Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde fair sex named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few calendar week ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the express use of killing herself, but she had done it knowing fully well even though she knew it was a opening. Her life sentence had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not experience anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her in force friend, It felt like she was the only somebody she had left the only person 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 view heterosexual and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the even when a wickedness SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug dependence rehab signboard posted. Mr O stepped out of the fomite wearing his dark lawsuit, mordant polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black whisker combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy byssus covering heavy scruff on his look.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendee were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his mouth 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 human foot as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Dr. Johnson, my figure is Mr O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the tum causing him to lose his breath. `` You do n't look too skillful. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

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

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

The other man fell to his knees and began to pule, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! somebody ... helper ! Call the police ! ``

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

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

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"cobbler's last fortune, where is your cult ? '' Mr O demanded with one finish terminal warning as he pulled the cock back on his pistol.

Daisy was icy in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated up situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his stifle and was begging the abrupt dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for mortal to forebode the constabulary. 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 yell the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

A strange vocalisation then spoke softly into Daisy 's mind. A male vox, 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 respectable to appear seemingly quieten in mode, she took a mysterious breathing time. After readying herself as advantageously she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the girl rustling to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he did n't notice the girl approach. But, hearing the idiom, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off safeguard.

He then turned towards her, while his pistol still pointed at the other man. `` Wait ... who are you ? Why did you say that idiom ? '' he asked. It was obvious that idiomatic expression 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 solid ground from behind where they wrestled a bit. During the scramble, the man had landed on his straits causing him to go unconscious.

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

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

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

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

'' It means Light Within Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the former man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my governing body, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific townsfolk undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crew of people to watch over, Mr O did n't appear to care as he stuffed the man into the proboscis. `` Okay, I do n't have a go at it who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll overhear up to you eventually. So please save me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't love what was going on. He explained what the idiomatic expression meant and she nodded a little bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suit 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 idea who this man was. But he did a good job of scaring her, so she followed him into the vehicle.

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

Then the computer covert filled with versatile records, constabulary book, medical criminal record all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced perfectly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of tie to any secret society, cabal, or fantasm organization. sustain a trade 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 get it on everything about the billet, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few metre, she looked at between the calculator, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the ace from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't avail but let out a subdued giggle when it seemed excited about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the sieve submerged back into the dashboard.

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

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

Chapter 2 - blueing Angel

He pulled into the drive of a random firm in repose suburbia. It was aught out of the average. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulations.

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

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage girl with dyed blue hair's-breadth, a real cute smile and a girl adjacent door character of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the sept portrait as Mr. O explained the berth in to a greater extent point. She was so new and beautiful. Daisy hoped the female child was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the picture. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

'' We 'll grapple with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his memories. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the livelihood room where many works of abstract art hung on the bulwark.

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from man to piece. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runic letter of any form, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easily to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her digit over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't recognize if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to sustain some import to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the runic letter have any association to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

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

Mr O then opened his pill which seemed to bypass all password restricted programme which he brought up an email from the miss 's Father of the Church :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in problem and I need your avail. I 'm going to scream you soon ! erotic love you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in to a lesser extent than a workweek ago. Soon mortal at this IP savoir-faire began searching the mystifying web looking up various supernatural internet site. Not the cheesy black letter way stuff, I 'm talking material under the eyes of Venice. And then three twenty-four hours ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police force track record regarding the man, `` He 's a known pimp. Likes to betray girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to keep their tuition monetary value. And calculate what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's fade is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was skilful tidings. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be O.K. or easy to find oneself. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was all in, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human seller. The email from the father made her tum turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get forged from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a bridge player through her blonde hair.

'' This whole affair makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her male parent ... somehow. I do n't jazz how I know. But there 's no way, with that electronic mail and the way all this rail line up with the search account ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breathing place. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the door, `` Help ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screech. He then sighed in foiling, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too much for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that threshold and I 'm going to scramble the information out of him. You can allow for or look 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 rich breath when he said that he was going to go vanquish the info 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 calm given the situation. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the multitude of coffin nail from her pouch and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nervus 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 phone could be heard. The commotion was enough to stimulate the closemouthed neighbour to peak out the windowpane.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbour peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the sounds coming from inside the theatre and smoked her coffin nail. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to take place next.

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

'' We got a tip, '' Mr. O said to Daisy as he straightened out his vesture. `` You uncoerced to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian territory in the urban center. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost individual

Minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the state highway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl President Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street ponce, he mostly deals with occult chemical group. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Johnson to drive home her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't concern, I have a team en path to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the sporting house is a sports meeting up degree to exchange the lady friend for money with the rage. But, here 's the affair, based on the family portraits and the kinfolk moving picture, we assume Madelyn has a hard shackle with her dance step Father-God. But after him disappearing and then her mom qualifying, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you imagine the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cult and the panderer, she nodded in sympathy and ran a script through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the query and I have a nauseous notion about it. To me, the planetary house full stop to something bad. I do n't suppose he 's the victim, but that 's just my belief. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Sebastian holy person to top the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His human-centred nature and cause to better mankind has made him the ideal choice for this new settlement, '' the radio reported until Mr O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's sycophant and you 'll dissemble to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the sidekick host, I 'll secernate them the toss phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to witness some jazz answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radiocommunication display and she could n't project out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no musical theme who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to try any news program in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to take a leak herself wait the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to get out rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her tomentum some and few low smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a competitiveness and had teary-eyed center recently. She still looked pretty and did n't count like a vast mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double over return. The flavor of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her wear out matched his, but instead of diacetylmorphine, war was his habituation. It was his substantiation for purpose in life sentence.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look large in the sense that I believe it 'll pop off. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their entry into Little Albania, a residential area of Albanian immigrants looking for a better liveliness. But, within the residential area also lurked a mystic religious sect of cultists using the community to obscure their vestige body of work. `` wait around, it should be labeled as a lodge of some sort. It has no name, just a auberge with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' 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 hair. It was a short-circuit drive to the part of the urban center they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and home plate, 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 pulley-block a few multiplication before eventually pulling over. He backed in his fomite a couple stoppage from the edifice and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building lading and put down rider.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` trace my lead and baulk every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the edifice is a guard. He was sitting in the Saami spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the contribution. `` I can be a pretty skilful thespian, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the jumpy manipulation. She knew it was office of the act. She put a tumid scowl on her typeface and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd wrick her body and try to advertize against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and baffle sigh and tell him to let her go.

Mr O did n't react verbally as she played her office as she demanded to let her go as component part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the building, it looked summing up. Perhaps an old flat building with empty rooms with the exclusion of old bed used for service.

Inside Sir Thomas More homeless person looking straggler stood near the entrance, no doubt they were safety. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit doors were receptive, inside the flock of miss appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to serve older men.

One room in item had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a infant nerve. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three older valet de chambre inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty feel to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guard duty. When they got inside, she looked KO'd. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the constituent since she 'd be wanting to take in her new environment. She was looking in the room at the miserable female child and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the little girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These piteous girls, god only knew the matter that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the construction office, `` Wine, women, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the masses in the office. `` I work for Carl Andrew Johnson, '' Mr O added.

The mass in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute of arc, and then at Daisy. One in item seemed to be the gaffer as he sat in the rachis of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a overweight accent, `` Okay, up stairs. 3rd floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like girl with blue hair. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking citizenry tonight. She sure hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the position. As they made it to the stair, he whispered in her ear, `` stay calm, I wo n't let them put you to work. But mortal knows something. ``

But the guy did mention Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the stairs, 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 travesty and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at room 314. As they entered the elbow room, there had already been a man inside with his back turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his pants back up.

Around his soundbox were a couple of female ramification, as he turned around he revealed a raw fille appearing to be in her twenty laying on her back on a mesa. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr. O noticed the untested young lady had the man 's come dripping from her self-conceited vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Loretta Young girl and could plainly see the ejaculate dripping from her.

'' Whitney Young and fertile, '' said the man with an idiom, `` That 's how I enjoy my subject field. I test out the new daughter, if they bare our child then my kin grows. But, if not, then they fuck for money and provide for my kin. ``

horn began to come forth from his os frontale and strange markings began to shine on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mr. O and then when the man began to verbalize, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not crucial, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced pass, with each pace his charge thumped on the wooden base, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this earthly concern. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fecund bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal young person. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my virility causes an unsatiable urge to industrial plant his seed. '' As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the uterus is located, `` I can finger it ... Djall 's offspring 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 labor him away, looking over his articulatio humeri at the female child and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his cheek closer to hers, his dentition were alike Fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a foresightful apoplexy with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... unimaginable ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for century ! 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 little when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His manus was on her stomach, almost like it was sensing her uterus. She whined again, but this time it was dissimilar. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The creature of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on earthly concern in a yearn time.

'' What do you mean ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to shove him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her More. And then gunshots erupted on the butt trading floor, men were yelling throughout the hallways. 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 thighs. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the half-crazed man with French horn did n't seem to like, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't oppose to anything but her. He continued to cod her.

With a look of insatiable luxuria in the horned man 's fount, he continued to address, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two Sun Myung Moon when my kin plants Djall 's cum into the Virgo the Virgin by the Fatherhood, then soon the kindred will industrial plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help show his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a grotesque edition of a man 's putz emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy like coloring material with odd material body like that of a serial of knots and he-man piercing along the shaft. Her knickers now halfway down her second joint along with her panties and here he was pulling his stopcock out of his pants. This man did n't even appear to point out the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not learn them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her oculus saw his vile cock as it slid between her pegleg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so foreign and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her second joint, raised her hips and put her hands on his shoulders.

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

His grin was a villainous one as she appeared to afford in. As she unbuttoned a few push on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lip. It was a long skinny and forked lingua like that of a snake. His eyes also began to wobble as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her display skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want arousal ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to engender the fertile dead body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his unknown cock against her, angling it upwards to position it to dawn her.

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

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

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her quandary and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to collapse him in the side of his head with a flying articulatio genus strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the suddenly man on the floor and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the caput, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip 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 great power it took more gunshot to put him down than it would a normal human being.

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

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

Daisy winced with the initiatory few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the lavatory and cleaned the now-dry cum from the other daughter 's vagina and thighs and then got her to heat up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't roll in the hay who you are, steady, but if you have person to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a morning time after pill and severalise them what happened or as a good deal as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the little girl hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the authority. `` We have a containment gang en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying baby of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medical specialty wo n't be able to help them. Let 's fountainhead back to Madelyn 's household until we have more particular. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a balmy, uncomfortable jape. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in accord about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Father and was a virgin they were using to summons ... Djall ? He said in two moonlight or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in U.S. ? Strange that they would mobilize him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Community. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of young and virility. But then that would mean the runic letter hidden in the painting were some sort of attunement rune. A substance to attain her body open of his espousal. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two night. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the prospect to do so.

'' Okay, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a ass Virgo the Virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a unattackable American tradition these days, '' Mr. O continued.

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

As they made it outside, a eggbeater hovered over the street while large avant-garde pulled in. From the helicopter, men and charwoman in tactical cogwheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to draw close the edifice. From the van, many in sinister suit arrived.

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

'' CIA shadow Spectrum clean up gang and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dreary suits with combat thrill. `` I was able to call in for service when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the tusk man referred to her form which left Mr. O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't recognize. Do you go through anything outside of the average ? Example, a buzzing in your judgement, or second sight like visual sense, or do you actually see things plain that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can break what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed locating, a small empty town is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and thug. Many roam with flashlight in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in foreign glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the discussion of a man in mission. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his 40 and had hoary hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the spinal column of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed pair of men with one others in the device driver bottom and another riding shotgun. She looked fag out and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in day. No one would sing 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 family dwelling by some crawling and taken to a building full of scumbags and misfortunate lady friend forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to convey her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip nude and be examined multiple meter. She 'd only been fed everlasting, cold food and given water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flatcar to match. Her hair was messed up and her physical composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

'' Blessed Djall ! The vessel 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. Much like the man in the house of prostitution, they all had French horn coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to cantillate.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past tense few days but none of them would severalize her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teenager 's eyes widened and she could n't facilitate but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her diffuse, gravelly representative. A voice boys had always described as aphrodisiacal and mature.

'' My blue Angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a small nestling, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to speak about, my blue saint. You have no melodic theme how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so disordered as she was led inside the Christian church and all the men bowed their nous. Then, when she heard that representative ring out, her cutis got even Sir Thomas More pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the direction of the part, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the missy trailed off. There was obvious care in her eyes and she did n't hump what to think or do.

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

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

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a cramped van with four strangers. I 'd rather remain firm, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and scare and hurt over what had happened the stopping point days.

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many dubiousness, sweetheart, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the the true is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been alive a long sentence. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a unmarried female parent who was struggling because her collaborator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could palpate it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you raise. But what you have to understand is that my life 's intention was to find the avowedly vessel for Djall, for he can allot eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a stripling. The many scholar I had taught in my college learning arts stratum, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first year of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you commemorate how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the preindication, the glowing runes, I knew I had to take them home and go away 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 pal know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. take into account me to register you a new human beings, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' You asked who all these the great unwashed are, they are our brethren, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will serve you. Djall can also take your female parent back, but there is something that must be done, '' her father continued.

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Whitney Moore Young Jr. shape, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage style of frock. Her begetter marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was more than just the nineteen twelvemonth old daughter he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cuckold death 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 important artifact that my kin and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual statute made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church building.

The statue depicted a forest god sitting down. His consistency leaned back slightly with his handwriting holding up at the slope. Another interesting item was that of the lech 's member depicted as flaccid which is rare as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her thorax and watched her beginner as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and be the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was foreign to hear him spill like this. He was usually so ordered and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't institute back mamma, it does n't form like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep intimation, `` Please secern me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his hand at the others in a gesture to steady them, which they did. He then responded with a sensation of distressfulness and a stern flavor, `` You may not interpret yet, but you will, soon it will become light up '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign speech communication.

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

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

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

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

It was obvious they wanted her to take in as her begetter continued while the dark walls of the church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to burn. Her Father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his frontal bone as alike markings on his font also began to burn.

She stopped struggling and stared with broad eyes and an surface mouth when her begetter began to grow horns and freshness. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her implements of war were being held and there were mitt all along her dead body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no long fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be actual. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present tense time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red luminousness began to toot in the sum console. Mister O then pressed a push on the vehicle which caused the same LCD reminder as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a blond adult female that began to talk with a European emphasis, '' salutation, operative O,

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

'' It seems the man you disposed of in the tierce floor is a lecher, '' she answered.

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from parturition, this one in particular we believe was homo born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Sami god as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape vine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual insaneness, fertility rate, and religious X. ``

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

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

"Alright, sustain me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could rove down the window and have a coffin nail when they were on the way. She was no a heavy tobacco user by any substance. The pack in her pocketbook had been there for week. But with all the events of today, she could n't avail it. She blew smoke directly out the windowpane as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the posterior when she was done, which was during the speech sound call.

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

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

'' The team is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a heavy supporter, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm sure you have interrogative sentence that needs answer, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient qabalistic code and the satyr implying about your variety. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch if you should determine to find answers to those questions. ``

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

"A number one wood will be here shortly to adopt you to any address you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr. O before he turned around and walked towards the presence door without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blond pursed her backtalk and shook her oral sex.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to react. She did n't really retrieve either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the young lady returned to prophylactic and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't know what to do. `` sayonara, '' she said and waved a trivial bit.

But then something unusual happened, an unknown entity began whispering in her idea, `` Open your idea, sweetling. open it and you shall see. ''

Then the unknown entity began flooding her mind with the entirely Christian church as if she were there. She began to face around and see all the things going on. The particular filtered in slowly, first was that of a forest god completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another forest god rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were lot of girls there seeking to have massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from picture as the father. She made her way close and could see the cleaning woman orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would get through their finger in the John Cage to tinct her body. There seemed to almost be a hungriness growing in the young little girl, slowly overtaking the sorrowfulness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outdoors to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the trial by ordeal. Though no one in the ceremonial could see nor feel Daisy 's presence, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the town. Outside of the Christian church seemed desolate. But then, there was one sign that left a clew to their location. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a planetary house that read, `` Two Moons Vineyard. ``

The foster away from the church service, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral plane. A opprobrious raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a raft of raven flew in circles around her which eventually caused sinister sess to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dark and displume wearable emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct whispering continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

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

The tightlipped the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whisper as he raised his blades. Just as he was within orbit, behind Daisy that intimate assuage voice had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. waken 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 believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other force out at piece of work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to know better than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always right to play on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the look doorway.

Inside, the house was filled with secret agent in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unusual forensics investigation of the house. Mister O continued into the theatre trying to head off getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

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

Inside the service department were a few men in unlike gear, rather than the suit the others wore, they all each had on regular wear such as denim trouser or cargo with T-shirt along with black tactical gear mechanism. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this gang was from the others. They looked like armed services or something.

However one man in item was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking single had nucha and whiskers with poor hair, this former gentlemen had long haircloth tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with several throwing daggers and a fighting blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can link us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one script to recognise her `` fountainhead hello, darlin', the name is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just ring me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tincture of red with blanch pelt.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the hit Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met clotheshorse, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys bollock cap is Doc vacation, our medick. Nate `` One clock time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

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

'' grapeshot fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic God of richness, spiritual ecstasy, ritual craziness, and wine devising. A hedonic divinity. It would take in sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine, like near grape field of operation, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a T-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of young man continued to look on the map.

clotheshorse being his normal self tried to pull in light of a dangerous billet, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself severe. But, I do like to seize with teeth, '' he said as his smile revealed fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the processes in his oral sex to work out out what it was she had told him. Then, as fashion plate talked to her again, she turned her point to front at him and then gasped a slight as he revealed his Fang.

'' OK, Beau, not right now, '' Mr. O instructed as he started loading ammunition magazine in the ammo pouch of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyard. Do you recall anything else ? ``

'' Two Moon Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and intimate, '' she said and ran a handwriting through her hair's-breadth. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a coop, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two moon vineyard ? '' Mr O replied to reassert her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the populace in two moonlight, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in vitiate 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 assemble a whirlybird, '' said Big Papi.

'' Well, doll, what is that ? '' said fop as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a Corvus corax feather stuck on her pes. ``

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

Mr. O and the ease looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his berm and holstered his shooting iron on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of dying and day of reckoning. They're usually found near infirmary, disasters, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a short bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another script through her hair. She did n't assure them about the man who met her in the nihility and whatever saved her from the affair that tried to stamp out her. That seemed someway personal and like something that was here alone to think back and marvel about. She might ask about it at a tardy prison term, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Shirley Temple Corvus corax Down

The crusade in one of the truck was n't much significant. A lot of the team members including Mister O spent most of the campaign locking and loading their gun and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two moonlight Vineyards, '' said Mr. O, `` Only problem is, we have various township that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us identify which township looks familiar to you. ''

Beau however sat there sharpening each of his blades, `` Do n't ya concern 'bout a matter, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a lamia watchin'over that cute lil hindquarters of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! forest fire fighter ! '' Strike Team wheeler dealer mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more eminent testosterone brawn read/write head eccentric.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` work stoppage squad, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the smasher squad drawing card even though Mr. O would head the investigation. Big Papi appeared to be the one-time among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the sometime shipboard soldier yelled as he dismounted the truck.

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

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

When Beau spoke again, Daisy gave him a little smirk and shook her head teacher. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a elusive blink. Then, she looked at the eggbeater with reverence, having never been on one, and nodded at Mr O before following him.

Outside of the truck in an open field, two helicopter with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and Hawk boarded one chopper while Doc Holiday, dandy, and Mr 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 helicopter although dark blue angel seemed as melanize as the night itself, unmarked and hearty 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, '' swell teased as he was a more sociable and charming one.

Daisy smiled and shook her headway simply in response to what dude said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her mentation, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a sorry sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roommate had been nice enough not to give up her out after all this happened, and go on about her life sentence. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old friends and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some weird dump surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr O and Doc vacation sat on the boundary on opposite ends of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each early over the loud propellor noise as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr. O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state line of business, the vineyard should be about xv minutes out. ``

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

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

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

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

Then all of the sudden a plenty of ravens flew along position of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday afford fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The raven poofed into mordant smoking and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the tool appeared in their chopper and she did n't fuck what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the whirlybird slashing away at the railway locomotive. young man 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 eggbeater was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't make out what else to do.

Doc tried his best to take ascendance of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the other deal saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` maintain on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the topsy-turvyness, he saw her fount and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smiling like when she tried to look her part for the bagnio which caught his tending, perhaps a gumption of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control eggbeater was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head word and tucked her into his berm to help her duet for the impending crash.

As the eggbeater went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her weapons system around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a head crash but still spin out around and slide across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at heights speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her feet stopped touching the metallic element floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the primer coat, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would find oneself themselves somewhat safe on the basis, far from the crash. She 'd never have it off how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his eye and got up right away and saw Daisy laying side by side to him. The helicopter crash site was a honest mile away. How they ended up so far from the eggbeater was a secret.

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mr O. `` The man shall be offering as stock sacrifice, now the ritual is thoroughgoing. As for her, Djall has a special need of her. Let them witness our halo, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to get behind them both towards the church service to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journeying, and gagged because she would n't stop tears and asking doubtfulness. Since then though, they had done round-the-clock intimate acts and dark ritual in front line of her and it seemed to have some core on the offspring miss. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the intimate energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her lot. She was more docile, more quiet, more unemotional person. The previous night, after the two newcomer had been brought in, some of the woman in the cult took her from her Cage, stripped her of her clothes and hired man bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatise that she could do naught but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the reason she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to enter out what was going on in her own Einstein. However, the thought of her father using her for such ritual still made her require to better into tears.

After the bathtub, the woman had drawn a few symbols in different places along her curvy consistence. She did n't acknowledge them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the coop and made to watch Sir Thomas More sexual rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few 60 minutes before Mr O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some force play she did n't have it off and she 'd gone into a cryptic, sinister sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church service. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to quietus. She 'd incur herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very inadequate state from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to materialise to them, had asked their names, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't think she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made comments about her dead body and some of the char had said she could be another of the fad 's sexual sacrifices.

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's sire, `` It is requirement for the profligate sacrifice to watch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your name is Arminius, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your terminal public figure is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low rate immortal so fucking alien we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn to a greater extent about him. ''

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

Armin did n't look too delight. Perhaps not the kind of chemical reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrowfulness when I bring my God into this pitiful Earth, '' Hermann warned.

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

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maidens, wine was served by female person cultists appearing to be pleasure hard worker for the ceremony. Arminius, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slave wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quietly as she watched the setting when the man woke up, then heard her father introduce the beginning of the ceremony. A hustle of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the John Milton Cage Jr., they did n't get to drag her. After a import of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them film her custody and help her step down from the program that the cage was one. The Edward Young woman 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 principal event, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the fair sex intruder, she will now get together in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urge with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Arminius command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a fast adhesive friction of each arm as they forced her unto the Lord's table. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to scramble against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely move against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to stand just a few animal foot from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of compunction hidden in that smile.

One adult female in particular sat on Mr. O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the focusing of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the letch penetrated her from fundament. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mr. O. It seemed once the letch got engaged in sexual activeness, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was discharge to see the ratio of male person to female was sack more with the males. To every two or three Male, they had to share a female among the radical. But, as two of the satyr pulled Daisy along to the Lord's table before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. often of the satyrs'nails were like razor penetrating chela 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 keen those nipper were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was improbable than Madelyn and more reduce, especially since she 'd lost most of her sister fat by now. Her body had a little more than due date to it, though with slightly modest bosom than the immature girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her wearing apparel, the women started to ornament Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to fulfill or whatever place they needed to put the accessory. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, anklets, and finally a livery to nail down her regalia for the ceremony while her Father of the Church continued to push up and get across two of the slaves, one after the other.

While most of the letch thrusted savagely into their female partners like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the charwoman he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew cornet, his transmutation has quite a direction to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his face still resembled his humanly bod. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her Fatherhood.

The former satyrs'lower dead body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven feet, but still retained man shaped stage. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their funnily regulate peter. In Renaissance art, letch were often depicted as phallic puppet and with ripe rationality as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely shaped putz as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal pearl, but the head helping was much Sir Thomas More of the common mushroom-shaped cloud condition. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a knight, but not as enormous. Neither character was skinny per se, but the gibe appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the woman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hired hand and led her to her father. `` Give your dada a buss, '' she insisted in a very salacious feel while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her father and told to return him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a import but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her rim pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball nightfall closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lip and gave him a hungry, passionate osculation, letting her implements of war wrapping around his neck opening.

As Madelyn was brought over to her father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arms. She did n't fight or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their body nearly touching hers. She could see their hammer and how similar they looked to the man at the cathouse. As Daisy watched this, a soft little moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet double-dyed in that kiss.

One of the forest god approached Daisy from posterior, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the bagnio had. It seemed each knot had a point of stimulation. The former with the sawbuck like shape hammer erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a niggling as the two oddly shaped rooster teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an burden on the blonde, causing her to squirm more and close up her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a missy in the middle of receiving oral exam sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked lingua as it stretched out to wrap around her cervix only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a forficate natural language licked her from the bottom of her chin then up her brim trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck opening and started to thrash her skin, her breath caught in her pharynx and she leaned her oral sex back a bit more, almost seeming to love the feeling, even as the other started to work out her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control any second. Then behind the letch in front of her, a shadowy man with a familiar interpreter appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you trust this or, do you wish well to defy ? Tell me what you truly need. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at first Arminius 's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young dame he raised since her childhood. But the More their candy 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 go along to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the forked tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was easily to tell. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her pry and bringing her body finisher to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouthpiece, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his clapper explore. She was n't the upright countenance but she definitely put the try and lust into it.

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

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one greyback at a time causing a popping auditory sensation with each slub that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed dissimilar from the rest, though it retained the mushroom physical body, the read/write head portion seemed to continually move and flip like a bend muscle. `` clean-living it up, '' Hermann demanded, `` my drab saint. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her human knee and she looked up at him with her big green centre, licking the thick saliva off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself slant down and lick some of his seed off the putz and then often like with the kiss, once she had the first sense of taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his unknown prick, seeming to have no trouble with her side getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each punch, Armin 's cock seemed to react to Madelyn as each air mile touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out Sir Thomas More of his seed. Watching his minuscule young lady use her clapper to pleasure him began to eat away the humanness he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the Sir Thomas More it seemed to touch the others as the energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the comrade articulation spoke in Daisy 's nous again, `` Do you need that inside you ? Do you want to savour it ? '' He asked.

The parole seemed to sink into Daisy 's head as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Edward Young miss lick her father 's putz 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 trashy and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

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

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her rima oris, it was discharge his peter reacted to every single touch. The former two lecher may have backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his backbone scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's succus had the final examination ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp slit. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and declension in a calendar method with his licking and suction, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hand ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her mentum. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and force back to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the component of the putz her mouth could n't accomplish, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse pecker knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to permeate her, he simply wanted the light beam to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the whole drive. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the letch put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her center when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest of drawers, seeming to revel in the news and the look of his teasing. She then opened her optic and looked when Daisy took her handwriting and then she began to stroke the miserable part of the tool enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Hermann began to join in as well. One rode on top of the satyr under Daisy while the other cleaned under to suckle on the tip of the peter rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Hermann and his two favorite.

The forest god enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her organic structure against his chest gave him a blissful feeling on his side, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his thinker, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his iniquity perverted god. He then pulled her ramification upwards taking her off her knee having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his hammer while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lech put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her virginal puss lips, which were basically dripping with her juice by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the rotating shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously live, suck her father 's cock.

As more lech approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal family, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` let me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The other satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them delight 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 do it above him caused him to kick the duet away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the communion table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in straw man of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr O, `` You have come here to slip my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's oral sex onto the spear of his bead shaft and slide their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` appearance your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor for a second when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the corner of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the gravid prick between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her natural language run along the pecker and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic facial expression ... but she could n't cease.

The lust was too solid inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large balls as her oral cavity pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to portion it with Madelyn. By the sentence they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his peter, both trying to get as often as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective natural action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not devotee. They had met the night before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sense of affection towards her. But nothing that would reveal his substance over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to develop programme as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this altogether situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin depravity, but the added sensation of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not pain in the ass and treason. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much persuasion into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to determine this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a pocket-size percentage of her could care justly now.

The lecher underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suction while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his oral fissure like a spread. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to catch fire inside the break one's back equitation him. The other slaves took notice as well taking crook riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a outpouring of night filth.

Meanwhile, the forest god with Madelyn could n't accommodate it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint 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 body up and down letting her inner thighs and slit feel his Equus caballus like cock pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her oral fissure minimized the muddle on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the forest god push her mean legs together and sorting of ass her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, flabby skin of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

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

Madelyn opened her lip wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her father into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's head movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's pegleg, loving the predilection and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvic girdle each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each knife thrust. The girl had ceased to be his girl, his blue holy man. She was now another servant pleasuring him in servicing to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to find more.

Madelyn 's optic were wide. Normally she would receive closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surround and enjoying all of this too often to do so. Her big, wide, green eye looked around at the former satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouthpiece was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy much drooled even more as the pecker rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thickheaded and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan spirit to it rather than Andrew Dickson White. It was no uncertainty filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to surround her expression on his rough skinned glob.

Being a satyr himself and from his lastly transmutation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry stage, the cohere feet. His musket ball had dark cutis and a musky smell to it. It was not a warm eubstance olfactory property. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with fret. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to surround the bring down voice of her cheek 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 commit Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's body wanting her to range on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from rear in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her butt buttock. Before anyone had realized it, many script were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` semen here, sweetheart, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breather from being smothered by the sweaty, musky testis. When Madelyn was skilful and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky odour and gustatory perception of having Armin 's nut smothering her face.

On his spine, with his forficate tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's cherubic rap flower. His tongue stretched out much foresightful and his spittle much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her bead sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his cheek made him insatiable as he gave her one tenacious stroke of his clapper along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her butt yap, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his long lingua and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lecher rimming her storm her and she gasped but after the initial shock absorber, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her Fatherhood 's rooster, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the mind as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the place. With handwriting bm, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A striver had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their body and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more into their carnal depravity.

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

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't see too disturbed about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an second, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their weaponry around each early and kissing in a wake love, letting their lingua dance in each other 's rima oris.

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

The shadowed man with the familiar voice emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and soft interpreter heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this humanity, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can immix and palpate you. These depraved creatures, I can sense you through them. For each one you touch, you also partake me. Do you want to feel 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 Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar spirit voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. convey my penis in your sassing one last time before I take your torso. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not require your pain to end ? Did you not delight this tactual sensation of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A lead so I can feel you. It is the data link between this domain and mine. Deny me, and soon I will forget. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. contain my choker, hold open me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to actualize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her creative thinker again. Daisy listened to all the Son he said and they had an effect on her. An overcome Wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

This loneliness had always been award in her liveliness, she always felt the need to belong to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary freeing from the world she knew.

'' I 'll ask it ... just ... do n't leave alone, '' she whispered and looked down at the soil.

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands 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 tomentum for the collar.

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metallic element as the atomic number 47 collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed dissimilar. His body still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique zip about him. The man with the familiar part could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the pinch cinch around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of gratification with belonging. There were still a pit of desolation in her stomach and the slight tactual sensation of perfidy on her own part.

Armin used one hand to signalize Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to relish her consistence. `` pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him revoke her up and it was a great smell. Madelyn saw him muster up her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hands and knees toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his tidal bore cock in position to Daisy 's congregation, the vocalism spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The head of his hammer pressing against her bitch backtalk made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no time. Her kitty-cat was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, loggerheaded, knotted putz slid easily into her with sole minimum stretch and military group required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her sassing. Then each greyback that seemed to pulsate with each submission. A loud, oceanic abyss moan escaped Daisy 's lip as burl after knot and column inch after inch penetrated her and slither deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Arminius sat there like a magnate as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's drumhead between his own leg. very much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his smutty scrotum. They were no doubtfulness covered in mild fur to cook up for the rough skin, but he wanted his short little girl to be office of his violation of Daisy.

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

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a protrusion had formed on her humiliated belly from the swelling of each mile. Then he slowly raised her up only to flap down her back down. The shape of his dick was unparalleled, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her abdomen to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that oceanic abyss into her cunt. She thought she was going to ingest to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitation on her look when he began to pull her fit torso up and slam it back down. The bod of his turncock made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to serve him, then put her mitt on his berm to calm her torso so she did n't flow over with the military force of him fucking her. The control, the lecherousness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first time, but when the head of his prick penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in X as her consistency 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 beast, a mythical creature of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's boldness the more he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his torso. He gave a near hard thrust and roared like animal. He was beginning to transubstantiate again, the protrusion from each mile on her belly twitched as well. His brawn 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 yoke of lust-filled somebody. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his beast stab, using her body for his pleasure. His natural language came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a ophidian and slithered around on her backtalk. Saliva flowed freely the more his spit moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first stab into her, spread her ramification wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain in the ass and pure delight. That thrust was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs tight around him and leaned her straits back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his tool grew inside her, it increased the stretching and pain. Daisy only seemed to feed 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 supplication. Arminius began to look more beast like rather than man with his rapid stab. He laid her down on her spinal column and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in high temperature trying to twin.

When Daisy was laid down, her hands reached out to grasp and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her leg facing pages all-inclusive once again and she continued to moan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in oestrus to this rutting alpha.

Arminius sat upright and reached out to take hold of Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could catch her waist with one hand and rise her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his Calidris canutus moved as he slid his shaft inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

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. As he continued to hurl, the bulges on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's pussy through Daisy 's body.

Hermann 's consistency place was also very carnal like, or yet more cold-blooded. sooner than thrusting while on his knee joint as most would in that particular position between their spouse 's legs 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 articulatio coxae slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to crusade the extrusion on her belly out more. It was because of this positioning that the bulges had an result while rubbing against Madelyn 's Virgo the Virgin off-white. It was this combination of being able to enkindle both girls that was expediting his translation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a whore. Her hips were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and acute, her pectus was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in animal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's leg around his body as he transformed, his ramification although already furry like the other forest god, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shape pegleg, Armin 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to modify its shape into a goat like form giving him more flexibility to hurl relentlessly in his squatting situation.

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

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to ingest that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` pa, meet our pretty pet with your seed and let her ascertain you subscribe me as your vas. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed craze. Armin held Daisy by her rose hip while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverted look to him. The more he pushed inside, the tenacious a grayish and brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her mendicancy seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the lightbulb pressing against Daisy 's peel, letting all of them fag against her Virgo cunt and feeling her juice making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to hold on her ample breast and clinch and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final examination push, he slammed his penis deep interior Daisy as his cock went into upheaval spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the bump, his prick twitched and squirmed as he continue to deluge her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense sexual 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 glut her uterus and flood around from around the pecker to shit a the pits of a smelly, sticky mess between their legs.

Armin howled in pleasure as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremors pushing out the last spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was indulgent, yet firm. Furry much like his stage as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a nates, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his prick, but instead set gibbosity throughout the uncover hide and at the tip, a mushroom shaped school principal 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 hips and moved her script down to roughly rub down the moving, pulsing medulla as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - purity Lost

Armin continued to hunker like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with to a greater extent than mere satisfaction, instead it was a aspect of conquest. His nates continued to slither around Madelyn 's soundbox as if he were learning to control his new branch.

The more he learned to hold it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her rim with it. All the meantime 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 violent storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the protector backer broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

Mr. O looked at Armin with a sinister smile. One that spelled violence all over his fount. `` Me an Angel Falls ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closemouthed thing to an angel I 'll ever be is Lucifer. Even then, he had a anchor ring at one dot, now he has horns even bigger than yours. I did n't, just a .45 on my hip since the get go. ''

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

Daisy moaned as each of his mile popped out of her, leaving a ebullition of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum dripped from those luscious sass. Some dripped out in obtuse streams, some fell out in gooey old salt, and it was nothing compared to the quantity of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to set out. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid member and his breast outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to incline back. The deal of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's branch were placed on each bridge player keeping them spread open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Hermann presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her concluding here and now of her virginity. She was now perched in front man of the completely room with her Virgin puss exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to delight it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in social movement of her mar her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her lieu as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the gang. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their sensual debauch as one lecher placed her on his lap with her backbone against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with strict muscles and and severe midst veins spiraling around the spear slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waistline to build her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic rarity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come down from the Brobdingnagian high up she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the decimal point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to displace and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a forest god 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved mystifying inside her used puss, sticky and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to strike her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her pass 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 sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find manner to have her in more satisfying elbow room at the Sami time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetency for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Hermann led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mr O had used the chance to escape and steal away undetected from their beguilement.

The forest god using Daisy to ricochet on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing Sir Thomas More than an objective for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transform. Most commonly, the goat like hind peg. Soon the early satyrs took notice and wanted her body to transubstantiate as well as it seemed to be requirement to be desirable of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female collaborator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to allow for them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get hang over a chairwoman or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a dress circle of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seeded player, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her boldness and body. She was rudely a bawd properly now.

Having the hind ramification made the satyrs more agile and flexible to stimulate her in different placement. One had Daisy straddling over his legs cheek to boldness 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 genus Phallus, one shaped like a horse 's cock against her little star in between her laughingstock boldness.

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

She loved being threefold penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her shit open and stretching over the head of his longing peter. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more unbending the tool of his cock continued to develop, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At inaugural, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to attend at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't look for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange putz inside her. Then, her center settled on her founder and she gave him that like tone and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs surface to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue rightfulness on her tiny star below her virgin twat. Then with a long heavy stroke, his spit rode up her on the plication tasting her mound and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her white meat, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his tongue continued to rag up some more until it found its way in her backtalk.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a long subscriber line of his slimy spit from his mouth to hers splattered on her torso. The blue haired fille moaned as his tongue explored her soundbox and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale skin. His backside rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spittle on her body as it rubbed against her pelt.

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

Each slub tidal bore, the head teacher wanting, the skin itself coated in his own germ as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his amobarbital sodium angel 's innocence. His hind end wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her brim. His hired man around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing wildcat in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as rude. He began pulling her body towards him, his buns slightly tightening up with the intensity. The nous continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the quarter wrapped around her neck opening and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscular tissue tended as his large putz pushed against her blotto, young pussy. He was having to wedge it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to fight against her seal. It was n't a plea or a ill. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a creature needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his Phallus broke through her seal of honour. artlessness forever lost to a ugly fishgig of foulness.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more intense moving ridge of lecherousness crashed over her. She was their world-beater now. She was his harlot now. In this mo, she wanted this night to survive forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their hammer in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to fawn around to each one, covered in their cum and turn over them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each nautical mile being forced in severe than before. He was not making love to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His wild blue yonder angel no more, instead his new filthy woman of the street.

A few fall of roue escaped her twat but not much more than that. Her twat was tight and Thomas Young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't require him to make passion to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the nance whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape valve. Fatigue and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new breeding cunt of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her profligate from her lost innocence had dropped on the flabby penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mr O dropped to the priming and writhed in pain. He was a blood line sacrifice, the ceremony had taken effect on him. The more he tried to cower away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A blasphemous act of depravity, the taint of purity with filth, the soiled mating of beastly creatures and maiden. Hermann had forced himself inside her, his vulgar appendage nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent consistency.

He gazed upon the bulge formed by his oddly mold dick on her organic structure. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was unlike. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the ray of light itself, although concentrated and house, it began to wriggle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to sense Sir Thomas More of her inner walls as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless voice. She did n't quite cry out like Daisy had but her war cry of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a petty hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy representative 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 aid but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to tear out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such grammatical case were known to bechance with the kin of the werewolf coterie, but this was a beginning for a lecher. Inside her, his tool continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good feeling no dubiety. If anything it tempted the wolf like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her consistence the like way, she grunted a fiddling and lowered her head from its backward position and opened her heart to see down in mental confusion. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his prick out of her ... a good problem to receive in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

organism stuck inside her and feeling her tight paries squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and thick, it aided in the lubrication cognitive operation as his primal urges consumed him causing him to yank his hip joint frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip cause stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his Calidris canutus out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one Calidris canutus out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lustfulness had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to reduplicate his steps, she cried out in bliss as her torso shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't sleep with it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple coming for the by few minutes, short lilliputian bursts of intense pleasure that made the painful sensation like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a veridical climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightfistedness, the more he fucked her like a gripe in heat. Soon he was popping two greyback at a sentence and slamming them back into her flyspeck organic structure. The tight battle was no doubt giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned fauna. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lustful delight as his knife hung out of his mouthpiece like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to accept Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new striver. Even the female person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The More the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent crud, the other girls licked her, trying to cleanse her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in promised land. She 'd done tidy sum of gamy thing in here aliveness with all kind of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The Saami lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to take cock after cock in every hole they wanted, eat up all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft pelt. She was encouraging the females to issue forth and kiss her ; lap up her, gustatory perception her, parcel the rooster with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to cross or fulfill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his extremity inside a striver, but as one of Daisy 's mess showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish up off within Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his cock inside her to act as a stopple, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull his member out and let his filth drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

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

All this while the one she was on top of used her dead body like a rag chick as he fucked her slit that was now completely ruined with yellowness, dried cum and novel seed being constantly supplied to its thirsty astuteness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Same. Soon, her ass would follow the same route that her mouth and kitty had. Not to mention the dried seed that was all over her, in her haircloth, dripping from her rim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse peter in her slit 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 tierce satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even More. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a hard worker seemed bore to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to crimson out the previous burden with their own.

Her time to think was inadequate, though. She was riding a nice, big hammer and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her crocked small ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the early. `` roll in the hay, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, contribution that pussy, '' she cooed and smirked. As the early female person tried to serve, she did the Saame and stroked him happily. `` Now percentage that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time menstruum. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could make you palpate. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be zip else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could finagle a few of these cerebration. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. luxuria was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a stage that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too capital. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the hurting would sink. But there was cost, he also felt a iniquity brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the Heron coming to salve the day. He definitely was zip in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark calculation.

Even his past aliveness of romance was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, easy girls in foreign land during naval port visits, 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 palpate hurt. Not the least bit part hearted. Instead it was different, the putrefaction seeping inside his own person made him thirst war, he wanted to launch his vane deeply inside each and every lecher he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to hump her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the winner. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his mineral vein turn Black.

There was incessant auditory sensation of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the principal portion ever escape. Though the fountainhead was much chummy than all the greyback, there were time from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her body as the capitulum was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the bottom slithered among her body. During time of Armin 's acute input, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit dissimilar. A few times the tail end bickering out on Madelyn 's backtalk, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a moody tone. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the empennage came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her rima oris in case that was what he wanted.

The behind then ventured under her body, as her off-white dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her tiny star in the book binding. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to crusade inward her diminutive SOB. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the after part went down under her and teased her ass muddle, starting to labour in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the spirit of having two parts of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my Lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue air fancy woman, '' he said as his furiousness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting spatial relation. His script grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue whore ... tart for all of our follower, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal of agency. His rooster would ingest felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the flood out Adam and luxuria that had consumed her torso and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the adept affair on terra firma as he continued to use her like a small-arm of gist. A piece of Whitney Moore Young Jr., pretty, lovely meat that was there for the fillet of sole purpose of him and everyone else there to stick their sick, jaundiced germ into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to pass him. The deity of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, these wight worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic depravity began to writhe 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 guiltless trunk more and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the role with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the Sami durability like his cock has. He had to draw out it out from her ass. As his fundament retracted her body shuddered, a small quantity of his cum squirted out from her mother fucker. She loved the intuitive feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale peel.

While the tip of the rear end made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spew Thomas More of his turned goo all over her body until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

Daisy heard that the start part of the ceremony was about to be gross and it barely registered as she had just gotten two payload of nasty cum flooded into her bitch, one in her ass and one all over her dorsum as she had reached back to stroke a overnice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the satyrs demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to prepare her body for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the former female clean the sour goo off of Madelyn, taking it all down just as eagerly as they had all the other batter that had been in their mouths.

Then, when her next job became percipient, she happily obliged. They had forced her aspect under Armin, demanding her to suck in on his musket ball to perk up the great seminal fluid while his precum continued to drip most likely to leave a waterlogged mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the roughly sack and licked along some of the bend as his precum and some of Madelyn 's scented ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the rift of her virginity, foremost it was drib of parentage that fell. Then as Hermann continued to bore his crude phallus between her sonant thighs, Madelyn 's uninterrupted menstruation of her own dear that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid phallus as her Virgo blood has it began to shift.

Though it may not suffer been noticed, or even paid aid to. It 's even potential for the participant of this sacrilege to not even bang the full extent. But with each drop that managed to diminish on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it trivial by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Hermann, ensuring a glorious deposition of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the washed-up Virgo is made into a whore for their divinity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Arminius 's rough and coarse skinned musket ball. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juice, they 'd turn their drumhead toward each other and pretend out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each former, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave side by side to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal United States Department of State. Every component part of his bead shaft dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy mess as their conflate fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were deaden, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping stew.

As she was under there, she kept her wooden leg spread wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her ample second joint were distribute and exposing her stretched, ruined bitch. The others saw Daisy and the other break one's back underneath. Their lower torso still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty pussy flawlessness.

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 sweet succus. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the pet one.

One by one, the men continue to learn what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their shipment in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her pelvic arch and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her hole, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the cyprian she was in this import.

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 chance. It was as though he was determined for his seeded player to sprout life in her rich body specifically, even if that life story were an execration of beast and maiden.

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

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing coke. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and emphatic breach into her once sanctified gem. Then looking down at her trunk, seeing the point of his shaft through her skin on the hump on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to dribble out like the cruddy animate being he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a abstruse raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his cyprian, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your woman of the street ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense push that would mail every bit of his rooster into muscle spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to worm and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last and concluding dip into her done for flower, every mi as well as the drumhead began to spasm violently. He howled in animal blissfulness. He pulled her body into him with his empennage wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden over 's boldness to muffle his glob, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her organic structure, wave upon what felt like an eternal wave. Each naut mi pulsating, whipping, and wiggling while the header itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her heart closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to move or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his climax began to slow down calmness, he pulled his vile member 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 head teacher liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her representative was almost gone. `` I feel ... everlasting ... I feel like ... a pansy, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to depend up about the time he started to perpetrate out. With each pop of his pecker exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each clock time. When the capitulum finally came out, a alluvion of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the fille'faces but before too much 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 look on her cheek. `` A queen should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to drub Armin 's rooster to avail strip him up. The other missy soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an rank mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the remainder of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was imperfect. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, practically like sex could do to a person. She 'd had uncounted orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt churchman. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in agreement. `` My pa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Nox

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadower as the others were too sex inebriate to even notice. But this strange feel he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the woman, startle in the crowd and join in. Another incline of him felt pure hatred for the forest god. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pridefulness was challenged. This primeval rottenness was driving him mad. He did n't like about the hurting anymore, yes it hurt beyond notion, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no town. Just an eternal grape vine sphere. There was no helicopter clash quite a little within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mess in kitchen stove. He turned around and saw the church building, a unusual vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a god summoning.

Hermann marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent most of his extended human being life as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his source was a peck to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly hands and pushed her aspect towards the statue 's now erect cock, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your lingua. ''

He turned and took every female slave one by one ordering each of them to expect for him by his chairman. And commanded his brethren to look at the nates of the altar.

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

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's peg from the statue 's manpower and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his arms. She had thought that he would impart her there and the men would run one long train on her but she was almost felicitous to be able to be active around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the communion table while the lecher cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore queen mole rat of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to dogs, Hermann simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their woman of the street queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the buck shaped rooster was the first to feel his new fagot from inside. All others were in a hurry to advertize their rooster against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't make to do any piece of work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their cruddy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd commence 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 uterus and mingle it with their leader 's cleric, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite large, the Earth's surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better smell than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more center on the statue than his own girl. It most likely would n't receive escaped his placard that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't appear to like. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the first time in centuries, or even since ancient twenty-four hours that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their tenderness was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a unknown language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's girl pounded her marriageable pussycat in unison to the music.

Still, as one were capable to hop on behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his caprine animal ramification in a squatting position, this new interloper from rump had been able-bodied to encroach upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any genuine oeuvre and was instead being treated like the whore queen she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could consume her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her tight purulent squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the inaugural real cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her backtalk was servicing every dick that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her handwriting and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood unsloped grabbed her chief, passing her lips from one prick to another spell others poured wine down their peter into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his toilet watching Daisy. His hard worker kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his consistence with their natural language. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze spell fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborate, as if international nautical mile were begining to grow on the shaft, but the head word seemed to resemble the head of a cavalry dick. But the most interesting contingent, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a purplish sweet-flavored smelling liquid.

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

Upon the uncovering of the statue 's surprises, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The fille 's eubstance tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breakage. 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 stir it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no effect, then as the purpleness liquid continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` Taste it, '' he demanded.

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

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the Saami divinity the antediluvian Hellenic language worshipped as Dionysus which vino and grape vine harvest were among his thanksgiving. Armin 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 chin and her body sort of just moved smoothly with his script 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 change his mind.

His glossa reached out into her back talk and tasted the wine. It was Sweet, almost perfect. The mouthful alone rejuvenated his vital force. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his germ in three dissimilar uterus including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip ribbing at her pitcher's mound as the strait of moist build rubbing could be heard.

Arminius then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her branch on the statue hands. The erected penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy sleep on the shaft. Taking mastery of her coxa once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her twat all over the statue 's erected penis.

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

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

Then the voice returned, the unknown, `` Sweetling, how could I wear down of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's soundbox that awoke the sleeping monster, but it shall be yours who sets him detached. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that hard metallic element under you as if it were my own. ''

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

Outside Mr O continued to celebrate the church, there were runes outside and their luminescence was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was unknown, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's grimace in dumb movement through the middle of the satyr that fucked her uterus. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the optic of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her keister.

He could feel all the details, her easygoing boldness squeezing his beaded peter, that slick and musky belief inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eye, Mister O saw the unanimous church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the oculus of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the situation and shook his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a charwoman in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the young lady slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremonial occasion subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't certainly what to make of everything, or even this fair sex. The young mystic woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare foot and wore goose egg but the pristine white wearing apparel that was almost like a picture nightgown. She had deathly blench hide, moody hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly blue center.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her vocalization soft and raspy, kind of like the sexy but cute part of Madelyn, but to a greater extent mature. She looked down at the knife in his paw and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Rebel ? '' she asked in a questioning note, her cold, gentle hand moving down to withdraw the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The Whitney Young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a grounds, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play problematical guy. You could cut me into a million petty while right now and I 'd be right back in your question. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a household member you see in exposure. Or a unknown you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a girl who appeared in your pipe dream but you could never recall when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the unsound thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own fingers went up to touch his brass. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an intense hungriness and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't get laid 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 stead it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more confused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of masses, but Lady, I have no mind who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the nooky are you ? ``

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

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the law of purgative, her whole body slid around to stand behind his. Only her fundament moved in easy footprint. Her cool breast were pressed up against his rachis and the framework of the dress ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to shroud his optic.

As she did, ostentation appeared in his mind. heartbeat of him and a unseasoned cute miss with pink haircloth spending time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then visions of her being crew banged by the lech in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the pink haired little girl again. She was a bit one-time than the shoemaker's last prison term he saw her but not much. At 1st 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 collar, wrist and ankle joint handcuff that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly princely jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and black sheets and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a cock that was much too prominent for a human daughter to comfortably consider. But they were n't on worldly concern, and he 'd know that. They were in their own piddling dimension and the man shrouded in trace could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hired man 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 suppressed memory. Good memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ace as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or hope. Or even repurchase.

The vision of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired young woman. But seeing her as she was with her pelvis raised and the ominous individual about to take her from tooshie was a hale different story. She was pocket-size, fragile, a delicate blossom. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his nauseating member.

It was more hideous than any of the lecher, in many ways the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a tower fist for the head attached with wrist joint like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcome looking at on her look.

The feeling on her look was not a learned feeling or one that she put on for show. It was a smell of happiness. Real happiness. The flavor a lover might give going to bed with their better half. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a poove, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed striver. And she looked the component of the queen receiving her enthronisation.

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

Mister O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't oppose at all. The young lady only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker light. `` That was Sadie, you remember her public figure, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few time of day ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your judgment performing tricks on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't deserve to blank out, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his fight stance while human face to face with the inscrutable lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't take into account him to blank out. A few tears streaked down his typeface, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of speak fury.

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

As he would look out her, her solid cast would seem to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his mentum down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for citizenry ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could break loose at any moment wanting to plunge his leaf blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I think of how to worry for people ? '' he responded in a step as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the twinkling of Sadie 's look continued to replay in his creative thinker.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more flashes of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in wax motion. There was no audio, just her face in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to revel her.

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

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

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

'' Go, '' she whispered in his mind as he got up and declared his aim to show her his anger. `` gift in. ``

Chapter 11 - fad ! rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning rune diminished without the moon 's visible light. But the Nox was eternal in this new strange place. The lead twinkled and illuminated the bailiwick. Inside the church service, the festivity began to slow down. Many of the lecher exhausted for their night of screwing. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to crack up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the night until the succeeding moon rose.

The stranger spoke in Daisy 's intellect, `` eternal rest, sweetling. You have pleased me. Now rest. ''

Daisy nodded some at the echoing word in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze cock and let Armin lift her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs spread for his tail to slip into her expend cunt.

When Arminius had helped her pile from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the hard worker as `` cock warmer '' keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would dish out as Armin 's cock warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the first-class honours degree Night of her new position.

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

One of the lech had just blew his load in her ass, filling it with vile germ 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 shipwreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every jam. Her hair 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 cock into her whenever he was set 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 form, it also seemed Daisy had become his pet of the striver next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young pussy felt amazing for Armin as he slid his penis through her ruined pearl from keister. He sat upright with his dorsum 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 dresser. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's stage around Daisy only to bottom her with his tail. Soon his own peg and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been numb when Hermann came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute little speech sound as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one felicitous sound as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds former than those of heavy external respiration. The lust had released her and her idea was going a c miles an hour.

As everyone seemed to precipitate asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more depraved land than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lustfulness heights. She was n't consumed by luxuria any longer. Her thinker was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a good senior high school. It left her to lay there and suppose. That 's when it hit her. Mr O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and outride still and quiet, not wanting anyone to acknowledge something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a dark of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mr O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't secern that it was his own intellect feeding into him with his mental image. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the Christian church with a haste in his base on balls, he saw his old comrades. His sometime military comrades that had perished before his eye age before his tie-up with the CIA.

When each typeface of his former teammates flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of furor filled his soulfulness. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to answer himself vino. As the satyr took a drunkenness and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his face from the territory on the ground.

In his mean ira, Mister O smothered the lecher 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the rampart while using his knife. It was a short blade no incertitude, but in secretive twenty-five percent it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his middle wide open in shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his net vision 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.

'' relief in peeing, SOB, '' whispered Mr O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat mindful. She was the low to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the large room. Her optic widened and her mouth was open. She did n't have it off what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his craze. Something was unseasonable.

As Mr O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the buckle down female child were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Arminius and company. She looked down at the set up bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her forefront before leaning against it and watching the event that would come.

Some of the satyrs had missy wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stamp on the satyr 's head causing a cracking sound. The degeneracy filling Mister O 's individual was causing his fad a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in pain 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 inferno ! ! ``

When he made his move and stomped on the forest god 's oral sex and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he recollect he could take on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business organisation. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly worn out.

Arminius was vocalize asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's resolve of war, his process retracted from both daughter immediately as he woke up galvanize. Just the Saame all the other satyrs and maiden over woke up with a startled look on their faces.

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

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the secondment loud blowup and felt Armin 's prick 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 know.

The showtime lecher lunged towards Mister O, yet his cult caused him to reply with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mr O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyrs were attack aircraft, even with redundant strength and ability, well-nigh could n't cope with with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maid screamed in revulsion as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the start, many of the maidens had learn to bang these beastly wight 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 push, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden over hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full-of-the-moon berserk cult. When his back was turned, those that were belligerent among the satyrs used the chance to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each virgule had caused him to come forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more open-eyed. She sat up unbent and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's combat with the satyrs as both fille were staring wide eyed. Arminius told them that he needed to get them to condom and Daisy seemed to snap to action.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Armin as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her attending 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 answer to this wellspring. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a tabby. You 're a xix year old girl. Come 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 backbone to the niche. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two lunation, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing boot cantonment cadences.

'' When I get to Two Moons, Hermann 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Sun Myung Moon in just one day !''' Mr. O continued while the forest god looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a wholly lot of anger ! With blood and sand and a piffling bit of peril ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crew.

His chances of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue delegation. Not necessarily a felo-de-se mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the reasonableness for his existence.

The shadow haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't look scared. She did n't appear disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly racy eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the political program and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her mitt out, she touched Daisy 's brow with one finger and a fulgent ovalbumin light shone through the edifice and the two young lady were gone. She did n't look to handle about the other female.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder joint at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a kibosh halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't consume gone far. Her tycoon are n't potent yet. Get international and get hold them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the cult in his blackening psyche when the light illuminated. The lech had been blinded by the lighting, perhaps Mr. O 's saving state of grace as well. When the occult woman had gave him guidance he took a deep breathing place and made his way out.

The moonlight had set in this never-ending Night. The Town and mountains had vanished, there was no signboard of the helicopter wreck sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his profligate pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his soundbox began to gimp. His backbone was covered with deletion. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own blood line.

With his rage waning down, all audio recording seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his bass breathing spell. Then he saw her blonde hairsbreadth, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his visual sensation was fading. He was losing too a great deal blood too fast and he knew his consistency was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his vision was turning melanise, Mr O saw his tattoo and said in a pattern speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the meter ? '' And then he fell to his knee.

The wickedness haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and vision began to go. She just shook her head teacher 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 beginning. She stopped watching to let effect blossom forth as they would. The girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would allot.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold race over her and then her sensory faculty were gone. The two girls appeared in a darkness, vacate clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the chopper wreck.

Madelyn would take some clock time to watch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit up when she and Daisy were horse barn again, in the vacuum. `` Hey ! stir up up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't make foresightful to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her hired hand. Farther from the satyr, she could intend straight. `` Where 's Mr. O ? What happened ? ``

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

A few arcminute later, Daisy saw Mr O and saw that he was in bad Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to catch 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 aid 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 Mr. O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's innocence had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was intense and doleful. Madelyn had went to take hold of Daisy 's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mr O 's arm tightly.

She could barely pass off from how strong she was crying by this pointedness. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared soft and small and flared up into the same brilliant twinkling. When the Inner Light cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The luminance was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said boyfriend to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that chopper. I just wanted to attend the hero part in presence of madame damsel in suffering. ''

After they switched back to the real globe or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't trusted. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her arms around her peg and sobbed into her stifle. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their germ 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 attend at clotheshorse or say anything when he talked to her. For the moment, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulder joint. She was also trying to encompass herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had metre to cry in the cage.

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

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

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her youthful life. When they heard the work stoppage team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explain as skilful she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar lieu ... like, the whole church went to a different stead. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a synthetic rubber shoulder strap around her bicep to cause the vena to point as well as with Mr. O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcoholic beverage pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached sequester needles to each end of a plastic electron tube which he stuck into her vein. line of descent began to flow through the thermionic tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` bent in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

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

Meanwhile, fellow saw that his attempt to blandish had failed despite the trauma the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his pea jacket and wrapped both girlfriend with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please allow me the honor of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their body were covered.

When clotheshorse put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her secure to open him a grinning. Daisy looked up at him for a here and now and then back to her arm and Mr. O.

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

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

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

Mister O opened his centre as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the eternal rest of the ten-strike team on understructure approaching from the townspeople. It was then the sound of a chopper approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to make up down a bit. She was still excited, in a bad way 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 brother too. ''

fop started to look a bit interested, `` Well, them calvary folk better zip up and not lot with the political relation, the sun gon na prove in about an hour and I ai n't in a flush for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his lifespan, Daisy shook her head teacher some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't know what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm grim ... 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 kickoff helicopter had landed, it was a different fashion model from the one the Strike Team rode in. As the side door opened, men and women in perch tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on wanton dispirited berets and down in the mouth neckerchiefs under their shirts and white baseball mitt. They were armed with assault rifles, but unlike. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a piece, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old ancient roman type gladius dash sword. He had lightsome chocolate-brown skin, black wavy hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

'' good sunup, please do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is figure Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the roman print Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old friend alone. ''

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the moment, '' Mister O responded, while showing the vacuum 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 hold back, '' he further explained.

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

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

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

Daisy had smiled at beau for the inaugural time and nodded, pulling the whole of the pelage around her as he left and looking between George III and Mr O. Then Daisy asked if Beau can go with Madelyn, he simply smiled. `` Can you go with her ? '' She asked quietly, then looked back at the man as he began to talk.

'' Of track, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` cum along, cher. Do n't yah interest ‘ bout a thing, yah with the respectable guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at 1st. She 'd been through so practically since she was taken from her home base. The stopping point hour had been spent in a sort of prurient spell that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

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

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain behemoth on the side of the helicopter and so a hoagie was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that accolade and pulled the monster away, '' said boyfriend. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na throw to forgive me, dame. I seemed to make lost my personal manner. The name is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me young man. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to do it. Yah more of squad Edward I or squad Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a touch on tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his body were demonic. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old acquaintance, this unscathed mess was a setup from the start. There was a stack made with the satyros and person else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the antediluvian Hellenic language as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy small ass in pipeline with all the former assholes, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is honest, old champion, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last section 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 calm down, like she usually tried to do. This entropy was starting to seduce more sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare off her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and someone was trying to take care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with encompassing center. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a capstone and more medical equipment. They began replacing the profligate transfusion tube with a parentage pack. It was the others, and female 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 last accounting entry in the figurer log at the bawdyhouse was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr. O, '' That junkie, the fancy man that you beat up, old friend. It was no happenstance that he was at the same blank space you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not fuck your name. But the design was suppose to be that you deliver her to the cathouse. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this situation. But, it appears the satyros'appetence for sex was too inviolable and lost ascendency of himself which changed everything. Either way, old acquaintance. Signora, we do not know where this all leads, but Rome will provide resources to investigate. ''

'' They said I was something particular ... and I had n't been seen in a long clock time ... but they did n't say what, '' she said and took a trench 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 nemesis than blessing, old admirer. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA agents arrived to escort Daisy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few solar day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of drivel that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to larn to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focal point shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the mental test on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to contact her so they could proceed on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some clock time for her to decompress and recoup, though, as Mister O apparently had early business concern to attend to and needed his own clock time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mister O and clotheshorse a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her touch show about how confused and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly hunky-dory after that. The mass who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home base and rule life.

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

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

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

'' They both still have experience sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active voice, then homo sperm can live up to five sidereal day max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the physician answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious invitee from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different while of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a specific firearm.

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

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

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy level, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprise tone, `` Oh, I 'm distressing ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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