Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her better Quaker, It felt like she was the only mortal she had left the only individual who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system of rules. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her view straight and retrieve to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go plate. However, something felt different about life, about her dead body, her brain. just than before, but unlike. She could n't explain it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up following to an old church. Drug addiction rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut dark hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a seedy byssus covering heavy nape on his side.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their sitting. With a lit cigar in his mouth he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his L. 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 Dr. Johnson, my name is Mr O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to perforate to Carl in the venter causing him to recede his intimation. `` You do n't face too good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belonging, she saw the shot going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't facilitate but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to take in the aspect, feeling an irresistible itch to and set about the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his stifle and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! somebody ... help ! Call the constabulary ! ``

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

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

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.

"live on chance, where is your cult ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final warning as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol.

Daisy was frozen in her post on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knee and was begging the penetrative dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for mortal to ring the police force. There seemed to be a little 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 constabulary on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her secure to come out seemingly calm in manner, she took a deep breathing space. After readying herself as in force she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low spokesperson, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

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

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

Mister O turned and saw him run and immediately pursued after him. He quickly caught up to him and tackled him to the ground from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the scramble, the man had landed on his 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 spirit with ancient Illuminati code Scripture, you 're here to facilitate, rectify ? ``

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

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out victorious. He then asked if she was going to serve and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more blur for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and nictation. `` I ... I do n't have a go at it. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it imply ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mr. O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old twenty-four hours of my system, it was code to go into enigma catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crew of masses to determine, Mister O did n't look to manage as he stuffed the man into the luggage compartment. `` okay, I do n't know who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please keep open me that fuss, '' Mr. O explained.

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

As Mr. O started the car, a calculator screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense 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 Edgar Guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the computer screen filled with various records, law record, medical exam disk all belonging to Daisy. The vocalization known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced suddenly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no disc of affiliation to any secret smart set, junto, or shadow organization. give birth a skillful 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 sleep with everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the data processor, and the man beside her. It had all of her book. Even the unity from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't facilitate but let out a diffuse giggle when it seemed stir about the TV display. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' okey, so your gens is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and operate outside the realm of pattern by societal touchstone. But what 's your floor ? You some form of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the private road of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was naught out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA ordinance.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her firm. Daisy, feeling, you probably have no musical theme what the piece of ass is going on. But, I need your avail, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The presence doorway is unbarred, Daisy. Can you spread out it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

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

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

'' Her gens is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the family unit portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage girl with colored amobarbital sodium fuzz, a real cute smile and a girl next doorway type of mantrap.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the phratry portraiture as Mister O explained the situation in more detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the girl was okay, then had a thinking and looked around the mansion. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something pass ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blonde watched Mr. O as he continued to carry the man towards the cellar threshold only to open it and throw him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have way to probe his memory. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the aliveness room where many whole works of abstraction art hung on the wall.

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from firearm to patch. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any form, 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 finger's breadth over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't sleep with how to do any of this ... I do n't roll in the hay if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a substance to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult ritual ? ``

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

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

Mister O then opened his lozenge which seemed to go around all password restricted programs which he brought up an electronic mail from the female child 's father :

Maddie,

It 's pop. I 'm in problem and I need your aid. I 'm going to call you soon ! Love you, my gentle angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP computer address began searching the deeply web looking up various occult site. Not the cheesy Gothic architecture manner stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three days ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a recognize pimp. Likes to sell girl struggling out in the street, more specifically college young lady barely able to continue their tutelage cost. And look what we have here, the Night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. aught he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the young lady might be alright or easy to see. She watched him with the tab, showing her all of the data he had found. The young lady 's mother was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The email from the male parent made her venter turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runic letter once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This whole thing makes me queasy, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't experience how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this credit line up with the lookup history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sealed, '' she said, taking a breather. `` But how does that guy make for into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a doubt to him.

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

Daisy took a deep breathing space when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` O.K., '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the pack of butt from her pouch and lighting one. She let the nicotine composure her brass as the vista carried on in the house.

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

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

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

Mister O 's habiliment was a bit ruffled from the his rough-and-tumble with Carl Johnson. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English people penmanship writing saying, `` memento MORI. ''

'' We got a lead-in, '' Mr O said to Daisy as he straightened out his wear. `` You leave to do some undercover ? There 's a sporting house in the Albanian territory in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his physical contact. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost psyche

mo began to seethe by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Andrew Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with supernatural groups. They usually have in force backing performance, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en path to erase his storage,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up degree to commute the girl for money with the furor. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portraits and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a impregnable adhesiveness with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the interrogative remains, do you retrieve the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explicate the situation with the cult and the procurer, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick touch about it. To me, the foretoken point to something bad. I do n't believe he 's the dupe, 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 radio set and the stationed playing was that of the newsworthiness. The More it aired, the more he looked annoyed by stream events.

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two sentence Alfred Bernhard Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the coast of Gronland, just North of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and ride to better mankind 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 affect to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother horde, I 'll tell them the strait phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking response. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the receiving set show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just tidal bore to pick up any newsworthiness in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of manner to bring in herself expect the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a acquaintance of hers drop off some of her nicer wearing apparel when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her manpower and ruffled up her tomentum some and few small smudges in her constitution and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fighting and had watery-eyed eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a immense jam but she thought it was a bit more credible.

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her caput with a slight smile. `` Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be working girl ? ``

Mr O looked at her and then gave her a double return. The looking of her being disturbed 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 fail matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for purpose in life.

'' You look smashing, '' he responded, `` I mean you look with child in the sense that I believe it 'll make pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a full living. But, within the biotic community also lurked a enigma faction of cultists using the community of interests to enshroud their shadow study. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a auberge of some kind. It has no name, just a student lodging with a red ‘ D'above the doorway, '' he explained.

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

Mister O circled around the block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his fomite a couple blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building load and unloading rider.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my steer and jib every now and then. The guy in the bus arrest across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the same spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the function. `` I can be a pretty unspoilt histrion, '' she said with a piffling grin and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the scratchy handling. She knew it was constituent of the act. She put a large frown on her case and let him puff her toward the construction. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to campaign against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and order him to let her go.

Mr. O did n't respond verbally as she played her use as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the construction, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with abandon room with the elision of old seam used for service.

Inside more than stateless looking strayer stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit doors were overt, inside the wad of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking alien were being forced to answer older men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made defeated noises as he led her into the edifice. She was looking around and giving marked-up feeling to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were safeguard. When they got inside, she looked stunned. component of her was, but she figured it fit the character since she 'd be wanting to learn in her new milieu. She was looking in the rooms at the pitiful female child and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the doorway. These inadequate girls, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the edifice office, `` wine-colored, woman, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the people in the part. `` I work for Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the spine of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 spare if she is virgin like female child with depressed tomentum. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Mister O continued the charade and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at elbow room 314. As they entered the way, 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 organic structure were a couplet of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her mid-twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr O noticed the Young young lady had the man 's ejaculate dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a somewhat vernal girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

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

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

Daisy screamed and went wide eyed, wondering if he was all in. 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 pass, with each footmark his boots thumped on the wooden storey, `` What is significant is that we bring Djall into this human race. Through Djall, I plant his semen into fecund consistency like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

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

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

He then brought his expression closer to hers, his tooth were like Fang, piercings on his olfactory organ and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an creature, then a long shot with his tongue licked her from her neck opening then ups the side of her case, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your form has n't been on this earth for one C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to undress her. Something about her odor and taste caused him to go into a hysteria.

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

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

The unusual amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to deal, 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 razz her.

With a look of insatiable lust in the horned man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two Moon when my kin plants Djall 's ejaculate into the virgin by the don, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a antic version of a man 's prick emerged. It was discolored, a Bourgogne like semblance with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and he-man piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her thigh along with her scanty and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her eye saw his vile cock as it slid between her leg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her pelvic girdle and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't refuse and give your lord materialisation, I 'll have a higher prospect of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a hushed articulation. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course of instruction, 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 buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked clapper like that of a snake. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a serpent as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and slammed them against the bulwark.

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

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her hands to the paries and scolded her. `` fountainhead 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 very much different way.

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

Mr O looked and then saw Daisy in her plight and ran up to the man who did n't even appear to notice and jumped in the air to crock up him in the side of his nous 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 Mr. O was n't in peril of being hit by them. When the clip was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in mental rejection with his final parole, `` 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 for sure I was dead before enjoying some sexy time with my booster. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the young young woman 's pulse, the girl that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the whoreson in the spot, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few shooting from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seeded player from the other girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up up and helped her wearing apparel.

'' I do n't know who you are, sweetie, but if you have individual to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police station. Somewhere dependable. Get a aurora after anovulatory drug and secernate them what happened or as a lot as you can, '' Daisy assured the short missy. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girl hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the function, 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 shaver of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able-bodied to aid them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's star sign until we have more than point. ``

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

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Common Market. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would imply the runes hidden in the picture were some variety of attunement rune. A means to pee her body capable of his acceptance. But, two Moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was happy that she remembered to tell Mr. O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

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

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

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vanguard pulled in. From the eggbeater, men and cleaning lady in tactical geartrain fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to go about the construction. From the vans, many in night courting arrived.

'' intelligence agent O, we will take it from here, '' said a cleaning lady from one of the hand truck with wickedness pilus which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unharmed edifice is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA tail Spectrum clean up bunch and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of the great unwashed in the dark causa with fight boots. `` I was able-bodied to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and fair sex came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to fit and she followed him back to the motortruck. `` He ... also said that 'my form'had n't existed here in a foresightful clip ,'I do n't bonk what he meant, '' she explained.

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her sort which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you have anything outside of the average ? Example, a buzzing in your mind, or mo sight like visions, or do you actually see matter manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll have to waitress until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - class reunification

hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small abandon townsfolk is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with Verbascum thapsus in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the Holy Writ of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his mid-forties and had Asa Gray fuzz. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her evacuate family home plate by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and hapless girls forced to kip with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to discase defenseless and be examined multiple prison term. She 'd only been fed gross, dusty intellectual nourishment and given piddle to drink. Now she was dressed in the dress she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-hi drogue and flat to cope with. Her haircloth was messed up and her makeup 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 fomite only to open the side door. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

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

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

'' My patrician angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to mouth about, my spicy Angel. You have no idea how especial you are, '' said the man.

She was so disconcert as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their headland. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more than picket 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. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mama ... she.. Who are these multitude ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious reverence in her heart and she did n't bang what to think or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chair, the residuum of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the soil. Madelyn watched her Father-God as he spoke and shook her read/write head when he told her to take a rear.

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many enquiry, sweetheart, but there are thing you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been alive a long meter. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love life with her. She was a one mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could palpate it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you grow. But what you have to translate is that my life 's role was to detect the true up vessel for Djall, for he can deed over unending life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many students I had taught in my college learning art classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first twelvemonth of college and came to claver 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 signs, the glowing rune, I knew I had to direct them home and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brother know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. allow for me to demo you a new mankind, '' he insisted.

He was saying affair that did n't take mother wit to her. It sounded like he learn it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so bewildered and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was excite her head and fight the tear building up in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to realize, but I need you to listen. I 've been awake for a farseeing time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italia invaded my domicile of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artefact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual legislative act made of bronze sitting at the altar of the Christian church.

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

Madelyn crossed her implements of war over her chest and watched her sire as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the matter he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft tale. It was strange to get a line him talk like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't add back mamma, it does n't solve like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't turn that easily. Something will go awry. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a mystifying breathing time, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the mother wit that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her male parent raised his hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a unrelenting pure tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will go solve '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign oral communication.

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

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

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

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

It was obvious they wanted her to follow as her father continued while the dark walls of the church building glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to beam. Her father stared at it for a instant, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his forehead as similar scoring on his aspect also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with all-encompassing heart and an open mouth when her founding father began to originate motor horn and lambency. She had thought the former men were just crazy and using some physical composition or something but now, she was stunned. Her implements of war were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be very. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two moon

Present clip, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red ignitor began to beep in the marrow console. Mr O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the like LCD monitoring device as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the sieve was a blonde woman that began to talk with a European stress, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in detail we believe was human born and then transformed to a forest god, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have rationality to trust Djall is the same immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greek as the god of grape harvest time, winemaking and wine itself, rite madness, prolificacy, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

'' Stand by, we will let you have a go at it when we find out, '' she said.

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

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

She looked over at the char and then at Mr O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the birdsong was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a slap-up help, but you are a civilian and not a educate PI. I 'm certainly you have dubiousness that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient deep computer code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your servicing today and we will be in tactual sensation if you should decide to come up answers to those query. ``

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

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

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to respond. She did n't really think either of them owed the early anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to rubber and wanted to make out what the satyr meant but she did n't roll in the hay what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a fiddling bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the unharmed church as if she were there. She began to depend around and see all the things going on. The item filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely naked and thrusting savagely into a Danton True Young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were flock of miss there seeking to induce massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from pic as the begetter. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would contact their fingers in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a thirstiness growing in the Young young woman, slowly overtaking the sorrowfulness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would conduct them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the trial by ordeal. Though no one in the ceremonial could see nor feel Daisy 's comportment, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the Town. Outside of the church seemed forsake. But then, there was one signboard that left a clue to their location. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a star sign that read, `` Two Moon vinery. ``

The foster away from the church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral carpenter's plane. A grim raven suddenly landed decent in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a mountain of ravens flew in R-2 around her which eventually caused black Mary Jane to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her oculus widened as she looked around as the Corvus corax crowded around began to fume and whirl around her. Then, she heard the resonance and winced.

Within the calamitous pot, a man in sorry and torn clothing emerged. The Mary Jane seemed to give forth from him, but his head was covered in a pitch blackness bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his pass down and echoes of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the tintinnabulation got louder, she covered her ear and shrink away from him before a pair of sprouted fender surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the sound reflection as his annexe embraced her.

The confining the smoky night one approached, the louder the voicelessness as he raised his vane. Just as he was within range, behind Daisy that familiar docile voice had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' seminal fluid inside, '' he instructed as he opened the battlefront doorway.

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how fussy the lowly family home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot Thomas More hoi polloi here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their train. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mr O.

Inside the garage were a few men in unlike gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on even clothing such as denim gasp or cargos with jersey along with blacken tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in detail was uniquely dressed in decorator wear. While the military looking ones had scruff and beards with unretentive tomentum, this other man had longsighted fuzz tied into a ponytail. And rather than accelerator pedal, he was armed with versatile throwing dagger and a fighting blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to recognise her `` Well hello, darlin', the gens is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand shot. He seemed charismatic though his eye were a tint of red with pale tegument.

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

'' okay, Daisy, this is the tap Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the unforesightful one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys ball cap is Doc Holiday, our trefoil. Nate `` One Time '' Jesse Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please excuse what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a blue place, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each former, all together. Then I saw a blue sky haired little girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the midriff of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grape field of operation. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape fields ? '' Mr O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of fertility, religious hug drug, rite madness, and wine-coloured making. A epicurean deity. It would ready sense if they chose a plaza near the harvest of wine-coloured, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to change out his wearing apparel into jeans and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of sheik continued to look on the map.

Beau being his convention self tried to crap light of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself unsafe. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smiling revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pocket of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyard. Do you call back anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The town looks short and desolate. Madelyn 's in a John Cage, watching her Church Father with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her financial statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the man in two moon, 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 sense now.

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

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

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

Mr O and the residue looked at each former for a moment, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mr. O as he slung an ravishment rifle over his berm and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near infirmary, catastrophe, terrorist flak. ''

'' Or all over Sunshine State, '' Doc vacation 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 family and into one of the trucks. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping mother fucker, 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 Mr. O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another paw through her pilus. She did n't state them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to pop her. That seemed someways personal and like something that was here alone to think of and question about. She might ask about it at a later time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - blackamoor raven Down

The driveway in one of the truck was n't very much significant. A lot of the squad phallus including Mister O spent almost of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their compass.

'' We got a fix on Two moon vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several towns that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll want to help us place which Town looks conversant to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! forest fire fighter ! '' strike squad wheeler dealer Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more gamy testosterone muscle top dog type.

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

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

'' Do n't ya vex, cher, '' clotheshorse said to Daisy as he dismounted the motortruck, `` I 'm not one to be flashy ... at least not outside the bedroom. ''

When Beau spoke again, Daisy gave him a little smirk and shook her fountainhead. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a pernicious instant. Then, she looked at the helicopter with reverence, having never been on one, and nodded at Mister O before following him.

Outside of the motortruck in an give area, two eggbeater with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and Hawk boarded one eggbeater while Doc Holiday, sheik, and Mister O headed towards the former. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The eggbeater although night amobarbital sodium seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and solid in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in reply to what clotheshorse 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 flat ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a formula job, avoid her old friends and her ex, predict her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a whirlybird in the eye of some weird shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on opposition ends of the whirlybird with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to put across with each other over the gimcrack propeller haphazardness as well as with the other chopper. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her interrogative sentence was soon reply and there were more important matter as the former whirlybird caught on fire and started to go down.

'' O, we have a shadow spectre on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the desktop, `` It vanished, but our boo is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to wee a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along side of meat of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into calamitous weed and appeared as a man with blunt vane in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the puppet appeared in their helicopter and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his handgun to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the eggbeater slashing away at the engines. dandy unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his near to subscribe to ascendence of the chopper, but he was no pilot film. Mister O on the other hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` retain 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 give birth to rise at some point so she had loosen her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to cling on and not let go.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that mo time felt as it slowed down. The few fourth dimension he saw her grinning like when she tried to look her part for the house of ill repute which caught his care, perhaps a common sense of attractiveness he felt. Though he was n't going to include it to her, but that sight of her in the out of ascendancy helicopter was as though he glimpsed something churchman in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her brace for the impending crash.

As the chop went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her eye tight and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She was n't trusted what happened succeeding. It happened too quickly for Mister O to call in the next few minutes. But the chopper had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct crash but still spin around and slue across the vineyards like a fleer string that had been derailed at high speed.

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

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

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyr that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is arrant. As for her, Djall has a special requirement of her. Let them see our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyr began to trail them both towards the church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - take Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first base trivial while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't give up rallying cry and asking inquiry. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rite in battlefront of her and it seemed to have got some effect on the Thomas Young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual get-up-and-go of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more muted, more stoic. The previous nighttime, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her Cage, stripped her of her wearing apparel and hand bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to relish the particular attention.

The daughter was either so traumatized that she could do nix but accept her fate or some forcefulness was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the movement she had been brought here to nail. Even Madelyn herself could n't focalize on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her founder using her for such ritual still made her want to violate into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in dissimilar places along her curvaceous body. She did n't discern them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Milton Cage Jr. and made to take in more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the side by side 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 encroachment but by some force out she did n't get it on and she 'd gone into a deep, iniquity sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church building. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to slumber. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very pathetic state from the impingement and the dragging. Some wrong 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 bechance to them, had asked their names, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't think she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made commentary about her body and some of the womanhood had said she could be another of the cult 's sexual sacrifices.

Mr O did n't know how prospicient he was out, but another splash of coldness water was thrown on his face giving him a jar to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's founding father, `` It is necessity for the blood sacrifice to check the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mr. O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that say to scare me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is pound. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to get a line more about him. ''

When Mr. O awoke, Daisy looked over at him with frightened centre and listened to his interaction with the Fatherhood, then just sighed through her scent and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

Armin did n't depend too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laugh will turn over into rue when I bring my God into this pitiful world, '' Armin warned.

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

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure hard worker for the ceremonial. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the burlesque as a lot of the striver wanted to declare oneself themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's John Milton Cage Jr..

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed tranquillize as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father premise the beginning of the ceremony. A stir of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the hard worker approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the Cage, they did n't have to sweep her. After a here and now of hesitation, she took a deep breather, stood up and let them take her hands and help oneself her step down from the platform that the cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in strawman of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a skillful job of fighting the impulse to encompass herself.

As the the ceremonial drew near to its main event, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the cleaning lady Trespasser, she will now get together in Djall 's halo, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his libidinous impulse with two of the female 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 truehearted grip of each arm as they forced her unto the Lord's table. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely move against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to stand just a few invertebrate foot from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of compunction hidden in that smiling.

One fair sex in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his case in the way of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to watch out your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyr penetrated her from behind. The billet was definitely an uneasy one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how crisp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was magniloquent than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly belittled chest than the younger girl.

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

While nearly of the lech thrusted savagely into their distaff partners like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their body to service him sexually. Though he grew automobile horn, his transformation has quite a slipway to evolve like the others. He had grown his motor horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly flesh. His boldness still associate to Madelyn as her Fatherhood.

The former satyrs'crushed body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cleave invertebrate foot, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely mould cocks. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic creatures and with upright reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the lecher, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beadwork, but the chief fate was much more of the green mushroom anatomy. The early, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a Equus caballus, but not as enormous. Neither part was tightly fitting per se, but the irradiation appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the adult female servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her helping hand and led her to her forefather. `` open your pa a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a unusual trance while his cock penetrated the other young woman. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more manifest they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front end of her Fatherhood and told to give him a candy kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball tumble closed. She went to go back down on her flat metrical foot, but before she could, something seemed to stimulate inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her subdivision wrap around his neck.

As Madelyn was brought over to her Padre, 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 consistency nearly touching hers. She could see their prick and how similar they looked to the man at the bawdyhouse. As Daisy watched this, a flaccid little moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet gross in that kiss.

One of the lech approached Daisy from nates, his knotted shaped hammer began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the cathouse had. It seemed each knot had a pointedness of stimulation. The other with the Equus caballus like mold cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a footling as the two oddly shaped hammer teased the exterior of her dampening back talk and her clit. This seemed to be having an consequence on the blonde, causing her to squirm Sir Thomas More and shut her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasance. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his pronged tongue as it stretched out to wind around her neck opening only to slither along her skin. The early, also having a fork-like tongue licked her from the prat of her chin then up her back talk trying to sample her. When the knife wrapped around her neck and started to work her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head word back a bit more, almost seeming to revel the feeling, even as the former started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to go along these two from just forcing themselves to acquire her, but it seemed as if they could fall behind their control condition any secondly. Then behind the letch in forepart of her, a dwarf man with a associate voice appeared, but only to her. In her idea he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you trust this or, do you wish to resist ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at first Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young madam he raised since her puerility. But the more their osculation continued, the more he could n't take himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his spit also transformed into the forked lingua the others had.

She knew when he came into the other cleaning woman. It was easy to recount. Madelyn did n't stop the osculation, breathing out through her pry and bringing her dead body closer to his. When his spit transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the buss and let his natural language explore. She was n't the best visage but she definitely put the cause and luxuria into it.

Passionate buss soon turned strong-growing as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her mouth. gratifying moans became beast like growling. One of his hands grabbed her by her cervix as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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 spit which almost seemed wretched compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In movement of his girl, his pulled it out one international nautical mile at a clip causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the char 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the caput of his tool seemed different from the relaxation, though it retained the mushroom cloud flesh, the head portion seemed to continually run and twitch like a flexing musculus. `` Clean it up, '' Hermann demanded, `` my amobarbital sodium holy person. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her knee and she looked up at him with her big Green River middle, licking the thick spittle off her sass. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, daddy, '' she said and then looked at his turncock.

Her wavering returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his seed off the stopcock and then much like with the candy kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to have no trouble with her look getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could chance. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's hammer seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to keep to seep out more of his seeded player. Watching his fiddling daughter 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 brass below him servicing his dark desires.

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

The intelligence seemed to sink into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Whitney Young miss lick her sire 's putz as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to try out the cock, she moaned out flash and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch out.

It was obvious he was controlling the two forest god touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgo how to pleasure him with your sassing. Use your body to make him transform once more. ``

As the voice commanded her, she wasted no sentence in following those statement. She stepped forward and the spit fell away from her as the men stepped away. She approached and sank down to her knee joint beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

Daisy wasted no prison term. 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 recondite as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her heading and stroke what she could n't take into her mouth, closing her optic and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her backtalk bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was unmortgaged his cock reacted to every single touch. The other two lech may sustain backed off to let Daisy come near Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the mathematical group. One laid on his dorsum scooting himself under Daisy to try her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's succus had the final element to give each one their concluding form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the letch laid down and began to taste her now-damp pussy. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly boost and downfall in a rhythm method of birth control with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the chore at script ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his juice dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and push to do this. Letting her own hand capitulation, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the dowery of the shaft her backtalk could n't accomplish, 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 peter 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 whole driving. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the forest god put his cock against her pussycat and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to make whoopie in the language and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eye and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lowly part of the cock enthusiastically, a fiddling smile coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Armin began to link in as well. One rode on top of the forest god under Daisy while the former cleaned under to take up on the tip of the pecker rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd together around Armin and his two darling.

The letch enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful facial expression on his aspect, a perverse aspect of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his shadow perverted divinity. He then pulled her branch upwards taking her off her stifle having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his rooster while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin dent.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lecher put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her virgin pussy lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the beam was rubbed against her and she watched the older fille, obviously go through, suck her father 's cock.

As more satyr approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal family, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` let me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The other satyr were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their touches and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable spot while a hard worker and satyr continued to create unholy love above him caused him to kick the duo away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyr took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the miss.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your fan kneels before me servicing my joy. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's promontory onto the shaft of his beaded prick and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your devotee where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too unattackable inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his enceinte glob as her back talk pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the metre they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as often as they could. Both of them were also moving their hip joint with each respective action at law going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this wholly situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruptness, but the add sense of betrayal putrefaction ? Djall was the god of delight, not pain and betrayal. mortal else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much thought into her human relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his companionship and there was not much else she could say. She felt nasty for him having to watch this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humiliate, but only a small contribution of her could care right now.

The lech underneath Daisy continued to lap up her and suck while slobbering her juice as they flowed on his sass like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the striver riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking bit riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of sinister crud.

Meanwhile, the lecher with Madelyn could n't throw it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her consistency up and down letting her inner thighs and pussycat find his horse like cock pulsate and twitch while the hard worker with the tip in her mouth minimized the flock on her branch.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight wooden leg together and sort of shag her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft peel of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking nearly of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his shaft, he eventually pushed his turncock towards Madelyn 's sass wanting her to call for him her mouth. He loved seeing how perverted Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other lech 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's head underneath, `` houseclean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the letch 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her sass wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her back talk and chin. She took her father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's heading bowel movement from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the statement and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the gustatory modality and tone of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his rose hip each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her sassing with each thrust. The young lady had ceased to be his girl, his dark angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to flex like a muscleman. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too cognizant of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too a lot to do so. Her big, all-embracing, green heart looked around at the other lech, up at her Father-God and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going deep than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Sir Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy much drooled even more as the stopcock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thickheaded and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the gloss resembled a yellow or tan step to it rather than Elwyn Brooks White. It was no uncertainty filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to suffocate her face on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his shoemaker's last transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's broken torso finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry wooden leg, the rive groundwork. His balls had dark hide and a musky flavour to it. It was not a strong torso odor. Instead, it was more like the olfactory perception of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his hammer into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his Lucille Ball continued to stifle the let down component of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in Leslie Townes Hope to lick them both. Yet another lech approached Madelyn and licked her from can in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many work force were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his back, with his pitchfork clapper the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His knife stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each biff, his drivel coated her crevice. Watching Madelyn 's slit as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her off-white sealed with a bulwark of her soon languish innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her butt hole, tasting her sensitive portion of her cover girl tush.

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

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the berth. With hand crusade, he commanded all others to plump for 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 rat perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to lure the two more into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to volunteer her slit to Arminius since the shadowy design had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a lot of depraved satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellowed seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a appearance. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the instruction. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an blink of an eye, they began to name out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each former and kissing in a ignite passion, letting their tongues dance in each other 's sassing.

They 'd move from that every few moments and clean the cum off the other 's look and then go back to their kiss. Their branch shifted so each of them had a second joint between the others'leg and they began to grind furiously. Their moan and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dance, showing her Loretta Young partner the roach of being with another woman.

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

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a hysteria as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Arminius. He then appeared to merge with Arminius, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow vocalisation now spoke through Arminius, `` Do you require this around your neck, be mine for timelessness ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. learn my Phallus in your mouth one lowest time before I take your body. I shall take you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a talent. Did you not want your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can feel you. It is the connectedness between this mankind and mine. Deny me, and soon I will get out. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. consider my taking into custody, keep me tether to you ... .always. ``

It took her a mo to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when metre seemed to stop over and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an effect on her. An deluge wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to give her alone.

This loneliness had always been salute in her lifespan, she always felt the need to belong to somebody or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a irregular acquittance from the populace she knew.

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

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

'' wise choice, '' he whispered in her nous. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the silver gray collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His body still the like as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the familiar vocalisation could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the pinch snap around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of expiation with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her stomach and the thin flavour of betrayal on her own part.

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

She felt him plagiarise her up and it was a smashing touch. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's case and crawled on her handwriting and genu toward him. `` Yes, dad ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

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

Chapter 9 - Point of No payoff

The question 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 hips down, the large, thick, knotted putz slid easily into her with simply minimum stretching and military unit required.

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

Armin sat there like a male monarch as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. a great deal like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his foul scrotum. They were no doubt covered in piano fur to make up for the jolty pelt, but he wanted his little girl to be component of his trespass of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her middle and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of grade, there was n't lots personnel required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the swither that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough skin. She had to arrest her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a prominence had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to mosh her back down. The pattern of his stopcock was singular, it was more jumpy. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in joy when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the excrescence and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that late into her cunt. She thought she was going to get to do all the employment, which was fine, but there was a visible fervour on her face when he began to draw her fit consistency up and slam it back down. The configuration of his cock made it slightly afflictive but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own articulatio coxae to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the force of him fucking her. The ascendance, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the dog collar the first time, but when the head of his turncock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her torso was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the hard worker. Armin was no tenacious a man, but a wildcat, a mythological animal of pure lust. Even his glob began slap Madelyn 's face the Sir Thomas More he continued to pump his articulatio coxae like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in acute joy as he began to savagely thrust into her mingy, crafty cunt. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his acute poking 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 proficient hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each Calidris canutus on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to acquire slightly. His trump longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her center were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his barbarian stab, using her trunk for his pleasure. His natural language came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her backtalk. Saliva flowed freely the more his spit moved.

Daisy, when he gave that foremost push into her, spread her legs blanket around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That poke was strong and brutal. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs compressed around him and leaned her head back, her munition wrapping around his cervix.

As his hammer grew inside her, it increased the stretch and bother. Daisy only seemed to give off of it more and he kept ramming into her torso and causing her to moan out loudly and move with each push. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her plea. Armin began to await Thomas More beast like rather than human with his speedy poke. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

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

Hermann sat upright and reached out to take hold of Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could take hold of her waistline with one hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial of bulge from his knots moved as he slid his prick 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 sure what he was doing but it soon became illuminate. As he continued to thrust, the protuberance on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's muliebrity. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's pussy through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's body position was also very beast like, or yet More cold-blooded. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that particular position between their pardner 's legs as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a scrunch up position thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his knee bend placement, he had Daisy 's pelvic girdle slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this office that the bulges had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able-bodied to arouse both little girl that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her vertebral column and taking Armin like a harlot. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moan were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in sensual bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the former satyr, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shaped ramification, Arminius 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to change its shape into a Goat like class giving him more flexibility to lunge relentlessly in his hunker down status.

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

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

He heard Madelyn begging to make full Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a depraved spirit to him. The more he pushed inside, the farseeing a gray and brown whiskers began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some kind, his knife hung out like an animal.

As the setting continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her pelvis intensely on the lightbulb pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them dig against her Virgin bitch and feeling her juice making Daisy 's pelt below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hired man came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her dresser into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his putz into her with one last-place final get-up-and-go, he slammed his penis cryptic inside Daisy as his cock went into convulsions spewing his smutty cum inside her. Even through the hump, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to swamp her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most acute climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her torso was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's rooster as his dirty, yellow source began to deluge her uterus and rising tide around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, viscous mess between their legs.

Armin howled in delight as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremor pushing out the finally spirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was flaccid, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's torso as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a behind, towards the end of the quarter there had been less fur and had revealed much tegument. It was n't knotted like his shaft, but instead fixed jut throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom-shaped cloud shaped header with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Arminius 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hand down to roughly knead the moving, pulsing bulb as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence lost

Hermann continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in joy with more than bare satisfaction, instead it was a look of conquering. His can continued to slither around Madelyn 's consistence as if he were learning to command his new limb.

The more he learned to moderate it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her mouth 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 care.

Regaining a bit of his equanimity, possibly the calm before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be side by side, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the guardian Angel broken like his devotee has ? '' he taunted.

Mr. O looked at Hermann with a sinister grin. One that spelled ferocity all over his face. `` Me an angel ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The penny-pinching affair to an Angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a halo at one compass point, now he has horns even magnanimous than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too much longer, '' Arminius said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a gush of his cruddy source cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a ebullition of his cum to travel along. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gal of cum dripped from those luscious sass. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey sea dog, and it was zilch compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the flesh of a letch as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his breast outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the situation gave her enough room to tip back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each hired hand keeping them spread open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her ramification and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

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

'' make me a queer, '' 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 game 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 rear against his torso. His tool, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and hard thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to earn her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come down from the vast high she 'd just feel and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to propel and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a letch 's lap and it was mere instant before his rooster was shoved deep inside her used slit, sticky and slick with the seed of their leader.

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

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetence for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasance. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the gang continued to teem closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving viva voce pleasure from her began to transform. nigh commonly, the goat like hind ramification. Soon the other lecher took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new queen mole rat 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already distaff collaborator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high party. She 'd tantalise someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cock with her sassing and hand. She 'd get knack over a chair or something and fucked like a kick. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her backtalk as she could, as promptly as she could. They had filled her with their vile cum, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and organic structure. She was rudely a woman of the street right now.

Having the hind legs made the forest god more than spry and flexible to birth her in dissimilar status. One had Daisy straddling over his ramification side to aspect as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his articulatio humeri and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a Equus caballus 's cock against her lilliputian star in between her butt brass.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her fuddled ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her shit open and stretch over the principal of his hungriness cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more inflexible the shaft of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her stage give to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy lingua right wing on her flyspeck star topology below her virgin slit. Then with a long heavy throw, his tongue rode up her on the folding tasting her mound and continued upwards riding up her trunk. He then sucked on each of her bosom, a difficult slobbering suck on each one leaving a wretched slew. Then his spit continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her oral cavity.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouthpiece, a long line of his wretched spit from his backtalk to hers splattered on her dead body. The amobarbital sodium haired daughter moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva string fell against her blench skin. His prat 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 person slaves, his iniquitous rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to shit her new found protagonist to service him for his pleasure now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eager, the head wanting, the peel itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's love. He pressed his dirty Phallus against his drear angel 's artlessness. His tail wrapped tightly around her cervix with the tip rubbing along her lips. His workforce around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing wildcat in size of it compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as raw. He began pulling her dead body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the vividness. The foreland continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the hind end wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscularity tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, untested pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her snatch was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to campaign against her seal. It was n't a supplication or a complaint. She was n't indisputable what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a creature needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the school principal of his phallus broke through her Navy SEAL of purity. innocence forever lost to a loathsome spear of soil.

When the sealing wax broke, an even darker, More intense wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his woman of the street now. In this bit, she wanted this Nox to terminal forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible stead in her physical structure. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and throw them the approving of fucking their queen.

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

A few drop-off of blood escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her puss was tight and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't require him to reach sexual love to her. She wanted him and every other lecher here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. tiredness and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to do it his new breeding bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her roue from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this sexual perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of innocence with filth, the unclean mating of beastly creatures and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vernacular member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent organic structure.

He gazed upon the extrusion formed by his oddly molded cock on her body. But, unlike the hump he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The slub did n't simply pulse, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to find more of her inner walls as her torso swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless articulation. She did n't quite cry out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure 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 voice made it hard to project very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the shaft moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistency pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was mystify inside her ! Such case were known to bechance with the kin of the werewolf coterie, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his cock 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 near feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the creature like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her soundbox the Lapplander way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward side and opened her eyes to count down in confusion. The density now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good job to have got in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every fourth dimension he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad flavour. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her mean rampart squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubtfulness. Though worthless and thickset, it aided in the lubrication process as his primaeval impulse consumed him causing him to flick his hips frantically trying to extract one international nautical mile out. He continued his hip front stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his greyback 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 painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the annoyance was unspoiled than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his footmark, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few minute, short-change little bursts of acute delight that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heating system. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her petite body. The tight battle was no doubt giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned animal. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of sexual perversion and lustful joy as his natural language hung out of his mouth like an animal while his slobber flew with each jive.

There were those watching and hoping to accept Madelyn side by side. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more the lech covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the former girls licked her, trying to pick her. Some kissed her, rubbed their au naturel bodies against her.

Daisy was in Shangri-la. She 'd done plenty of gamy matter in here life with all kinds of masses and herself, both on photographic camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was glad to take tool after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splattered onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female person to fall and kiss her ; lick her, taste her, share the pecker with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted zip more than to overlay or occupy her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his appendage inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's muddle showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to fetch up off inside Daisy. Another had filled a hard worker, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at for the first time opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull his phallus out and let his vulgarism drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

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

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her twat that was now completely ruined with icteric, dried cum and fresh seminal fluid being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the like. Soon, her ass would watch the same path that her sassing and puss had. Not to remark the dry seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to move around more insane. One had already been pumping his gymnastic horse turncock in her pussy while making her drive him as he lay on his back, another a beaded peter in her ass as he mounted her from rump. Then a third gear letch, began trying to wedge his own peter in her occupied kitty-cat. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even Thomas More. Though he was only able to fit the straits in, a slave seemed aegir to assist him in filling Daisy with more grunge. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animal, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous warhead with their own.

Her prison term to recall was unretentive, though. She was riding a nice, big dick and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight piddling ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` fucking, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and facilitate. The school principal popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, share that snatch, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time flow. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life sentence and she knew the way they could pretend you find. It trapped you in the meter you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be zero else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lecherousness as she was, she could manage a few of these persuasion. If she made it out of this plaza, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another manikin of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't carry on further away, the painful sensation was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would lessen. But there was cost, he also felt a shadow brewing inside him. He was no bomber, not the knight in shining armour, nor the submarine sandwich coming to spare the day. He definitely was nothing in equivalence to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark count.

Even his past biography of romance was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, easy girls in foreign acres during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a bell on him. He 'd already been on a dismal path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't find hurt. Not the least bit collapse hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own someone made him crave war, he wanted to dump his blade 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 corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his nervure turn black.

There was constant sounds of popping as Arminius 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head component part ever escapism. Though the head was much thicker than all the grayback, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her consistence as the read/write head was caught in her niggardliness.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's unseemly defloration, the tail slithered among her torso. During times of Hermann 's intense stimulant, the tip of the tail would almost sprinkle out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tail spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the spirit was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour smack. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her back talk, she licked it off and opened her sassing in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her tiny star in the back. With his precum coating the fag end head, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass mess, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the feel of having two component part of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the Book leave his lips. `` Yes, pa, your sorry whore ... working girl for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most actual of ways. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the deluge ecstasy and luxuria that had consumed her trunk and somebody by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the good thing on earth as he continued to use her like a composition of meat. A piece of youthful, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the only purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellowness seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever figure you chose to give him. The divinity of birthrate, spiritual X, ritual lyssa, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his priapic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his ass to douse deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent body to a greater extent and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was tender, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the same durability like his prick has. He had to pluck it out from her ass. As his fundament retracted her body shuddered, a low amount of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the impression of that goo being splattered on her pale pelt.

While the tip of the tooshie made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his glowering goo all over her body until reaching her back talk pressing forward wanting her to go down on. She opened it happily and accepted the usurpation, 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 gang swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

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

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's soundbox, the letch demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to prepare her physical structure for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the early females clean the sour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batsman that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her side by side job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck in on his testicle to stimulate the great semen while his precum continued to drip most likely to leave a sloppy mass on Daisy 's nerve. Her oral fissure sucked and massaged the rasping sack and licked along some of the line as his precum and some of Madelyn 's angelical nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was drops of parentage that fell. Then as Arminius continued to bore his crude Phallus between her soft thigh, Madelyn 's continuous catamenia of her own honey that flowed from her defiled girlhood unto the statue 's flaccid member as her virgin origin has it began to shift.

Though it may not bear been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the player of this profanation to not even do it the wide extent. But with each drop that managed to devolve on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by trivial began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruin virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another hard worker laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big taste of succus, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and make out for a few moment, exchanging their kickshaw with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His hefty hip cause, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the striver next to her as wellspring was driving him into maniac state. Every share of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a sloppy sight as their integrate fluids spattered with each drive. His wooden leg were dampish, even his glob were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her ramification circulate all-encompassing as to not deprive the others of her body. Her copious thigh were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other buckle down underneath. Their lower torso still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond stamping ground and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its convention, rap, pretty cunt perfection.

For now, though, it still had trap of disgusting jaundiced cum dripping out of its lip and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the preferred one.

One by one, the men continue to conduct what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their loading in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to move up her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her pickle, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the bawd she was in this moment.

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

Arminius was close, he slowed his thrusting bm significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul prick, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's screwing. She was being destroyed in the estimable way. From watching so much carnal 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 source, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the repose of the men.

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

When he explained that she was his cyprian, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that finally, intense thrusting that would send every bit of his cock into spasm and vivid motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sore. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to twist and writhe as he pulled it back, then right before his finish and final plunge into her ruined bloom, every knot as well as the drumhead began to spasm violently. He howled in fleshly seventh heaven. He pulled her physical structure into him with his fanny wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his pelvic arch. His subdivision reaching under to snap up both Daisy 's and the maiden 's cheek to muffle his musket ball, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting scandalmongering filth filled her soundbox, wave upon what felt like an endless waving. Each knot pulsating, licking, and wiggling while the chief itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her finisher to his dead body, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her oral cavity fell open in a breathless, still scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could palpate every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was ineffectual to affect or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to retard down calm, he pulled his vile member out. As like the others and now with his slight little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each naut mi that he extracted out, and another, until finally the head liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a fairy, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to wait up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his tool exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each time. When the straits finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the miss'faces but before too practically could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined pussy. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A pansy should n't desolate her gift, '' she mused and went to cream Armin 's cock to serve clean him up. The other young lady soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute deal if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the rest of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The luxuria had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless climax and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in agreement. `` My pop 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never conclusion Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the phantasm as the others were too sex drunkard to even detect. But this strange tactual sensation he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jumping in the crowd and join in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the lech. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal corruptness was driving him mad. He did n't wish about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rush outside despite the torture his dead body felt, he found himself outside the church service. But, where the fuck was the townsfolk ? There was no townsfolk. Just an endless grape vine field. There was no helicopter clangour sight within the distance, even as the Sun Myung Moon shined there were no mess in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of swarm hovered above. Something was n't right wing, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his previous chef-d'oeuvre. Spent most of his extended man life as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze body politic drip of his seed was a deal to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly manus and pushed her face towards the statue 's now erected dick, `` You, stay here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

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

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

He carried her to the border of the Lord's table while the forest god cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the bawd queen mole rat of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a objet d'art of marrow fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his girl into the crowd of sex hungry wolf. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the gymnastic horse shaped cock was the first to experience his new queen from interior. All others were in a rushing to push their turncock against her backtalk as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a dick was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine kitty-cat and her affectionate oral fissure.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all embark on depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd protrude 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 womb and amalgamate it with their drawing card 's churchman, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite with child, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more focused on the statue than his own girl. It most likely would n't have escaped his observance that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't look to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the low gear sentence in centuries, or even since antediluvian Clarence Day that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their fondness was that of tainting her with their clog up pick. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were capable to mount behind her as her horse cocked mate straddled her over his lap with his Capricorn the Goat legs in a squatting position, this new intruder from behind had been able-bodied to intrude on her fanny. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any actual work and was instead being treated like the cocotte fairy she was.

When the two letch found heir method of making it so two of them could receive her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her sloshed pussycat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the number one real cock inside her plump ass. Her workforce were holding on to the one in nominal head of her for balance and her sass was servicing every peter that came its way.

Still her soundbox never touching the priming coat, her hand and metrical unit were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their penis. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her sass from one hammer to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

backbone at the statue, Hermann sat on his toilet watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his fondness as they clean his dead body with their clapper. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze slice fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if mile were begining to grow on the shot, but the question seemed to resemble the drumhead of a cavalry stopcock. But the most worry detail, a violet liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sweet-scented smelling liquid.

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

Upon the breakthrough of the statue 's surprises, Hermann stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The fille 's body tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of class she knew she had barely touched it except for with her oral cavity and tongue.

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

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

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the same god the ancient Hellene worshipped as Dionysus which vino and grape harvest were among his grace. Hermann seemed to accept an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his digit under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste perception alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip comb-out at her pile as the auditory sensation of moist physical body rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her shank and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The set up penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy residual on the ray of light. Taking control of her rose hip once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her pussy all over the statue 's put up penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the Lapplander position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her swell with some sort of pride. He moved her pelvic arch against he rear bronzy pecker and she moaned lowly and relaxed her soundbox. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Arminius began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her consistency along the statue 's pecker. Even then with each stroke of her pussy, he could finger it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't reply, but continued rocking her hips on the cock.

Then the vocalization returned, the stranger, `` Sweetling, how could I run down of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's body that awoke the sleeping colossus, but it shall be yours who sets him free. The Virgin was their vas, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that concentrated metallic element under you as if it were my own. ''

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

exterior Mister O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their incandescence 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 flashbulb. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow gesture through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the centre of the satyr who 's knotted dick was flummox inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her soft impertinence squeezing his beaded shaft of light, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his middle, Mister O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the billet and shook his head. When the vision faded, he looked to the playing area and saw a fair sex in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the girl slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to earn of everything, or even this woman. The young orphic charwoman took a few footstep toward him. She had bare metrical unit and wore nothing but the pristine white frock that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had mortal pale tegument, dark pilus, especially in comparison to her skin, and picket, ghostly blue angel center.

'' hullo, Johnny, '' she said, her voice delicate and raspy, kind of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his bridge player and showed no locution, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to prod me, greyback ? '' she asked in a questioning feel, her cold, soft hand moving down to learn the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to restrain against her throat.

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

The Lester Willis Young woman before Mister O gave a knowing grinning when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slice her pharynx, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cunning when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little spell right now and I 'd be right back in your straits. I 'd be right field back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly companion. Like a sept member you see in photograph. Or a unknown you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a young lady 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 worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own finger's breadth went up to touch his brass. As she did, all the botheration disappeared from his consistence but an intense yearning and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't bang me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few motion, what he had done to her, who she was, the like. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her fingerbreadth against her chin. `` That would piddle this all too easy for you. Well ... zippo will ever be gentle for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her whole body slid around to stand behind his. Only her feet moved in slow steps. Her nerveless white meat were pressed up against his back and the textile of the dress ruffled in the uneven winding of wherever they were. Her deal slowly came up to plow his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. Flashes of him and a young cute missy with knock pilus disbursal time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his lifetime that he may not be lofty of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's putz or being filled by Arminius. Visions of a felicitous time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail.

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

She was laying on a sea of white and blackness mainsheet and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a peter that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on worldly concern, and he 'd know that. They were in their own trivial dimension and the man shrouded in fantasm could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hand fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visual sensation, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired fille was an old memory, a repress memory. Good memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad unity as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mr. O lost organized religion in human race. Or hope. Or even salvation.

The visual sensation of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to take her from behind was a whole different history. She was small, fragile, a delicate flower. But as the fiend revealed one of his many forms, with his ugly member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the peter resembled a mesomorphic forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a loom clenched fist for the mind attached with articulatio radiocarpea like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a shaft invade her, was the welcoming flavor on her grimace.

The look on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a flavor of felicity. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a feeling of pure seventh heaven. She was adorned like a king, only with the unchained shackle of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

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

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

Mr. O maintained his fight stance while font to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few tear streaked down his boldness, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the threshold of utter rage.

'' And you 're about to let it hap again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's soul 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a voice of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't charge you after what you just saw her do. blaze, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the inadequate 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

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

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to preserve himself, his furor could explode at any moment wanting to plunge his blade into the female child. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I retrieve how to care for hoi polloi ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a longsighted time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the newsbreak of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his idea.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to cry while Sir Thomas More wink of her expression continued, `` My pity for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in wide motion. There was no sound recording, just her face in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master key to love her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to deal, the girl was gone from his muckle. She was n't gone from his mind, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an all-knowing teller. She listened to his claptrap and Royal Air Force and was surprised when he let the image into his headland. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his innovation.

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

Chapter 11 - passion ! Rage ! rage !

The synodic month began to set, the glow of the summoning rune diminished without the moon 's Christ Within. But the night was eternal in this new unusual office. The maven twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slacken down. Many of the lech exhausted for their night of ass. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to break up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was sentence to root for the nighttime until the succeeding moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Arminius sneak her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs spreadhead for his tush to slew into her used cunt.

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

The satyr 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 ritual would n't all be done in one night, or at least she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

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

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Hermann came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slide his cock into her whenever he was ready and cuddling up to him. As 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 blasphemous course, it also seemed Daisy had become his darling of the slaves next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's unseasoned pussy felt amazing for Armin as he slid his fellow member through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat good with his binding against the statue while having Madelyn lean her rear against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her body and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to get across her with his prat. 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 process inside the girls, his cock still twitched to the flavor of being inside Madelyn with his tail end squirming inside Daisy.

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

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

What may seem like a calm end to a nighttime of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mr. O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't specialise that it was his own mind feeding into him with his images. Then his mind shifted to older remembering. As he approached the church with a haste in his walkway, he saw his old fellow. His former armed forces associate that had perished before his eyes old age before his association with the CIA.

When each brass of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of rage filled his somebody. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyr walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to swear out himself wine. As the satyr took a drink and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful anger, Mr O smothered the letch 's rima oris with his hired man and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a forgetful blade no doubtfulness, but in fold stern it served a use. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The forest god slumped to the ground with his oculus widely open in shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last-place flock to be the face of the man who defeated him. The letch 's eye filled with sadness knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' Rest in weewee, asshole, '' whispered Mr. O to the defeated satyr.

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

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the lecher and the slave girls were, and there he saw the secret ghostly woman standing by the Lord's table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the vertical bronze phallus with a incredulous expression and shook her capitulum before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the satyr had girls wrapped in their blazon and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's point causing a snap sound. The corruption filling Mr. O 's soul was causing his craze a bit of increased lastingness. The lecher screamed in painful sensation and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head word and yelled out to the grouping. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't get laid what was going to materialise yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these puppet ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business concern. Madelyn did n't wake up from the disturbance. She really was incredibly fall apart out.

Hermann was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's resolve of war, his member retracted from both girls immediately as he woke up startled. Just the Sami all the former lech and maid woke up with a start facial expression on their faces.

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

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

The first gear satyr lunged towards Mr O, yet his fad caused him to answer with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knock him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in quite a little. It was well-defined not all the satyrs were fighters, even with extra strength and ability, most could n't equalise with Mister O 's fury and experience.

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

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a good berserk fad. When his binding was turned, those that were fighters among the lecher used the opportunity to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each stroke had caused him to fall forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more wakeful. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's scrap with the lech as both young lady were staring wide eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to bust 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 contribute her permit. Then, she turned her attention back to Daisy and shook it. `` No, no, I need to go with him, '' she said. `` I need to be up with them. ''

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

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

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

His chances of survival was minimum, but he did n't give care. This was n't a delivery deputation. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the reason for his creation.

The dark haired fair sex stood there and watched. She did n't look pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a whole step down off the political program and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's os frontale with one finger and a blinding Edward D. White Inner Light shone through the construction and the two girls were gone. She did n't look to worry about the early female.

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

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the passion in his blackening soulfulness when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr O 's saving grace as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him guidance he took a deep breathing time and made his way out.

The moonshine had set in this never-ending Night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the whirlybird crash sight therefore there were no strike squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his rip pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his consistence began to hobble. His spine was covered with stinger. Even his shoulder bled out, well-nigh of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his cult waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his oceanic abyss intimation. Then he saw her blonde hair's-breadth, her brilliant blond hair as if it glowed in the Night. Mister O reached out to her trying to come near, but his sight was fading. He was losing too a great deal blood too fast and he knew his torso was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his sight was turning black, Mr. O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his articulatio genus.

The shadow haired cleaning woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his auditory modality and vision began to go. She just shook her drumhead and sighed. She did n't have it away if he was going to relieve oneself it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The young woman would have got to work out it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the letch would administer.

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

Madelyn would take some clip to catch up to what was happening. When the flashing of light happened, she screamed and felt her organic structure shifting in odd ways. She wanted to puke when she and Daisy were stalls again, in the vacancy. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

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

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

A few transactions later, Daisy saw Mister O and saw that he was in bad anatomy. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to catch him as he fell as Daisy frowned. What was she supposed to do ? They did n't seem to be anywhere she could get him avail 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 Mr O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's innocence had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her tears was vivid and mournful. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mr O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how heavily she was crying by this point. A brightness level consumed her, like the one from before, but this clock time it stared piano and small and flared up into the Lapp bright flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the shag you come from ? Hell, where the nookie you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter clank. `` You look like tinker's dam, do n't impress, '' said Doc as he began treating Mr O not really paying attending to the girls.

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

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely capable to stay awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overmaster emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her weapon system around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and savour their cum all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girlfriend and their womb were still flooded with it.

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

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a pedigree blood transfusion. What 's your blood types ? '' Doc asked with a feel of fear. He 'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the sentence.

When Doc asked what pedigree character they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between asshole. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young spirit. When they heard the rap team over the radio set, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't know the thing that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different space ... like, the unanimous church went to a dissimilar shoes. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her arms and tied a natural rubber strap around her bicep to cause the mineral vein to usher as well as with Mr. O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcoholic drink pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a charge plate tube-shaped structure which he stuck into her nervure. Blood began to course through the tube towards the former end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

When Doc said that her rake would work, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the needle. This was zip new to her. She 'd done this hundreds of fourth dimension, except she was putting things in and killing herself instead of taking things out and helping someone. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her tears had mostly stopped but her eyes were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his endeavour to blandish had failed despite the hurt the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both miss with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, delight allow me the honour of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their soundbox were covered.

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

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

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

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

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the subway system connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the Strike squad on foundation approaching from the townsfolk. It was then the auditory sensation of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to go under down a bit. She was still emotional, stressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a little humiliated, but she was getting to the point where she could officiate a bit better.

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

beau started to depend a bit interested, `` Well, them calvary folk better hasten up and not share with the politics, the sun gon na arise in about an hour and I ai n't in a flush for tan. ''

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

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

The first helicopter had landed, it was a different manikin from the one the Strike squad rode in. As the position doors opened, men and woman in faint tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on idle blasphemous berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked standardised to those used by European armed services.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the chopper. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At to the lowest degree not with a piece, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius elan sword. He had light brownness hide, black wavy hair with a bit a bit of Lady Jane Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

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

When the man came up and said he needed to verbalise to Mr O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to swallow 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 grateful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the cap back to Beau, then looked down in shame. `` It 's probably dirty ... '' she said quietly. Both young woman wrapped the blankets around them securely.

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

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

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

Madelyn was skeptical at commencement. She 'd been through so often since she was taken from her home. The finally hr had been spent in a sorting of salacious enchantment that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

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

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain behemoth on the side of the whirlybird and so a hero sandwich was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the fiend away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na receive to forgive me, doll. I seemed to stimulate lost my manner. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to cognise. Yah more of team Edward or Team Francois Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concern pure tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his soundbox were demonic. Old acquaintance, be measured, the satyros are only pawn, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this wholly mess was a apparatus from the beginning. There was a tidy sum made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellene as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellenic language as Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of grade there 's always another arsehole up the solid food chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

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

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

She listened and stayed placidity, like she usually tried to do. This selective information was starting to take a crap Sir Thomas More sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare off her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and someone was trying to necessitate care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with wide oculus. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a capstone and more health check equipment. They began replacing the rake blood transfusion tube with a blood gang. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the copestone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not sleep with, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entryway 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 coincidence that he was at the same position you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attending went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am no-account, but I do not know your gens. But the design was presuppose to be that you fork over her to the house of ill repute. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this spot. But, it appears the satyros'appetency for sex was too unassailable and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not hump where this all leads, but Rome will offer imagination to investigate. ''

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

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

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

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been function of a architectural plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some creature'whore, she was now a cat's-paw for some other force that she did n't even sleep together 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 chemical group started to sort, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was happy to not birth 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 eye and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his story with intent. She was felicitous for this. It was keeping her judgement off the nighttime 's event and from wondering what was going to chance next. She smiled a niggling when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People name me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those record book came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

'' well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of squad Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' Beau explained in the chopper as he saw Mr. O led into the early eggbeater with Doc vacation and the former members of the Strike Team.

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

While the agentive role led Daisy into his helicopter, boyfriend smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya condom now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't take care if I catch me some beauty sleep, '' said beau as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a indulgent smile and nodded to dude. `` I 'm going to do the Saame, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiet and put her arms around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the following few calendar week, the missy went down their own way of life. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of scraps that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to ascertain to live on with all the thing she 'd done. Then her centering shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some fourth dimension for her to slacken and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other business to give ear to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mister O and Beau a lot. There had been one nighttime where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her tactual sensation show about how confused and scare and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The the great unwashed who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her menage and normal life.

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

'' Mr O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks normal for both young woman. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the physician reported.

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

'' They both still have endure sperm cell in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then man spermatozoan can go up to five daytime max. But, it 's been calendar week, '' the doc answered.

Mister O sighed, `` Is innovation potential at this item. ``

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

Mister O then turned around and began walking away when the doctor stopped him. `` Mr. O, there 's one More affair. Your line, there 's a small trace of something. We do n't fuck what it is yet, but we want you to arrive back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art launching was taking place. esteemed guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different pieces of art. An blue-blooded woman is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such fantasise report, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised whole tone, `` Oh, I 'm no-count ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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