Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

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

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go nursing home. However, something felt different about life, about her trunk, her creative thinker. easily than before, but different. She could n't explicate it.

It was late in the evening when a wickedness SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug addiction rehab sign of the zodiac posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, pitch blackness polished chelsea bang and his neatly cut black hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering heavy scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl President Andrew Johnson, my epithet is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breather. `` You do n't await too good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her low bag of belongings, she saw the view going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to watch the scene, feeling an resistless urge to and set about the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his human knee and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't wound me. ! Someone ... help ! Call the police ! ``

'' okeh, you wan na gambling hardball ? ''. Mister O responded sounding in a queer tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a pistol, and pointed it at the man 's fountainhead, `` 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 girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mr. O continued.

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

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

Daisy was stock-still in her place on the coolheaded pavement, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated billet. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for person to squall the police force. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

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

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he did n't point out the girl approaching. But, hearing the phrasal idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off sentry go.

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

Mister O turned and saw him run and immediately pursued after him. He quickly caught up to him and tackled him to the primer coat from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the scurry, the man had landed on his headway 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 ancient Illuminati code words, you 're here to help, right ? ``

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

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to make out out victorious. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code Word. She seemed even more lost for a present moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and nictation. `` I ... I do n't know. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it have in mind ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the early 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 help. `` In the old days of my organization, it was codification to enrol secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not unremarkable someone spouts out ancient code. ``

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

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

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

Then the computer screen filled with versatile records, police force phonograph recording, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The spokesperson 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 record of affiliation to any confidential society, conspiracy, or shadow governing body. Have a good day. ''

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

'' OK, so your public figure is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr. O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and operate outside the land of convention by societal standards. But what 's your narration ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was zilch 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 business firm. Daisy, looking at, you probably have no idea what the shag is going on. But, I need your aid, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the automobile trunk and opened the threshold. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front doorway is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole interior ? ``

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

Nodding when he said to go and open the door, she moved out of the motortruck and went to open the front threshold. She looked back to see Mr O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint household menage. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good parliamentary procedure, pull through for some rummaging.

'' Her epithet is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the kinsperson portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenaged girl with dyed blue hair, a real cute smile and a little girl adjacent threshold eccentric of lulu.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrait as Mister O explained the site in more detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the lady friend was okay, then had a thought and looked around the home. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the adult female in the exposure. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from firearm to nibble. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runic letter of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to narrate once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't roll in the hay if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to ingest some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you be intimate if the runes have any railroad tie to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

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

Mr. O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all watchword restricted curriculum which he brought up an email from the young lady 's father :

Maddie,

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

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

Mister O then brought up police record regarding the man, `` He 's a have intercourse procurer. Likes to sell lady friend struggling out in the street, more specifically college fille barely able to keep their tuition fee costs. And attend what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was honest news show. cypher he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the fille might be okay or slowly to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was numb, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The e-mail from the father made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. thing were bad and were going to get speculative from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This hale thing makes me upchuck, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search story ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy playact into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out tawdry than a question to him.

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

Daisy took a cryptical breath when he said that he was going to go beat the data out of the man and she nodded. `` okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a fiddling shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the nominal head door and stepped outside, pulling the gang of coffin nail from her scoop and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerve as the shot carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr O roared from interior. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging phone could be heard. The ruction was enough to make the closest neighbor to peak out the windows.

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

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

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

'' We got a lead story, '' Mr. O said to Daisy as he straightened out his wear. `` You bequeath to do some undercover ? There 's a bawdyhouse in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his inter-group communication. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clew. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

minute began to tramp by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl President Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary bicycle street pimp, he mostly deals with occult mathematical group. They usually have good financial backing operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Andrew Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to wipe off his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portraiture and the syndicate pictures, we assume Madelyn has a stiff adhesiveness with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the inquiry remains, do you think the Fatherhood is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explicate the situation with the cult and the ponce, she nodded in understanding and ran a mitt through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the dubiousness and I have a sick impression about it. To me, the signaling point to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my notion. ``

'' 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 acting was that of the news. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two sentence Alfred Bernhard Nobel public security prize recipient role, Sebastian ideal to lead the new cultivating island off the slide of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and effort to better humankind has made him the ideal option for this new settlement, '' 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 pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother master of ceremonies, I 'll tell them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to retrieve some have a go at it answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mr O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radiocommunication display and she could n't work out out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no thought who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and mind. Perhaps she was just tidal bore to listen any tidings in the globe since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of shipway to make herself bet the character more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to result rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her pilus some and few small smudges in her war paint and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fighting and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge mountain but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mr. O looked at her and then gave her a stunt woman return. The look of her being distressed no question appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the interior, but the mess of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for function in life story.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sentience that I believe it 'll elapse. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a star sign notifying their entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better lifespan. But, within the community also lurked a hush-hush sect of cultists using the community to hide their shadow work. `` bet around, it should be labeled as a auberge of some variety. It has no public figure, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the room access, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would sink. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a short drive to the region of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to search out for their address and she nodded some. Looking at all the construction and dwelling, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mr O circled around the block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building freight and unloading passengers.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` espouse my lead and hold out every now and then. The guy in the bus hitch across the street from the construction is a safeguard. He was sitting in the same spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the part. `` I can be a pretty good worker, '' she said with a picayune smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the rough handling. She knew it was percentage of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him drag out her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to crusade against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and tell him to let her go.

Mister O did n't respond verbally as she played her persona as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the steering towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old flat construction with empty rooms with the exception of old seam used for service.

Inside to a greater extent homeless looking straggler stood near the entrance, no dubiousness they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit door were loose, inside the vision of lady friend appearing to be in their college long time, about looking foreign were being forced to serve older men.

One way in exceptional had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby font. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three elder man inside had shut the doorway.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated dissonance as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving contaminating tone to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few here and now. The old men who looked homeless person made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. portion of her was, but she figured it fit the component part since she 'd be wanting to film in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor young lady and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the room access. These hapless girls, god only knew the matter that were being done to them.

Mr O approached what appeared to be the building post, `` wine-coloured, charwoman, to which I act the airheaded goat, '' he said to the citizenry in the office. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The multitude in the role sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in specific seemed to be the knob as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. 3rd flooring, way 314. We give you $ 500 superfluous if she is vestal like girl with naughty hair's-breadth. But, if not, okay she will come out fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking people tonight. She surely hoped that was n't genuine. `` Let 's go, '' Mr. O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the office. As they made it to the stair, he whispered in her ear, `` stay calm air, I wo n't let them put you to form. But someone knows something. ``

But the guy did credit Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the steps, Mr. 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 parody 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 bloomers back up.

Around his body were a duad of female person legs, as he turned around he revealed a raw girl appearing to be in her 20 laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr O noticed the Pres Young female child had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal lip. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Whitney Young girl and could plainly see the seeded player dripping from her.

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

Horns began to come forth from his forehead and strange marker began to radiate on his cutis. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to verbalise, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

Mister O did n't hesitate and pull back his handgun, but the unknown man lunged forward in one leap and grabbed Mister O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mr O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the room door shut by itself locking Daisy and the early misfortunate little girl with the unknown man.

Daisy screamed and went all-inclusive eyed, wondering if he was perfectly. She was picket and staring at the man, `` W-who are you ? ``

'' Who I am is not crucial, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A ho-hum paced walk, with each whole tone his bang thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is of import is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fat bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal young. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the thanksgiving Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable itch to plant his seed. '' As he explains his intent with one hired man around her and the early touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's materialisation 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 push him away, looking over his shoulder at the girl and hoping she was going to try and aid.

He then brought his facial expression closer to hers, his teeth were wish fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long CVA with his tongue licked her from her cervix then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this dry land for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to undress her. Something about her scent and taste caused him to go into a fury.

Daisy grimaced a little when he smelled her and licked her neck opening and face. His hand was on her stomach, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this fourth dimension it was unlike. 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 variety"had n't existed on ground in a hanker time.

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

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

With a look of insatiable lust in the horned man 's face, he continued to verbalize, `` You resist now, but soon you shall attend Djall. In two moons when my kin works Djall 's seeded player into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born afresh and your offspring shall help show his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his knickers as his vile phallus, a fantastical version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like coloration with odd frame like that of a series of naut mi and stud piercing along the light beam. Her trouser now halfway down her thighs along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his knickers. This man did n't even look to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not pick up 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 flavor of her pussy friction 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 toll of her own self-respect.

Her middle saw his worthless tool as it slid between her peg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and chilling looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her rose hip and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and pay your Creator offspring, I 'll have a higher chance of being rewarded for my overhaul ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me thoroughly and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her bridge player move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of trend, but somewhere rich down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to commit in. As she unbuttoned a few clit on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a recollective skinny and forked tongue like that of a serpent. His middle also began to shift as though they were like a Hydra as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the rampart.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to engender the fertile soundbox ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to berth it to penetrate her.

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

But just as he was so disquiet, the door burst afford 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 primer coat. The blastoff rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to break through him in the slope of his head with a flying stifle bang causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the suddenly man on the trading floor and fired a few scene, trying to aim for the school principal, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in disbelief with his final lyric, `` 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 sure I was utterly before enjoying some sexy prison term with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the youth girl 's heart rate, the miss that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the assholes in the bureau, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few stroke from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the lav and cleaned the now-dry seed from the early daughter 's vagina and thighs and then got her to awaken up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't know who you are, sweetie, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police place. Somewhere safe. Get a morn after pill and recount them what happened or as a good deal as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor miss. With that, she reassuringly fixed the daughter haircloth and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the authority, happy the stab had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the role. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to help them. Let 's capitulum back to Madelyn 's theater until we have more item. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a piffling 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 accession coming to care for the little girl and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the theater, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two lunation or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semi surprises spirit, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his following are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian god, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the painting were some sort of attunement runes. A mean value to pull in her body capable of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two night. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the prospect to do so.

'' OK, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking Virgo with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstention is not really a strong American language tradition these daylight, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old stories and wives taradiddle. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the remark about there not being many virgins in U.S.A., nodding and letting out a small laughter. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while enceinte van pulled in. From the helicopter, men and women in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the caravan, many in shadow cause arrived.

'' secret agent O, we will subscribe it from here, '' said a charwoman from one of the hand truck with obscure hair which seemed to be in rush, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden spate of hoi polloi in the sour suits with armed combat bang. `` I was able-bodied to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and fair sex came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The fair sex said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to agree and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my sort'had n't existed here in a hanker metre ,'I do n't be intimate what he meant, '' she explained.

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horn man referred to her kind which left Mr. O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't sleep with. Do you experience anything outside of the average ? exercise, a buzzing in your judgement, or second raft like imaginativeness, or do you actually see matter certify that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can break what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll sustain to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

time of day earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small forsake township is now populated by unknown men in cloaks and tough. Many roam with blowlamp in their hand as they circle around what was once a church service that had been regaled in strange glyphs and mark. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in mission. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forty and had gray haircloth. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My racy angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed yoke of men with one others in the driver arse and another riding scattergun. She looked tired and upset. Her eye 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 secernate her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was important.

She 'd been taken from her vacuous family home by some crawl and taken to a building full of scumbags and piteous girls forced to kip with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to disinvest au naturel and be examined multiple fourth dimension. She 'd only been fed complete, common cold food and given body of water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute dame and tartan blouse with knee-high socks and flats to match. Her hair's-breadth was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

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

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their strong-armer, the teen 's eye widened and she could n't assist but gaze. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her diffuse, gravelly 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 mother when she was a low child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my blue holy man. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church building and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that phonation ring out, her hide got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a shade. Looking over in the direction of the vox, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mommy ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the miss trailed off. There was obvious reverence in her heart and she did n't know what to reckon or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own president, the rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the terra firma. Madelyn watched her don as he spoke and shook her read/write head when he told her to rent a rear end.

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetie, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were Whitney Moore Young Jr., but the truth is I 've been looking for you my unit living and I 've been alive a long clip. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in lovemaking with her. She was a ace mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How extra you were, and it was my greatest joy to keep an eye on you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to get the true watercraft for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many scholar I had taught in my college learning humanities classes, none of my runic letter responded. But, when you started your number one year of college and came to call in me in my schoolroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runic letter, I knew I had to submit them home and exit them where Djall can see 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. allow for me to shew you a new humanity, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make sensory faculty to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so mixed-up and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was agitate her pass and fight the teardrop building up in her oculus.

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

'' You asked who all these multitude are, they are our comrade, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will serve you. Djall can also work your mother back, but there is something that must be done, '' her father 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 mean he can bring mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all crazy. I just want to go family. I want you to derive base, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her young build, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage panache of dress. Her Fatherhood marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was more than just the nineteen year old girl he raised going into college.

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

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her beginner as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and keep abreast the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi picture show or Lovecraft story. It was strange to get a line him talk like this. He was usually so legitimate and voguish and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be serious ... you expect me to trust you 're that old, '' she said with a glower, running a helping hand through her foresighted gamy hair.

'' They ca n't fetch back mamma, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go faulty, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a thick breath, `` Please enjoin me this is all some sort of jape ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to look agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her begetter raised his hired hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sentiency of distressfulness and a stern whole tone, `` You may not realise yet, but you will, soon it will become clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange strange language.

Madelyn looked scared when her Father-God 's tone changed and he began to say that she would soon find out. The chanting took a mo for her to actualise it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her father as he started walking away.

'' pappa, delay ! 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 dodging, yet their hired man reached out to her as if they wanted to feel her body with their helping hand. `` The vas is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall arrive to life ! ''

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

It was obvious they wanted her to look out as her father continued while the dark paries of the church glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her Padre stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around trumpet began to sprout from his os frontale as similar mark on his cheek also began to burn.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open lip when her father began to grow hooter and glow. She had thought the early men were just demented and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be veridical. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present tense clip, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's menage with Daisy when a red light source began to toot in the center console table. Mr O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor lizard as before to pop up in the fascia, in the screen was a light-haired cleaning lady that began to talk with a European stress, '' salutation, PI O,

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

'' It seems the man you disposed of in the 3rd base is a forest god, '' she answered.

Mister O seemed a bit storm by that, `` A lech ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional beings, those types do n't normally traverse over. The asshole worshiped Djall, is Djall that knock-down ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from parturition, this one in particular proposition we believe was human being Max Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the same immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the antediluvian Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual craziness, prolificacy, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, hold on me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could turn over down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a wakeless smoker by any means. The plurality in her purse had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the headphone call.

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

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

'' The team is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a swell avail, but you are a civilian and not a trail operative. I 'm sure you have motion that needs solution, and we do too. Like how you knew about antediluvian cryptic code and the letch implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your Service today and we will be in touch if you should decide to find answers to those questions. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her purse and watched Mr O as he spoke, saying that she had been a big help. She knew where this was going. He was going to say that she had to go now and that this was n't a topographic point 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 occupy you to any finish you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the front threshold without even a hug or a handshaking. He said pretty a good deal what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her lips and shook her head.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not indisputable how else to oppose. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to base hit and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't make love what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

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

Then the foreign entity began flooding her judgment with the whole church service as if she were there. She began to see around and see all the thing going on. The detail filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely nude and thrusting savagely into a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another lech rocking her pelvic girdle to pleasure him. There were great deal of girls there seeking to have massive 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 male parent. She made her way ending and could see the fair sex orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingers in the cage to equal her dead body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young miss, slowly overtaking the gloominess and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any inside information that would head 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 bearing, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the townspeople. Outside of the church seemed desolate. But then, there was one planetary house that left a hint to their position. A wooden Post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, `` Two synodic month Vineyard. ``

The promote away from the church, the stranger the townsfolk seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A Shirley Temple Black Corvus corax suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a deal of raven flew in circuit around her which eventually caused lightlessness green goddess to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the sonorousness and winced.

Within the sinister smoke, a man in dark and shoot article of clothing emerged. The sens seemed to emanate from him, but his pass was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his mind down and sound reflection of indistinct whispers continued to reverberate as if he were inside her ear.

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

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

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't think her, he knew well enough to lie with that there were other forces at study. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to cognise better than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always upright to toy on the side of guard and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

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

Inside, the home was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a foreign forensics investigation of the household. Mister O continued into the firm 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 listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busy the humble family home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more than citizenry here now, all of them doing something and looking dangerous in their gear. She also tried to abide out of the way and followed Mister O.

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

However one man in special was uniquely dressed in clothes designer clothing. While the military looking 1 had scruff and beards with short hair, this other gentlemen had hanker hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with versatile throwing sticker and a fighting blades.

'' fountainhead, O, gladiola yah can bring together us, '' the man said with a Cajun speech pattern. And then he noticed Daisy and took one script to greet her `` Well hello, darlin', the figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just promise me beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale skin.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike squad that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met dude, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpoke ball cap is Doc holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and mortarboard. Now could you please explicate what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to pick up her cerebration a bit. `` I saw a shadow place, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were masses dressed in dark dress, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue angel haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a batting cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye persuasion of what I think was grape vine playing field. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` postponement, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic God of fertility, religious Adam, ritual madness, and wine devising. A hedonistic deity. It would create sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine, like near grape Fields, '' he said as he began to shift out his clothes into jeans and a jersey with boots and tactical train. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to see on the map.

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

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

'' OK, Beau, not right now, '' Mr. O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his vest, `` Daisy, there are various possible locations with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two lunar month Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, iniquity, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The townsfolk looks utter and desolate. Madelyn 's in a John Milton Cage Jr., watching her don with the others. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. O and the balance looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to travel now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an rape rifle over his articulatio humeri and holstered his pistol on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow ghost. They 're bringers of death and day of reckoning. They're usually found near hospital, disaster, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mr. O as they spoke and nodded a piddling bit. `` That makes sensory faculty, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hair. She did n't recount them about the man who met her in the emptiness and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to belt down her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and wonder about. She might ask about it at a later clock time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - blackamoor Corvus corax Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't much significant. A lot of the team appendage including Mister O spent to the highest degree of the campaign locking and loading their guns and calibrating their cathode-ray oscilloscope.

'' We got a fix on Two lunation vineyard, '' said Mister O, `` Only job is, we have several Ithiel Town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll postulate to help us name which town looks familiar to you. ''

gallant however sat there sharpening each of his blades, `` Do n't ya concern 'bout a matter, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that precious lil tush of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! commando ! '' tap team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more highschool testosterone muscle head case.

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

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

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

When fashion plate 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 helicopters with veneration, having never been on one, and nodded at Mister O before following him.

exterior of the truck in an open bailiwick, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One sentence, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc holiday, clotheshorse, and Mr O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to push back the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The chopper although dark blue seemed as opprobrious as the night itself, unmarked and solid in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both eggbeater took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what swain said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab good sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roomy had been nice enough not to kvetch her out after all this happened, and go on about her life story. She 'd try to get a formula job, avoid her old acquaintance and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some weird diddly-squat surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on opposition ends of the chopper with their triggerman pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earpiece on to convey with each other over the loud propellor haphazardness as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minute of arc out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to contrive as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right fix, we 'll prepare our plan of attack. It 'll be a hot drop, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got tacit. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon serve and there were more important things as the other eggbeater caught on fire and started to go down.

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' trusted enough their eggbeater was descending to make a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along incline of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into sinister pot and appeared as a man with crude blade in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the fauna appeared in their helicopter and she did n't have intercourse what to do as she watched the while archetype was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his handgun to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the English of the helicopter slashing away at the railway locomotive. sheik unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the tool taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc holiday as the eggbeater began to twirl out of control. Daisy was frenzied when they said their whirlybird was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't know what else to do.

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

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

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that here and now meter felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to look her division for the brothel which caught his attention, perhaps a sense of draw he felt. Though he was n't going to take it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to assist her brace for the imminent clangour.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her breast and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mr. O. She was n't sure what happened side by side. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the future few second. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a lineal crash but still spin out around and slide across the vineyards like a blowout wagon train that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravitation slipped away from around them as her metrical unit stopped touching the metallic element floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the undercoat, she fell unconscious mind. Herself, Mister O would find themselves somewhat safe on the ground, far from the smash. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mr. O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The whirlybird collapse site was a well land mile away. How they ended up so far from the eggbeater was a mystery.

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's Padre ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood forfeiture, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them witness our gloriole, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to puff them both towards the church service to uphold their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - precede Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her recollective journeying, and gagged because she would n't hold on weeping and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual Acts and dark rituals in figurehead of her and it seemed to hold some result on the young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the intimate energy of Djall and it was making her More accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more stoic. The old nighttime, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the womanhood in the furore took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and paw bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to revel the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatized that she could do zippo but accept her fortune or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't concentre on the thought long enough to enter out what was going on in her own encephalon. However, the mentation of her father using her for such rite still made her desire to break into tears.

After the bath, the cleaning woman had drawn a few symbolisation in unlike places along her stacked organic structure. She did n't distinguish them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to view more sexual ritual, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few time of day before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some force she did n't know and she 'd gone into a abstruse, dreary 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 dress in a very poor state from the impact 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 name, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't intend she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made scuttlebutt about her eubstance and some of the women had said she could be another of the cult 's sexual sacrifices.

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your slumber, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessity for the lineage sacrifice to check the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to pall me ? Your name is Arminius, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to rally a low pace deity so fucking obscure we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to teach Sir Thomas More about him. ''

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

Armin did n't expect too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful mankind, '' Hermann warned.

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

'' Let us start up the pleasance and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to savor ! '' Armin announced.

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

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed muted as she watched the panorama when the man woke up, then heard her forefather insert the beginning of the ceremonial. A stir of butterfly filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of preparedness and desire. When they opened the batting cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breathing place, stood up and let them take her hands and help her step down from the platform that the John Milton Cage Jr. was one. The young woman was completely naked in forepart of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a expert job of fighting the impulse to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its primary result, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be component part of the festivities. `` Bring the woman intruder, she will now join in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his salacious itch with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Arminius command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a firm grip of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely move against their range. As she was brought to the communion table and could see Madelyn being led over to fend just a few pes from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a pinch of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in particular sat on Mr. O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The place was definitely an ill-chosen one for Mr O. It seemed once the satyr got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of male to females was absolved more with the males. To every two or three Male, they had to share a female among the group. But, as two of the letch pulled Daisy along to the altar before Arminius, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. often of the satyrs'nails were like razor sharp nipper 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 taller than Madelyn and more slim down, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her organic structure had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to bask this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to accomplish or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with envision jewelry as if to prep her some more. bracelet, anklets, and finally a livery to finalize her array for the ceremony while her Father continued to thrust and dawn two of the slaves, one after the other.

While to the highest degree of the letch thrusted savagely into their distaff partners like feral brute, Armin stood there breathing hard while the char he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a slipway to develop like the others. He had grown his horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His look still intimate to Madelyn as her Father of the Church.

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

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal astragal, but the brain dower was much more of the common mushroom soma. The other, his rooster was shaped very similarly like that of a buck, but not as enormous. Neither part was close per se, but the scape appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the women servicing Hermann stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` move over your dad a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tint while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the former fille. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would translate, and it was even more apparent 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 petty hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to make him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eye fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat foot, but before she could, something seemed to stir 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 fight or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their dead body nearly touching hers. She could see their cocks and how exchangeable they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a lenient fiddling moan escaped her brim. There was something so ... depraved, yet utter in that kiss.

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

Daisy gasped and squirmed a niggling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clitoris. This seemed to be having an upshot on the blonde, causing her to wriggle more than and conclude her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a missy in the midriff of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the backrest let out his bifurcate spit as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slide along her cutis. The former, also having a forked clapper licked her from the bottom of her Kuki-Chin then up her lips trying to try out her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to puzzle out her tegument, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her headspring back a bit more, almost seeming to love the intuitive feeling, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to preserve these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could lose their restraint any second. Then behind the lech in nominal head of her, a shady man with a fellow vocalisation appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to balk ? assure me what you truly deprivation. ''

Feeling the passionate osculation from his daughter, at get-go Arminius 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming immature lady he raised since her childhood. But the more than their osculate continued, the Thomas More he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his germ. As he did so, not only did he retain to translate while inside the hard worker, his tongue also transformed into the branch tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other adult female. It was easy to tell. Madelyn did n't block up the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her oral fissure, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the safe kisser but she definitely put the exploit and lustfulness into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to try out her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable moans became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her backtalk.

And she easily guessed what he was going to do next as he pulled his glossa out of her throat that dripped his now thick spittle which almost seemed wretched compared to human.

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the hard worker. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one mile at a time causing a popping speech sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his rooster seemed dissimilar from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head portion seemed to continually move and twitch like a flexing heftiness. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green eyes, licking the thickly saliva off her lips. He told her to pick him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his pecker.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and work some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the osculation, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft of light, seeming to receive no trouble with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each punch, Armin 's cock seemed to answer to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to go forward to seep out more of his come. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the man he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

The degeneracy was serving their ceremonial quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to affect the others as the Department of Energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the comrade spokesperson spoke in Daisy 's judgment again, `` Do you require that inside you ? Do you want to try out it ? '' He asked.

The words seemed to dip into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Thomas Young miss lick her father 's tool as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the articulation asked her if she wanted to taste the tool, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her trunk. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your sass. Use your body to take a crap him transform once to a greater extent. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No turning dorsum

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her back talk, it was clear his dick reacted to every single touch. The early two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to savor her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transmute as well as if Daisy 's juice had the final ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp bitch. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly hike and dip in a rhythm with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and oral fissure.

Her headspring bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few prison term and causing her own saliva to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slacken her pile. She seemed thirsty and labor to do this. Letting her own manus evenfall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the serving of the cock her lip could n't progress to, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse rooster knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to pervade her, he simply wanted the beam to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the unscathed driving. First your Father-God, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the forest god put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to revel in the speech and the feeling of his comb-out. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower part of the stopcock enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

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

The lech enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her soundbox against his dresser gave him a blissful facial expression on his boldness, a perverse look of expiation even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royal line under his dark perverted god. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her genu having her sit on his lap. While the early slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the peter while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's Virgo twat.

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 female rub the ray of light against her virgin pussy backtalk, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her founding father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the erstwhile fille, obviously experienced, suck her founding father 's cock.

As more letch approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her foundation. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her fondness, `` take into account me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The other lech were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their touches and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a hard worker and forest god continued to make diabolic know above him caused him to kick the distich away, but as it seemed they did n't oppose to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Hermann and the girls.

'' trespasser, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your buff kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's fountainhead onto the prick of his beaded cock and slither their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your devotee where your commitment lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too unattackable inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large lump as her mouth pleased his shaft 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 rooster, both trying to get as lots as they could. Both of them were also moving their pelvis 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 human relationship. If anything, there definitely was a cold-shoulder sense of affection towards her. But nothing that would break his marrow over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to formulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the contribute sense of treason corruptness ? Djall was the deity of joy, not pain in the ass and betrayal. someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much cerebration into her family relationship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt terrible for him having to watch this, but she could n't check herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a minor part of her could care right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a spread. Something about her in item that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave riding him. The former slaves took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a jet of dark foulness.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her eubstance up and down letting her privileged thigh and kitty finger his buck like rooster pulsate and twitch while the hard worker with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her mingy legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, diffuse cutis of her thighs and she knew there was a missy at the end of his peter, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his peter towards Madelyn 's lip wanting her to take him her back talk. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the former satyr 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own 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 mouth widely, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spittle all over her mouth and Kuki. She took her father into her rima oris, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's straits bm from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's leg, loving the preference and smell of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to palpate her deeper inside her sassing with each thrust. The little girl had ceased to be his daughter, his wild blue yonder holy man. She was now another retainer pleasuring him in overhaul to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to sense more.

Madelyn 's oculus were wide. Normally she would birth closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too a great deal to do so. Her big, wide, super C eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Father-God and over at Daisy. The dick in her mouth was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much to a greater extent skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

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

Being a satyr himself and from his end transformation during his passionate candy kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower dead body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry peg, the cling feet. His balls had dark skin and a musky look to it. It was not a impregnable consistence odor. Instead, it was more like the spirit of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his dick into Madelyn 's oral fissure, the more his chunk continued to smother the lower portion of her face under him.

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

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

On his back, with his biramous tongue the lech continued to drub Daisy 's Henry Sweet tap flower. His tongue stretched out much longer and his spittle much like their intimate fluids were thickset. With each lick, his slobber coated her scissure. Watching Madelyn 's pussycat as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her drop sealed with a paries of her soon fading innocence hovering over his nerve made him unsatiable as he gave her one recollective stroke of his glossa along her muliebrity. Meanwhile the former lech did n't take care licking her rump hole, tasting her sore parts of her cover girl tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his longsighted tongue and gave Madelyn delight she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lecher rimming her surprise her and she gasped but after the initial jounce, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her founder 's dick, swallowing all his chickenhearted precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the situation. With hand movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another striver to service his sacrilegious penis. `` Let the virgin and the blabber perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their soundbox and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious undertaking to tempt the two more into their sensual turpitude.

Daisy had been about to put up her snatch to Armin since the shadowy number had said that he needed a final shift, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a lot of misdirect forest god. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and specks of lily-livered cum.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a appearance. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to affair already but did n't look too swage about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an moment, they began to seduce out fiercely, wrapping their blazon around each other and kissing in a wake passionateness, letting their tongues dance in each other 's backtalk.

They 'd prompt from that every few present moment and scavenge the cum off the early 's face and then go back to their candy kiss. Their leg shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to dig furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this fleshly saltation, showing her Whitney Moore Young Jr. partner the Mexican valium of being with another woman.

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

The other satyr appeared to be going in a craze as they watched. And then there he was, the shade man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to commingle with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck opening, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. use up my phallus in your sassing one last time before I take your body. I shall exact you as mine. ``

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

He was in her thinker again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not require your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this flavor of being craved ? The collar 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 choker, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to clear that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the Christian Bible he said and they had an effect on her. An overtake Wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

This solitariness had always been pose in her life sentence, she always felt the need to go to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her work force and human knee over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her mouthpiece, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her foresighted blonde hair for the collar.

'' Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her head. Then there it was, the sound of clasping alloy as the silver leash was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Hermann seemed dissimilar. His body still the Lapp as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unequaled vim about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the apprehension snap around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of solitariness in her stomach and the little intuitive feeling of treason on her own part.

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

She felt him lift her up and it was a capital feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and knee joint toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager cock in stead to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No comeback

The headway of his dick pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, thick, knotted stopcock slid easily into her with only if minimal stretching and military unit required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her lip. Then each knot that seemed to throb with each entry. A gimcrack, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as nautical mile after mile and inch after inch penetrated her and skid thick inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Hermann sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's top dog between his own legs. a great deal like he did with Daisy, he smothered her fount against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in diffused fur to make up for the rough peel, but he wanted his little girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of form, there was n't much violence required, but she liked it. She took in the scent of his musk, the stew that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough hide. She had to catch her intimation 3when she could but she did n't look to mind.

pulling Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the hump of each gnarl. Then he slowly raised her up only to mosh her back down. The Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of his peter was singular, it was more rocky. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that bass into her bitch. She thought she was going to take to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible fervour on her nerve when he began to pull her fit trunk up and flap down it back down. The shape of his cock made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own rosehip to assist him, then put her hands on his articulatio humeri to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the force-out of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the low gear clip, but when the point of his stopcock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't admit long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the striver. Armin was no longer a man, but a animal, a mythical creature of pure lecherousness. Even his clod began slap Madelyn 's boldness the more he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his torso. He gave a good hard push and roared like wolf. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each Calidris canutus on her belly twitched as well. His muscularity began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new translation 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 pair of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her heart were wide of the mark as she watched this happen. He then resumed his wolf knife thrust, using her body for his delight. His glossa came out of his rima oris, 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 push into her, spread her peg full around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure joy. That push was voiceless and unrelenting. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned peg tight around him and leaned her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

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

He answers her plea. Armin began to look more animate being like rather than human with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his bead rod into her like a dog in heat energy trying to mate.

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

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

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

Armin 's body office was also very animal like, or yet More inhuman. kind of than thrusting while on his knee joint as most would in that specific position between their partner 's leg as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting billet thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squatting situation, he had Daisy 's articulatio coxae slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to labor the excrescence on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the jut had an force while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin drop. It was this combination of being capable to perk up both lady friend that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Hermann like a bawd. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were loud and intense, her breast was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other lecher, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like mold legs, Armin 's began to morph as his sinew spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His stage continued to change its shape into a goat like variant giving him More flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his crouch 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 hands on her father 's articulatio humeri.

'' Oh, dad, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to have that interior of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, fill up our pretty pet with your semen and let her watch you drive me as your watercraft. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a depraved look to him. The more he pushed inside, the farseeing a grayish and Brown whiskers began to raise under his jaw. His centre had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the fit continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a fury. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulb pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them craunch against her virgin pussy and feeling her juices making Daisy 's hide below her glisten, combining with the sudor. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her plenteous white meat 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 stopcock into her with one terminal final push button, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his cock went into convulsions spewing his filthy seeded player inside her. Even through the bulges, his hammer twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her torso was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellowness ejaculate began to inundate her womb and flood around from around the cock to defecate a underworld of a smelly, mucilaginous mess between their branch.

Armin howled in delight as he his shift continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the finally jet of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry a great deal like his ramification as it wrapped around Madelyn 's trunk as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a seat, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much cutis. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid extrusion throughout the queer pelt and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Arminius 's musky seminal fluid. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her script down to roughly rub down the moving, pulsing medulla as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - whiteness doomed

Arminius continued to scrunch like an animal in his newly formed hind leg. He continued to smile in joy with more than than mere satisfaction, instead it was a aspect of conquest. His arse continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to curb his new limb.

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

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

Mister O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled violence all over his cheek. `` Me an holy man ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest thing to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a halo at one stop, now he has horns even handsome than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much longer, '' Arminius said arrogantly as he pulled his member one knot at a time from Daisy. Each air mile 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 effusion of his cum to travel along. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious sassing. Some dripped out in dumb flow, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was zero compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo the Virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the pattern of a lech as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to tend back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each hand keeping them spread clear. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the workforce once she saw that it was what they were for.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final examination moments of her virginity. She was now perched in front man of the whole room with her Virgo the Virgin slit exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her station as the vas.

'' shuffle me a king, '' 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 just game to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their carnal orgy as one lecher placed her on his lap with her backrest against his body. His rooster, which was also oddly shaped with strict musculus and and knockout midst veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her bound on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come down from the immense 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 move and she found herself character of it. She was placed in a letch 's lap and it was mere here and now before his cock was shoved deep inside her exploited cunt, sticky and slick magazine with the semen of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to strike her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no clip. Leaning her principal forward, she took one in her backtalk and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the former and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't for certain how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find ways to stimulate her in more satisfying ways at the Lapplander time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetence for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasance. As Arminius led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his book binding. As the crew continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to break away and slip away undetected from their beguilement.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing More than an objective for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving viva pleasure from her began to metamorphose. Most commonly, the goat like hind leg. Soon the other satyr took notice and wanted her dead body to metamorphose as well as it seemed to be requirement to be desirable of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female married person seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a president or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many tool in her backtalk as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a sporting lady right now.

Having the hind legs made the satyr more agile and pliable to have got her in dissimilar positions. One had Daisy straddling over his leg human face to side as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands 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 cock against her little lead in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being doubly penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his shaft into her soused ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her arsehole open and stretch over the head of his yearning cock. The more he fall off it into her ass, the Thomas More rigid the beam of light of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her drive and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At maiden, 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 hold back for them to be the one in presence of her, filling her with their disgusting cum and shoving their strange tool inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her Church Father and she gave him that like look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs afford to him, her scissure almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy glossa right on her lilliputian star below her Virgo pussy. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the sheepcote tasting her knoll and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her tit, a difficult slobbering suck on each one leaving a wretched mess. Then his tongue continued to tantalise up some more until it found its way in her backtalk.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his knife from her mouth, a long line of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The amobarbital sodium haired missy moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the spittle string fell against her sick skin. His seat rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her consistence as it rubbed against her cutis.

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

Each slub eager, the chief wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's dearest. He pressed his dirty member against his blueish holy person 's innocence. His hind end wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her backtalk. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as instinctive. He began pulling her soundbox towards him, his quarter slightly tightening up with the intensiveness. The headland continued to storm its way into her drop tearing through her moral excellence, the hymen.

The female child clenched her clenched fist and moaned with the tail wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her musculus tended as his large putz pushed against her mingy, untried pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how overcharge her cunt was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her cachet. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued body of work it in forcefully, his oral fissure began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a animal needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the mind of his penis broke through her seal of purity. naturalness forever lost to a vile fishgig of filth.

When the seal of approval broke, an even darker, more intense wave of luxuria crashed over her. She was their world-beater now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their turncock in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and apply them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to labour forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each naut mi being forced in laborious than before. He was not making have intercourse to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy whore.

A few pearl of blood line escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her pussy was wet and Whitney Moore Young Jr. and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to make love to her. She wanted him and every former lech here to fuck her like the brute they were, like the world-beater whore she was.

Mr. O had been working on his escape. tiredness and enfeeblement slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to have it away his new training squawk of what was once his girl, a few specs of her blood from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. He was a blood sacrifice, the ceremony had taken issue on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the Sir Thomas More pain in the neck he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean pairing of beastly fauna and maid. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar member nestled inside Madelyn 's once devoid torso.

He gazed upon the excrescence formed by his oddly shape cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The slub did n't simply pulsate, instead the spear itself, although intemperately and house, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to find more of her inner walls as her body swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his articulatio coxae back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistence pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was lodge inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the kin group of the werewolf plurality, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his hammer continued to squirm even more on its own each meter he attempted to pull out, but still found himself hold fast inside her. It was a expert opinion no doubtfulness. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the Saame way, she grunted a little and lowered her top dog from its backward position and opened her eyes to calculate down in disarray. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his prick out of her ... a good problem to let in her creative thinker. She grunted, groaned and moaned every metre he yanked on her slit and forced her body forward but it was not a bad tone. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her soaked wall squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and buddy-buddy, it aided in the lubrication physical process as his primal urges consumed him causing him to hitch his pelvis frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip movements stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his grayback out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one air mile 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 better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to replicate his measure, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the preceding few minutes, short little flare-up of intense pleasure that made the pain in the neck like nix she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon sense, a real orgasm, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a sentence and slamming them back into her tiny consistence. The tight struggle was no uncertainty giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned creature. often like when he violated Daisy, he had a flavour of perversion and libidinous pleasure as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

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

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done tidy sum of naughty affair in here animation with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The Lapplander lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to drive pecker after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her subdued hide. She was encouraging the females to amount and kiss her ; lick her, appreciation her, ploughshare the cocks with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted zero more than to track or fulfil her with their dirty, stinking come.

There was even one pumping his member inside a hard worker, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off in spite of appearance Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his pecker inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to rip his phallus out and let his foulness dripping out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

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

All this while the one she was on top of used her torso like a rag bird as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and smart seed being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Same. Soon, her ass would observe the same path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to note the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her brim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his Equus caballus cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded dick in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a tertiary satyr, began trying to force his own hammer in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the mind in, a slave seemed eagre to help him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his turncock. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous cargo with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big peter and had another man mounting her from rear end and fucking her tight picayune ass. She gasped when the early man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the former. `` shtup, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good son, percentage that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female person tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now contribution that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time geological period. She did n't love 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 feel. It trapped you in the fourth dimension you 're in at the bit and makes you feel like there can be nada else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could finagle a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too slap-up. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a dark brewing inside him. He was no fighter, not the horse in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in compare to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past times life of Romance language was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one Nox stands, easy girls in alien lands during naval embrasure visit, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this iniquity that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a disconsolate path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't finger hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the putridness seeping inside his own soul made him lust war, he wanted to plunk his blade thick inside each and every satyr he saw and lay claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his bridge player and saw his veins turn shameful.

There was constant sounds of popping as Arminius 's grayback forced in and out of Madelyn 's faithful. Not once did the brain helping ever escape. Though the head was much buddy-buddy than all the knot, there were multiplication from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd flick her consistence as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the quarter, throughout Madelyn 's indecorous defloration, the rear slithered among her soundbox. During times of Armin 's intense stimulant, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit dissimilar. A few clip the tail spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the spirit was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a turn feeling. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit dissimilar. When the stern came up and splashed some succus on her sass, she licked it off and opened her sassing in causa that was what he wanted.

The shadower then ventured under her organic structure, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the butt began to rub against her bantam star in the cover. With his precum coating the fanny head, it began to tug inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised pant as the hindquarters went down under her and teased her ass cakehole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two character of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her capitulum back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your peeress blue, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The row were intemperately 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 dame blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My wild blue yonder whore, '' he said as his fury increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to bed their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his brim. `` Yes, pappa, your blue whore ... cyprian for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between oink and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of style. His cock would induce felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming ecstasy and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this stop. So, instead ; it felt like the topper thing on worldly concern as he continued to use her like a man of kernel. A part of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the only purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow germ into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to feed him. The god of fertility, spiritual ecstasy, ritual rabidness, these animal worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his phallic corruption began to wriggle even more rapidly inside her. His appendage grew warmer, he was close. Even each poking caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once impeccant physical structure more and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the same durability like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a pocket-sized quantity of his cum squirted out from her arsehole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her blanch hide.

While the tip of the tail made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit More of his off goo all over her organic structure until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to wet-nurse. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

Daisy heard that the maiden part of the ceremonial occasion was about to be complete and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of smutty cum flooded into her slit, 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 trunk, the satyrs demanded her to work Madelyn uninfected to get up her dead body for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the early females clean the off-key goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her succeeding job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to nurse on his balls to arouse the great seed while his precum continued to drip most likely to pull up stakes a sloppy mussiness on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the jolting sack and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was cliff of rip that fell. Then as Armin continued to brook his crude penis between her mild thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled girlhood unto the statue 's flabby member as her virgin blood has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even potential for the participant of this profanation to not even know the full extent. But with each cliff that managed to decrease on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's side, it piffling by picayune began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their vas, the ruined virgin is made into a prostitute for their deity. Another slave laid following to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned chunk. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd turn their straits toward each other and make out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very Saami that he blessed Daisy just here and now earlier, and the slave adjacent to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal DoS. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a slipshod mess as their merge fluids spattered with each thrust. His peg were dampness, even his balls were damp and glistened in dripping effort.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread panoptic as to not deprive the others of her physical structure. Her ample thigh were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined puss. The others saw Daisy and the former break one's back underneath. Their lower bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its rule, pink, pretty kitty-cat flawlessness.

For now, though, it still had slews of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its sass and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking turn of events planting their own seminal fluid in the the two of them, Daisy being the best-loved one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their load in her pussycat, they did. If they wanted to lift her articulatio coxae 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 tart she was in this moment.

One in item 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 time he had an chance. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout spirit in her fertile body specifically, even if that aliveness were an detestation of brute and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his jab movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow Thomas More punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the lowest 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 balance of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful break into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the item of his cock through her skin on the prominence on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the cruddy beast he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... semen ! '' he said in a rich raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that shoemaker's last, acute drive that would send every bit of his peter into muscle spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sore. It was happening, there was no denying it. His rooster began to wrestle and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his finally and final plunge into her ruined blossom, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in animal bliss. He pulled her body into him with his derriere wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His weaponry reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's side to asphyxiate his balls, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting xanthous filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless undulation. Each knot pulsating, whacking, and wiggling while the head teacher itself more trigger-happy than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his consistency, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her sassing fell opened in a breathless, soundless shriek of stark carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every summercater of his vile seeded player filling up her fertile, young womb as she was ineffective to run or do much else besides just demand it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow down calm, he pulled his offensive extremity out. As like the others and now with his little lady friend, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the point liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her optic. Her phonation was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a world-beater, '' she breathed out, her dresser heaving. She finally managed to look up about the time he started to rend out. With each pop of his pecker exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a flowage of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined puss. 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 facial expression on her side. `` A queen should n't ware her talent, '' she mused and went to cream Armin 's tool to assist make clean him up. The other little girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was unaccented. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, practically like sex could do to a soul. She 'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever think. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the old girl and nodded in arrangement. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending nighttime

Mr O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even mark. But this foreign feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the cleaning woman, jumping in the crowd and union in. Another side of meat of him felt pure hatred for the letch. Not because he was green-eyed or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal putrescence was driving him mad. He did n't care about the painful sensation anymore, yes it hurt beyond impression, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the Ithiel Town ? There was no town. Just an endless grape athletic field. There was no eggbeater crash ken within the aloofness, even as the moon shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a unknown vortex of cloud hovered above. Something was n't properly, even for a deity evocation.

Armin marveled at his latest chef-d'oeuvre. Spent most of his gallop human life as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze province drippage of his seed was a visual modality to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly mitt and pushed her face towards the statue 's now erected cock, `` You, rest here and revere Djall by cleaning him with your spit. ''

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

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

Arminius unhooked Madelyn 's pegleg 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 felicitous to be capable to displace around a bit.

He carried her to the sharpness of the altar while the satyr cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the fancy woman queen of Djall ! ''

Her breast filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a part of meat fed to dogs, Hermann simply dropped his daughter into the crew of sex hungry wolf. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her soundbox fell into the waiting crowd and she was quite glad 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 second before one of them had managed to get between her stage and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped cock was the first to feel his new queen from inside. All others were in a rush to push their hammer against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her sassing and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine cunt and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd 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 smack 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 notice that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the first time in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The letch adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their defile cream. Many of them sang in a foreign language while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her marriageable puss in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat leg in a squatting spot, this new interloper from behind had been able to encroach upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real piece of work and was instead being treated like the whore female monarch she was.

When the two lech found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in straw man had her tight kitty-cat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the firstly real number prick inside her plump ass. Her paw were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the terra firma, her mitt and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her lips from one tool to another patch others poured wine down their tool into her mouth.

rachis at the statue, Hermann sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their spit. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze slice fell from the arm onto Daisy 's brain. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if gnarl were begining to grow on the shaft, but the school principal seemed to resemble the read/write head of a horse cock. But the most concern particular, a purplish liquid seeped from the tip, a regal sweet smelling liquid.

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

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprise, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girl 's body tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue break. But of path she knew she had barely touched it except for with her back talk and tongue.

He touched the arm of the statue where the crack had be seen and shake it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no effect, then as the purpleness liquid continued to seep 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 sass. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. sugariness wine, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, brightly blue eyes.

'' wine ? '' Hermann said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the antediluvian Hellenic worshipped as Dionysus which wine-colored and grape crop were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his finger's breadth under her mentum and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a short bit when Armin 's hand came up to her chin and her body sort of just moved smoothly with his hand as he summoned her upright. 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 modify his mind.

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his animation. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his seed in three unlike uterus including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her hillock as the sound of moist flesh friction could be heard.

Arminius then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to invest her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected member of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's slit residue on the prick. Taking control of her pelvic girdle once again, Arminius moved her hips to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erect penis.

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

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

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

Daisy heard the vocalism as her pelvic arch were being moved back and Forth River. Her breathing was lowering and she was very, very unrestrained. 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 language when he said that she could be the one to really matter and told her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her hips, she sank down on the bronze cock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

exterior Mr O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their luminescence was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonshine was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow gesture through the oculus of the satyr that fucked her uterus. Mr. O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the centre of the lecher who 's knotted peter was pose inside her hindquarters.

He could palpate all the point, her soft impudence squeezing his beaded shaft, that slip and musky tactual sensation inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his oculus, Mister O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the situation and shake off his straits. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a flannel attire at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the girl slowly, the pain he felt from the observance subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure enough what to form of everything, or even this woman. The untried secret woman took a few footstep toward him. She had scanty animal foot and wore nothing but the pristine ovalbumin dress that was almost like a phantasy nightdress. She had deathly blanch hide, dark hairsbreadth, especially in equivalence to her peel, and pale, ghostly blue eyes.

'' how-do-you-do, Johnny, '' she said, her voice flabby and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute articulation of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his helping hand and showed no verbal expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny Reb ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, patrician script moving down to take the mitt he held the tongue in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The young woman before Mr. O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd founder him a reason, he just might slit her pharynx, `` Oh, sweetheart, it 's so precious when you play hoodlum guy. You could cut me into a million little piece right field now and I 'd be proper back in your foreland. I 'd be veracious back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

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

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

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

He had asked her a few motion, what he had done to her, who she was, the care. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger's breadth against her chin. `` That would piddle this all too sluttish for you. Well ... goose egg will ever be leisurely for you, except the affair 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 talk directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a soft, eerily calm smile. `` You 'll count on it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't give to obey the laws of physics, her whole consistency slid around to stand behind his. Only her metrical unit moved in sluggish steps. Her cool chest were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the scratchy wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to wrap up his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his brain. Flashes of him and a Lester Willis Young cute girl with rap hair spending clip together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. figure of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. imaginativeness of a well-chosen time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a volume, then visual modality of her being gang banged by the lecher in the most intense item.

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

She was laying on a sea of White and blackened sheets and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a cock that was much too orotund for a human girlfriend to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in phantasma could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her custody fell from his human face and she backed away. When she showed him the visual modality, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired miss was an old retentiveness, a stamp down memory. Good storage were n't always deserving remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ace as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the garden pink haired daughter. But seeing her as she was with her hip raised and the ominous individual about to take her from stern was a completely different level. She was minuscule, tenuous, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his loathsome fellow member.

It was more repulsive than any of the satyr, in many ways the tool resembled a muscular forearm with a serial of tentacles that curled into a tower fist for the head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a hammer invade her, was the welcoming aspect on her face.

The feel on her face was not a knowledgeable look or one that she put on for appearance. It was a aspect of felicity. literal happiness. The flavor a lover might hold going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained bond of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the secret womanhood while roaring with rage. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a fighting posture, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to yell with his tongue drawn towards her.

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

Mr O maintained his fight position while face to face with the mystic lady. As she explained that his nightmare was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the brink of stark rage.

'' And you 're about to let it pass again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's mortal '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 fad. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. sin, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the wretched 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole form would seem to fade away into the nighttime, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, voiced backtalk barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for hoi polloi ? '' With that, she looked into his oculus and then was gone.

'' And who are you to decide this ? ! '' Mr. O demanded, `` The roll in the hay you suppose to be ? ! My scruples ? ! I did n't extradite Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His paw shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could detonate at any here and now wanting to plunge his blade into the young lady. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to wish for masses ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a recollective clip ago ! The ability to tending was taken from me ! '' Then the flash lamp of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his nous.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to holler while more flashes of her case continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full phase of the moon apparent movement. There was no audio, just her aspect in front line with daimon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to like, the girl was gone from his sight. 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 bombast and raves and was surprised when he let the images into his headspring. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his existence.

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

Chapter 11 - furor ! Rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the gleam of the summoning runes diminished without the moonshine 's spark. But the night was unceasing in this new unusual property. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slack down. Many of the lech exhausted for their Nox of fucking. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to snap after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was clock time to finalise for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her top dog and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin lift her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her stage spread for his tail to slew into her put-upon cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the forest god were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` cock warmer '' keeping their fossil oil phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would swear out as Armin 's peter warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the first night of her new position.

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

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

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Armin came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slide his prick 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 fatherlike endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his sacrilegious form, 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 wrapped around her waist. `` I need another to keep this one warm, '' he demanded of Daisy.

Still tight, Madelyn 's young twat felt amazing for Armin as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from posterior. He sat upright with his spine 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 legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his implements of war embraced them both as he fell into sleep.

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

Madelyn had almost been at rest when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her niggardliness, she moaned and began to make cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one happy speech sound as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy external respiration. The lecherousness had released her and her mind was going a C miles an hr.

As everyone seemed to devolve asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more depraved state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lustfulness highschool. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her mind was starting to occur back. But she was had the afterglow of a dependable high. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mr O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and calm down, not wanting anyone to observe something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a tranquilize end to a dark of celebration really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't tell that it was his own intellect feeding into him with his range. Then his nous shifted to older remembering. As he approached the church service with a precipitation in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His one-time military associate that had perished before his eye years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammate flashed in his mind, a sudden flare-up of madness filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to recover one of the letch walking around. Mr. O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the forest god took a boozing and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull pattern on his face from the filth on the ground.

In his mean ire, Mister O smothered the letch 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no dubiety, but in close quarter it served a purpose. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to finger the pain.

The forest god slumped to the ground with his heart broad open in seismic disturbance. As he lost his foothold, Mister O wanted his go mess to be the font of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sorrowfulness knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that gloriole.

'' eternal rest in piss, shit, '' whispered Mr. O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the large room. Her eyes widened and her back talk was open. She did n't have it away what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was ill-timed.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Hermann and companionship. She looked down at the erect bronze member with a incredulous look and shook her question before leaning against it and watching the result that would come.

Some of the satyrs had little girl wrapped in their arms and stage, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lech 's head causing a cracking sound. The rottenness filling Mr O 's someone was causing his passion a bit of increased lastingness. The satyr screamed in botheration and awoke.

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

When he made his relocation and stomped on the lecher 's heading 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 retrieve he could ask on all these animal ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with doubtfulness and concerns. Madelyn did n't ignite up from the dissonance. She really was incredibly outwear out.

Armin was voice asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's contract of war, his process retracted from both miss immediately as he woke up startle. Just the like all the former satyrs and maidens woke up with a start look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Arminius ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody steel pointed at him. `` One at your brothel, and another in the former way. I 'm your blood sacrifice, right ? You want my stock ? come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The first satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to react with a forward thrusting kick to the pectus knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the lech were attack aircraft, even with excess strength and power, well-nigh could n't jibe with Mr O 's ferocity and experience.

The maid screamed in repugnance as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may take in been captives in the showtime, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to hold offspring now watched this lunatic tucker out them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyr that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserker rage. When his back was turned, those that were fighter among the letch used the opportunity to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each diagonal had caused him to return forward off balance only to get back up and proceed attacking.

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

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

It was then Mister O found himself in the niche and swarmed and overwhelmed by the horde. `` I must lead you both to prophylactic ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's arms. The maid followed as well weeping with the holy terror they witnessed.

Daisy was a little more argus-eyed. She sat up square and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr O 's fight with the lecher as both girls were staring astray eyed. Hermann told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to rupture to action.

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

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

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

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two lunar month, like this ! All the way to Two Moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing kicking coterie cadences.

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

His chances of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to campaign. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the rationality for his existence.

The dark haired cleaning lady stood there and watched. She did n't appear delight. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappoint. She just watched with her ghostly racy eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a footmark down off the political program and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one digit and a blazing white light shone through the building and the two little girl were gone. She did n't seem to care about the other females.

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

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his darkening soulfulness when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the visible radiation, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the mystic woman had gave him guidance he took a late breath and made his way out.

The Moon had set in this ceaseless Night. The township and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter 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 body began to limp. His cover was covered with cutting off. Even his shoulder bled out, almost of his clothing was soaked in his own rip.

With his furore waning down, all sound seemed to exclude off for him except for the sound of his deep intimation. Then he saw her blond hair's-breadth, her promising blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his physical structure was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a musical phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his imagination was turning black, Mr. O saw his tattoo and said in a normal oral presentation voice, `` memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The dark haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and visual sensation began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't be intimate 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 little girl would have to calculate it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

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

Madelyn would take some time to grab up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her trunk shifting in odd room. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! awake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulders.

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

Madelyn blinked and shook her brain. `` I ... I do n't have sex, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her metrical unit shakily and groaned. Her torso was sore from the Nox 's events. She walked back toward the seat they came from but could barely see it.

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

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

She could barely catch one's breath from how hard she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this metre it stared diffused and small-scale and flared up into the same bright flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the doss down whirlybird. The brightness was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar spirit vocalization, `` Where the fuck you come from ? inferno, where the roll in the hay you been ? '' said Doc holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the eggbeater smash. `` You look like shit, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying aid to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful boldness, darlin'. Also admire the kit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that eggbeater. I just wanted to look the hero part in front of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the very reality or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stick awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't surely. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her weapon around her stage and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their come all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girlfriend and their uterus were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even expect at fellow or say anything when he talked to her. For the import, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulder. She was also trying to hide herself a bit. The full free weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had sentence to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of rip, I need to do a blood transfusion. What 's your blood character ? '' Doc asked with a tonus of concern. He 'd probably have interrogative as to what happened to them, but now was n't the prison term.

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

'' Good ! '' Doc holiday responded as he took one of her weapons system and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an intoxicant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached impound needle to each end of a plastic metro which he stuck into her vein. stock began to flux through the tube-shaped structure towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mr O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a beef, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

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

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

When fop put the pelage around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her honest to sacrifice him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a present moment and then back to her arm and Mister O.

Both J-Rod and Doc 's radio receiver went off. `` Over-watch, this is Alpha. The church building is vacuous. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the vehicles are still here, but the church is empty. Setting 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 load. The software package is safety. bollix it to hell. ''

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

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

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

'' Alright, the Golgotha 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 little broken, but she was getting to the full stop where she could run a bit better.

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

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

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

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

The first eggbeater had landed, it was a different simulation from the one the tap squad rode in. As the side of meat doors opened, men and charwoman in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light gamey berets and puritanical neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with ravishment rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

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

The missy watched as all the eggbeater began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life-time. Though, with what they 'd seen over the finish hour, it was n't all that telling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, darlin', that I did. There was a sure monster on the side of meat of the helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah get it on, I gladly accepted that accolade and pulled the monster away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to get lost my style. The gens is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just send for me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward VI or Team Francois Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the clock time, '' Mr O replied, `` People become shit. ``

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

'' Typical, of course of study there 's always another prick up the food range, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

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

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make more sensation the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a menace and individual was trying to take attention of her. Her tegument paled and she stared at the man with wide eye. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a copestone and to a greater extent aesculapian equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a rip pack. It was the others, and distaff medick 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 live on entranceway in the computer logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr O, '' That junkie, the procurer that you beat up, old friend. It was no coincidence that he was at the same place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's aid went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your public figure. But the pattern was suppose to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would support something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this station. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too stiff and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old protagonist. signora, we do not know where this all leads, but Rome will provide resource to look into. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your hoi polloi have used ... bombs. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't realise why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is to a greater extent of a oath than blessing, old Quaker. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his team while more CIA agent arrived to escort Daisy.

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

'' You 've kicked expiry in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs response, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this bit on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a helicopter while the agents directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a fighter, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been part of a architectural plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some creature'lady of pleasure, she was now a instrument for some other force that she did n't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was defeated and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the chemical group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The acerate leaf was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was beaming 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 oculus and was led away.

Madelyn walked with beau and listened to his story with intent. She was well-chosen for this. It was keeping her mind off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to go on next. She smiled a piddling when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the squad, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those Koran came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the part on them, '' she explained.

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

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

While the factor led Daisy into his helicopter, fellow smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't listen if I catch me some beauty quietus, '' said Beau as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their chopper, Madelyn gave her a mild grin and nodded to Beau. `` I 'm going to do the like, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiet and put her blazonry around the blue-haired girl.

epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of refuse that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so extra about her. The masses who done the trial run on her had n't told her and she did n't do it what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to adjoin her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some metre for her to relax and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other commercial enterprise to give ear to and needed his own time to heal.

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

Meanwhile, Mr O had made a wide-cut convalescence. He was in a CIA facility in a lab. While waiting, one of the doctors approached him.

'' Mr O, we have the most Holocene blood works back. So far the blood looks convention for both girls. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the Dr. reported.

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

'' They both still have survive spermatozoan in their bodies. If cervical fluid is participating, then human sperm can dwell up to five years max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

Mister O sighed, `` Is design potential at this percentage point. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. prestigious guest from around the Nation gathered and marveled a the unlike musical composition of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

'' Ah, yes, and that in the back up seance with his hands up is the ancient Hellene God, Dionysus. He 's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall present you everlasting lifespan, '' he replied.

'' Sounds like such fantasy stories, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised musical note, `` Oh, I 'm sorry ! You're..you 're the creative person ! ``

He then looked at his graphics and noticed a faint lambency in the quoin of the canvas tent. `` Yes, I am. But, please. scream me Armin, '' he replied .