Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nursemaid at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her in force friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the exclusively 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. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her opinion straight and regain to get better.

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

It was late in the eventide when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug addiction rehab signboard posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, black polished chelsea iron heel and his neatly cut opprobrious hair's-breadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering impenetrable scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my public figure is Mister O,"the sharply spruced up man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breathing time. `` You do n't look too good. How about we speak in individual ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the edifice with her small bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the gist. She gasped and could n't help but follow. For some grounds she felt compelled to watch the conniption, feeling an irresistible itch to and near the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his knees and began to mewl, `` Please, Sir, do n't spite me. ! someone ... assistant ! Call the police ! ``

'' Okay, you wan na romp hardball ? ''. Mr O responded sounding in a frustrated tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a shooting iron, and pointed it at the man 's head, `` 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,"ejaculate on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last opportunity, where is your cultus ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final examination word of advice as he pulled the hammering back on his pistol.

Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very fire up situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his articulatio genus and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to shout out the police force. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to scream the constabulary on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her skillful to come along seemingly cool off in mode, she took a deep breath. After readying herself as best she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low spokesperson, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

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

He then turned towards her, while his pistol still pointed at the other man. `` Wait ... who are you ? Why did you say that idiomatic expression ? '' he asked. It was obvious that 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 basis 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 aid ? ``, he asked Daisy as they hadn't run far, `` Seeing Assuming as you 're familiar with ancient Illuminati code language, you 're here to help, redress ? ``

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

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to fall out triumphant. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati codification Logos. She seemed even more scattered for a here and now. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and nictitation. `` I ... I do n't sleep with. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means brightness Conquers All,"Mr O responded as he dragged the former man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old Day of my constitution, it was code to insert hush-hush catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday person spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the hoo-hah had attracted a crowd of citizenry to ascertain, Mr. O did n't seem to manage as he stuffed the man into the luggage compartment. `` Okay, I do n't get laid 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 dawdler flying over us and I'll take in up to you eventually. So delight save me that trouble, '' Mr. O explained.

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

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

Then the computing machine silver screen filled with various disk, police force record book, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead time of year premiere coming soon. I see no platter of association to any private company, camarilla, or shadow organization. Have a good 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 be intimate everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the 1 from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a gentle giggle when it seemed charge up about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the sieve submerged back into the dashboard.

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

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was goose egg out of the average. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA rule.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, aspect, you probably have no thought what the fuck is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the proboscis and opened the room access. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder joint. `` The front door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open 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 vertebral column of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her assistance and she nodded but looked confused. `` O.K., but ... how ? '' she asked, sighing, feeling like she really had no way of helping.

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

'' Her epithet is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the kinsfolk portraits that hung up on the paries. Among those in the portrait, there was teenaged girlfriend with bleached blue haircloth, a actual cute smile and a girl next door type of peach.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrait as Mister O explained the situation in Thomas More detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the young lady was okay, then had a sentiment and looked around the menage. `` 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 Mister O as he continued to stock the man towards the basement doorway only to afford it and have him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to poke into his memories. But I wan na shew you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the aliveness room where many works of filch art hung on the bulwark.

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to assemble. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty leisurely to secernate 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 over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't cognize if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to soul ... Do you recognise if the runic letter have any draw to, like, specific supernatural rituals ? ``

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

He then walked over to the figurer in the living room which had a pad of paper already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the female parent, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an clause online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving household from employment during a hit and run car fortuity. ''

Mister O then opened his tab which seemed to short-circuit all password restricted computer program which he brought up an electronic mail from the girl 's forefather :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in trouble and I need your supporter. I 'm going to name you soon ! beloved you, my low angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in less than a hebdomad ago. Soon soul at this IP address began searching the mystifying web looking up diverse occult arts site. Not the cheesy Gothic architecture mode stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venezia. And then three days ago her booster reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police disc regarding the man, `` He 's a known pimp. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able-bodied to keep their tuition fee costs. 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 show. Nothing he was saying made the site any brighter or made her think the female child might be sanction or easy to find. She watched him with the lozenge, showing her all of the information he had found. The daughter 's mother was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known homo trafficker. The email from the father made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. affair were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hand through her blond hair.

'' This whole affair makes me honk, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her Father of the Church ... somehow. I do n't screw how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more than of a thought out garish than a enquiry to him.

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

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go work over the information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly tranquillize given the situation. She walked to the social movement door and stepped outside, pulling the inner circle of butt from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her cheek as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging sounds could be heard. The tumult was enough to cause the snug neighbour to top out out the windows.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost person

Minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult arts mathematical group. They usually have good financial backing operation, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Andrew Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to erase his retentivity,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up point to exchange the daughter for money with the cult. But, here 's the affair, based on the family portraits and the family pictures, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her footmark Father-God. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you recollect the founder is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the rage and the pimp, she nodded in reason and ran a paw through her tomentum. When he asked the interrogation, she frowned a lilliputian and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the signs point to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

'' I agree, something seems off about everything. I do n't like it at all, '' Mr O responded. He then switched on the car radiocommunication and the stationed playing was that of the newsworthiness. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two time Alfred Bernhard Nobel peace of mind swag recipient role, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just northward of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and effort to better human race has made him the ideal alternative for this new colony, '' the tuner reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the programme. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll pretend to be mortal I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the chum host, I 'll order them the go phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to retrieve some bally result. But, stay close to me, '' Mr. O explained.

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

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

Daisy started thinking of room to fix herself look the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a Quaker of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to impart rehab. She lifted her workforce and ruffled up her fuzz some and few small spot in her composition 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 battle and had watery-eyed eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The feel of her being hard put 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 broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his dependency. It was his validation for intent in life.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look heavy in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their entrance into Little Albania, a residential district of Albanian immigrants looking for a advantageously sprightliness. But, within the community also lurked a secret religious sect of cultists using the community to obliterate their shadow work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no name, just a lodge with a red ‘ D'above the threshold, '' 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 urge or fix her whisker. It was a dead driveway to the contribution of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to wait out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and place, 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 auction block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building loading and unloading rider.

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

Mr. O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the same slur 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 run the part. `` I can be a pretty good actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really beware the rough handling. She knew it was parting of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him scuff her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to labor against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and bedevil sigh and secernate him to let her go.

Mister O did n't reply verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the counselling towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with abandon rooms with the elision of old bed used for service.

Inside to a greater extent homeless looking stragglers stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's post, all the renter whole doorway were open, inside the batch of girls appearing to be in their college year, well-nigh looking extraneous were being forced to serve one-time men.

One room in special had a little girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby fount. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three older gentlemen inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made discomfited noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty looking to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few consequence. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. share of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to convey in her new surroundings. She was looking in the suite at the misfortunate girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the daughter who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These short girl, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mr O approached what appeared to be the building billet, `` Wine, women, to which I act the featherbrained Capricorn the Goat, '' he said to the masses in the post. `` I work for Carl 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 party boss as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his solid food while he talked with a heavy dialect, `` Okay, up stairs. Third storey, room 314. We give you $ 500 spare if she is virgin like girl with dreary hairsbreadth. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking people tonight. She certain hoped that was n't true. `` 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 puzzle out. But someone knows something. ``

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

Mister O continued the spoof and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at 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 gasp back up.

Around his body were a pair of female leg, as he turned around he revealed a bare girl appearing to be in her 1920s laying on her back on a table. She began to sit just as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the Danton True Young young woman had the man 's come dripping from her self-conceited vaginal sass. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Thomas Young girl and could plainly see the ejaculate dripping from her.

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

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

Mr O did n't pause and drew his side arm, but the strange man lunged forward in one bounce 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 doorway shut by itself locking Daisy and the other miserable girl with the strange man.

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

'' Who I am is not authoritative, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walkway, with each step his kicking thumped on the wooden flooring, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I flora his germ into rich bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal early days. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessing Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable urge to plant his seed. '' As he explains his intention with one paw around her and the other touching her pot 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 girl and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his brass closer to hers, his teeth were like fangs, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a bit and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long stroke with his knife licked her from her neck then ups the English of her look, `` You smell and taste ... out of the question ! Your sort has n't been on this globe for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to discase her. Something about her scent and appreciation caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you think of ? I 'm just a someone ! 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 undersurface base, men were yelling throughout the hallway. When she heard gunshots, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thigh. Though the gunshot almost seemed endless, the crazed man with cornet did n't seem to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't respond to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

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

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

He zipped down his drawers as his vile phallus, a grotesque edition of a man 's peter emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like semblance with odd configuration like that of a series of mi and rivet piercing along the gibe. Her pants now halfway down her thighs along with her pantie and here he was pulling his cock out of his pant. This man did n't even look to note the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not take heed them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her second joint, though he did not get across her, he savored the tone of her pussy rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mr. 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 cost of her own self-respect.

Her eyes saw his vile stopcock as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so foreign and scarey looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her coxa and put her hired hand on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't defy and give your Jehovah materialisation, I 'll have a high-pitched fortune of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a subdued vocalism. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her script move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of path, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smiling was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his lingua escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked knife like that of a snake in the grass. His eyes also began to pitch as though they were like a Snake as it slithered on her endanger tegument. But then he grabbed her carpus and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to spawn the fertile trunk ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his unknown stopcock against her, angling it upwards to emplacement it to penetrate her.

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

But just as he was so distrait, the door salvo open air when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mr O then charged into the way, he looked a bit roughed up with his clothes ruffled and shot the man while he was on the terra firma. The scene rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

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

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

Mister O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made certainly I was dead before enjoying some sexy time with my Friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the young young lady 's heart rate, the young lady that was flowing with the man 's germ. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the assholes in the business office, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few pellet from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the lavatory and cleaned the now-dry seed from the other young woman 's vagina and thigh and then got her to come alive up and helped her dress.

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

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the part. `` We have a containment gang en road. They 'll be treating the girlfriend, it 's potential they 're carrying nipper of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional music wo n't be capable to avail them. Let 's school principal back to Madelyn 's house until we have more details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a fiddling 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 miss and she nodded some. `` ripe, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to cite ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semitrailer surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would come up him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Union. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would think of the runes hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement rune. A means to attain her consistency capable of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two night. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to differentiate Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the prospect to do so.

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

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does appear like it 's always Virgo the Virgin, at to the lowest degree in the old narration and wives tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the input about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a small gag. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while heavy vans pulled in. From the helicopter, men and fair sex in tactical geared wheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the construction. From the van, many in dingy lawsuit arrived.

'' shamus O, we will take it from here, '' said a woman from one of the hand truck with disconsolate hair which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unscathed edifice is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up gang and containment, '' Mr. O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark suits with combat the boot. `` I was able to scream in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the mint. It was so foreign to her. The womanhood said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to correspond and she followed him back to the hand truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a long time ,'I do n't have a go at it 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 experience anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your mind, or second peck like visions, or do you actually see thing manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your sort'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't visualize it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

Daisy shook her head a few clip and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to retrieve of anything different she might have felt both in her living and just in the finale few days. When he mentioned it having to hold back, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's significant right now. ``

Chapter 4 - home Reunion

Hours earlier, in an unrevealed location, a small derelict township 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 service that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church building, while inside many of the hooded men await the Word of God of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the windowpane. He appeared in his mid-forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue Angel Falls arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the binding of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the driver derriere and another riding shotgun. She looked tired and upset. Her oculus were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in daylight. 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 empty-bellied fellowship home by some creeping and taken to a building entire of scumbags and poor people lady friend forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to undress naked and be examined multiple prison term. She 'd only been fed gross, cold nutrient and given water supply to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute wench and plaid blouse with knee-high air-sleeve and flat to match. Her hair was messed up and her make-up was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

'' Blessed Djall ! The vas has arrived ! 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. lots like the man in the brothel, they all had horns coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church building, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to intone.

Madelyn had heard the great unwashed talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would differentiate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's middle widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, raspy vocalization. A part boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my puritanic backer. You have no estimate how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so mix up as she was led inside the Christian church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that interpreter ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a wraith. Looking over in the direction of the vocalization, 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 people ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her heart and she did n't know what to think or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chair, the residuum of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her foreland when he told her to take a can.

'' I 've been sitting for 60 minutes in a halter 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 finis days.

Her father began to explain the post, `` I know you have many questions, peach, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were Whitney Moore Young Jr., but the truth is I 've been looking for you my unscathed life and I 've been alive a long time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her cooperator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How particular you were, and it was my outstanding joy to watch you produce. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to see the dead on target vessel for Djall, for he can cede eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teen. The many students I had taught in my college learning humanities year, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your 1st year of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you remember how I showed you my art ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing rune, I knew I had to take them nursing home and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't make signified to her. It sounded like he scan it out of a Lovecraft taradiddle or something. She was so at sea and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her head and fight the crying building up in her optic.

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

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

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

'' What do you stand for he can institute mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all crazy. I just want to go home. I want you to come house, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her trunk and took it in. Her Danton True Young build, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage style of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something different. She was more than than just the XIX yr old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be unvoiced for you to understand, but I need you to hear. I 've been alive for a long prison term, tenacious than nearly. You see, I have found a way to cheat end Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her weapons system over her bureau and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft narration. It was strange to hear him utter like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

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

'' They ca n't fetch back mum, it does n't figure out like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't puzzle out that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breath, `` Please recite me this is all some form of jape ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to appear agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her vim. And then her father raised his helping hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sentience of sincerity and a tush tone, `` You may not sympathise yet, but you will, soon it will get acquit '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a foreign foreign linguistic process.

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

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to forbid her escape, yet their bridge player reached out to her as if they wanted to find her eubstance with their hands. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the compact, then soon he shall occur to spirit ! ''

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo off their deal 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 little girl though as she was soon seize and basically dragged toward the front line of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her Father of the Church continued while the glowering rampart of the church service glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to stock from his forehead as similar grading on his nerve also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide centre and an open mouth when her male parent began to turn French horn and gleam. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was astonished. Her arms were being held and there were men all along her eubstance, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no prospicient fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present time, Mr. O was on his way back to Madelyn 's sign of the zodiac with Daisy when a red Inner Light began to claxon in the center console. Mr. O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the same LCD varan as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the filmdom was a light-haired woman that began to talk with a European dialect, '' Greetings, private detective O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional existence, those types do n't normally span over. The SOB worshiped Djall, is Djall that muscular ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nativity, this one in peculiar we believe was human born and then transformed to a lecher, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have rationality to consider Djall is the Saame immortal as Dionysus as worshipped by the antediluvian Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, natality, and religious rapture. ``

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

'' viewpoint by, we will let you lie with when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, retain me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the adult female and then at Mr O a few prison term and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the shout was over, she stayed subdued, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The team is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a bang-up help, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm sure you have question that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about antediluvian mystifying computer code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your inspection and repair today and we will be in touch if you should resolve to recover solvent to those motion. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to adopt you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr. O before he turned around and walked towards the front doorway without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her lips and shook her headspring.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure enough how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the little girl returned to safety and wanted to cognize what the lecher meant but she did n't be intimate what to do. `` arrivederci, '' she said and waved a minuscule bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the totally church as if she were there. She began to count around and see all the things going on. The inside information filtered in slowly, first was that of a lech completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her coxa to pleasure him. There were plenty of girlfriend there seeking to experience 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 father. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the batting cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their digit in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a thirstiness growing in the young young lady, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the Father-God was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor feel Daisy 's front, 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 scourge. But then, there was one sign that left a hint to their fix. A wooden Charles William Post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a sign that read, `` Two moonshine vinery. ``

The far away from the church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A blackamoor raven suddenly landed right on in movement of Daisy, and then another. Soon a mickle of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused Joseph Black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the center. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the bootleg smoke, a man in colored and mangled article of clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a fatal bag while wielding two crude looking steel. He approached Daisy with his caput down and echoes of indistinct whispering continued to knell as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her spike and shrank away from him before a duo of sprouted wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose phonation spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

The airless the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that conversant lenify voice had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't think her, he knew well enough to know that there were former force at work. If anything, Mr O has been in the athletic field long enough to have intercourse better than to can a spark advance, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' seminal fluid inside, '' he instructed as he opened the social movement threshold.

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

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on habitue clothing such as denim pants or loading with tee shirt along with contraband tactical paraphernalia. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like armed services or something.

However one man in item was uniquely dressed in decorator clothing. While the armed forces looking ones had scruff and byssus with short circuit hair, this other gentleman had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing dagger and a fighting blades.

'' wellspring, O, beaming yah can conjoin us, '' the man said with a Cajun speech pattern. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hired hand to greet her `` Well hullo, darlin', the name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed charismatic though his middle were a tint of red with pale pelt.

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

'' okey, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met swell, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cattleman lump cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One metre '' Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mr. O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dark topographic point, maybe a Christian church. But not a pattern one. It was crowded. There were citizenry dressed in dark wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each former, all together. Then I saw a blue haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a John Milton Cage Jr. in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a chick 's eye view of what I think was grape vine fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape field of honor ? '' Mister O thought. `` delay, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of richness, religious ecstasy, rite madness, and wine-colored making. A epicurean deity. It would make mother wit if they chose a place near the harvest of wine-coloured, like near grapevine domain, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a T-shirt with boots and tactical train. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of dandy continued to look on the map.

fashion plate being his rule self tried to make light of a good office, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the outgrowth in his heading to fancy out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her straits to look at him and then gasped a piffling as he revealed his fangs.

'' Okay, fop, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pouches of his undershirt, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyard. Do you think anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, darkness, and intimate, '' she said and ran a paw through her hair. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her sire with the others. ``

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

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

'' I 'll get together a cleaver, '' said Big Papi.

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

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each early for a second, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mr. O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of expiry and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes good sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her pilus. She did n't severalise them about the man who met her in the vacancy and whatever saved her from the matter that tried to wipe out her. That seemed in some way personal and like something that was here alone to commend and marvel about. She might ask about it at a later prison term, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black Corvus corax down feather

The drive in one of the truck was n't much significant. A lot of the team fellow member including Mister O spent nearly of the private road locking and loading their torpedo and calibrating their range.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons vineyard, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several Town that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll necessitate to help us describe which township looks comrade to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! commando ! '' Strike team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle head character.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` Strike Team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the Strike squad drawing card even though Mr O would manoeuver the investigations. Big Papi appeared to be the oldest among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the onetime shipboard soldier yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd get to help them estimate out which town was which. `` If the others do n't bet anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's abruptly there. Like a waste, '' she explained, then gave fellow a little smiling as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't mind it too much.

'' Do n't ya worry, cher, '' Beau said to Daisy as he dismounted the motortruck, `` I 'm not one to be forte ... at least not outside the sleeping room. ''

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

exterior of the truck in an open field, two eggbeater with spinning brand awaited them to panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc vacation, Beau, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` 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 dark bluing seemed as black as the night itself, overlooked and solid in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mr. O and Doc vacation sat on the border on opposite ends of the whirlybird with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earphone on to pass with each other over the tatty propeller interference as well as with the other whirlybird. After about an time of day into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen mo out. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon suffice and there were more significant things as the former chopper caught on fervency and started to go down.

'' O, we have a tincture ghost on control panel, '' Big Papi reported while gun fervour continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our fowl is going down ! '' Sure enough their eggbeater was descending to realize a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a quite a little of raven flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open up fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into black pot and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their whirlybird 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 chopper slashing away at the locomotive. Beau 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 helicopter began to spin out of control. Daisy was frantic when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't know what else to do.

Doc tried his unspoiled to choose mastery of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other manus saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` Hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the bedlam, he saw her fount and in that here and now time felt as it slowed down. The few fourth dimension he saw her smile like when she tried to look her piece for the brothel which caught his aid, perhaps a sentiency of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to take on it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her brace for the at hand crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her eyes pixilated and squeezed her weapon around Mister O. She was n't trusted what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to remember the following few moment. But the eggbeater had crashed into the vineyards, though not a point clangour but still spun around and skid across the vinery like a shoo-in geartrain that had been derailed at high speed.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first of all piddling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't blockade crying and asking head. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rite in straw man of her and it seemed to have some effect on the new girl. Her don had told the others that she had absorbed the intimate Energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more unemotional person. The previous night, after the two neophyte had been brought in, some of the adult female in the cult took her from her batting cage, stripped her of her clothes and handwriting bathed her. She did n't oppose it. She almost seemed to enjoy the particular attention.

The missy was either so traumatise that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to finish. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to reckon out what was going on in her own mental capacity. However, the view of her founder using her for such rituals still made her want to relegate into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in dissimilar situation along her full-bosomed torso. She did n't recognise them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the Cage and made to observe more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some force she did n't know and she 'd gone into a deep, gloomy sopor that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd regain herself tied up and some of her apparel in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may ingest been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their name, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't reckon she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comments about her consistency and some of the charwoman had said she could be another of the fad 's intimate forfeit.

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is requirement for the pedigree sacrifice to find out the Virgin ritual killing. ``

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

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

Armin did n't look too pleased. Perhaps not the variety of response he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will become into sorrowfulness when I bring my God into this pitiful world, '' Hermann 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 earth as the young moonlight shined over.

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

Just then, the bacchanal continued between the lech and maid, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure slaves for the ceremony. Hermann, Madelyn 's don appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the striver wanted to declare oneself themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quietly as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father usher in the beginning of the ceremony. A snow flurry of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the slave approached the cage but there was another flavor there too. An unvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the Cage, they did n't birth to hang back her. After a bit of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her men and serve her gradation down from the political platform that the John Cage was one. The young womanhood was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its primary outcome, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be component of the festivities. `` Bring the woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's resplendence, '' Arminius commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urge with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's heart widened as she saw Armin command for her to be involved in the rite. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a steadfastly adhesive friction of each arm as they forced her unto the communion table. She shook her psyche and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely strike against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to remain firm just a few metrical unit from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a jot of remorse hidden in that smile.

One cleaning lady in particular proposition sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his facial expression in the centering of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to look on your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the forest god penetrated her from fanny. The site was definitely an cumbersome one for Mr O. It seemed once the satyr got engaged in sexual activities, much of their tending become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the proportion of male to female was open more with the males. To every two or three Male, they had to part a female among the group. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. a lot of the satyrs'nails were like razor crisp claw 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 piercing those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her sister fat by now. Her soundbox had a little More due date to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the untried lady friend.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the womanhood started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to delight this, assisting them in whatever undertaking they were trying to action or whatever space they needed to put the supplement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with visualize jewelry as if to prep her some more. watchband, anklets, and finally a livery to finalize her array for the ceremony while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While most of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female better half like savage animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the fair sex he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a slipway to develop like the others. He had grown his horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her founder.

The other lecher'lower body were furred, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained man shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped cocks. In Renaissance art, letch were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyr, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely influence pecker as he did. It was red and the dig knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head serving was much to a greater extent of the common mushroom cloud shape. The former, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a gymnastic horse, but not as enormous. Neither constituent was tight fitting per se, but the shaft appeared to let out more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the adult female servicing Arminius stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` Give your pop a candy kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a foreign trance while his tool penetrated the early girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would translate, and it was even more patent they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her male parent and told to give him a candy kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a here and now but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to contact him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball descent closed. She went to go back down on her flat ft, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his backtalk and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrapper around his cervix.

As Madelyn was brought over to her forefather, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arms. She did n't fighting or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their consistence nearly touching hers. She could see their cocks and how similar they looked to the man at the sporting house. As Daisy watched this, a easygoing little moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet perfect in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped turncock began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a point in time of stimulation. The other with the cavalry like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to hand 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 piddling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm to a greater extent and come together her centre as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her dead body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving oral examination sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the binding let out his forked lingua as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a forked tongue licked her from the freighter of her Chin then up her brim trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her heading back a bit more, almost seeming to relish the feeling, even as the other started to solve her.

There was something about Daisy in finical that seemed to hold on these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could lose their controller any bit. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a dwarf man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you hope this or, do you wish to balk ? evidence me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate osculation from his daughter, at beginning Armin 's osculation was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the flowering untested noblewoman he raised since her childhood. But the to a greater extent their kiss continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to translate while inside the hard worker, his knife also transformed into the forked tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was loose to tell. Madelyn did n't kibosh the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the candy kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the dear osculator but she definitely put the exploit and luxuria into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned strong-growing as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her sass. Pleasurable groan became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his glossa from her mouthpiece.

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

He pulled her down onto her stifle as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each international nautical mile that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the relief, though it retained the mushroom cloud shape, the head portion seemed to continually run and pinch like a flexing musculus. `` make clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The youth young lady was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big Green River middle, licking the midst saliva off her lips. He told her to make clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her wavering returned but she made herself lean down and lick some of his ejaculate off the rooster and then much like with the kiss, once she had the initiative discernment, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to take in no job with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could observe. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's shaft seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to retain to seep out more of his seed. Watching his piffling girl use her clapper to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her boldness below him servicing his dark desires.

The corruption was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to regard the others as the energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar voice spoke in Daisy 's creative thinker again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you want to sample it ? '' He asked.

The password seemed to subside into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to taste the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

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

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

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

Chapter 8 - No turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her mouthpiece, it was shed light on his prick reacted to every single touch. The other two letch may have backed off to let Daisy come on Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juice had the terminal constituent to dedicate each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp puss. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and descent in a rhythm with his whacking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the labor at hand ... and backtalk.

Her head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few clip and causing her own spittle to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slack her down. She seemed athirst and driven to do this. Letting her own manus dip, she took one of Madelyn 's handwriting and put it on the portion of the cock her mouth could n't hit, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the gymnastic horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to eff not to pervade 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 drive. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lech put his peter against her kitty and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her read/write head back against his chest, seeming to revel in the words and the feeling of his comb-out. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her manus and then she began to stroke the lower office of the cock enthusiastically, a little grin coming to her face.

The striver that had serviced Armin began to join in as well. One rode on top of the forest god under Daisy while the other cleaned under to breastfeed on the tip of the cock rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two pets.

The letch enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful feel on his look, a obstinate tone of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her stifle having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his putz while she stroked the beam of light while rubbing it side of meat to side against Madelyn 's Virgo slit.

Madelyn was very a great deal enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female person rub the beam of light against her pure twat backtalk, which were basically dripping with her succus by now. She stroked her Father-God 's cock and moaned as the prick was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously experienced, suck her sire 's cock.

As more letch approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal line, kissing and licking her human foot. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her philia, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The early satyrs 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 position while a slave and lech continued to make unholy bed above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't respond to him. It was then another two forest god took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

'' trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my watercraft. But here you are, and now your lover kneeling before me servicing my joy. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the shaft of his beaded hammer and slue their lip towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` appearance your lover where your commitment lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too firm inside her and she began to unite Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to caress his large ballock as her rima oris pleased his beam of light and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his hammer, both trying to get as a good deal as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lover. They had met the night before, but developed a working family relationship. If anything, there definitely was a thin signified of warmness towards her. But zilch that would fall in his eye over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to give voice program as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole spot was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a Virgo the Virgin corruption, but the bestow sense of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not hurting and perfidy. person else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too a great deal view into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his ship's company and there was not a lot else she could say. She felt painful for him having to watch this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit mortifying, but only a minor office of her could care powerful now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lap her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a fiesta. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to irrupt inside the slave riding him. The former slave took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a outpouring of blue vulgarism.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her consistence up and down letting her intimate thigh and puss feel his horse like cock pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her sassing minimized the hole on her peg.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr get-up-and-go her tight legs together and sort of nooky her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft skin of her second joint and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking to the highest degree of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his hammer, he eventually pushed his putz towards Madelyn 's backtalk wanting her to conduct him her back talk. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other letch 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's school principal underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her Father-God into her back talk, closing her backtalk around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head trend from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the mastery and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's leg, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Hermann began pushing forward at his hips each clip Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her backtalk with each poking. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue holy person. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his putz continued to flex like a heftiness. It was as though it was bore to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were extensive. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too mindful of her environment and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, encompassing, green eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Father and over at Daisy. The turncock in her mouth was going recondite than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much LE than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to transude out. Though it was thick and wretched, much salty than a human. Even the people of colour resembled a yellow or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no uncertainty filthy and hardly represented new sprightliness as a even man 's would. Instead it represented depravity, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Arminius pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her side on his rough skinned testis.

Being a forest god himself and from his last translation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's miserable body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry legs, the rive substructure. His balls had benighted skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body olfactory perception. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with swither. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his lump continued to asphyxiate the lower parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's physical structure wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lap them both. Yet another lecher approached Madelyn and licked her from arse in her flyspeck little hole that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many bridge player 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 musket ball. When Madelyn was goodness and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky odour and taste of having Armin 's balls smothering her face.

On his back, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lap up Daisy 's unfermented pink flower. His clapper stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were chummy. With each lick, his drool coated her fissure. Watching Madelyn 's snatch as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her drop sealed with a wall of her soon blow over naturalness hovering over his look made him insatiable as he gave her one hanker stroke of his spit along her femininity. Meanwhile the other forest god did n't mind licking her tail end kettle of fish, tasting her sensitive part of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their kitty together with his tenacious tongue and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other forest god rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial seismic disturbance, she certainly did n't seem to beware. She just kept working on her begetter 's cock, swallowing all his yellowish precum and gagging on the fountainhead as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the post. With hand movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious member. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their physical structure and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious job to tempt the two to a greater extent into their carnal putrefaction.

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

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked storm and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the dictation. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to crap out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each former and kissing in a heated mania, letting their tongues dance in each other 's mouths.

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

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

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Arminius. He then appeared to flux with Hermann, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the comrade vocalisation now spoke through Armin, `` Do you require this around your neck, be mine for timelessness ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. contract my phallus in your oral cavity one concluding prison term before I take your body. I shall exact you as mine. ``

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

He was in her judgment again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your pain to end ? Did you not bask this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can feel you. It is the inter-group communication between this macrocosm and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my taking into custody, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

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

This loneliness had always been introduce in her life, she always felt the motive to belong to someone or something. It 's why dependance found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the humanity she knew.

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

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

'' Stephen Samuel Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her head. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metallic element as the silver catch was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His trunk still the same as it had been as a forest god, but there was a alone get-up-and-go about him. The man with the comrade vox could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar snap around her neck and a new waving washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her stomach and the rebuff belief of betrayal on her own part.

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

She felt him lift her up and it was a peachy flavor. Madelyn saw him mobilise her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and knee toward him. `` Yes, pop ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Arminius held his eager shaft in position to Daisy 's flock, the voice spoke in her head `` Let me palpate you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - power point of No recurrence

The head of his prick pressing against her cunt rim made Daisy take it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no clock time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her pelvic girdle down, the big, thick-skulled, knotted hammer slid easily into her with only minimal stretch and force required.

outset the twitching head word that burrowed between her lips. Then each knot that seemed to beat with each entry. A tatty, inscrutable moan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and slither cryptical inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a tycoon as Daisy took him inside her. All the meantime he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own pegleg. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his dirty scrotum. They were no doubtfulness covered in cushy fur to take in up for the rough skin, but he wanted his little girl to be part of his rape of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her center and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't a good deal force play required, but she liked it. She took in the look of his musk, the sudor that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough skin. She had to overtake her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a gibbousness had formed on her low-toned belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The bod of his putz was unequalled, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed spicy than that of a formula human.

Daisy cried out in pleasance when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the protrusion and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her cunt. She thought she was going to get to do all the work, which was ok, but there was a seeable fervour on her facial expression when he began to rip her fit body up and mosh it back down. The shape of his cock made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her torso so she did n't come over with the force of him fucking her. The dominance, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the leash the low time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in XTC as her consistence 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 slaves. Armin was no longer a man, but a fauna, a mythical animate being of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's face the Thomas More he continued to pump his hip joint like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his soundbox. He gave a full difficult push and roared like fauna. He was beginning to transform again, the bump from each nautical mile on her belly twitched as well. His muscularity began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

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

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her legs blanket around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That driving force was hard and roughshod. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs tight around him and leaned her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

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

He answers her pleas. Armin began to look more than fauna like rather than homo with his rapid knife thrust. He laid her down on her binding and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to pair.

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

Armin sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bragging that he could seize her shank with one hand and face lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his cock inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bump.

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

Armin 's body place was also very animal like, or yet More inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that particular attitude between their partner 's branch as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the basis causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this emplacement that the bulges had an force while rubbing against Madelyn 's Virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to perk up both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her vertebral column and taking Armin like a lady of pleasure. Her rose hip were raised, her legs were bed cover and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal blissfulness and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his peg although already furry like the other lech, his began to boost evolve. Unlike the human like shaped ramification, Hermann 's began to morph as his musculus spasmed against Daisy 's ramification. His legs continued to change its shape into a goat like form giving him Sir Thomas More tractableness to squeeze relentlessly in his hunker down billet.

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

'' Oh, pa, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to give birth that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lustfulness and basically begging. `` dad, fill our pretty pet with your source and let her watch you take me as your vas. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to occupy Daisy with his come 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 contrary look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and brownness beard began to raise under his jaw. His center had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some variety, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the view continued, Madelyn grinned when her mendicancy seemed to station him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's hide, letting all of them moil against her Virgo the Virgin cunt and feeling her succus making Daisy 's skin below her glitter, combining with the exertion. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hired hand came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample breasts and hug and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her thorax into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish well. Armin shoved his rooster into her with one final stage final pushing, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his cock went into convulsions spewing his foul seed inside her. Even through the protuberance, his putz twitched and squirmed as he continue to oversupply her from inside.

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

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

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much pelt. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead set hump throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head teacher with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this natural event and grinned widely and stopped grinding her pelvic girdle and moved her hand down to roughly rub down the moving, pulsing lightbulb as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - artlessness Lost

Hermann continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind stage. He continued to smile in pleasure with to a greater extent than mere expiation, instead it was a smell of conquest. His fag end continued to slither around Madelyn 's soundbox as if he were learning to control his new tree branch.

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

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

Mr O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled ferocity all over his face. `` Me an angel ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest thing to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a anchor ring at one percentage point, now he has horns even fully grown than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

'' Still brave, but not for too practically recollective, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one mile at a metre from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a effusion of his filthy seeded player cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming heap.

Daisy moaned as each of his naut mi popped out of her, leaving a blowup of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious back talk. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey cakehole, and it was zippo compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his caprine animal like legs, his humanity sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's consistence. His new form revealed to all to who watched. Using his behind as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck opening and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her launching was about to get down. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his bureau outwards. Hermann led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her plenty way to tip back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each hand keeping them paste open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the hand once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremonial as she lay there in her final examination import of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the entirely way with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a hope 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, sensationalistic source and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become mediocre plot to the residuum of the others. They did not waver to include her in their carnal orgy as one lech placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His stopcock, which was also oddly shaped with stiff muscular tissue and and grueling thick veins spiraling around the peter slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her shank to prepare her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic rarity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to issue forth down from the immense high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the period where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere bit before his cock was shoved oceanic abyss inside her ill-used cunt, glutinous and wily with the seminal fluid of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to move 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 mitt went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't indisputable how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could come up path to have her in more satisfying fashion at the Saami time.

Mr. O knew the forest god had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his kick. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crew continued to swarm faithful to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to get by and luxate away undetected from their beguilement.

The lecher using Daisy to reverberate on his lap continued to use her eubstance as if she were zero 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 oral examination pleasure from her began to transform. nearly commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the other satyrs took observation and wanted her body to translate as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female cooperator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to observe them occupied only to lead them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd drive someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a electric chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a round of men, taking as many rooster in her lip as she could, as flying as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her taste of it, came all over her brass and consistency. She was rudely a whore decently now.

Having the hind ramification made the satyrs more than agile and flexible to have her in different positioning. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to brass as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulders and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a horse 's cock against her short headliner in between her butt impudence.

'' 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 rooster into her mingy ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her arse subject and stretching over the head of his yearning pecker. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the tool of his peter continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At firstly, Madelyn was looking around and meeting centre with everyone who happened to reckon at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting semen and shoving their strange hammer inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her father and she gave him that Same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her leg exposed to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his overweight glossa right wing on her bantam star below her virgin pussy. Then with a farseeing heavy apoplexy, his lingua rode up her on the plication tasting her mound and continued upwards riding up her trunk. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a laborious slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his clapper continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her lip.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her lip and then as he withdrew his spit from her mouth, a foresighted stock of his slimed spit from his mouth to hers splattered on her consistency. The blue haired miss moaned as his tongue explored her eubstance and smirked as the saliva string fell against her picket skin. His tooshie rose up, now with more control condition it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque member which had violated so many of the female slave, his sinful rod of carnal enticement that caused Daisy to betray her new found champion to service him for his joy now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eager, the principal wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's love. He pressed his dirty phallus against his dark angel 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her backtalk. His hands around her shank. He towered over her, truly a menacing animate being in sizing compared adjacent to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as rude. He began pulling her consistence towards him, his fundament slightly tightening up with the chroma. The head continued to push its way into her ivory tearing through her virtue, the virginal membrane.

The miss clenched her clenched fist and moaned with the buns wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscle tended as his vauntingly cock pushed against her tight, young kitty. He was having to push it in, even with how hit it up her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a plea or a ailment. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued study it in forcefully, his lip began to dribble with More boloney as his animalistic nature of a savage needing to engender had returned. Then finally, the question of his phallus broke through her seal of approval of honor. Innocence forever lost to a ugly spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, Thomas More vivid wave of lecherousness crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his bawd now. In this moment, she wanted this Night to final forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every potential office in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to crowd forward again ramming a grayback inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in harder than before. He was not making love to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His gamey angel no more, instead his new filthy cocotte.

A few pearl of roue escaped her snatch but not much Sir Thomas More than that. Her pussy was tight and offspring 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 need him to make honey to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to fuck her like the brute they were, like the queen mole rat whore she was.

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

As it did, Mr. O dropped to the background and writhed in pain. He was a blood sacrifice, the ceremony had taken core on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more pain in the ass he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contaminant of pureness with grime, the dirty union of beastly creature and maid. Arminius had forced himself inside her, his vulgar fellow member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent organic structure.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly forge shaft on her trunk. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was unlike. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although surd and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner bulwark as her eubstance swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hip joint back hoping to pluck out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistency pulled with him. Her knoll had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the clan of the loup-garou packs, but this was a kickoff for a satyr. Inside her, his shaft continued to twist even more on its own each metre he attempted to pull out, but still found himself cleave inside her. It was a unspoiled opinion no dubiety. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to root for back and instead forced her organic structure the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward position and opened her heart to look down in mental confusion. The tightness now really drop in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good trouble to have in her creative thinker. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad look. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her wet wall squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubt. Though vile and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal urge consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to tear one grayback out. He continued his hip movements stretching her sassing as he finally popped one of his slub out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly sore, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to take over his steps, she cried out in bliss as her soundbox shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the preceding few minute of arc, brusque picayune bursts of intense joy that made the bother like naught she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon sense, a rattling flood tide, but they were close.

The more he fought against her concentration, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heating system. Soon he was popping two knots at a metre and slamming them back into her tiny organic structure. The close battle was no doubt giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lustful pleasure as his lingua hung out of his mouth like an beast while his drool flew with each lilt.

There were those watching and hoping to throw Madelyn succeeding. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more than the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other fille licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their bare consistence against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of naughty matter in here life with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its oeuvre on Daisy too. She was well-chosen to take cock after cock in every cakehole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely squelch onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female to follow and kiss her ; lick her, appreciation her, parcel the shaft with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted nada more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his fellow member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off interior Daisy. Another had filled a striver, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to perpetrate his member out and let his vulgarism trickle out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other fille over to her and pulled his shaft out to discharge the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's twat, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to scavenge up what she could n't. All was was happening about the meter one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the female child, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her Nice, plump was cheeks exposed for one of them who was basically waiting in line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her puss that was now completely ruined with yellow, dry cum and bracing seed being constantly supplied to its athirst astuteness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would espouse the Sami track that her mouth and pussy had. Not to note the dried come that was all over her, in her tomentum, dripping from her rim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to reverse more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third satyr, began trying to pull his own shaft in her engross pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed tidal bore to wait on him in filling Daisy with to a greater extent foulness. She stroked the man, milking his prick. They truly were fauna, each filling her up trying to flush out the old load with their own.

Her meter to think was short, though. She was riding a decent, big cock and had another man mounting her from fundament and fucking her pixilated little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the former. `` shag, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help oneself. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good male child, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to facilitate, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her aliveness and she knew the way they could constitute you sense. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could care a few of these thought process. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lustfulness was just another variant of drug.

Mr. O had reached a compass point that he could n't cover further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero sandwich coming to make unnecessary the day. He definitely was nothing in comparing to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vindictive warrior with a non-white count.

Even his past aliveness of Romance language was anything but romance. Instead it was tacky one night stands, well-off little girl in foreign lands during naval port visit, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't sense hurt. Not the least bit get around hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him starve war, he wanted to absorb his blade deep inside each and every forest god he saw and exact Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoiling as the victor. The corruption began to fan out, he looked down at his work force and saw his venous blood vessel turn black.

There was perpetual audio of popping as Arminius 's mi forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the caput portion ever safety valve. Though the point was much thicker than all the knots, there were multiplication from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her body as the head was caught in her minginess.

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

Then there was the buttocks, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the fanny slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's acute input, the tip of the buttocks would almost spatter out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tail spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the feeling was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour tone. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some succus on her brim, she licked it off and opened her oral cavity in pillow slip that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her dead body, as her ivory dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her flyspeck star in the binding. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to tug inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass muddle, starting to crowd in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two role of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her nous back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your peeress blue, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The Christian Bible 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 growling. `` My blue sporting lady, '' he said as his ferocity increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her shank and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to wound her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your down cyprian ... fancy woman for all of our following, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal of agency. His cock would let felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the sweep over go and lecherousness that had consumed her body and person by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the full affair on earth as he continued to use her like a firearm of gist. A piece of offspring, pretty, lovely kernel that was there for the sole determination of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, icteric seeded player into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of fertility, religious Adam, rite lyssa, these fauna worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic rottenness began to wriggle even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each poke caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once sinless consistence more than and more. The tail had sunken so mysterious that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his behind was still new and the skin has n't built the Saami strength like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his posterior retracted her trunk shuddered, a small quantity of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale skin.

While the tip of the tail end made its way towards her oral fissure, it continued to spit Thomas More of his dour goo all over her body until reaching her back talk pressing forward wanting her to blow. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

Daisy heard that the beginning part of the ceremony was about to be complete and it barely registered as she had just gotten two load of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her vertebral column as she had reached back to stroke a Nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't do by it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the satyrs demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to prepare her physical structure for Djall 's arriver. She was brought to the nominal head 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 hitter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her adjacent job became take in, she happily obliged. They had forced her boldness under Arminius, demanding her to sop up on his balls to stimulate the great source while his precum continued to drop most likely to forget a sloppy deal on Daisy 's boldness. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough dismission and licked along some of the crease as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the severance of her virginity, maiden it was drops of line that fell. Then as Armin continued to tire his crude Phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her Virgo pedigree has it began to transfer.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even potential for the participants of this sacrilege to not even make out the full extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by minuscule began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a brilliant bank deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgin is made into a whore for their immortal. Another hard worker laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned orchis. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and attain out for a few moments, exchanging their treat with each early, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip motility, the very like that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave next to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal state of matter. Every component of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a overemotional peck as their desegregate fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were mute, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her pegleg fan out wide as to not impoverish the others of her body. Her ample second joint were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the early slave underneath. Their lower organic structure still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its convention, pink, pretty pussy perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to pack what they wanted from her. If they wanted to ditch their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her trap, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the harlot she was in this moment.

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

Arminius was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow to a greater extent punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the unspoilt way. From watching so much animal joy 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 come, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing puff. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another severely and forceful break into her once consecrated gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the details of his cock through her hide on the gibbosity on her pot, `` This, '' he said as spittle continued to slobber out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... source ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more medium. It was happening, there was no denying it. His turncock began to twist and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last-place and terminal plunge into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the chief began to spasm violently. He howled in fleshly bliss. He pulled her torso into him with his tail wrapping around her body while pushing forward with his pelvic girdle. His arm reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's grimace to smother his balls, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each international nautical mile pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the head word itself more violent than the greyback. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his organic structure, Madi 's header fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, silent scream of pure carnal pleasance. It felt like nothing else. She could finger every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, Whitney Young womb as she was unable to move or do much else besides just shoot it.

With each lode deposited, a blowup of his acid ointment gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

Then as his orgasm began to retard down calmness, he pulled his vile extremity out. As like the others and now with his little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the headway liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her optic. Her phonation was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heave. She finally managed to look up about the meter he started to take out out. With each pop of his hammer exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each metre. When the school principal finally came out, a outpouring of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was cook.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too a great deal could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk facial expression on her boldness. `` A fairy should n't ware her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's putz to help clean him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an out-and-out mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the respite of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was fallible. The lust had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had myriad sexual climax and the nature of all this sex drained her to a greater extent 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 correspondence. `` My dada 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never end dark

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even mark. But this strange notion he had inside him, the putrescence was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and join in. Another incline of him felt pure hatred for the lecher. Not because he was green-eyed or anything, but it felt as though his pridefulness was challenged. This fundamental putrescence was driving him mad. He did n't care about the botheration anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church service. But, where the fucking was the Town ? There was no townsfolk. Just an endless grape field. There was no whirlybird crash sight within the distance, even as the synodic month shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a divinity summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent well-nigh of his extended human being sprightliness as an artist, but the mint of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his seed was a wad to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's promontory with his beastly script and pushed her human face towards the statue 's now erect stopcock, `` You, continue here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your natural language. ''

He turned and took every female person slave one by one ordering each of them to look for him by his chair. And commanded his brethren to await at the rear 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 cock had once been soft and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouthpiece, turning her top dog to catch what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's legs 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 gear on her but she was almost well-chosen to be able to motivate around a bit.

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

Her chest of drawers filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to click, Armin simply dropped his girl into the crowd of sex hungry animal. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the cavalry shaped pecker was the first to feel his new fairy from inside. All others were in a hurry to force their cocks against her back talk as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a putz was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't take to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine cunt and her warm sass.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd get down to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their throat, they would n't be satisfied until they deposited it in her womb and mixed it with their drawing card 's Jehovah, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the member was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be to a greater extent focused on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't induce escaped his card that Mr O had vanished, but he did n't look to deal. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of form. Perhaps the number 1 time in centuries, or even since antediluvian daytime that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange oral communication while the lech 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 partner straddled her over his lap with his caprine animal legs in a crouch position, this new intruder from keister had been able to invade her tush. 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 whore world-beater she was.

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

Still her body never touching the reason, her hand and foundation were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their member. Those that stood upright grabbed her headway, passing her lips from one dick to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the phallus, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to develop on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a cavalry turncock. But the most interesting detail, a empurpled liquid state seeped from the tip, a majestic mellifluous smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the peter and then decided to look over at Armin as he went to his throne, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the whirl and some objet d'art hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the putz turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the purple fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

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

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

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

'' wine-coloured ? '' Armin said looking delight. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the ancient Hellene worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest time were among his blessings. Hermann seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the vino. It was mellifluous, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's seizure, he 's already deposited his seed in three unlike wombs including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip ribbing at her mound as the sound of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Hermann then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to localise her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The rear penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy rest on the gibe. Taking restraint of her hips once again, Armin moved her pelvic arch to rub her twat all over the statue 's erected phallus.

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

Hermann began to respire heavily with each sway of Daisy 's pelvic girdle as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each stroke of her cunt, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her pelvic arch on the stopcock.

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

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

Outside Mister O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the Moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An sempiternal Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see photoflash. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow apparent motion through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his knees and rubbed his middle and then saw through the optic of the forest god who 's knotted cock was get inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her piano impudence squeezing his bead irradiation, that slipperiness and musky look inside her prick. When he blinked and opened his optic, Mr. O saw the completely church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eye of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the place and shook his drumhead. When the visions faded, he looked to the landing field and saw a woman in a ovalbumin dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the female child slowly, the pain in the ass he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it prepare. He was n't surely what to shit of everything, or even this char. The young mystical woman took a few steps toward him. She had stark base and wore nothing but the pristine white dress that was almost like a fancy nightdress. She had deathlike pale skin, dark pilus, especially in comparability to her peel, and pale, ghostly aristocratic middle.

'' hi, greyback, '' she said, her vocalization soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Reb ? '' she asked in a questioning look, her cold, aristocratical hand moving down to use up the paw he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

When she took his mitt and placed the tongue on her cervix it made matter more unknown for him, `` Stab you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. Give me a reason and I just might, '' he warned her.

The youthful woman before Mr O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd commit him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so cute when you play rowdy guy. You could cut me into a million picayune tack right field now and I 'd be veracious back in your head. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a class member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a daughter who appeared in your dreaming but you could never remember when you woke up.

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

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

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

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the Torah of physics, her unscathed eubstance slid around to support behind his. Only her pes moved in slow stride. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his rear and the material of the dress ruffled in the spotty wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, flare appeared in his mind. Flashes of him and a unseasoned cute girl with pinkish hair spending meter together. The Nox she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be majestic of. ikon of Daisy riding the statue 's pecker or being filled by Armin. sight of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a record, then imaginativeness of her being ring banged by the satyrs in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the conclusion 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 rosehip raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted catch, wrist and ankle manacle that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and total darkness sheets and blanket. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in dark, slowly sinking a cock that was much too bombastic for a man girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on solid ground, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little 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 respond violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a bottle up memory. Good memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the nighttime Mister O lost faith in humanness. Or hope. Or even salvation.

The visions 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 rosehip raised and the ominous person about to ask her from behind was a all dissimilar tale. She was small, fragile, a touchy flower. But as the daemon revealed one of his many forms, with his ugly appendage.

It was more hideous than any of the satyr, in many ways the shot resembled a sinewy forearm with a serial of tentacles that curled into a tower clenched fist for the psyche attached with radiocarpal joint like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that odium for a rooster invade her, was the welcome feeling on her fount.

The flavor on her face was not a get wind expression or one that she put on for appearance. It was a look of felicity. Real happiness. The look a buff might pay going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the nance receiving her enthronization.

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

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

Mr. O maintained his fight stance while face to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to blank out. A few teardrop streaked down his typeface, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge 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 someone 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your fad. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't charge you after what you just saw her do. underworld, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are ripe now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would check her, her whole form would look to fleet away into the Nox, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold-blooded fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still call back how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His workforce shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could explode at any moment wanting to soak up his blade into the little girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to handle for hoi polloi. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to care for people ? '' he responded in a feel as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a yearn fourth dimension ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's expression continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to holler while more split second of her case continued, `` My pity for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no audio frequency, just her boldness in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her skipper to enjoy her.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11 - cult ! Rage ! Rage !

The Sun Myung Moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runic letter diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was eternal in this new strange place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field of force. Inside the church building, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the lech exhausted for their night of piece of tail. Even as Armin saw the airfoil of the statue cease to break after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the Night until the next lunar month 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 fountainhead and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Hermann revoke her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs spread head for his tail to slip into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the lecher were settling for the Nox, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` stopcock warmers '' keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's putz warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that job, at to the lowest degree not the offset night of her new position.

The satyrs had began to outwear. 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 to the lowest degree she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with fellow around her.

One of the lecher had just blew his load in her ass, filling it with vile seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to drag him away before he pulled out. She was a crash. Cum dripped from and dried around every hole. Her hair's-breadth was matted with yellow goo.

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's unseasoned pussy felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat upright piano with his backrest against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back 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 leg around Daisy only to pervade her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his weapon embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been deceased when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to fix cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former script, made one happy audio as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds early than those of fleshy respiration. The luxuria had released her and her brain was going a one C mile an hour.

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

What may seem like a calm end to a night of celebration really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't turn back thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his epitome. Then his psyche shifted to older computer memory. As he approached the church with a haste in his walk, he saw his old associate. His former military machine comrades that had perished before his eyes old age before his tie-up with the CIA.

When each human face of his former mate flashed in his idea, a sudden burst of rage filled his psyche. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the forest god walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the letch took a drink and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his brass from the stain on the ground.

In his hateful ire, Mr O smothered the letch 's back talk with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no doubt, but in close one-quarter it served a purpose. It seemed Mr. O was wanting him to find the pain.

The letch slumped to the ground with his eyes panoptic unfastened in jounce. As he lost his footing, Mr O wanted his last mess to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

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

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far ingress of the big room. Her eyes widened and her rima oris was open. She did n't have intercourse what he was going to do but even from this aloofness, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mr O came into the chief surface area where the all the satyr and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly charwoman standing by the altar close to Armin and society. She looked down at the erect bronze phallus with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the case that would descend.

Some of the satyrs had little girl wrapped in their implements of war and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's head causing a cracking sound. The depravation filling Mister O 's person was causing his craze a bit of increased strong suit. The forest god screamed in pain in the ass and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't bonk what else to do. She did n't know what was going to come about yet. Had he snapped ? Did he conceive he could need on all these fauna ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and concerns. Madelyn did n't rouse up from the noise. She really was incredibly wear out.

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

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

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

The initiatory lecher lunged towards Mister O, yet his passion caused him to respond with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no fourth dimension in attacking the others in quite a little. It was clear not all the satyrs were fighters, even with extra strength and ability, nigh could n't meet with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the forest god defeated to his attainment. Though they may accept been captives in the beginning, many of the maiden over had learn to make love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to bear offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could campaign, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full-of-the-moon berserk fury. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the lech used the opportunity to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to diminish forward off residue only to get back up and retain attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's fight with the satyrs as both miss were staring wide eyed. Hermann told them that he needed to get them to refuge and Daisy seemed to crack to military action.

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

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

Daisy did n't react to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a tabby. You 're a nineteen yr old miss. ejaculate on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his spinal column to the corner. He did n't let that arrest his ferocity. `` I can run to Two moon, like this ! All the way to Two moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing boot summer camp cadences.

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

His fortune of selection was minimal, but he did n't give care. This was n't a deliverance commission. Not necessarily a self-annihilation mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the cause for his universe.

The night haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't appear foiled. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her helping hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one digit and a blind Elwyn Brooks White Inner Light shone through the construction and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the other female person.

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

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

The moonlight had set in this unremitting nighttime. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no ten-strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his stemma pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his trunk began to limp. His back was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, nigh of his clothing was soaked in his own stemma.

With his craze waning down, all sound seemed to keep out off for him except for the strait of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blond hair, her bright blonde hair as if it glowed in the dark. Mister O reached out to her trying to go about, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a lot blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a idiom `` souvenir MORI. '' As his sight was turning calamitous, Mr O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking articulation, `` memento Mori ... is now the clip ? '' And then he fell to his stifle.

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

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold washing over her and then her sens were gone. The two girl appeared in a dark, vacate clarification and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clash.

Madelyn would lead some fourth dimension to see up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her dead body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to chuck when she and Daisy were unchanging again, in the vacancy. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shake Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

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

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

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

Then, she began to cry. She cried because this might be the death of her and Mr. O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting creatures. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mister O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's purity had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was acute 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 suspire from how hard she was crying by this item. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this metre it stared lenient and small and flared up into the same bright flash. When the spark cleared, they were back by the doss helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and pelting was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the shag you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the eggbeater crash. `` You look like shit, do n't go, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying care to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the turnout, '' said swain to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that whirlybird. I just wanted to take care the hoagie part in social movement of madame damozel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely capable to last out awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't for certain. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her subdivision around her wooden leg and sobbed into her human knee. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste 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 girls and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even see at dandy or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at to the lowest degree a petty broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to insure herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

J-Rod was also at the Saami crash sight setting an over-watch. As Mr O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to piece up his combat injury and then looked up at the girls.

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

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the result out. `` O- '' she said between mother fucker. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the info in her Thomas Young lifetime. When they heard the smasher team over the tuner, Madelyn tried to explicate as best she could, but she did n't jazz the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different shoes ... like, the whole church went to a different spot. ``

'' just ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a gum elastic strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an intoxicant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vein. Blood began to flow through the metro towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mr O 's arm. `` bent in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the backbone.

When Doc said that her lineage would sour, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the needle. This was zippo new to her. She 'd done this 100 of times, except she was putting things in and killing herself instead of taking thing out and helping someone. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her teardrop had mostly stopped but her oculus were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his endeavour to flatter had failed despite the hurt the young woman had been through. But, he still possessed politesse as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both female child with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, delight allow for me the purity of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their torso were covered.

When Beau put the coating 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 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 evacuate. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the fomite are still here, but the church service is vacate. Setting charges, '' Big Papi reported in through the radio.

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

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

Mr. O opened his heart as saw the thermionic vacuum tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the hit team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the phone of a helicopter coming was heard.

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

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

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

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

Beau started to see a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better speed up and not deal with the political sympathies, the sun gon na resurrect in about an hr and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

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

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

The first of all helicopter had landed, it was a unlike manakin from the one the rap team rode in. As the side of meat doors opened, men and women in light tan fatigue poured out. They all each also had on Inner Light blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and T. H. White boxing glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European armed services.

Then the leader of this team dismounted from the helicopter. 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 steel on his waistline, an old antediluvian Roman gladius style sword. He had light brown skin, nigrify wavy hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the woman 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 mantle, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daisy had smiled at swell for the initiative fourth dimension and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between George IV and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if dude 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 attending turned towards Madelyn, `` Come along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a affair, yah with the dear guys now. ''

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

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

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive article of clothing with versatile blades sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the chopper near of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his habiliment was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the face of the whirlybird and so a poor boy was needed. And would n't yah cognise, I gladly accepted that honour and pulled the teras away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na accept to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my manners. The figure is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just telephone me dude. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward VIII or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the bordello, the grading on his consistence were demonic. Old booster, be measured, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this whole mess was a setup from the beginning. There was a passel made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellenic language as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of course there 's always another shit up the food chemical chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his felicitous little ass in channel with all the other arsehole, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

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

CIA broker had arrived with a copestone and more medical equipment. They began replacing the bloodline transfusion tube-shaped structure with a pedigree pack. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The live entry in the computing device log at the bordello was that Mr. O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pander that you beat up, old friend. It was no concurrence that he was at the like topographic point you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not roll in the hay your name. But the designing was suppose to be that you deliver her to the bawdyhouse. The Satyros would corroborate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all lead story, but Italian capital will bring home the bacon resources to look into. ''

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

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

As they carried Mr O on a copestone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done affair we 're not majestic 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 go with our sinning, but do n't let it get it on you up. You 're a hero, you 're potent than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this bit on that makes the conflict. '' 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 scrapper, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't think this was happening. It had all been division of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some brute'cocotte, she was now a pawn for some former force out that she did n't even jazz of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was frustrate and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The phonograph needle was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the monitor 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 happy to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his write up with intent. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the dark 's outcome and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a piddling when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a sobriquet, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a lilliputian giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

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

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

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

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

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Over the next few weeks, the girlfriend went down their own paths. Daisy had a few Day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a small-arm of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her equanimity back and tried to find out to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so particular about her. The mass 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 Mister O to meet her so they could impress on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to loose and recover, though, as Mr O apparently had other business organisation to look to and needed his own metre to heal.

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

Meanwhile, Mr. O had made a full recovery. He was in a CIA deftness in a lab. While waiting, one of the Doctor approached him.

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

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

'' They both still have hold out sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active agent, then homo spermatozoan can live up to five days max. But, it 's been week, '' the Dr. answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, it 's so entrancing, '' she responded while looking at the details. `` This blueness haired miss 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 hired man up is the ancient Hellenic God, Dionysus. He 's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall give you everlasting life, '' he replied.

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

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