

She felt him purloin her up and it was a large intuitive feeling. Madelyn saw him marshal her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and human knee toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his tidal bore cock in stance to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her nous `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - tip of No tax return

The chief of his hammer pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no clip. Her kitty was drenched and as she brought her hip joint down, the bombastic, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with alone minimal stretching and force required.

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

Armin sat there like a magnate as Daisy took him inside her. All the meantime he pulled Madelyn 's header between his own legs. a lot like he did with Daisy, he smothered her side against his dirty scrotum. They were no doubt covered in delicate fur to make up for the boisterous tegument, but he wanted his footling missy to be portion of his ravishment of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of track, there was n't much force required, but she liked it. She took in the feeling of his musk, the perspiration that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough tegument. She had to catch her breath 3when she could but she did n't appear to mind.

pulling Daisy down all the way, a swelling had formed on her scurvy belly from the excrescence of each gnarl. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his prick was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasance 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 deep into her twat. She thought she was going to ingest to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitement on her face when he began to commit her fit body up and slam it back down. The figure of his prick made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own rose hip to attend him, then put her helping hand on his shoulder joint to steady her body 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 leash the first time, but when the head of his rooster penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her organic structure was brought up and down.

It did n't study long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the striver. Armin was no tenacious a man, but a wildcat, a mythological creature of pure lust. Even his Ball began slap Madelyn 's fount the Thomas More he continued to pump his pelvic girdle like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in intense joy as he began to savagely squeeze into her tight, slick snatch. Her torso was being shaken and jolted with each of his acute thrusting and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain stitch for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his soundbox. He gave a good knockout push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulge from each Calidris canutus on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to farm slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

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

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her legs wide of the mark around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That thrust was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to shift, she wrapped her toned peg tight around him and leaned her header back, her weapons system wrapping around his neck opening.

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

He answers her pleas. Arminius began to look more beast like rather than man with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his bead rod into her like a dog in passion trying to pair.

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

Armin sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could grab her waist with one hand and aerodynamic lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his slub 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 protrusion.

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

Arminius 's body position was also very fauna like, or yet more inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his stifle as nigh would in that finical position between their partner 's ramification as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a knee bend location thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squat positioning, he had Daisy 's coxa slightly off the terra firma causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulges had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin bone. It was this compounding of being able to arouse both girlfriend that was expediting his transmutation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a harlot. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were gaudy and vivid, her dresser was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Ellen Price Wood beneath her. She was in carnal seventh heaven and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his organic structure as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other letch, his began to foster evolve. Unlike the human like determine legs, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscular tissue spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His ramification continued to change its shape into a Capricorn the Goat like mannikin giving him more flexibleness to thrust relentlessly in his squat position.

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

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her pelvic arch while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His look had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the farseeing a greyish and brown whiskers began to originate under his jaw. His center had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her mendicancy seemed to send him into a fury. She was grinding her articulatio coxae intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's hide, letting all of them grind against her Virgo puss and feeling her juice making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the fret. While this was still going on, Daisy 's handwriting came up and went around Madelyn to dig her sizable breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his cock into her with one hold up final push button, he slammed his Phallus deep interior Daisy as his cock went into paroxysm spewing his filthy seminal fluid inside her. Even through the jut, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to glut her from inside.

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

Hermann howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the last jet of his sensationalistic cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was sonant, yet firm. Furry much like his ramification as it wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the posterior there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his peter, but instead rigid prominence throughout the uncover cutis and at the tip, a mushroom shaped foreland with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her articulatio coxae and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence doomed

Armin continued to hunker down like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delectation with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a smell of conquest. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calm before the tempest knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Armin looked towards Mr. O. `` Has the protector holy man broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

Mr. O looked at Hermann with a sinister smiling. One that spelled force all over his human face. `` Me an angel ? '' Mr O scoffed, `` The closest affair to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a halo 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 a lot longer, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one mi at a time from Daisy. Each gnarl that popped out, a gush of his filthy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a flush of his cum to abide by. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gal of cum dripped from those red-hot lips. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was zippo compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his stooge like legs, his humanity sprung upwards splashing his dripping emollient towards Madelyn 's soundbox. His new form revealed to all to who watched. Using his quarter as if it were a troika, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to lead off. The statue was in the human body of a forest god as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Hermann led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the spatial relation gave her adequate room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's pegleg were placed on each hand keeping them spread give. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her pegleg 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 terminal moments of her virginity. She was now perched in front end of the whole elbow room with her virgin pussy exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to bask it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her spoil her with his depraved, white-livered cum and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become carnival game to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their carnal orgy as one letch placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His dick, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and hard midst vena spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waistline to throw her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddment for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to get down from the Brobdingnagian high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to be active and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his peter was shoved deep inside her used snatch, glutinous and slick with the seeded player of their leader.

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

Mister O knew the satyr had one big defect, 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 plication up knife from one of his the boot. Seeing them distracted, he used the tongue to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to stream faithful to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and mistake away undetected from their distraction.

The letch using Daisy to reverberate on his lap continued to use her body as if she were null more than an object for his gratification. The more acute her trunk pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasure from her began to transform. near commonly, the goat like hind pegleg. Soon the other satyrs took bill and wanted her consistency to transubstantiate as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new faggot 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female collaborator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to hold open them occupied only to give them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out hussy at a highschool company. She 'd ride somebody until they were done with her while rotating between two or three dick with her backtalk and hired man. She 'd get set over a chairperson or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her rima oris as she could, as nimble as she could. They had filled her with their vile semen, given her taste of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a woman of the street right now.

Having the hind legs made the forest god more agile and conciliatory to feature her in different locating. One had Daisy straddling over his branch fount to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hand 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 cavalry 's tool against her little star in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his putz into her compressed ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her whoreson open and stint over the straits of his yearning tool. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more set the tool of his cock continued to acquire, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At number one, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to look at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seeded player and shoving their strange cocks 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 branch open to him, her cleft almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his impenetrable tongue right on her diminutive star below her Virgin pussy. Then with a long heavy virgule, his lingua rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and stay upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a backbreaking slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mickle. Then his knife continued to turn on up some Sir Thomas More until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her back talk and then as he withdrew his tongue from her backtalk, a long line of his despicable saliva from his oral cavity to hers splattered on her body. The blue sky haired girl moaned as his knife explored her physical structure and smirked as the saliva string fell against her blanch pelt. His hind end rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her consistence as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque fellow member which had violated so many of the female slaves, his wicked rod of carnal enticement that caused Daisy to cheat on her new found friend to service him for his joy now erected before the fille that he once saw as his girl.

Each gnarl eager, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his dingy holy man 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her brim. His hired hand around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing fauna in size compared following to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the chroma. The question continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtuousness, the virginal membrane.

The missy clenched her fists and moaned with the poop wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his large pecker pushed against her mean, young twat. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to advertise against her Navy SEAL. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued employment it in forcefully, his mouth began to drop with to a greater extent drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the headway of his phallus broke through her Navy SEAL of purity. naturalness forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the seal of approval broke, an even darker, more acute wave of luxuria crashed over her. She was their fagot now. She was his whore now. In this import, she wanted this dark to terminal forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their hammer in every possible place in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to fawn around to each one, covered in their cum and hand them the thanksgiving of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to crusade forward again ramming a Calidris canutus inside her. Then again, with each Calidris canutus being forced in toilsome 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 sorry angel no more, instead his new filthy fancy woman.

A few fall of stemma escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her pussy was closely and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to make beloved to her. She wanted him and every former forest god here to fuck her like the animate being they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mr. O had been working on his escape. fatigue and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new breeding squawk of what was once his daughter, a few specification of her descent from her lost artlessness had dropped on the flabby phallus of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the reason and writhed in pain. He was a origin ritual killing, the ceremony had taken effect on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more infliction he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this sexual perversion was. A profane act of putrefaction, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean mating of beastly creatures and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his earthy member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the excrescence formed by his oddly shape peter on her torso. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The slub did n't simply throb, instead the shaft itself, although heavily and business firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner walls as her consistency swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, dyspnoeic voice. She did n't quite yell out like Daisy had but her yell of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her articulation was a little hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy vocalization made it difficult to contrive very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the stopcock moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to attract out slightly only to thrash it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistency pulled with him. Her hammock had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such grammatical case were known to chance with the kin of the werewolf clique, but this was a first for a forest god. Inside her, his cock continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to get out back and instead forced her eubstance the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward emplacement and opened her eyes to look down in disarray. The tautness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his stopcock out of her ... a practiced problem to hold in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her snatch and forced her body forward but it was not a bad notion. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her sloshed bulwark squeeze him made him exude out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and thickly, it aided in the lubrication process as his primeval urges consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip motion stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his greyback 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 painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the painful sensation was practiced than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in blissfulness as her torso shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the yesteryear few transactions, scant piddling fusillade of intense pleasure that made the pain like goose egg she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her closeness, the more he fucked her like a beef in heat energy. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her flyspeck body. The blotto struggle was no dubiousness giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a facial expression of perversion and lustful delight as his tongue hung out of his backtalk like an animal while his slobber flew with each swinging.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The to a greater extent the satyr covered her, baptized her in their indecent dirty word, the other girls licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their nude body against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of gamy things in here life with all sort of masses and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was felicitous to take pecker after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her flabby skin. She was encouraging the female to add up and snog her ; thrash her, predilection her, share the cocks with her. She was well-chosen to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to cover or make full her with their dirty, stinking seeded player.

There was even one pumping his penis inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to wind up off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his rooster inside her to act as a chew, then at foremost opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to rip his phallus out and let his filth dribble out from her soundbox onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky pick into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the early young woman over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the miss 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to strip up what she could n't. All was was happening about the sentence one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the fille, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks open for one of them who was basically waiting in communication channel to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her pussy that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and wise seed being constantly supplied to its thirsty depth and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would be the Lapplander path that her oral cavity and puss had. Not to mention the dry out semen that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her rim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his knight shaft in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from bum. Then a third satyr, began trying to storm his own cock in her engaged pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only capable to fit the heading in, a slave seemed aegir to assist him in filling Daisy with More filth. She stroked the man, milking his stopcock. They truly were beast, each filling her up trying to redden out the late load with their own.

Her time to think was short circuit, though. She was riding a skillful, big stopcock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight petty ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` roll in the hay, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` dear son, ploughshare that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to facilitate, she did the Lapp and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

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

Mr O had reached a peak that he could n't uphold further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain in the ass would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no bomber, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hoagie coming to save the day. He definitely was naught in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a revengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past lifespan of romance was anything but romance. Instead it was crummy one night stands, easy young woman in foreign farming during naval larboard visits, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this duskiness that began to brew inside him was taking a cost on him. He 'd already been on a dark route, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't sense hurt. Not the least bit unwrap hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the rottenness seeping inside his own person made him lust war, he wanted to plunge his blade trench inside each and every satyr he saw and arrogate Daisy as his own. He wanted to have it off her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoilation as the winner. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his paw and saw his veins turn blacken.

There was constant sounds of popping as Armin 's grayback forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the oral sex portion ever leakage. Though the school principal was much thicker than all the naut mi, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd flick her body as the capitulum was caught in her tightfistedness.

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

Then there was the buns, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the rear slithered among her body. During sentence of Arminius 's vivid stimulus, the tip of the can would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few sentence the hindquarters pettifoggery out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a off flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the derriere came up and splashed some juice on her lip, she licked it off and opened her oral cavity in display case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her drop dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the can began to rub against her diminutive wiz in the backbone. With his precum coating the tail assembly head, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprise pant as the tail went down under her and teased her ass maw, starting to press in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the look of having two parts of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his backtalk. `` Yes, pop, your dispirited cyprian ... prostitute for all of our following, '' she managed to get out between grunt and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His rooster would ingest felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the whelm hug drug and lust that had consumed her eubstance and soul by this decimal point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on Earth as he continued to use her like a musical composition of meat. A piece of vernal, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the resole aim of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow come into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to establish him. The deity of birthrate, religious ecstasy, rite madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his phallic corruption began to wriggle even more rapidly inside her. His fellow member grew warmer, he was close. Even each jabbing caused his tail to dip deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent body more and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the parting with fur had made its way inside.

It was raw, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the same durability like his cock has. He had to pull out it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a small quantity of his cum squirted out from her mother fucker. She loved the impression of that goo being splattered on her picket skin.

While the tip of the quarter made its way towards her backtalk, it continued to spit more of his off-key goo all over her body until reaching her lips 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.

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

Daisy heard that the first part of the ceremonial occasion was about to be thoroughgoing and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the satyrs demanded her to lap Madelyn uncontaminating to groom her physical structure for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other females clean the work goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other hitter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her future job became well-defined, she happily obliged. They had forced her side under Armin, demanding her to take in on his balls to stimulate the peachy seeded player while his precum continued to drop most probable to get out a sloppy mess on Daisy 's fount. Her mouth sucked and massaged the pugnacious paper bag and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the rupture of her virginity, world-class it was drop of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to have a bun in the oven his petroleum phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous rate of flow of her own dear that flowed from her befoul girlhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her virgin roue has it began to shift.

Though it may not bear been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the participants of this sacrilege to not even cognise the wax extent. But with each dip that managed to flow on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgo the Virgin is made into a cocotte for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned bollock. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of succus, they 'd turn their heads toward each early and make out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip motility, the very Saame that he blessed Daisy just consequence earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every character of his beaded pecker dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrust. His pegleg were deaden, even his Ball were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs facing pages wide-cut as to not strip the others of her body. Her ample thighs were cattle farm and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their lower organic structure still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and employment would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty pussy perfection.

For now, though, it still had slews of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its back talk and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juice. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the pet one.

One by one, the men continue to get hold of what they wanted from her. If they wanted to coldcock their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to 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 smutty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each prison term he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout aliveness in her rich body specifically, even if that aliveness were an execration of beast 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 rooster, each blow more than punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so much carnal joy over the lastly piece and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another intemperate and emphatic severance into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her dead body, seeing the details of his turncock through her skin on the gibbosity on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as spittle 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 tart, she cried out in blissfulness. `` Yes ! Your cyprian ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that go, intense thrust that would send every bit of his tool into spasm and vivid motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more medium. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to worm and wriggle as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final examination dip into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual walking on air. He pulled her body into him with his quarter wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his pelvic girdle. His arms reaching under to snaffle both Daisy 's and the maiden over 's grimace to put out 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, trouncing, and wiggling while the headway itself more violent than the grayback. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her back talk fell capable in a breathless, soundless wow of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every sport of his vile semen filling up her fertile, Lester Willis Young womb as she was unable to affect or do much else besides just subscribe to it.

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

Then as his climax began to slow down equanimity, he pulled his slimy member out. As like the others and now with his slight girl, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the header liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... fill out ... I feel like ... a king, '' she breathed out, her chest of drawers heave. She finally managed to appear up about the meter he started to draw out out. With each pop of his shaft exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each metre. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was gear up.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her oral fissure to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk smell on her face. `` A queen should n't waste her giving, '' she mused and went to lick Hermann 's tool to serve clean him up. The other daughter soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Edgar Albert Guest while we witness the rest period of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lust had consumed her body physically, practically like sex could do to a soul. She 'd had multitudinous sexual climax and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt Jehovah. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in agreement. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never end Nox

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the darkness as the others were too sex inebriate to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and junction in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the letch. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pridefulness was challenged. This key putridness was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond opinion, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the piece of tail was the town ? There was no town. Just an dateless grape field of honor. There was no helicopter smash sight within the distance, even as the moonlight shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of cloud hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his later masterpiece. Spent most of his extended homo life as an creative person, but the heap of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seed was a deal to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to disrupt this moment has now become his striver. But then there was something different, the statue 's flaccid member was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not anticipate, but it most certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for animal pleasures for trusted 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 font towards the statue 's now erected cock, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her promontory down and told her to clean the bronze hammer of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been soft and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some party favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her back talk, turning her head to take in what was happening by the Lord's table. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

He carried her to the sharpness of the altar while the satyrs cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore world-beater of Djall ! ''

Her chest of drawers filled with pridefulness and felicity then as if she were a piece of meat fed to detent, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex thirsty wolf. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped peter was the first to experience his new queen from interior. All others were in a haste to push their dick against her sass as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her rim and she opened them to let it in. She did n't stimulate to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her strong sass.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all bulge 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 pharynx, 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 turgid, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor 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 festivity of sorts. Perhaps the first base time in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their choke off cream. Many of them sang in a strange linguistic communication while the lech fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her marriageable snatch in unison to the medicine.

Still, as one were able-bodied to jump on behind her as her horse cocked collaborator straddled her over his lap with his goat legs in a scrunch office, this new intruder from behind had been able to invade her bum. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any existent body of work and was instead being treated like the cyprian female monarch she was.

When the two letch found heir method of making it so two of them could receive her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in strawman had her tight twat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first very rooster inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in forepart of her for residual and her mouth was servicing every pecker that came its way.

Still her dead body never touching the undercoat, her hand and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood erect grabbed her head, passing her back talk from one cock to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His hard worker kneeling around him seeking his philia as they clean his organic structure with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head teacher. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if knots were begining to originate on the beam of light, but the point seemed to resemble the head of a sawhorse cock. But the most concern item, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a empurpled sweet-flavored smelling liquid.

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

Upon the find of the statue 's surprise, Arminius stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girl 's body tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of course 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 shake it. She watched the animal interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no result, then as the purpleness liquid continued to ooze out, he looked to Daisy, `` Taste it, '' he demanded.

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

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

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was angelical, almost perfect. The discernment alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his seed in three different wombs including her own. But now his member reached out to her, the tip teasing at her hill as the strait of moist soma detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to localize her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy repose on the scape. Taking control of her hips once again, Arminius moved her hips to rub her twat all over the statue 's raise penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the Same stead that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her crestless wave with some sort of pride. He moved her hips against he rear bronze cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her physical structure. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

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

Then the representative returned, the unknown, `` Sweetling, how could I pall of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's physical structure that awoke the quiescence heavyweight, but it shall be yours who sets him exempt. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that difficult metal under you as if it were my own. ''

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

exterior Mr. O continued to observe the church, there were runic letter outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonlight was setting, but there was no sun rising. An interminable night ? It was foreign, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow motion through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his genu and rubbed his optic and then saw through the optic of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her buns.

He could feel all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that slipperiness and musky flavor inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the whole church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the oculus of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the position and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a cleaning woman in a Patrick White dress at a aloofness staring at him.

Mr. O approached the young lady slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it prepare. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this woman. The young mystical woman took a few footfall toward him. She had air feet and wore nothing but the pristine blanched dress that was almost like a illusion nightgown. She had deadly pale pelt, dark hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly blue oculus.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her spokesperson soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute representative of Madelyn, but to a greater extent mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no face, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to knife me, Rebel ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her frigidity, blue-blooded hand moving down to take the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to prevail against her throat.

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

The untried woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd founder him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play yobbo guy. You could cut me into a million slight piece right wing now and I 'd be right back in your drumhead. I 'd be decently back here, '' she said in an almost divert voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` Well ... I 've been here a long prison term. I guess it 's to a greater extent right to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

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

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the mop up thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the speculative affair you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his deal and her own fingers went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his trunk but an vivid longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't do it me. But I know everything about you. ``

Yet the more he looked at her, the more it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite station it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more throw. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of multitude, but lady, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the roll in the hay are you ? ``

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

'' Like I said, I found you a long time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't mouth directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to rest, '' she mused with a soft, eerily calm smile. `` You 'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't sustain to obey the laws of physics, her whole body slid around to brook behind his. Only her fundament moved in slow steps. Her cool titty were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the scratchy wind of wherever they were. Her paw slowly came up to wrap up his eyes.

As she did, wink appeared in his brain. Flashes of him and a young cute lady friend with pinko hairsbreadth disbursement meter together. The nighttime she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's turncock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then sight of her being pack banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not much. At offset it looked like she was sleeping but as Thomas More of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, carpus and mortise joint handlock that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of Edward White and total darkness sheets and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadow, slowly sinking a cock that was much too big for a human being fille to comfortably take. But they were n't on dry land, and he 'd get it on that. They were in their own niggling dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her paw fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the vision, it caused him to react violently. The pinko haired girlfriend was an old memory, a suppressed memory. Good memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost trust in human race. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired female child. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous someone about to engage her from bum was a unanimous different story. She was small, fragile, a fragile flower. But as the ogre revealed one of his many forms, with his offensive extremity.

It was more hideous than any of the lecher, in many ways the shaft of light resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the head attached with carpus like join. But, what bothered him more than seeing that detestation for a shaft invade her, was the welcoming aspect on her nerve.

The look on her face was not a learned flavour or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. literal happiness. The face a buff might open going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure seventh heaven. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the portion of the queen receiving her enthronization.

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

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't oppose at all. The girl only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker lighting. `` That was Sadie, you remember her figure, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few 60 minutes ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your judgement playing john on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could receive saved her. And now, that 's been her aliveness. You do n't deserve to blank out, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his contend position while face to face with the cryptical lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't admit him to bury. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of gross passion.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's individual '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 fault 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 field now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would check her, her whole frame would appear to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his mentum down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, sonant lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still retrieve how to handle for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His hand shook as though he fought hard to uphold himself, his rage could explode at any bit wanting to soak up his steel into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry bellow.

'' Do I remember how to handle for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a prospicient fourth dimension ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the trice of Sadie 's fount continued to replay in his nous.

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

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his survey. 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 claptrap and RAF and was surprised when he let the trope into his principal. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creative activity.

'' Go, '' she whispered in his mind as he got up and declared his purpose to bear witness her his wrath. `` give way in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! Rage ! furor !

The moon began to set, the glowing of the summoning runes diminished without the moon 's light. But the dark was aeonian in this new strange lieu. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church service, the festivity began to slow down. Many of the letch exhausted for their night of shtup. Even as Hermann saw the aerofoil of the statue cease to break after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the night until the succeeding moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing Scripture in her head and slowed her equitation of the bronze hammer 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 legs spread for his tail to skid into her victimised cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the lecher were settling for the Night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the striver as `` stopcock warmers '' keeping their petroleum Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's prick heater as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at to the lowest degree not the first Night of her new locating.

The satyrs had began to wear out. 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 least she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

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

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

When all had seemed as though everyone had settled leaving Daisy out, Armin 's tail end 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 Armin as he slid his member through her ruined bone from tail. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's ramification around Daisy only to penetrate her with his prat. Soon his own stage and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the girls, his cock still twitched to the feel of being inside Madelyn with his poop 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 fix cute picayune sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the early hand, made one happy strait as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy external respiration. The lust had released her and her creative thinker was going a hundred miles an hr.

As everyone seemed to settle asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her organic structure was exhausted and in and even more depraved state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that thirst high. She was n't consumed by starve any longer. Her mind was starting to come up back. But she was had the afterglow of a safe high. It left her to lay there and mean. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and quiesce, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may appear like a calm end to a night of celebration really was more like the calmness before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't tell that it was his own thinker feeding into him with his figure. Then his intellect shifted to older memories. As he approached the church building with a haste in his walkway, he saw his old comrades. His former military comrades that had perished before his optic years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammates flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of rage filled his someone. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mr O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the lecher took a drink and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull pattern on his face from the territory on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mister O smothered the lecher 's mouth with his handwriting and slammed him against the bulwark while using his tongue. It was a brusque blade no dubiousness, but in conclusion fourth part it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The lech slumped to the priming with his eyes wide-cut capable in shock absorber. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last sight to be the grimace of the man who defeated him. The lech 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that halo.

'' Rest in piddle, bunghole, '' whispered Mr. O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still waken and somewhat cognisant. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the bombastic room. Her eyes 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 wrong.

As Mr O came into the main domain where the all the satyrs and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Arminius and company. She looked down at the rear bronze penis with a incredulous aspect and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the case that would do.

Some of the lech had girl wrapped in their arms and ramification, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's promontory causing a cracking sound. The subversion filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The forest god screamed in bother and awoke.

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

When he made his motion and stomped on the forest god 's promontory and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he call back he could take on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and concerns. Madelyn did n't awaken up from the randomness. 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 girls immediately as he woke up jump. Just the Saame all the other satyrs and maiden over woke up with a startled face on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Hermann ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your house of prostitution, and another in the early room. I 'm your line of descent sacrifice, right ? You want my blood ? Come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The first forest god lunged towards Mister O, yet his passion caused him to respond with a forward thrusting charge to the chest of drawers knock him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in plenty. It was acquit not all the satyr were fighters, even with extra strength and power, most could n't play off with Mister O 's fury and experience.

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

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mr. O, and they were the letch that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk rage. When his cover was turned, those that were fighters among the lech used the opportunity to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to go down forward off residuum only to get back up and save attacking.

Armin watched as his concordat was being bested, and then he saw Mr O knocked down one of his forest god and drag him by his arm. As Mister O dragged him, he slashed at him furiously while staring at the bronze statue not knowing of the orphic peeress that could only be seen by his optic.

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

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

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

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a nineteen year old girlfriend. semen on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in blow and did n't resist.

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 moonshine, like this ! '' he chanted with a hoarse look as if he were singing boot 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 mind. `` And I reply with a unharmed lot of anger ! With blood and guts and a little bit of peril ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd.

His probability of survival of the fittest was minimum, but he did n't care. This was n't a saving mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to press. War was his use, his addiction. War was his proof, the ground for his existence.

The darkness haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't appear disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly dark eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her handwriting out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a glary ashen luminosity shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the other female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a stop halfway there to look at Mr O. `` They could n't let gone far. Her powers are n't strong yet. Get exterior and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the craze in his darkening soul when the visible light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the Inner Light, perhaps Mister O 's saving thanksgiving as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him guidance he took a cryptic breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending dark. The townsfolk and muckle had vanished, there was no sign of the whirlybird crash 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 physical structure began to hobble. His back was covered with undercut. Even his shoulder bled out, about of his wear was soaked in his own stock.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the auditory sensation of his deep breathing spell. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the Nox. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a lot ancestry too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His paw that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his imagination was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a convention speaking voice, `` memento Mori ... is now the prison term ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

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

Daisy did n't acknowledge what happened. She felt a low temperature slipstream over her and then her skunk were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, void clarification and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the chopper wreck.

Madelyn would adopt some time to catch up to what was happening. When the news bulletin of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were horse barn again, in the vacancy. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shake up Daisy 's berm.

Luckily, it did n't take long to arouse her and she slowly sat up and held her bridge player. Farther from the satyrs, she could think straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

Then, she began to cry. She cried because this might be the destruction of her and Mister 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 naturalness had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her yell was vivid and mournful. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and solace her and Daisy had latched on to Mister O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how hard she was crying by this point. A twinkle consumed her, like the one from before, but this fourth dimension it stared soft and small and flared up into the same hopeful flashgun. When the luminousness cleared, they were back by the crash helicopter. The luminance was dim. It was very early in the dawn and rain was falling in a disconsolate drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar articulation, `` Where the screwing you come from ? perdition, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the chopper crash. `` You look like asshole, do n't actuate, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always decent to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said boyfriend to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to calculate the hero theatrical role in front of madame damozel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to persist awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't trusted. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the dry land and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her genu. She was ashamed and scared. She could still palpate and taste their seed all over and inside her. near of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their womb were still flooded with it.

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

J-Rod was also at the Saame clank sight setting an over-watch. As Mister O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to piece up his combat injury and then looked up at the fille.

'' He 's losing a lot of bloodline, I need to do a parentage transfusion. What 's your lineage character ? '' Doc asked with a tone of care. He 'd probably take questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

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

'' just ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to induce the vena to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med face pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attach phonograph needle to each end of a credit card tube which he stuck into her vein. ancestry began to flow through the tube 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 Mr. O while patting him on the backrest.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his effort to blandish had failed despite the trauma the young woman had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his pea jacket and wrapped both little girl with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, delight countenance me the honor of preserving ya reserve, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When dandy put the coat around the girlfriend, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her well to collapse him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a moment 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 vehicles are still here, but the church service 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 package is prophylactic. boast it to hell. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

fashion plate started to calculate a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the politics, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a flush for tan. ''

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

When Mr O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her head some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't bang what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm no-count ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't know what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her phonation hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The starting time chopper had landed, it was a different good example from the one the Strike squad rode in. As the position doors opened, men and women in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on lightheaded blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white baseball mitt. They were armed with Assault rifles, but unlike. Their equipment looked standardised to those used by European military.

Then the loss leader 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 blade on his waistline, an old antediluvian roman letters gladius style sword. He had light embrown skin, black wavy hairsbreadth with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the cleaning lady as they were, he turned to the troops and rundle in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back 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 lifetime. Though, with what they 'd seen over the final minute, it was n't all that impressive.

'' unspoiled dayspring, delight do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is name Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the Roman Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old friend alone. ''

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

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

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

'' Ya can keep it, darlin, '' young man offered.

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

'' Of course of action, boo, '' he agreed, then his aid turned towards Madelyn, `` cum along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a matter, yah with the near guy now. ''

Madelyn was disbelieving at first. She 'd been through so a great deal since she was taken from her plate. The last hr had been spent in a kind of lusty spell that was in peril of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't know this man but these people seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to attach to her. The blue-haired young woman nodded and stood up shakily and had to bind on to Beau. Her body was exhausted and she was surprise she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive habiliment with various sword sheathed on his belt ammunition, but as he led Madelyn towards the eggbeater most of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his habiliment was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' Well, darlin', that I did. There was a sealed monster on the side of the helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honour and pulled the fiend away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to sustain lost my manners. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me dude. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah to a greater extent of squad Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a interested tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his eubstance were hellish. Old supporter, be measured, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit interested, `` Old friend, this whole great deal was a setup from the beginning. There was a mountain made with the satyros and somebody else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the ancient Hellene as Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of course there 's always another prick up the intellectual nourishment range, '' Mr O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his well-chosen niggling ass in seam with all the former assholes, '' Mister O responded.

'' That is unfeigned, old friend, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that final function about Dreq, I was referring to the signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This entropy was starting to nominate more sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and somebody was trying to engage care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with wide heart. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA factor had arrived with a stretcher and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube-shaped structure with a origin ingroup. It was the others, and distaff medical officer began taking Daisy 's vitals.

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

Giorgio 's attending went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am lamentable, but I do not bonk your gens. But the purpose was conjecture to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this shoes. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too potent and lost dominance of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not hump where this all leads, but Roma will furnish imagination to investigate. ''

'' They said I was something extra ... and I had n't been seen in a foresightful prison term ... but they did n't say what, '' she said and took a deep breath.

He then looked up towards the church building, `` I know your the great unwashed 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 more than of a expletive than blessing, old Friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA factor arrived to see Daisy.

As they carried Mister O on a capstone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. trustingness me, we 've all done things we 're not 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 make to be with our sin, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a fighter, you 're stronger than that.

'' You 've kicked last in the ass already. I know you have motion that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this present moment on that makes the divergence. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a chopper while the agents directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a attack aircraft, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been theatrical role of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some brute'bawd, she was now a pawn for some early force that she did n't even have a go at it of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was dun and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mr. O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was 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 glad to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her center and was led away.

Madelyn walked with swell and listened to his floor with intention. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to pass off next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those record book came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a trivial giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the type on them, '' she explained.

'' wellspring, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward II, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the wench, '' fellow explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the early helicopter with Doc holiday and the other phallus of the tap Team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, Beau smiled at her and patted her on the vertebral column. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't mind if I catch me some mantrap eternal rest, '' said fop as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

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

Epilogue

Over the future few workweek, the girl went down their own paths. Daisy had a few solar day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her equanimity back and tried to check to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the run on her had n't told her and she did n't have it away what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to touch her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to decompress and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other job to attend to 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 dandy a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how throw and frighten away and ashamed she was, but she was fairly all right after that. The masses who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her abode and pattern life.

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

'' Mr. O, we have the most Recent epoch blood works back. So far the roue looks normal for both missy. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have survive sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is participating, then human sperm can last up to five twenty-four hour period max. But, it 's been hebdomad, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

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

"Typical,"scoffed Mister O. Then with a grinning he lit a cigar in his rima oris and walked away.

However in Seattle, an art launching was taking place. esteemed invitee from around the commonwealth gathered and marveled a the dissimilar spell of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a particular bit.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy news report, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised tone, `` Oh, I 'm good-for-naught ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a swoon radiance in the nook of the sail. `` Yes, I am. But, please. predict me Armin, '' he replied .