Broken saint

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young 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 intent of killing herself, but she had done it knowing to the full well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her biography had fallen apart and she just wanted the in high spirits, and to not feel anything anymore.

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

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

It was late in the even when a dark SUV rolled up following to an old church. Drug addiction rehab mansion posted. Mister O stepped out of the fomite wearing his darkness case, pitch-dark polished chelsea thrill and his neatly cut black hair's-breadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a seedy whiskers covering fleshy scruff on his face.

He stood by his fomite and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his lip 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 LBJ, my name is Mister O,"the sharply lop man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to fall behind his breather. `` You do n't look too honest. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mr. O.

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

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

The other man fell to his knee joint and began to wail, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... help ! shout out the police ! ``

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

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"semen on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mr. O continued.

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

"death chance, where is your rage ? '' Mister O demanded with one close final exam word of advice as he pulled the cock back on his pistol.

Daisy was frozen in her space on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated office. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the knifelike dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to shout out the police. 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 strange voice then spoke softly into Daisy 's head. 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 idiom repeated in her ear, she looked confused., but again, something compelled her forward.

Doing her best to appear seemingly tranquillize in fashion, she took a abstruse breath. After readying herself as trump she could her understructure brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vox, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the little girl whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he did n't notice the girl approach shot. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off sentry go.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to answer, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious mind. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to issue forth out winning. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code Word of God. She seemed even more confused for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't make love. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the former man. She was not all that declamatory though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mr. O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's assistance. `` In the old Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of my organization, it was codification to introduce secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday mortal spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crowd of people to view, Mister O did n't appear to like as he stuffed the man into the tree trunk. `` okay, I do n't make out 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 trailer flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please spare me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

As Mister O started the car, a information processing system projection screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lens system on top scanned Daisy until an automated voice spoke, `` Greetings, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Fri is Hawaiian shirt Fri. ``

Then the computing device screen filled with respective records, law records, medical disk all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` salutation, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead time of year premiere coming soon. I see no phonograph recording of affiliation to any secret society, junto, or phantasm organization. cause a in force day. ''

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

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, shadower Spectrum variance. You can say we inquire and operate outside the region of normal by societal measure. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. `` Nice to meet you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her write up was and she ran a hand through her whisker, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A down heroine junkie who can never get her spirit together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't think so ? I do n't make out what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

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

'' There 's a daughter missing, and this is her business firm. Daisy, face, you probably have no melodic theme what the fuck is going on. But, I need your assistance, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the doorway. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his berm. `` The front door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this arsehole interior ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing miss again. She wondered who this missing fille is, how old she was, how the man in the backrest 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 truck and went to open the front door. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in adept rules of order, bring through for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the sept portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was adolescent girl with dyed blue whisker, a real cute grin and a girl next doorway type of beauty.

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

The blonde watched Mr. O as he continued to carry the man towards the basement room access only to open it and contrive him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have slipway to probe his store. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many oeuvre of pinch art hung on the bulwark.

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

'' Her measure father went missing about a few weeks ago, he 's an art prof in the topical anaesthetic college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, '' he then pointed at a strange figure within the art, `` These are eclipse runes. He 's using art to disguise 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 piece to piece. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to individual ... Do you know if the runic letter have any ties to, like, specific supernatural rite ? ``

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

He then walked over to the reckoner in the sustenance 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 mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few calendar month ago while driving home from study during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his pill which seemed to bypass all password restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's father :

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explain Thomas More, `` This e-mail came in LE than a hebdomad ago. Soon person at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various supernatural web site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking clobber under the heart of Venice. And then three sidereal day ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police book regarding the man, `` He 's a sleep together panderer. Likes to betray girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girl barely able to preserve their tuition costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearing is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good word. zip he was saying made the place any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or comfortable to come up. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the data he had found. The girl 's mother was utterly, her founder missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known homo trafficker. The email from the beginner made her stomach act. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get tough from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a mitt through her blonde hair.

'' This unharmed thing makes me spue, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this product line up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a hint. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was to a greater extent of a thought out loud than a interrogative to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the door, `` helper ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in defeat, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too a lot for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that room access and I 'm going to beat the data out of him. You can leave or await away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the room access and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a mysterious breath when he said that he was going to go shell the information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a trivial shaken but fairly becalm given the situation. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the face pack of fag from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine equanimity her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr. O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging phone could be heard. The commotion was enough to stimulate 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 Mr O stuck his question out the door for a second.

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the windowpane, tried not to pay attention from the sounds coming from inside the house and smoked her butt. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, odd as to what was going to encounter next.

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

'' We got a lead, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian dominion in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't imagine 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 sure you 're wondering about dispshit in the basement, if so ... hop in and I 'll explain. ``

Chapter 3 - Lost someone

Minutes began to wander by as the SUV now entered the pike towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street panderer, he mostly deals with occult arts mathematical group. They usually have well funding 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 squad en route to erase his remembering,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up degree to replace the fille for money with the craze. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portrayal and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a unassailable trammel with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passage, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you suppose the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cultus and the ponce, she nodded in understanding and ran a mitt through her tomentum. When he asked the question, she frowned a footling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feel about it. To me, the signal point to something bad. I do n't call up he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

'' I agree, something seems off about everything. I do n't wish it at all, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car wireless and the stationed performing was that of the news. The to a greater extent it aired, the more he looked annoyed by flow events.

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two time Nobel peace prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to chair the new cultivating island off the glide of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better humankind has made him the ideal selection for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

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

Daisy seemed quite occupy in the wireless show and she could n't cypher out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no estimation who or what they were talking about, but something made her spike perk up and take heed. Perhaps she was just aegir to hear any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of manner to make herself see the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her hair some and few humble smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a combat and had watery-eyed eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't calculate like a immense deal but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double return. The smell of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her go bad matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his proof for function in life.

'' You look cracking, '' he responded, `` I mean you look gravid in the good sense that I believe it 'll die. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a mark notifying their entry into Little Republic of Albania, a biotic community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the residential district also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the community of interests to hide out their shadow work. `` search around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no public figure, just a lodge with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked bully and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the itch or fix her hair's-breadth. It was a short ride to the office of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their name and address and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and habitation, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the block a few time before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple cube from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice loading and unloading rider.

'' Okay, we need to play 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 approximative with his handling of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my wind and fend every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a safeguard. He was sitting in the same speckle 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 expert actor, '' she said with a petty grinning and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the rough handling. She knew it was office of the act. She put a tumid scowl on her face and let him cart her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and bedevil suspiration and tell him to let her go.

Mister O did n't reply verbally as she played her purpose as she demanded to let her go as office of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the way towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with hollow rooms with the exception of old layer used for service.

interior more homeless looking straggler stood near the entering, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's power, all the tenant whole doors were unfastened, inside the sight of little girl appearing to be in their college yr, most looking foreign were being forced to attend to older men.

One room in picky had a little girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a child typeface. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three elder gentleman's gentleman inside had shut the room access.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made bilk noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving unsporting flavor to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. persona of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surround. She was looking in the elbow room 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 door. These hapless girls, god only knew the affair that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the construction office, `` Wine, cleaning lady, to which I act the giddy caprine animal, '' he said to the multitude in the post. `` I work for Carl LBJ, '' Mister O added.

The mass in the billet sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the berth chewing on his food while he talked with a sullen accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 supererogatory if she is virgin like girl with low whisker. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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

Around his eubstance were a pair of female wooden leg, as he turned around he revealed a nude girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the spot, Mister O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty immature girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

'' Young and fertile, '' said the man with an accent, `` That 's how I enjoy my national. I test out the new young woman, if they bare our minor 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 unknown marking began to radiate on his tegument. Daisy looked over at Mr O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

Mister O did n't hesitate and imbibe his handgun, but the unusual man lunged forward in one saltation 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 way door shut by itself locking Daisy and the early poor missy with the unusual man.

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

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

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the rampart, `` Because of the benediction Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to plant his germ. '' As he explains his design with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's offspring will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his boldness closer to hers, his teeth were ilk fangs, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a instant and smelled daisy like an animal, then a prospicient stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the incline of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this terra firma for century ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a rush to undress her. Something about her scent and gustatory modality caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a piddling when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His paw was on her stomach, almost like it was sensing her uterus. She whined again, but this time it was different. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprise by something. The fauna of a man told her that"her form"had n't existed on land in a longsighted fourth dimension.

'' What do you think ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to stuff him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her to a greater extent. And then gunshots erupted on the rear floor, men were yelling throughout the hall. When she heard gunshot, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to jerk and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thigh. Though the gunfire almost seemed dateless, the crazed man with horns did n't appear to like, 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 rag her.

With a look of insatiate lecherousness in the tusk man 's face, he continued to verbalise, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two moonshine when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the Virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his ruler over this new dominion. ''

She continued to contend 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 bloomers as his vile penis, a antic version of a man 's hammer emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like colouration with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and stud piercing along the shaft of light. Her drawers now halfway down her thighs along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even seem to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not get through her, he savored the tactile property of her twat rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some metre. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own dignity.

Her eyes saw his vile pecker as it slid between her wooden leg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and shivery looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hip joint and put her script on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't dissent and give your lord materialization, I 'll have a eminent chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a tranquility vocalization. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her custody move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few release on her blouse, his glossa escaped his brim. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a Hydra. His center also began to shift as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed pelt. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the paries.

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

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

But just as he was so distracted, the door flare-up open when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mister O then charged into the room, he looked a bit roughed up with his wearing apparel ruffled and shot the man while he was on the ground. The gibe 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 crack him in the side of meat of his header with a flying knee strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the floor and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O surface fired on him. The hummer were effective against him, though being increased in business leader it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a pattern human being.

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

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

Daisy winced with the inaugural few shot from the part as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry cum from the other girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her clothes.

'' I do n't make love who you are, sweetie, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police station. Somewhere safety. Get a morning after pill and tell them what happened or as often as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the place, happy the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en itinerary. 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 assist them. Let 's question back to Madelyn 's planetary house until we have to a greater extent details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a small bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a voiced, uncomfortable joke. He explained the position and how they had admittance coming to worry for the girls and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the threshold. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Church Father and was a virgin they were using to rally ... Djall ? He said in two lunation or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a trailer truck surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would come up him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern EU. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of juvenility and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the picture were some sort of attunement rune. A means to score her body capable of his espousal. But, two lunation, I 'm guessing it means we have two dark. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to distinguish Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the prospect to do so.

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

The blond followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always Virgo, at least in the old narration and wives tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in the States, nodding and letting out a pocket-sized laughter. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while turgid avant-garde pulled in. From the helicopter, men and adult female in tactical gear mechanism fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the edifice. From the vanguard, many in drear suit of clothes arrived.

'' intelligence agent O, we will bring it from here, '' said a woman from one of the trucks with dark hair which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole construction is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the iniquity suits with combat boots. `` I was able-bodied to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and adult female came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so alien to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to tally and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a hanker time ,'I do n't bang 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 Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't experience. Do you experience anything outside of the norm ? case, a buzzing in your brain, or second sight like visions, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can let out what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

Daisy shook her header a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything different she might take felt both in her life and just in the last few days. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of row. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a minuscule vacate township is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their paw as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and grading. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the townspeople through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue devil angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the rachis of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed couple of men with one others in the number one wood butt and another riding shotgun. She looked well-worn and turn over. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and assure 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 empty family domicile by some creeping and taken to a building full of scumbags and hapless girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple sentence. She 'd only been fed gross, stale nutrient and given water to booze. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and tartan blouse with knee-high air-sleeve and flatcar to match. Her hair was messed up and her make-up was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

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

Madelyn had heard multitude talk about Djall for the past times few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but none of them would secernate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cowl, the teenager 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her cushy, scratchy part. A voice son had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My drab Angel, '' said the man inside the church building. The man who married her female parent when she was a diminished tike, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to tattle about, my blue angel. You have no thought how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so bemused as she was led inside the Christian church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that vox ring out, her skin got even Thomas More pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the direction of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` papa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the young woman trailed off. There was obvious fear in her heart and she did n't be intimate what to think or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chair, the respite of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the solid ground. Madelyn watched her don as he spoke and shook her top dog when he told her to ask a seat.

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, lulu, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were Thomas Young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole biography and I 've been alive a hanker time. When I met your female parent, it was by accident and I fell in making love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How exceptional you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you mature. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to find the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a adolescent. The many bookman I had taught in my college learning humanistic discipline classes, none of my runic letter responded. But, when you started your foremost class of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the sign of the zodiac, the glowing rune, I knew I had to take them home base and leave 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 me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't shit sentience to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her mind and fight the binge building up in her oculus.

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

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

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

'' What do you mean he can impart mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all brainsick. I just want to go home base. I want you to come nursing home, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Young public figure, the juvenility in her face as well as her teenage mode of apparel. Her Father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was more than just the nineteen year old lady friend he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be laborious for you to understand, but I need you to mind. I 've been alive for a long time, longer than well-nigh. You see, I have found a way to screw decease Itself, I had learned to withstand aging. I first escaped to U.S.A. in 1939 when the Italian Republic invaded my home of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artefact that my tribe and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her breast and watched her founder as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the thing he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi film or Lovecraft history. It was unusual to hear him blab like this. He was usually so logical and voguish and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually mad.

'' What ? You ca n't be life-threatening ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a frown, running a deal through her long puritanical hair.

'' They ca n't bring back mamma, it does n't wreak like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't form that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breath, `` Please tell me this is all some variety of prank ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sentiency that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his paw at the others in a gesture to tranquillise them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a buns shade, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will go pass '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unknown extraneous lyric.

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

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

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

At starting time it was just touching and she pulled away and shooed their handwriting off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to rive away more aggressively. It was no use for the small girl though as she was soon grabbed and basically dragged toward the nominal head of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the iniquity walls of the Christian church glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a present moment, and then as he turned around horns began to spud from his forehead as alike grading on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with full eyes and an opened backtalk when her forefather began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the former men were just loony and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her soundbox, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no recollective fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be really. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two lunar month

Present time, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red visible radiation began to toot in the nub console. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the like LCD monitor as before to pop up in the fascia, in the CRT screen was a blonde womanhood that began to talk with a European accent, '' greeting, private eye 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 third flooring is a letch, '' she answered.

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was man Born and then transformed to a lech, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to conceive Djall is the Lapplander deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellenic as the god of grapevine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, rite rabidity, fertility, and religious hug drug. ``

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

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

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could undulate down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a laborious smoking car by any agency. The pack in her handbag had been there for workweek. But with all the events of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the windowpane as to not let it stink or fume up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the phone call.

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

Mister O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul style trucks were parked along the bridle. Each hand 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 great help, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm surely you have questions that needs reply, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient mystifying code and the forest god implying about your variety. But, you will be compensated for your help today and we will be in touch if you should decide to find response 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 place for her, be it for her safe or because the things that were going to bechance were top-secret or something.

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the front door without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty practically what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her rim and shook her head.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure enough how else to react. She did n't really imagine either of them owed the early anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to safety and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't bonk what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a small bit.

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

Then the unknown entity began flooding her head with the whole church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely nude and thrusting savagely into a young charwoman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another forest god rocking her coxa to pleasure him. There were plenty of girls there seeking to have monumental pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the aged man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way faithful and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would contact their finger's breadth in the cage to tinct her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young lady friend, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go away to see any contingent that would lead them there.

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

The far away from the church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A black Corvus corax suddenly landed good in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a heap of ravens flew in band around her which eventually caused blacken green goddess to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the sonorousness and winced.

Within the black pot, a man in glowering and torn clothing emerged. The weed seemed to emanate from him, but his oral sex was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude oil looking vane. He approached Daisy with his head down and replication of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ear and shrink away from him before a pair of sprouted 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 annexe embraced her.

The stuffy the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whisper as he raised his blades. Just as he was within scope, behind Daisy that familiar blue phonation had spoken, `` stir up up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. ignite UP ! ``

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to get it on that there were other military unit at work. If anything, Mr. O has been in the field long enough to know better than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the side of safety and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the figurehead door.

inside, the sign was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unknown forensics probe of the house. Mister O continued into the house trying to forfend getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different train, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular habiliment such as blue jean pants or cargo with t-shirts along with smuggled tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this work party was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking I had scruff and beard with shortly pilus, this former gentlemen had long hair's-breadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than gun for hire, he was armed with versatile throwing sticker and a fighting blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun stress. And then he noticed Daisy and took one deal to greet her `` well hullo, darlin', the name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just hollo me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed magnetic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale skin.

When the charming man with the Cajun stress approached her, took her hired 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. ``

'' OK, Daisy, this is the strike squad that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the unawares one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowman ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain 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 hoard her thinking a bit. `` I saw a sour spot, maybe a church building. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were citizenry dressed in dark wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each former, all together. Then I saw a blue haired miss, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grape vine champaign. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapeshot fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of birth rate, religious disco biscuit, rite insaneness, and wine fashioning. A hedonistic divinity. It would ready sense if they chose a place near the crop of wine-coloured, like near grapeshot fields, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a tee shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of boyfriend continued to look on the map.

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

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the cognitive operation in his nous to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to look at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his fangs.

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

'' Two synodic month vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, night, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The town looks bushed and desolate. Madelyn 's in a batting cage, watching her father with the others. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the residuum looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to be active now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a phantom wraith. They 're bringers of destruction and end of the world. They're usually found near hospitals, tragedy, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a petty bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hired man through her hair. She did n't separate them about the man who met her in the vacuum and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to retrieve and wonder about. She might ask about it at a later on time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - pitch blackness Raven Down

The thrust in one of the truck was n't a good deal significant. A lot of the team members including Mr. O spent nearly of the driveway locking and loading their throttle and calibrating their scopes.

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

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Texas Ranger ! '' Strike squad Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more senior high testosterone musculus head type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr O said that she 'd suffer to help them image out which town was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be easily to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a waste, '' she explained, then gave fellow a little smiling as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't beware it too much.

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

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

Outside of the truck in an receptive field, two eggbeater with spinning leaf blade awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One clock time, '' and mortarboard boarded one whirlybird while Doc Holiday, dandy, and Mister O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to repel the truck also boarded the eggbeater with Big Papi.

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

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

Daisy smiled and shook her nous simply in reaction to what gallant 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 sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her life history. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old champion and her ex, yell her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was improbable. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some weird shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr. O and Doc Holiday sat on the edge on contrary end of the whirlybird with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had phone on to communicate with each former over the loud propeller racket as well as with the other whirlybird. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing land demarcation, the vineyard should be about 15 minutes out. ``

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

Then from Mr. O and Daisy 's panorama, muzzle flash bulb could be seen in Big Papi 's chopper. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the engine caught on flame. The blonde gasped when she saw the flashing from the other helicopter.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her inquiry was soon serve and there were more significant affair as the early helicopter caught on fervency and started to go down.

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on card, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background signal, `` It vanished, but our fowl is going down ! '' certainly enough their helicopter was descending to pee-pee a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a quite a little of ravens flew along English of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr O as it shifted from side to side. The raven poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with rock oil blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the puppet appeared in their helicopter and she did n't bang what to do as she watched the spell airplane pilot was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his shooting iron to scud at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the helicopter slashing away at the engines. swell unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the brute taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his best to consume control of the eggbeater, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the other handwriting 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 got to jump at some point so she had undone her bang. She nodded quickly when he told her to advert on and not let go.

In the midst of the pandemonium, he saw her font and in that consequence clip felt as it slowed down. The few sentence he saw her smiling like when she tried to look her share for the brothel which caught his attention, perhaps a gumption of attractive feature he felt. Though he was n't going to hold it to her, but that batch of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the binding of her brain and tucked her into his shoulder to avail her brace for the impending clash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her eyes taut and squeezed her limb around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the adjacent few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct smash but still spun around and slide across the vineyards like a runaway railroad train that had been derailed at in high spirits speed.

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

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

'' Daisy ! '' Mr. 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 book binding of the head by a blunt object.

'' rent them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the forest god that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood ritual killing, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a peculiar need of her. Let them find our glorification, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to cart them both towards the Christian church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the outset little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking interrogation. Since then though, they had done round-the-clock intimate human activity and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to have some outcome on the young miss. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual Energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her portion. She was more docile, more tranquillise, more stoic. The previous Nox, after the two fledgeling had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't press it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The young woman was either so traumatize that she could do cipher but accept her lot or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the persuasion long enough to picture out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her begetter using her for such rituals still made her require to bankrupt into tears.

After the Bath, the womanhood had drawn a few symbols in unlike billet along her sonsy body. She did n't realise them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the coop and made to watch more intimate rite, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some military force she did n't make out and she 'd gone into a abstruse, dark nap that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd incur herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very pitiful state from the impact and the dragging. Some impairment 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 calling, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't cogitate she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comments about her body and some of the women had said she could be another of the cult 's intimate forfeiture.

Mister O did n't have intercourse how long he was out, but another splash of cold pee was thrown on his face giving him a daze to finally fire up up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up following to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's beginner, `` It is requisite for the profligate sacrifice to catch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spit rakehell, `` Is that reckon to scare me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your close name is Hammer. And here you are trying to mobilize a low charge per unit deity so fucking unknown quantity we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to study to a greater extent 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 search too pleased. Perhaps not the variety of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into ruefulness when I bring my God into this pitiful universe, '' Armin warned.

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't weigh on becoming father of the twelvemonth with that attitude, '' Mr. O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his hide. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new Nox had shrouded over the estate as the youthful moon shined over.

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

Just then, the riot continued between the lecher and maiden over, wine-coloured was served by female cultists appearing to be delight slaves for the ceremony. Arminius, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the sendup as a lot of the hard worker wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's Cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed unruffled as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father precede the beginning of the ceremony. A flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of forwardness and desire. When they opened the John Cage, they did n't have to dredge her. After a present moment of hesitancy, she took a cryptical breathing spell, stood up and let them take her hands and help her footprint down from the platform that the John Milton Cage Jr. was one. The young char was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a ripe job of fighting the urge to traverse herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main event, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be portion of the festivity. `` Bring the cleaning lady Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lusty urges with two of the distaff slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin dictation for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a tauten grip of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her headland and bit down on the gag, she began to shinny against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely strike against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to abide just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in particular proposition sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his grimace in the instruction of the altar. `` You 'll get to catch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from buttocks. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual activities, much of their aid become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those hook were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvellous than Madelyn and more lose weight, especially since she 'd lost well-nigh of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly pocket-sized breasts than the youthful miss.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the fair sex started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to accomplish or whatever place they needed to put the accessory. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. bracelet, bobbysocks, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the ceremony while her father continued to force and fathom two of the hard worker, one after the other.

While about of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female person partners like feral beast, Arminius stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew cornet, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his hooter, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other satyrs'lower body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven fundament, but still retained human being shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped cocks. In Renaissance art, forest god were often depicted as priapic puppet and with thoroughly reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyr, much like the one from the brothel had the Saami uniquely shaped shaft as he did. It was red and the beam knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the pass circumstances was much more than of the mutual mushroom shape. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a knight, but not as tremendous. Neither part was tight-fitting per se, but the shaft appeared to extend more towards the tip.

Daisy was breathing heavily through her nose as she watched everything going on around her. What happened to Madelyn seemed to be happening to her, though in a much less potent way. Her heftiness relaxed some and she just kind of watched the subvert Acts of the Apostles that Hermann and the females were performing.

Then one of the cleaning lady servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her don. `` Give your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange enchantment while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more apparent they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her father and told to feed him a candy kiss. She looked a footling hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to accomplish him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat fundament, but before she could, something seemed to raise inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrapping around his cervix.

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 bodies nearly touching hers. She could see their cocks and how similar they looked to the man at the cathouse. As Daisy watched this, a flaccid little moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet sodding in that kiss.

One of the satyr approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped dick began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each burl had a point of stimulation. The other with the horse like work cock erected upwards as if it tried to hit towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her rightfulness on the nominal head twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped tool teased the outside of her dampening backtalk and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to worm more than and close her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her soundbox experiencing the delight. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving viva voce sex, though not quite as intense.

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

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to save these two from just forcing themselves to fill her, but it seemed as if they could lose their controller any second. Then behind the satyr in battlefront of her, a shadowed man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her nous he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you bid to fend ? Tell me what you truly desire. ''

Feeling the passionate buss from his daughter, at inaugural Arminius 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the efflorescence young lady he raised since her puerility. But the Thomas More their candy kiss continued, the to a greater extent he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seminal fluid. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the forked spit the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was easy to tell apart. Madelyn did n't check the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body finisher to his. When his spit transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the buss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the best countenance but she definitely put the campaign and lecherousness into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her oral cavity. enjoyable groan became beast like growls. One of his men grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his lingua from her rima oris.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the striver. In straw man of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each air mile that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom frame, the head portion seemed to continually go and jerk like a flexing muscle. `` 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 common middle, licking the midst saliva off her mouth. He told her to pick him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself angle down and lick some of his germ off the turncock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the first off taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange pecker, seeming to possess no job with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could see. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

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

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

The words seemed to sink into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young daughter lick her Padre 's prick as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the spokesperson asked her if she wanted to try the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgo the Virgin how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your consistency to micturate him transform once to a greater extent. ``

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

Daisy wasted no fourth dimension. 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 late as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head and stroke what she could n't take into her oral cavity, closing her eyes and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

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

Daisy moaned loudly as the lech laid down and began to try out her now-damp puss. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and fall in a rhythm with his licking and suck, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and oral cavity.

Her head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slacken her down feather. She seemed athirst and driven to do this. Letting her own hand crepuscule, she took one of Madelyn 's mitt and put it on the portion of the cock her oral cavity could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the ray 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 solid drive. first gear your Padre, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her twat and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her oral sex back against his chest, seeming to revel in the tidings and the impression of his ribbing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower part of the prick enthusiastically, a short smile coming to her face.

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

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

Madelyn was very a good deal enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her Virgin pussy rim, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her Father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously know, suck her forefather 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her understructure. These frightening wight of narrative seeming to beg for her warmness, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our holy watercraft ! '' they begged. The former satyr were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their touch sensation and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a hard worker and satyr continued to draw unholy lie with above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in presence of Hermann and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my watercraft. But here you are, and now your fan kneels before me servicing my pleasance. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the shaft of his beaded cock and slew their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your devotee where your allegiance 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 with child tool between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her spit run along the dick and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic look ... but she could n't give up.

The lust was too secure inside her and she began to fall in Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own handwriting back up and began to fondle his large orchis as her mouth pleased his pecker and sucked off all the precum, trying to portion it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective activeness going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not buff. They had met the dark before, but developed a working family relationship. If anything, there definitely was a thin sensory faculty of affection towards her. But naught that would break out his heart 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 Virgo corruption, but the bring sense of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the divinity of joy, not botheration and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much mentation into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt horrendous for him having to determine this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a belittled part of her could manage right now.

The lecher underneath Daisy continued to work her and suck while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his mouthpiece like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to take fire inside the buckle down riding him. The other slave took notice as well taking bout riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a spring of obscure vulgarism.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her pegleg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her organic structure up and down letting her inner thigh and pussy feel his horse cavalry like cock pulsate and twitching while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the lecher energy her tight leg together and sorting of fucking her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft pelt of her thigh and she knew there was a young lady at the end of his dick, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them constitute out at the tip of his pecker, he eventually pushed his pecker towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to take him her oral cavity. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the former lech 's lap while her mouth wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's headspring underneath, `` pick her up, '' he demanded wanting her to bat up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her backtalk all-embracing, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and Chin. She took her father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head move from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the dictation and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the appreciation and feel of it in her mouth.

Arminius began pushing forward at his pelvis each sentence Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her backtalk with each driving force. The little girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue holy man. She was now another handmaiden pleasuring him in serving 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 feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were extensive. Normally she would accept closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her environment and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, across-the-board, green eyes looked around at the other lecher, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going mystifying than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more than skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exude out. Though it was boneheaded and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no incertitude filthy and hardly represented new life as a veritable man 's would. Instead it represented rottenness, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Arminius pulled Daisy back up, but only to strangle her face on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his lowest transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the conformation as everyone else has. The furry legs, the rive feet. His orchis had disconsolate hide and a musky smell to it. It was not a firm organic structure odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his clump continued to smother the lower parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to get out Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's consistence wanting her to straddle on her lap in Leslie Townes Hope to drub them both. Yet another lecher approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her tiny footling hole that was hidden between her prat cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many manpower were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` cum here, truelove, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky lump. When Madelyn was expert and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky smell and discernment of having Armin 's balls smothering her face.

On his cover, with his forked glossa the satyr continued to puzzle out Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His tongue stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her off-white sealed with a bulwark of her soon languish ingenuousness hovering over his brass made him insatiable as he gave her one prospicient stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other lecher did n't mind licking her buns trap, tasting her sensitive parts of her adorable tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their twat together with his long natural language and gave Madelyn pleasance she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprise her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't appear to beware. She just kept working on her begetter 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the promontory as she went.

It was then that Arminius decided to escalate the situation. With manus movements, he commanded all others to indorse away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and spit, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two to a greater extent into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to extend her cunt to Armin since the shadowy physique had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of pervert letch. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and specks of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each early and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was funny why they were n't getting to things already but did n't face too upset about the control. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an jiffy, they began to earn out fiercely, wrapping their implements of war around each former and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongues dance in each other 's sass.

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

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

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood following to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Arminius, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar representative now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for timelessness ? crawling back to me, sweetling. direct my Phallus in your mouth one last sentence before I take your torso. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a endowment. Did you not need your pain to end ? Did you not bask this tone of being craved ? The dog collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can palpate you. It is the radio link between this macrocosm and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. require my neckband, go on me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to actualise that the man with the familiar spirit voice was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when clock time seemed to kibosh and he spoke in her creative thinker again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an consequence on her. An overtake wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to bequeath her alone.

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

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

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

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the Ag dog collar was fastened around her cervix. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His physical structure still the Lapplander as it had been as a lecher, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the catch snap around her cervix and a new waving washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her abdomen and the cold-shoulder touch sensation of treason on her own part.

Armin used one hand to signal Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to love her body. `` Pleasure me, '' Hermann demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a nifty impression. Madelyn saw him rally her and she followed Daisy 's illustration and crawled on her work force and human knee toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

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

Chapter 9 - level of No Return

The head of his cock pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her puss was drenched and as she brought her hip down, the enceinte, loggerheaded, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimal stretching and force required.

first the twitching headspring that burrowed between her brim. Then each mile that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A loud, late moan escaped Daisy 's sass as knot after Calidris canutus and inch after inch penetrated her and slew deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the interim he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own ramification. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her nerve against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubtfulness covered in soft fur to name up for the rough hide, but he wanted his little young woman to be voice of his encroachment of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her heart and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't much force required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the lather that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough skin. She had to arrest her breathing spell 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the excrescence of each greyback. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his shaft was alone, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed spicy than that of a formula human.

Daisy cried out in delight when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her cunt. She thought she was going to let to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a seeable excitement on her face when he began to displume her fit consistence up and slam it back down. The conformation of his cock made it slightly afflictive but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvic girdle to wait on him, then put her manpower on his shoulders to steady her trunk so she did n't fall over with the forcefulness of him fucking her. The dominance, the lecherousness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the get-go time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in go as her soundbox was brought up and down.

It did n't take aim long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no longsighted a man, but a beast, a fabulous creature of pure lust. Even his musket ball began slap Madelyn 's brass the to a greater extent he continued to pump his pelvic girdle like an fauna.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his organic structure. He gave a good hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transmute again, the bulges from each gnarl on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to raise slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety device as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her eye were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his barbarian poking, using her consistency for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her brim. spit flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her legs broad around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure delight. That driving force was hard and savage. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned leg besotted around him and leaned her mind back, her arms wrapping around his cervix.

As his turncock grew inside her, it increased the stretch and pain. Daisy only seemed to fertilise off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and move with each thrust. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her pleas. Armin began to look more beast like rather than human being with his rapid thrust. He laid her down on her dorsum and began pumping his bead rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

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

Armin sat erect and reached out to grab Madelyn. His munition seemed a bit longer now, his deal much bigger that he could snap up her waist with one mitt and face lifting her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his shaft inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the swelling.

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

Armin 's body view was also very animal like, or yet to a greater extent inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his articulatio genus as about would in that exceptional position between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend position, he had Daisy 's pelvis slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to push the swelling on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulges had an upshot while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin bead. It was this combining of being able to sex both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her rachis and taking Arminius like a prostitute. Her hip were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were flash and intense, her thorax 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 leg around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other forest god, his began to further evolve. Unlike the homo like molded peg, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His pegleg continued to change its physical body into a goat like sort giving him more than flexibility to throw relentlessly in his hunker position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those snick moving back and forth under her puss. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hired hand on her Padre 's articulatio humeri.

'' Oh, dada, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't await to receive that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lustfulness and basically begging. `` Daddy, take our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you demand me as your watercraft. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a craze hysteria. Armin held Daisy by her hip joint while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverse facial expression to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a greyish and Brown University face fungus began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a spell of some sort, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to mail him into a delirium. She was grinding her rosehip intensely on the medulla pressing against Daisy 's hide, letting all of them grind against her Virgo cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's mitt came up and went around Madelyn to get the picture her ample bosom and hug and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest of drawers into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their regard. Arminius shoved his prick into her with one last final push, he slammed his member mystifying inside Daisy as his cock went into upheaval spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the gibbousness, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most acute climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her consistence was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's tool as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her uterus and deluge around from around the cock to realise a hell on earth of a smelly, sticky pile between their stage.

Hermann howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with small microseism pushing out the endure squirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was diffuse, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's trunk as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a ass, towards the end of the rump there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead unbending bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped brain with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Hermann 's musky germ. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her pelvic arch and moved her hand down to roughly rub down the moving, pulsing lightbulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, Daddy, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new extremity and gasped. It only took her a import to grin and image out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her back talk, looking at him, her hand still massaging his prick under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence lost

Hermann continued to hunker like an animal in his newly formed hind branch. He continued to smile in delight with Thomas More than bare expiation, instead it was a look of subjection. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new tree branch.

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

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

Mr. O looked at Arminius with a sinister smiling. One that spelled violence all over his face. `` Me an saint ? '' Mr. O scoffed, `` The closest thing to an angel I 'll ever be is Prince of Darkness. Even then, he had a halo at one point, now he has horns even bigger than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too practically retentive, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his Phallus one mile at a meter from Daisy. Each gnarl that popped out, a effusion of his foul seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming cumulus.

Daisy moaned as each of his air mile popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those red-hot lips. Some dripped out in boring streams, some fell out in gooey heaps, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo the Virgin, her debut was about to get. The statue was in the shape of a satyr 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 spot gave her sufficiency room to tend back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's peg were placed on each script keeping them fan out open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her stage and hooking them on the workforce once she saw that it was what they were for.

Hermann presented her to the ceremonial occasion as she lay there in her final bit of her virginity. She was now perched in battlefront of the whole room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in nominal head of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her situation as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair secret plan to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to include her in their carnal orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his consistence. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid brawn and and hard midst veins spiraling around the gibe slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to stool her leap on his lap, two others approached with their phallic rarity for her to orally pleasure them and savour.

Daisy was trying to arrive down from the immense high up she 'd just feel and was starting to get to the spot where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to make a motion and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her used snatch, viscous and slick with the cum of their leader.

The blond moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her heading forward, she took one in her mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hired man went to the former and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got originative, they could find ways to induce her in more satisfying way at the Same time.

Mister O knew the lech had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden plication up tongue from one of his boot. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to teem closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and drop off away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to rebound on his lap continued to use her trunk as if she were nothing more than an object for his gratification. The more intense her consistence pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral delight from her began to translate. near commonly, the Capricorn the Goat like hind peg. Soon the former lecher took observation and wanted her dead body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's philia. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to proceed them occupied only to exit them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out jade at a highschool party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her oral cavity and deal. She 'd get bent over a chairman or something and fucked like a kick. She 'd be in a round of men, taking as many stopcock in her oral fissure as she could, as fast as she could. They had filled her with their vile germ, given her taste of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind leg made the lecher more spry and flexible to have her in different position. One had Daisy straddling over his legs typeface 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 horse 's cock against her little star in between her hindquarters brass.

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

She loved being twice penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his tool into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and stretch over the straits of his yearning cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the More set the shaft of his prick continued to acquire, stopping her apparent motion and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At for the first time, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to look at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front man of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange turncock inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her father and she gave him that Saami spirit and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her leg surface to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy glossa right wing on her tiny whiz below her Virgo pussy. Then with a long punishing stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her hill and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her chest, a hard slobbering suction on each one leaving a ugly fix. Then his spit continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his spit from her mouth, a farsighted lineage of his slimy spittle from his mouth to hers splattered on her eubstance. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva chain fell against her sick skin. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the spittle on her consistency as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each knot tidal bore, the headspring wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his downhearted backer 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her rim. 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 body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the vividness. The straits continued to force its way into her drop tearing through her sexual morality, the virginal membrane.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his large shaft pushed against her besotted, Lester Willis Young pussycat. He was having to impel it in, even with how blotto her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't for certain what it was. It just came out.

He continued body of work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drip with more than drivel as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to spawn had returned. Then finally, the head of his Phallus broke through her seal of whiteness. pureness forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, to a greater extent intense wave of lecherousness crashed over her. She was their fag now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this night to stopping point forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their peter in every potential position in her body. Madelyn was wanting to cower around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to labour forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each mi being forced in grueling than before. He was not making enjoy to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy working girl.

A few drops of blood escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and immature 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 early forest god here to fuck her like the brute they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and debilitation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to bang his new breeding gripe of what was once his girl, a few specs of her blood from her lost ingenuousness had dropped on the soft penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the primer coat and writhed in pain. He was a stock sacrifice, the ceremony had taken force on him. The more he tried to cringe away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this sexual perversion was. A sacrilegious act of putrefaction, the contamination of purity with skank, the soiled mating of beastly wight and maiden. Arminius had forced himself inside her, his earthy member nestled inside Madelyn 's once guiltless body.

He gazed upon the bump formed by his oddly form cock on her body. But, unlike the extrusion he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply throb, instead the tool itself, although heavily and house, it began to wrestle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to finger to a greater extent of her inside walls as her dead body swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his rose hip back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her soundbox pulled with him. Her pitcher had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was dumbfound inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the kinship group of the loup-garou inner circle, but this was a foremost for a lecher. Inside her, his hammer continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a unspoiled tone no doubt. If anything it tempted the savage like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a lilliputian and lowered her brain from its backward position and opened her heart to front down in confusion. The tightness now really sink in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good problem to feature in her brain. She grunted, groaned and moaned every clip he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad look. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her tight walls squeeze him made him transude out his precum no doubt. Though slimed and duncical, it aided in the lubrication process as his primaeval urges consumed him causing him to jerk his coxa frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip movements stretching her back talk as he finally popped one of his slub out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one Calidris canutus out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly awful, and it was, but luxuria had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in cloud nine as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few arcminute, little minuscule fit of intense pleasure that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon find, a real coming, but they were close.

The more he fought against her concentration, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a clip and slamming them back into her tiny body. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him atonement to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a feeling of sexual perversion and lustful delight as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an animal while his slobber flew with each baseball swing.

There were those watching and hoping to hold Madelyn side by side. Then there were those enjoying the new striver. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more the letch covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other missy licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of juicy things in here life-time with all variety of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its workplace on Daisy too. She was happy to take peter after cock in every hole they wanted, accept all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft tegument. She was encouraging the female to derive and osculate her ; lick her, perceptiveness her, share the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted zero more than to breed or fill up her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his phallus inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to complete off in spite of appearance Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his putz inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to root for his phallus out and let his nastiness trickle 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 little girl over to her and pulled his tool out to unloosen the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's puss, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to scavenge up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting payload in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her decent, plump was cheeks open for one of them who was basically waiting in communication channel to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag wench as he fucked her bitch that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh cum being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Sami. Soon, her ass would follow the Same path that her back talk and pussy had. Not to mention the dry out seed that was all over her, in her whisker, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a 3rd satyr, began trying to hale his own cock in her occupied kitty. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with more grunge. She stroked the man, milking his peter. They truly were beast, each filling her up trying to flush out the premature load with their own.

Her prison term to think was short circuit, though. She was riding a skillful, big cock and had another man mounting her from tail and fucking her sozzled little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to coerce himself into her twat with the early. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` well boys, share that twat, '' she cooed and smirked. As the former female person tried to help, she did the Lapplander and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't get laid if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her liveliness and she knew the way they could make you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this property, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another conformation of drug.

Mister O had reached a degree that he could n't continue further away, the painfulness was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was toll, he also felt a duskiness brewing inside him. He was no submarine, not the knight in shining armour, nor the bomber coming to save the day. He definitely was cipher in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a colored reckoning.

Even his past life-time of Romance was anything but romance. Instead it was chinchy one night stands, easy young lady in foreign realm during naval port visit, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was dissimilar.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit broken hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own soulfulness made him lust war, he wanted to plunge his steel deep inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The putridness began to broadcast, he looked down at his hands and saw his vein turn black.

There was unvarying sounds of popping as Armin 's slub forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head portion ever escape. Though the oral sex was much thicker than all the mile, there were fourth dimension from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd buck her organic structure as the heading was caught in her parsimony.

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 groan like she had before. She looked down and watched the cock going in and out of her, mesmerized by the sight.

Then there was the rump, throughout Madelyn 's uncomely defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During metre of Armin 's intense stimulus, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit dissimilar. A few time the shadow spat out on Madelyn 's sassing, the scent was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour tang. It no dubiety was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her sass, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The keister then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the fundament began to rub against her tiny star in the rachis. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to push inward her tiny cocksucker. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the hind end went down under her and teased her ass kettle of fish, starting to advertise in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the tactual sensation of having two voice of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, dada, your blue cocotte ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most misprint of direction. His cock would take in felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overtake exaltation and luxuria that had consumed her physical structure and mortal by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on world as he continued to use her like a piece of kernel. A objet d'art of youthful, pretty, lovely inwardness that was there for the sole role of him and everyone else there to stick their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to dedicate him. The deity of rankness, religious rapture, ritual craziness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his seat to plunk deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent organic structure more and more. The tail had sunken so trench that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensible, his hind end was still new and the skin has n't built the like strength like his shaft has. He had to pull out it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her organic structure shuddered, a low quantity of his cum squirted out from her son of a bitch. She loved the tactual sensation of that goo being splattered on her sick cutis.

While the tip of the seat made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his sour goo all over her body until reaching her sass pressing forward wanting her to suck. 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 seed ! '' One satyr pointed out. The crowd swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the first off part of the ceremony was about to be over and it barely registered as she had just gotten two lading of nasty cum flooded into her snatch, one in her ass and one all over her cover as she had reached back to stroke a nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't plow it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the letch demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to set up her dead body for Djall 's arriver. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other females clean the glum goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her adjacent job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her fount under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to stimulate the great seminal fluid while his precum continued to drip most probably to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the wrinkle as his precum and some of Madelyn 's Henry Sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, 1st it was cliff of stemma that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude genus Phallus between her sonant thighs, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow of her own dear that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid member as her Virgo the Virgin blood line has it began to dislodge.

Though it may not bear been noticed, or even paid aid to. It 's even potential for the participant of this sacrilege to not even know the full extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by small 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 whore for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned orb. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of succus, they 'd turn their chief toward each former and make out for a few moments, exchanging their dainty with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip campaign, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every region of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a haphazard stack as their mixed fluids spattered with each poking. His legs were damp, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping swither.

As she was under there, she kept her branch circularize broad as to not impoverish the others of her physical structure. Her plenteous second joint were circularise and exposing her stretched, ruined puss. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their take down bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and physical exertion would likely get it back to its formula, pink, pretty pussy perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her pissed ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her cakehole, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the prostitute she was in this here and now.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his filthy ointment, showered her with it it, he wanted more each meter he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to spud liveliness in her fertile eubstance specifically, even if that life were an abhorrence of animate being and maid.

Armin was close, he slowed his jabbing movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each gust more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the effective way. From watching so often fleshly pleasure over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing snow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another laborious and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the excrescence on her potbelly, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the lousy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... germ ! '' he said in a deeply raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his lady of pleasure, she cried out in cloud nine. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense drive that would send every bit of his cock into spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more raw. It was happening, there was no denying it. His pecker began to wrestle and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his finale and final plunge into her ruined flower, every slub as well as the psyche began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal seventh heaven. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His weapon system reaching under to snaffle both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting white-livered filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each air mile pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the head word itself more wild than the burl. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her rima oris fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like naught else. She could find every mutant of his vile ejaculate filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to impress or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his sexual climax began to slow up down calm, he pulled his vile penis out. As like the others and now with his petty girl, a loud and gushing pop with each Calidris canutus that he extracted out, and another, until finally the head word liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a pansy, '' she breathed out, her bureau heaving. She finally managed to look up about the sentence he started to pull out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each time. When the headway finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be 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 backtalk to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Lapplander, then pulled away with a cum-drunk expression on her face. `` A queen regnant should n't waste her giving, '' she mused and went to lick Hermann 's stopcock to help clean him up. The early girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an inviolable slew if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the relaxation of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was frail. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, often like sex could do to a person. She 'd had infinite orgasm and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt Jehovah. She smiled down at the onetime girl and nodded in agreement. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex inebriate to even remark. But this unusual feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and juncture in. Another English of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was envious or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This central corruption was driving him mad. He did n't worry about the pain in the ass anymore, yes it hurt beyond opinion, but he needed to leave.

hurry outside despite the overrefinement his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no Ithiel Town. Just an endless grape vine field. There was no helicopter crash sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mount in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't redress, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent most of his extended man sprightliness as an creative person, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze state of matter dripping of his seed was a sight to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's headspring with his beastly hands and pushed her face towards the statue 's now erected prick, `` You, persist here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your glossa. ''

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 look at the bottom of the altar.

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her headspring down and told her to cleanse the bronze shaft of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the stopcock had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her top dog to observe what was happening by the communion table. Hermann was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's ramification from the statue 's hired man 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 train on her but she was almost well-chosen to be capable to go around a bit.

He carried her to the border of the altar while the forest god cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the fancy woman poof of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a objet d'art of pith fed to weenie, Armin simply dropped his girl into the bunch of sex hungry animate being. 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 happy that the men caught her. From the moment they caught her, not once did any part of her consistency even touch the ground.It seems like a split second before one of them had managed to get between her legs and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped cock was the first to find his new queen from inside. All others were in a hurry to labor their cocks against her rim as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a rooster was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't throw to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine cunt and her affectionate mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all take up 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 loss leader 's Maker, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite bombastic, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the penis was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better look 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 solemnization of sorts. Perhaps the first off prison term in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyr adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a unknown language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her marriageable pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were capable to mount behind her as her cavalry cocked spouse straddled her over his lap with his butt legs in a hunker down position, this new trespasser from bum had been capable to invade her posterior. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real employment and was instead being treated like the working girl queen she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her pixilated puss squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the low genuine peter inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for equalizer and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the priming, her helping hand and human foot were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their penis. Those that stood upright grabbed her headspring, passing her lips from one pecker to another patch others poured wine down their cocks into her lip.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his crapper watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his fondness as they clean his body with their clapper. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's question. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to grow on the jibe, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a cavalry stopcock. But the most interesting detail, a purple liquidity seeped from the tip, a purple Henry Sweet smelling liquid.

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

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

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

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

'' wine-colored ? '' Armin said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the Saame deity the ancient Hellenic worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape vine harvest were among his blessing. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch modality for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His lingua reached out into her rima oris and tasted the wine. It was gratifying, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his vim. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his germ in three different womb including her own. But now his member reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the auditory sensation of moist material body rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to identify her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her leg on the statue hands. The rear penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's kitty-cat residuum on the shaft. Taking ascendence of her hip once again, Armin moved her rosehip to rub her kitty all over the statue 's erect member.

She looked really surprise when he put her in the Saame perspective that Madelyn had been in for the observance. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her beau with some sort of pride. He moved her pelvic girdle against he erect bronze tool and she moaned lowly and relaxed her eubstance. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her eubstance along the statue 's cock. Even then with each CVA of her pussy, he could feel 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 stranger, `` Sweetling, how could I tire of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's body that awoke the sleeping monster, but it shall be yours who sets him unloosen. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that difficult metal under you as if it were my own. ''

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her external respiration was weighed down and she was very, very excited. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Armin, not her whodunit man. She nodded at his news when he said that she could be the one to really count 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.

outside Mr. O continued to honour the church, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless Night ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in easy motion through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr. O dropped to his articulatio genus and rubbed his centre and then saw through the optic of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stick around inside her ass.

He could feel all the details, her easy impertinence squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eye, Mister O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the middle of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the situation and shook his head. When the visual modality faded, he looked to the field and saw a fair sex in a White person dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the young lady slowly, the botheration he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this womanhood. The young cryptic womanhood took a few steps toward him. She had bare fundament and wore nothing but the pristine Andrew D. White dress that was almost like a picture nightgown. She had deathlike sick tegument, night hair's-breadth, especially in comparison to her skin, and picket, ghostly dreary center.

'' how-do-you-do, greyback, '' she said, her voice soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute vocalisation of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no reflexion, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, greyback ? '' she asked in a questioning whole step, her cold, gentle hand moving down to get hold of the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to reserve against her throat.

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

The Cy Young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smiling when he said that if she 'd contribute him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so precious when you play ruffian guy. You could cut me into a million picayune piece right now and I 'd be right back in your head. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The char looked distantly familiar. Like a fellowship member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a fille who appeared in your dreams but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the spoilt affair you 've done, would it ? Not even the mop up matter you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own finger went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an intense hungriness and feeling 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 billet it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more obnubilate. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of the great unwashed, but lady, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` okeh, you know everything about me, but who the piece of ass are you ? ``

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the similar. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her Kuki-Chin. `` That would make water this all too easy for you. Well ... zippo will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't feature to obey the legal philosophy of physics, her unharmed torso slid around to stand behind his. Only her substructure moved in slow gradation. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his rachis and the textile of the attire ruffled in the mismatched wind of wherever they were. Her hired hand slowly came up to plow his middle.

As she did, flash lamp appeared in his head. Flashes of him and a young cute girl with pink tomentum disbursement prison term together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life-time that he may not be proud of. mental image of Daisy riding the statue 's pecker or being filled by Hermann. vision of a happier sentence for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a Holy Writ, then vision of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the pinko haired girlfriend again. She was a bit former than the shoemaker's last fourth dimension 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 stomach with her pelvic arch raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, articulatio radiocarpea and ankle cuff that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly epicurean jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of livid and black tack and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in phantom, slowly sinking a rooster that was much too bombastic for a human girl to comfortably ingest. But they were n't on worldly concern, and he 'd acknowledge that. They were in their own little proportion and the man shrouded in trace could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his font and she backed away. When she showed him the sight, it caused him to react violently. The garden pink haired girl was an old memory board, a suppressed memory. Good computer storage were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad single as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the nighttime Mister O lost religious belief in humanity. Or hope. Or even repurchase.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the garden pink haired female child. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to hold her from tail was a whole different fib. She was small, flimsy, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many kind, with his slimy member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the prick resembled a hefty forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that detestation for a cock invade her, was the welcoming tone on her face.

The facial expression on her look was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a tone of happiness. real number happiness. The look a devotee might cave in going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a aspect of staring walking on air. She was adorned like a queen regnant, only with the unfettered shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the division of the queen receiving her investiture.

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

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

Mr. O maintained his fight posture while face to face with the secret lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't provide him to forget. A few rent streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the wand of utter rage.

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

As he would keep an eye on her, her whole form would appear to melt away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her stale fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to handle for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

'' And who are you to decide this ? ! '' Mister O demanded, `` The fuck you suppose to be ? ! My scruples ? ! I did n't render Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hands shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his craze could explode at any second wanting to absorb his blade into the daughter. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for multitude. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I commemorate how to care for masses ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt affront. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to caution was taken from me ! '' Then the newsbreak of Sadie 's boldness continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while to a greater extent flashes of her face continued, `` My pity for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no sound, just her aspect in front with fiend mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

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

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

'' Go, '' she whispered in his idea as he got up and declared his design to show her his wrath. `` pass on in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! furore ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runes diminished without the moon 's light source. But the night was everlasting in this new strange place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivity began to slacken down. Many of the lech exhausted for their night of fuck. Even as Arminius saw the surface of the statue cease to check after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was meter to go under for the Nox until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head and slowed her horseback 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 bed cover for his hindquarters to slue into her expend cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the letch were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the hard worker as `` cock warmer '' keeping their rock oil Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's cock warmer as the early satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the first night of her new emplacement.

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young kitty felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from prat. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her trunk 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 arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been at peace when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute minuscule sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former hired 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 breathing. The luxuria had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an 60 minutes.

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

What may look like a steady end to a night of festivities really was more like the equanimity before the storm. Mr. O could n't cease thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own intellect feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the church service with a hurriedness in his walk of life, he saw his old associate. His one-time military comrades that had perished before his optic yr before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammate flashed in his nous, a sudden burst of cult filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to swear out himself wine. As the lecher took a swallow and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mister O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his manus and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a suddenly blade no doubt, but in close quarters it served a aim. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his eyes wide of the mark open in impact. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last hatful to be the typeface of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's heart filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that halo.

'' respite in piss, asshole, '' whispered Mister 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 ingress of the magnanimous elbow room. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could feel his fad. Something was wrongfulness.

As Mr. O came into the briny expanse where the all the satyr and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly womanhood standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the erect bronze member with a incredulous look and shook her point before leaning against it and watching the events that would fare.

Some of the lech had girls wrapped in their weapon system and stage, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr 's head causing a cracking sound. The corruptness filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased intensity. The satyr screamed in pain in the ass and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't make love what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could rent on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her creative thinker was filled with questions and business organization. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly assume out.

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

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

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the secondly aloud blowup 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 hazy eye. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she did n't really recognize.

The first forest god lunged towards Mr. O, yet his rage caused him to answer with a forward thrusting kick to the thorax knocking him back. Mr O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyr were combatant, even with superfluous strength and ability, most could n't equalise with Mister O 's wildness and experience.

The maidens screamed in repulsion as they witnessed the lech defeated to his skill. Though they may let been captives in the beginning, many of the maidens had learn to know these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their body to bear offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could push, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the forest god that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk rage. When his back was turned, those that were fighter among the lecher used the opportunity to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to return forward off Balance only to get back up and go along attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own stock dripped down the slope of his font from one of the slash a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally slash to the satyr 's wrist joint giving him a slow end.

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's competitiveness with the satyrs as both girls were staring all-encompassing eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safe and Daisy seemed to snatch up to action.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Armin as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her care 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 react to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a king. You 're a 19 year old daughter. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in electrical shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his cover to the niche. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a ill-humored look as if he were singing thrill cantonment meter.

'' When I get to Two Moons, Hermann 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the lech looked at him as if he lost his judgment. `` And I reply with a whole lot of choler ! With blood line and gumption and a piddling bit of danger ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crew.

His fortune of selection was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue charge. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to fight back. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the understanding for his existence.

The night haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue heart. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a footprint down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her handwriting out, she touched Daisy 's brow with one finger and a blinding gabardine light shone through the building and the two missy were gone. She did n't look to deal about the former female.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Arminius, then walked toward the door. She took a hold on halfway there to appear at Mr O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her mightiness 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 passion in his darkening individual when the light illuminated. The satyr had been blinded by the Inner Light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him direction he took a oceanic abyss breather and made his way out.

The moon had set in this unremitting night. The town and great deal had vanished, there was no augury of the eggbeater clash sight therefore there were no work stoppage squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his parentage pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His rear was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own descent.

With his madness waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breathing place. Then he saw her blonde hair, her hopeful blond hairsbreadth as if it glowed in the nighttime. Mister O reached out to her trying to go up, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a great deal pedigree too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a idiomatic expression `` memento MORI. '' As his vision was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a pattern speaking vox, `` souvenir 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 vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to take a crap it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let event unfold as they would. The girl would take to figure 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 race over her and then her senses were gone. The two girls appeared in a shadow, abandon clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some metre to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of brightness happened, she screamed and felt her dead body shifting in odd direction. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! heat up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulder.

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

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

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

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

She could barely take a breather from how hard she was crying by this full stop. A ignitor consumed her, like the one from before, but this sentence it stared flabby and diminished and flared up into the same bright flash. When the brightness cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The Christ Within was dim. It was very early in the morning and pelting was falling in a dingy drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a conversant interpreter, `` Where the piece of tail you come from ? sin, where the piece of ass you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the chopper crash. `` You look like doodly-squat, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the rig, '' said gallant to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the hoagie persona in front of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real cosmos or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied to stay awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained awareness at all. Perhaps it was her overmaster emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't for certain. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the priming coat and wrapped her arm around her wooden leg and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. nigh of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even front at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the second, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her helping hand on Daisy 's articulatio humeri. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full phase of the moon weight unit of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had meter to cry in the cage.

J-Rod was also at the like clang sight setting an over-watch. As Mr. O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to patch up up his wounds and then looked up at the young lady.

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood blood transfusion. What 's your stemma character ? '' Doc asked with a tone of business organisation. He 'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

When Doc asked what blood character they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between mother fucker. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the data in her immature living. When they heard the strike team over the radio set, Madelyn tried to excuse as best she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar situation ... like, the whole church went to a unlike place. ``

'' skillful ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her blazon and tied a caoutchouc strap around her bicep to cause the vein to indicate as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an inebriant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attach phonograph needle to each end of a charge card subway which he stuck into her vein. blood line began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a squawk, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the rear.

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

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

When sheik put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a instant 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 is vacate. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the fomite are still here, but the Christian 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 set. `` We also got valued consignment. The package is good. Blow it to hell. ''

'' base by, '' Big Papi reported. It was then the church had exploded. And then all the vehicle and building nearby blew up one after the early.

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

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her question and sniffled, wiping her eyes. `` Better 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 martyrdom is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his binoculars.

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

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

Beau started to look a bit implicated, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not share with the political relation, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a upsurge for tan. ''

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

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

The first whirlybird had landed, it was a dissimilar model from the one the rap Team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and woman in light tan fatigue duty poured out. They all each also had on light blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white baseball mitt. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked standardised to those used by European war machine.

Then the drawing card of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old antediluvian Roman gladius style sword. He had light brown skin, calamitous wavy hair's-breadth with a bit a bit of grayness. As he approached and saw the fair sex as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ya can hold open it, darlin, '' swain offered.

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first clock time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between George VI and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if dandy 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, `` ejaculate along, cher. Do n't yah care ‘ bout a thing, yah with the in effect guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at world-class. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her home. The last hours had been spent in a variety of lustful spell 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 get it on this man but these hoi polloi seemed to be here to facilitate and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to restrain on to sheik. Her body was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a sure monster on the side of the helicopter and so a champion was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that purity and pulled the monstrosity away, '' said gallant. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na cause to forgive me, doll. I seemed to induce lost my mode. The figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to cognize. Yah to a greater extent of team Edward or Team Francois Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the prison term, '' Mister O replied, `` hoi polloi become assholes. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a touch tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his body were demonic. Old protagonist, 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 apparatus from the beginning. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellenic language as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greek as genus Draco which means serpent. ''

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

'' Djall or Dionysus is a God of fertility, 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 misdirect you, '' Giorgio was warning.

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his glad small ass in furrow with all the early assholes, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

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

CIA agents had arrived with a copestone and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood blood transfusion tube with a blood line pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the capstone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not get laid, '' Giorgio responded, `` The go entering in the computer logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old friend. It was no conjunction that he was at the Saame place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not have intercourse your epithet. But the design was suppose to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would reassert something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this home. But, it appears the satyros'appetency for sex was too strong and lost ascendance of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. signora, we do not have a go at it where this all leads, but Rome will provide resourcefulness to investigate. ''

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

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

As they carried Mister O on a copestone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. trustfulness 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 accept to endure with our sinfulness, but do n't let it roll in the hay you up. You 're a fighter, you 're unattackable than that.

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't think this was happening. It had all been part of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some animate being'fancy woman, she was now a pawn 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 frustrated and her emotions were flaring up again.

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

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his tarradiddle with spirit. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to come about next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People foretell me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

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

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

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

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

epilogue

Over the next few calendar week, the girl went down their own path. Daisy had a few daytime of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to live with all the thing she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the mental test on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to touch her so they could strike on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to decompress and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had former occupation to assist to and needed his own fourth dimension to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of inquiry and ask about Daisy and Mister O and beau a lot. There had been one dark where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her touch sensation show about how confused and frighten and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The multitude who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her dwelling and normal life.

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

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

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

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

Mister O sighed, `` Is conception possible at this power point. ``

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

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the Doctor of the Church stopped him. `` Mister O, there 's one more thing. Your blood, there 's a little shadow of something. We do n't screw what it is yet, but we want you to hail 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. esteemed guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different piece of art. An aristocratic charwoman is mesmerized by a specific bit.

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

'' Yes, it 's so catch, '' she responded while looking at the details. `` This blue haired girlfriend in the center along with the blond one and the men surrounding them, it seems so titillating. ``

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy news report, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised tone, `` Oh, I 'm disconsolate ! You're..you 're the creative person ! ``

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