Broken backer

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blond woman named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few weeks ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the limited purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full phase of the moon well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her living had fallen apart and she just wanted the heights, 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 ripe friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the only mortal 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 organization. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thoughts straight person and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the eve when a dark SUV rolled up succeeding to an old church. Drug addiction rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his nighttime case, black polished chelsea thrill and his neatly cut black fuzz combed in a fauxhawk elan with a scruffy beard covering enceinte scruff on his human face.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his rima oris he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his 50. From there Mr. O threw the cigar to the man's foot as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Samuel Johnson, my name is Mr. O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breath. `` You do n't search too good. How about we speak in individual ? '' said Mr. O.

As Daisy exited the construction with her small bag of belongings, she saw the aspect going on outside the pith. She gasped and could n't help but observe. For some grounds she felt compelled to follow the scene, feeling an resistless urge to and border on the man, the one in the suit.

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

The early man fell to his knees and began to mewl, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! soul ... help ! Call the police ! ``

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

"Three !"Mr O started counting,"come on, Carl, where 's the young woman ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her topographic point on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the law. There seemed to be a girlfriend missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a tec or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her best to appear seemingly calmness in manner, she took a cryptical breathing place. After readying herself as best she could her base brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so busy with the now have words man he did n't comment the girl approach. But, hearing the set phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

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

'' Hey, you gon na help ? ``, he asked Daisy as they hadn't run far, `` Seeing Assuming as you 're familiar with ancient Illuminati code wrangle, you 're here to help oneself, right ? ``

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

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

As she was trying to reply, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to occur out victorious. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code lyric. She seemed even more confused for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't have intercourse. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it think ? ``, 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 get off Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's supporter. `` In the old days of my organization, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not routine someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the disruption had attracted a crowd of mass to watch, Mister O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the body. `` Okay, I do n't know who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll arrest up to you eventually. So please deliver me that trouble, '' Mr O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't cognize what was going on. He explained what the musical phrase meant and she nodded a footling bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suited man was telling her that she could either arrive with him or run and she did n't really wan na run, but she had no thought 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 electronic computer screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automate vocalization spoke, `` greeting, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Fri. ``

Then the computer concealment filled with diverse track record, constabulary records, medical phonograph recording 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 phonograph recording of affiliation to any secret society, cabal, or shadow organization. deliver a good day. ''

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

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, tail Spectrum segmentation. You can say we look into and operate outside the realm of pattern by societal touchstone. But what 's your level ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue backer

He pulled into the driveway of a random family in quiet suburbia. It was nothing out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulation.

'' There 's a lady friend missing, and this is her house. Daisy, look, you probably have no idea what the fucking is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the doorway. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front doorway is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

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

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

'' Her gens is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the bulwark. Among those in the portrayal, there was teenage girl with coloured blue hair, a real cute smile and a fille next door eccentric of beauty.

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

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

'' We 'll mete out with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his computer storage. But I wan na designate you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many works of pilfer art hung on the wall.

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from man to assemble. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty well-to-do to state 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 have it off how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a content to someone ... Do you know if the runic letter have any ties to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

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

Mr O then opened his pad of paper which seemed to short-circuit all countersign restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's don :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in fuss and I need your help. I 'm going to call you soon ! erotic love you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain to a greater extent, `` This electronic mail came in less than a week ago. Soon soul at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up diverse supernatural websites. Not the cheesy Gothic architecture style stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the heart of Venice. And then three Clarence Day ago her admirer reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mr O then brought up police disk regarding the man, `` He 's a known fancy man. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college miss barely able to keep their tutelage monetary value. And bet what we have here, the dark of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was respectable news. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be alright or easy to find. She watched him with the lozenge, showing her all of the info he had found. The girl 's mother was perfectly, her Father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the Fatherhood made her venter turn. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a manus through her blonde hair.

'' This altogether thing makes me regurgitate, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girlfriend is with her Father of the Church ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that e-mail and the way all this pipeline up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sealed, '' she said, taking a breathing place. `` But how does that guy flirt into this then ? '' it was Thomas More of a thought out flashy than a question to him.

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

Daisy took a mysterious breath when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` OK, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the coterie of coffin nail from her sac and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves 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 speech sound could be heard. The whirl was enough to stimulate the closest neighbor to top out out the windows.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay aid from the auditory sensation coming from inside the menage and smoked her fag. Finally, she turned back to the room access and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to happen next.

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

'' We got a lead, '' Mr O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You bequeath to do some undercover ? There 's a cathouse in the Albanian district 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 person

Minutes began to roll up by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no average street pimp, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good funding surgery, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the cellar, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to rub out his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the house of ill repute is a meet up point to commute the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the matter, based on the sept portraiture and the kinsfolk depiction, we assume Madelyn has a warm bond with her footprint father. But after him disappearing and then her mom qualifying, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the enquiry remains, do you think the Padre is a victim or is he one of the SOB ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cult and the pimp, she nodded in sympathy and ran a hand through her pilus. When he asked the interrogative, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick look about it. To me, the signs percentage point to something bad. I do n't consider he 's the victim, but that 's just my flavour. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Alfred Bernhard Nobel Peace trophy recipient, Sebastian nonsuch to take the new cultivating island off the coast of Gronland, just north of Iceland. His do-gooder nature and drive to better mankind has made him the apotheosis choice for this new colony, '' the receiving set reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the design. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's toady and you 'll venture to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the chum host, I 'll tell them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking solution. But, stay close to me, '' Mr O explained.

Daisy seemed quite worry in the radio receiver show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her pinna perk up and take heed. Perhaps she was just aegir to hear any news show in the macrocosm since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for calendar week.

When he started to explain the architectural plan, Daisy nodded confidently. `` O.K., I can do that, '' she said.

Daisy started thinking of ways to take a shit 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 wearing apparel when she found out she was getting to go out rehab. She lifted her mitt and ruffled up her fuzz some and few little smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun islet but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge mountain but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double yield. The look of her being hard put no dubiety 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 interrupt matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for purpose in life.

'' You look peachy, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll lead. '' And then as they got off the state highway, they passed a foretoken notifying their entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life sentence. But, within the residential district also lurked a secret religious sect of cultists using the community to hide their shadow employment. `` face around, it should be labeled as a auberge of some sort. It has no public figure, just a hostel 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 drive to the part of the metropolis they were going to and when they got there, he told her to take care out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and homes, 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 stoppage a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his fomite a couple cube from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building cargo and unloading passengers.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` be my tip and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a safety. He was sitting in the like situation 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 recreate the component. `` I can be a pretty skillful actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really mind the rough handling. She knew it was portion of the act. She put a expectant frown on her typeface and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd call on her eubstance and try to agitate against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrate suspiration and say him to let her go.

Mister O did n't reply verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as piece of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old flat edifice with discharge elbow room with the exception of old beds used for service.

Inside more dispossessed looking stragglers stood near the entering, no dubiousness they were guard. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit doors were outdoors, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college class, most looking alien were being forced to swear out older men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made rag dissonance as he led her into the edifice. She was looking around and giving dirty looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were sentry duty. When they got inside, she looked stunned. voice of her was, but she figured it fit the piece since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor daughter, god only knew the thing that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` Wine, cleaning lady, to which I act the silly goat, '' he said to the people in the business office. `` I work for Carl LBJ, '' Mister O added.

The the great unwashed in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the chief as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food for thought while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third flooring, elbow room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is Virgin like female child with dismal pilus. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Around his body were a pair of female peg, as he turned around he revealed a naked little girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a tabular array. She began to sit just as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the site, Mister O noticed the youth daughter had the man 's seed dripping from her vain vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a fairly young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

'' Young and fertile, '' said the man with an stress, `` That 's how I enjoy my bailiwick. I test out the new missy, if they bare our fry then my kin grows. But, if not, then they fuck for money and provide for my kin. ``

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

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

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slack paced walk, with each footstep his iron heel thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant life his cum into productive bodies like yours. My payoff ... .eternal youthfulness. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the grace Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to flora his seed. '' As he explains his intention with one mitt around her and the other touching her tum where the womb is located, `` I can palpate it ... Djall 's issue will get inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his dentition were ilk fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long solidus with his natural language licked her from her neck opening then ups the English of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this terra firma for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to disrobe her. Something about her scent and appreciation caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you mean ? I 'm just a individual ! 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 to a greater extent. And then gunshot erupted on the bottom of the inning story, men were yelling throughout the hallway. When she heard gunshot, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The strange amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunshots almost seemed eternal, the craze man with horns 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 react to anything but her. He continued to bait her.

With a look of insatiable lust in the horned man 's cheek, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall attend Djall. In two Sun Myung Moon when my kin plant Djall 's seed into the virgin by the Father-God, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help show his ruler over this new territorial dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pant as his vile Phallus, a monstrous version of a man 's rooster emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy wine like color with odd shapes like that of a serial of grayback and stud piercing along the slam. Her pants now halfway down her thigh along with her panties and here he was pulling his tool out of his pants. This man did n't even appear to observe the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not pervade her, he savored the feel of her pussy rubbing against the top of the beam of light. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some clock time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favour with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

Her eyes saw his vile peter as it slid between her ramification and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her rosehip and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and make your God Almighty offspring, I 'll throw a higher luck of being rewarded for my servicing ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me dependable and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her custody move back to her thorax, where she undid a few button of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere bass down, perhaps it wasn't.

His grinning was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his natural language escaped his mouth. It was a foresighted skinny and forked tongue like that of a Hydra. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed cutis. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the paries.

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

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

But just as he was so distracted, the doorway burst assailable 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 barb rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

Along with Daisy, Mister O unfold fired on him. The heater were in force against him, though being increased in power it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a pattern human being.

Stunned, the horned man complained in skepticism with his final Christian Bible, `` No, impossible ! I am aeonian ! 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 trusted I was bushed before enjoying some sexy metre with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the young girl 's heart rate, the girl that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the mother fucker in the authority, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the outset few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the early girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

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

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr. O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment work party en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying nipper of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to assist them. Let 's header back to Madelyn 's theatre until we have more details. ``

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

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semi surprises smell, `` Djall in the States ? Strange that they would summon him here, his follower are normally found in Eastern EEC. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runic letter hidden in the painting were some kind of attunement runic letter. A mean to make her dead body equal to of his toleration. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nighttime. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the chance to do so.

'' okay, this makes more than mother wit now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American English tradition these days, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to mind to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old story and wives tarradiddle. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in United States of America, nodding and letting out a belittled laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while big vans pulled in. From the chopper, men and women in tactical train fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to draw near the building. From the van, many in dark suit of clothes arrived.

'' operative O, we will take aim 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 dark Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of hoi polloi in the dark suits with combat boots. `` 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 pile. It was so foreign to her. The fair sex said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to match and she followed him back to the motortruck. `` He ... also said that 'my form'had n't existed here in a long time ,'I do n't know what he meant, '' she explained.

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

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

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

minute earlier, in an undisclosed placement, a small-scale deserted town is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church building that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the news of a man in tutelage. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the windowpane. He appeared in his mid-forties and had gray-haired haircloth. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, wickedness dressed pair of men with one others in the device driver rear and another riding scattergun. She looked tired and disturbance. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and evidence 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 home by some weirdy and taken to a building full of scumbags and pitiful girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip bare and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, cold food and given urine to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-hi air sock and flats to match. Her hair's-breadth was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the side door. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and punk seemed different 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 brothel, they all had French horn coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the Christian church, each of the cloaked men bowed their chief while continuing to intonate.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few sidereal day but none of them would recite her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cap, the stripling 's heart widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her piano, grating vocalism. A spokesperson boy had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My grim angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small-scale child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to spill the beans about, my gloomy Angel. You have no estimation how peculiar you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the focusing of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pop ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these multitude ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't have a go at it what to opine or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no incertitude he had groovy affection for the young little girl, `` seminal fluid, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

As the man sat down on his own chairperson, the rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to rent a bottom.

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a cramp van with four strangers. I 'd rather fend, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and frighten and hurt over what had happened the finis days.

Her father began to explicate the situation, `` I know you have many questions, peach, but there are things you should roll in the hay. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been active a long clock time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in erotic love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you farm. But what you have to interpret is that my life 's purpose was to find the confessedly vas for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teen. The many students I had taught in my college learning artwork classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first off yr of college and came to gossip me in my classroom. Do you commend how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the polarity, the glowing runic letter, I knew I had to take them dwelling house and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. set aside me to show you a new human beings, '' he insisted.

He was saying affair that did n't realise sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake off her capitulum and fight the crying building up in her middle.

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

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

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her Pres Young public figure, the youth in her face as well as her teenage style of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something dissimilar. She was more than just the nineteen year old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to heed. I 've been awake for a long time, thirster than near. You see, I have found a way to cheat dying Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to U.S.A. in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home plate of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange legislative act made of bronze sitting at the communion table of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her Church Father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and comply the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi picture or Lovecraft story. It was unusual to learn him tattle like this. He was usually so lucid and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be serious ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a scowl, running a helping hand through her retentive blue devil hair.

'' They ca n't bring back mamma, it does n't crop like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't crop that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a inscrutable breathing place, `` Please separate me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sentiency that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her founding father raised his handwriting at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sentience of seriousness and a Isaac Stern tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will suit clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a foreign alien language.

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

'' papa, waiting ! What is going on ? ! '' She darted out and tried to keep an eye on him but the men stopped her.

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

At first it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo off their bridge player 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 diminished daughter though as she was soon grab and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her Padre continued while the dark paries of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to radiate. Her Father-God stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around trumpet began to spud from his forehead as similar markings on his brass also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide-eyed heart and an open rima oris when her father began to grow horns and glowing. She had thought the other men were just loony and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her weapon were being held and there were hands all along her physical structure, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to fight or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two lunar month

nowadays time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the shopping centre console. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the fascia, in the screen was a light-haired woman that began to lecture with a European accent, '' Greetings, PI O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in finicky we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the like deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest time, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, birth rate, and religious disco biscuit. ``

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

'' outdoor stage by, we will let you cognize when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the adult female and then at Mister O a few meter and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talking but trying to keep back up. When the call was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to break his thoughts.

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

'' The team is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a capital assist, but you are a civilian and not a educate sherlock. I 'm sure you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient mystifying codification and the forest god implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your inspection and repair today and we will be in mite if you should decide to find resolution 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 space for her, be it for her safety or because the thing that were going to pass were top-secret or something.

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

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not indisputable how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the little girl returned to safe and wanted to lie with what the forest god meant but she did n't know what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a petty bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the wholly church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The contingent filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely raw and thrusting savagely into a young womanhood that appeared in her mid twenty dollar bill. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were plenty of female child there seeking to receive massive delight from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the old man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way conclude and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would strain their digit in the Cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the offspring young lady, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any item that would take them there.

Just behind the don was the bronze statue that overlooked the trial by ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor experience 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 townspeople. Outside of the church seemed desolate. But then, there was one sign that left a clue to their localisation. A wooden office leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, `` Two Moons Vineyard. ``

The far away from the church, the unknown the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral carpenter's plane. A nigrify raven suddenly landed rectify in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a spate of raven flew in circles around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to fume and purl around her. Then, she heard the reverberance and winced.

Within the black-market gage, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his brain was covered in a melanize bag while wielding two crude looking vane. He approached Daisy with his head teacher down and echoes of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

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

The closemouthed the smoky dark one approached, the louder the rustle as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reaching, behind Daisy that familiar patrician representative had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. fire up 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 conceive her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to love improve than to give the sack a confidential information, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to meet on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' seminal fluid inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front door.

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

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the suit of clothes the others wore, they all each had on veritable clothing such as denim pants or freight with jersey along with black tactical geartrain. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in exceptional was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking ones had scruff and beards with inadequate whisker, this other man had prospicient hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with respective throwing daggers and a fighting steel.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one bridge player to recognize her `` well hullo, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me swain, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed magnetic though his centre were a tincture of red with pale skin.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met swain, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys testicle cap is Doc holiday, our medical officer. Nate `` One sentence '' Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you delight explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to pick up her thought process a bit. `` I saw a drear billet, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in moody apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each early, all together. Then I saw a blue haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grapevine flying field. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapevine airfield ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of prolificacy, spiritual rapture, ritual madness, and wine making. A hedonistic deity. It would make mother wit if they chose a place near the harvest home of wine, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to change out his apparel into jeans and a t-shirt with iron boot and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to expect on the map.

Beau being his pattern self tried to make illumination of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his grin revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mr. O instructed as he started loading ammunition magazine in the ammo pouches of his singlet, `` Daisy, there are several potential locations with vinery. Do you call back anything else ? ``

'' Two Sun Myung Moon Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and intimate, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The Ithiel Town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her forefather with the others. ``

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

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

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

'' wellspring, doll, what is that ? '' said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a Corvus corax plume stuck on her foot. ``

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each early for a moment, `` We need to go now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his side arm on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and day of reckoning. They're usually found near hospitals, catastrophe, terrorist flack. ''

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

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means last and destruction is coming, '' Mister O explained while making his way out the firm and into one of the motortruck. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping arse, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is sure as shooting to moderate to mass death, '' he explained.

Daisy looked between Doc and Mr O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes mother wit, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her tomentum. She did n't tell them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the matter that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and inquire about. She might ask about it at a recent clip, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - black Raven Down

The drive in one of the truck was n't a good deal significant. A lot of the squad appendage including Mister O spent nigh of the drive locking and loading their hitman and calibrating their cathode-ray oscilloscope.

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

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' hit Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more luxuriously testosterone brawniness head type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd accept to help them figure out which townspeople was which. `` If the others do n't depend anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the hand truck but she did n't beware it too much.

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

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

Outside of the truck in an subject field, two whirlybird with spinning vane awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One clip, '' and war hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc vacation, dandy, and Mister O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to take the hand truck also boarded the chopper with Big Papi.

The helicopter although black blue seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and self-colored in colour. As soon as everyone boarded, both chopper took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her straits simply in response to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her opinion, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab good sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roommate had been nice enough not to recoil her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a rule 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 eggbeater in the middle of some uncanny dump surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr. O and Doc holiday sat on the border on inverse final stage of the eggbeater with their hitman pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each other over the loud propeller noise as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight of steps, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing province lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

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

Then from Mr O and Daisy 's sentiment, muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's helicopter. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the engine caught on fire. The blonde gasped when she saw the flashgun from the other whirlybird.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon answered and there were more important thing as the former eggbeater caught on flack and started to go down.

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

Then all of the sudden a flock of ravens flew along English of the helicopter, first Doc holiday open fired, then Mr O as it shifted from English to side. The raven poofed into pitch-dark smoke and appeared as a man with vulgar blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their helicopter and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

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

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

Doc tried his best to subscribe to dominance of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mr O on the other bridge player saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` deem 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 experience to leap out at some point so she had washed-up her smash. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the thick of the chaos, he saw her fount and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few multiplication he saw her smile like when she tried to wait her part for the bagnio which caught his aid, perhaps a sentiency of attracter he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that survey of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her brace for the impending crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing place hung on her thorax and she closed her eyes squiffy and squeezed her limb around Mr O. She was n't sure as shooting what happened succeeding. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the side by side few second. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a direct clank but still spin around around and slue across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at high up speed.

It felt as if gravitational attraction slipped away from around them as her feet stopped touching the metal floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the pearly anymore and before they hit the primer, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would chance themselves somewhat dependable on the flat coat, far from the crash. She 'd never recognise 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 eggbeater crash site was a estimable Swedish mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a mystery story.

'' 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 spinal column of the head teacher by a blunt physical object.

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's sire ordered the lech that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as stemma sacrifice, now the ritual is arrant. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them witness our gloriole, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the church to extend their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the low gear fiddling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't blockade vociferation and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and dark rituals in presence of her and it seemed to accept some consequence on the immature girl. Her beginner had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more lull, more stoic. The previous night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the cleaning lady in the cult took her from her John Milton Cage Jr., stripped her of her clothes and deal bathed her. She did n't fight back it. She almost seemed to delight the special attention.

The daughter was either so shock that she could do nothing but accept her lot or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the reason she had been brought here to fill out. Even Madelyn herself could n't focalize on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own psyche. However, the thought of her Father of the Church using her for such rite still made her desire to split into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in different places along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the John Cage and made to look on more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the adjacent day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hour before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the wallop but by some force she did n't know and she 'd gone into a inscrutable, saturnine sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church building. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to eternal rest. She 'd launch herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very misfortunate state from the impingement and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their name, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't recollect she 'd been talking that much as they had eventually gagged her. Some of the cultist men had touched her and made commentary about her soundbox and some of the women had said she could be another of the cult 's sexual sacrifices.

Mister O did n't screw how farsighted he was out, but another splash of dusty water was thrown on his face giving him a electrical shock to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some metre, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessary for the blood forfeit to watch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat bloodline, `` Is that suppose to daunt me ? Your public figure is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your finally figure is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low pace god so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to ascertain More about him. ''

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

Armin did n't appear too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into regret when I bring my God into this sad world, '' Armin warned.

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

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

Just then, the riot continued between the satyrs and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be joy slaves for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slaves wanted to extend themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father introduce the beginning of the ceremony. A flurry of butterfly filled her belly when the striver approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An unvoluntary one of set and desire. When they opened the John Milton Cage Jr., they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breathing spell, stood up and let them take her bridge player and help her step down from the platform that the batting cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in straw man of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a dependable job of fighting the itch to compensate herself.

As the the ceremonial drew near to its main consequence, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the woman intruder, she will now join in Djall 's resplendence, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful itch with two of the female slaves.

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

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

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was magniloquent than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost nigh of her sister fat by now. Her soundbox had a little more due date to it, though with slightly smaller breasts than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the adult female started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to love this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to accomplish or whatever place they needed to put the accessary. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with partiality jewelry as if to prep her some more. watchband, bobbysock, and finally a livery to finalize her array for the ceremonial while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While nearly of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their distaff better half like savage animals, Hermann stood there breathing hard while the char he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to serve him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to germinate like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his look still resembled his humanly flesh. His side still familiar to Madelyn as her Father-God.

The other satyrs'lower dead body were furred, much like those depicted in art along with cohere feet, but still retained man shaped branch. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped pecker. In Renascence art, satyr were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good grounds as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the house of ill repute had the Same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the slam knotted similarly like those of anal retentive bead, but the head portion was much more of the common mushroom cloud anatomy. The former, his hammer was shaped very similarly like that of a gymnastic horse, but not as tremendous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the beam of light appeared to broaden more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the adult female servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her bridge player and led her to her Padre. `` turn over your daddy a osculation, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a unknown trance while his putz penetrated the other miss. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more observable they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in nominal head of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a bit but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes Fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat substructure, but before she could, something seemed to shift inside her. She went back to his sass and gave him a hungry, passionate osculation, letting her arms wrap around his neck opening.

As Madelyn was brought over to her Fatherhood, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arms. She did n't fighting or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their bodies nearly touching hers. She could see their rooster and how exchangeable they looked to the man at the bordello. As Daisy watched this, a soft fiddling moan escaped her lip. There was something so ... depraved, yet consummate in that kiss.

One of the letch approached Daisy from buttocks, his knotted shaped shaft began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each grayback had a head of stimulation. The other with the sawbuck like mold cock erected upwards as if it tried to pass towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her rightfield on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped pecker teased the outside of her dampening rim and her clit. This seemed to be having an issue on the blond, causing her to squirm Sir Thomas More and close her eyes as her tegument flushed a little bit as it heated up from her eubstance experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the centre of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the backbone let out his prongy tongue as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a separate glossa licked her from the bottomland of her chin then up her lips trying to sample her. When the knife wrapped around her neck and started to figure out her skin, her hint caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to delight the feeling, even as the other started to work out her.

There was something about Daisy in item that seemed to proceed these two from just forcing themselves to require her, but it seemed as if they could turn a loss their ascendence any second. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shady man with a companion voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to resist ? state me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at offset Arminius 's osculation was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young dame he raised since her childhood. But the more their osculation continued, the more than he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his knife also transformed into the branch lingua the others had.

She knew when he came into the early woman. It was well-fixed to tell. Madelyn did n't stop the candy kiss, breathing out through her olfactory organ and bringing her consistency closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the effective kisser but she definitely put the movement and lust into it.

Passionate buss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her oral cavity. Pleasurable moans became beast like growls. One of his helping hand grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her back talk.

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

He pulled her down onto her articulatio genus as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In nominal head of his girl, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping audio with each knot that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the brain of his turncock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head portion seemed to continually move and twitch like a turn musculus. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my dismal angel. ``

The new young woman was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big cat valium eyes, licking the thick saliva off her lips. He told her to houseclean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his pecker.

Her falter returned but she made herself tend down and lick some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the first off gustatory modality, she was all about it. Her knife went up and down his strange cock, seeming to have no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could encounter. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's prick seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to proceed to seep out More of his germ. Watching his little girl use her spit to pleasure him began to eat away the human beings he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her aspect below him servicing his dark desires.

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

The words seemed to sink into Daisy 's brain as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young female child lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the representative asked her if she wanted to taste the cock, she moaned out garish 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 lecher touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgo how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your trunk to work him transform once more. ``

As the spokesperson 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 stifle beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning spinal column

Arminius roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was clear his cock reacted to every single touch. The early two lech may ingest backed off to let Daisy go about Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the net factor to afford each one their net form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the letch laid down and began to savour her now-damp pussy. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly ascent and twilight in a rhythm with his licking and suck, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the job at hired man ... and mouth.

Her mind bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few meter and causing her own spit to mix with his juice dribbling down her chin. This did n't retard her down. She seemed athirst and goaded to do this. Letting her own mitt fall, she took one of Madelyn 's paw and put it on the fortune of the cock her mouth could n't arrive at, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the sawhorse pecker knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to imbue her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of aught else since the whole drive. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the forest god put his dick against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her optic when he whispered in her ear and leaned her point back against his chest, seeming to revel in the run-in and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the abject region of the stopcock enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

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

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

Madelyn was very very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the diaphysis against her pure slit lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her Church Father 's stopcock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the senior girlfriend, obviously go through, suck her forefather 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and satyr continued to micturate unholy fuck above him caused him to kvetch the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the missy.

'' interloper, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my vessel. But here you are, and now your devotee kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the rotating shaft of his beaded cock and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too potent inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own bridge player back up and began to fondle his large balls as her rima oris pleased his cock and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the clock time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as very much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each several action going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this unanimous billet was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the added sense of perfidy corruption ? Djall was the immortal of delight, not pain and betrayal. mortal else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much sentiment into her relationship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his caller and there was not a good deal else she could say. She felt dreadful for him having to find out this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humble, but only a minor part of her could care right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to drub her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouthpiece like a feast. Something about her in detail that kept causing him to erupt inside the break one's back riding him. The early slave took notice as well taking twist riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark nastiness.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't go for it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long ray of light which half of it still protruded past her leg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her consistency up and down letting her inner thigh and pussy feel his cavalry like cock pulsate and vellication while the slave with the tip in her lip minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight legs together and kind of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft skin of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

Hermann enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's rim wanting her to assume him her mouth. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other satyr 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own tool. He then pushed Daisy 's head word underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her rima oris wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her mouth and chin. She took her father into her sass, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's header bm from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the dictation and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's ramification, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Arminius began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her straits forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each thrust. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue devil holy person. She was now another servant pleasuring him in serving to his divinity. Inside her mouth, the capitulum of his shaft continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was aegir to palpate more.

Madelyn 's middle were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, panoptic, Green River eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going abstruse 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 cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thickheaded and despicable, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than 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 smother her font on his rough skinned clod.

Being a lech himself and from his last transmutation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the bod as everyone else has. The furry legs, the bisulcate base. His ball had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a unassailable physical structure odor. Instead, it was more like the look of pheromones as they naturally glistened with swither. But the more he thrusted his hammer into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to smother the broken parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the lech behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's physical structure wanting her to straddle on her lap in promise to figure out them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her bantam little maw that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` seminal fluid here, sweetie, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky bollock. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky scent and mouthful of having Armin 's balls smothering her face.

On his book binding, with his furcate tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pinkish flower. His clapper stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each lick, his drool coated her crack. Watching Madelyn 's kitty as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her ivory sealed with a wall of her soon languish innocence hovering over his side made him insatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the former forest god did n't mind licking her butt end hole, tasting her sore persona of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their twat together with his farsighted tongue and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lech rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her founding father 's shaft, swallowing all his white-livered precum and gagging on the promontory as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to intensify the situation. With hired man movements, he commanded all others to second away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another hard worker to serve his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the blabber perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their physical structure and glossa, '' he commanded. This was an obvious undertaking to lure the two Sir Thomas More into their carnal degeneracy.

Daisy had been about to offer her bitch 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 rope of depraved letch. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and soupcon of chicken seed.

They were told to pleasure each former and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was rum why they were n't getting to thing already but did n't bet too upset 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 arms around each former and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongue dance in each other 's rima oris.

They 'd prompt from that every few second and clean the cum off the other 's brass 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 crunch furiously. Their groan and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dancing, showing her young collaborator the ropes of being with another woman.

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

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the umbrageous man as he stood next to Hermann. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar voice now spoke through Armin, `` Do you desire this around your neck, be mine for timelessness ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. take up my phallus in your oral cavity one last time before I take your body. I shall take you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your painful sensation to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can finger you. It is the nexus between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. ask my collar, stay fresh me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a bit to actualise that the man with the comrade spokesperson was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when sentence seemed to stop and he spoke in her thinker again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an impression on her. An overwhelming wave of aloneness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

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

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

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 stopcock into her sassing, as he had instructed. With her hand, she moved her long blonde whisker for the collar.

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her judgment. Then there it was, the strait of clasping metal as the flatware collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's optic, Arminius seemed different. His consistence still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the familiar interpreter could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar gingersnap around her neck opening and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of loneliness in her stomach and the svelte feeling of betrayal on her own part.

Arminius used one hand to signal Madelyn to border on. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to enjoy her trunk. `` Pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a large feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her hand and knees toward him. `` Yes, pop ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his bore rooster in attitude to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No getting even

The fountainhead of his turncock pressing against her bitch lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the great, thickset, knotted tool slid easily into her with only minimal stretch and military group required.

first gear the twitching head teacher that burrowed between her lips. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each ingress. A loud, deep moan escaped Daisy 's sassing as knot after Calidris canutus and inch after inch penetrated her and slew deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's headway between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his foul scrotum. They were no uncertainty covered in soft fur to wee-wee up for the rough skin, but he wanted his little young woman to be part of his misdemeanour of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of form, there was n't much strength required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the stew that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the fierce cutis. She had to catch her breather 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her low-down belly from the gibbosity of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his rooster was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a rule human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her stomach to see the protuberance and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her pussy. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible turmoil on her face when he began to pull her fit body up and slam it back down. The shape of his peter made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvis to aid him, then put her bridge player on his articulatio humeri to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the force of him fucking her. The control, the luxuria over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't submit long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Arminius was no long a man, but a savage, a mythological wight of pure lust. Even his balls began smacking Madelyn 's font the more he continued to pump his articulatio coxae like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in intense joy as he began to savagely thrust into her fuddled, slick puss. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his intense jab and she was absolutely loving it and it was plain for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his physical structure. He gave a honest hard push and roared like animal. He was beginning to translate again, the bulges from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His saddle horn 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 distich of lust-filled mortal. He was changing again and her centre were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his beast jabbing, using her body for his joy. His tongue came out of his sass, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Snake and slithered around on her rim. spit flowed freely the more his spit moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her peg wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain in the neck and pure delight. That drive was tough and brutal. When he began again, after he began to alter, she wrapped her toned legs mean around him and leaned her head back, her weaponry wrapping around his neck.

As his cock 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 poke. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her plea. Hermann began to look more beast like rather than human with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her backbone and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to match.

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

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

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't sure what he was doing but it soon became unclouded. As he continued to thrust, the extrusion 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 position was also very animate being like, or yet more insensate. rather than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that particular attitude between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the priming causing his phallic rod to advertise the extrusion on her belly out more. It was because of this view that the prominence had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combining of being able to enkindle both girls that was expediting his shift.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Hermann like a harlot. Her pelvic arch were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were gimcrack and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in sensual bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his torso as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human being like shaped legs, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's wooden leg. His legs continued to shift its anatomy into a laughingstock like flesh giving him More flexibleness to thrust relentlessly in his knee bend position.

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

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to have that interior of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` pappa, fill our pretty pet with your source and let her determine you take me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to replete Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed delirium. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His nerve had a perverse looking to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a greyish and brownish beard began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sorting, his natural language hung out like an animal.

As the picture continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to mail him into a frenzy. She was grinding her pelvic arch intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them cranch against her virgin bitch and feeling her juice making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's work force came up and went around Madelyn to get the picture her plenteous breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their indirect request. Hermann shoved his cock into her with one last final push, he slammed his genus Phallus deep inside Daisy as his cock went into paroxysm spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the bump, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

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

Armin howled in pleasure as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with small tremor pushing out the terminal spurts of his yellowed cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a rear, towards the end of the backside there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his prick, but instead inflexible bumps throughout the exposed tegument and at the tip, a mushroom cloud shaped headland with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky germ. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing lightbulb as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind pegleg. He continued to smile in delight with more than than mere atonement, instead it was a look of conquest. His bottom continued to slither around Madelyn 's torso as if he were learning to verify his new limb.

The more he learned to see it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her lips with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy 's body, each Calidris canutus massaged contracted and pulsed on its own as she gave them each attending.

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the equanimity before the violent storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be adjacent, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the Guardian backer broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much longsighted, '' Hermann said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one Calidris canutus at a time from Daisy. Each mile that popped out, a effusion of his filthy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming hummock.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to keep up. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those pleasant-tasting lips. Some dripped out in wearisome flow, some fell out in gooey Jack, and it was goose egg compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo, her unveiling was about to start. The statue was in the figure of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid member and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the emplacement gave her enough room to lean back. The men of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's stage were placed on each hand keeping them cattle farm opened. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her wooden leg and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Hermann presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final consequence of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the unit room with her virgin twat exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in social movement of her mar her with his depraved, chickenhearted seed and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become average game to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their sensual orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His peter, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and concentrated midst veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to throw her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddment for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

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

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

Mr. O knew the lecher had one big defect, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasance. As Hermann led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden flexure up knife from one of his thrill. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to stream closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to break loose and drop away away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing to a greater extent than an object for his gratification. The more vivid her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasance from her began to transmute. Most commonly, the laughingstock like hind leg. Soon the early satyrs took notice and wanted her body to metamorphose as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be suitable of their new pansy 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female cooperator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep back them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out loose woman at a highschool party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three prick with her mouth and deal. She 'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a gripe. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many turncock in her rima oris as she could, as warm as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind legs made the forest god more agile and pliable to have her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to cheek 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 cavalry 's cock against her picayune lead in between her behind cheeks.

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

She loved being two-fold penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to thrust his dick into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her cocksucker subject and stretch over the heading of his yearning cock. The more he pass it into her ass, the more inflexible the shaft of his cock continued to germinate, stopping her movement and letting the men on either incline of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open up to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his heavy tongue right on her tiny star below her virgin cunt. Then with a farseeing threatening slash, his knife rode up her on the folds tasting her cumulus and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suck on each one leaving a wretched mess. Then his tongue continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her backtalk and then as he withdrew his lingua from her mouth, a long line of his slimy saliva from his back talk to hers splattered on her consistence. The blue haired girl moaned as his spit explored her consistency and smirked as the saliva drawstring fell against her pale skin. His posterior rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the spit on her consistency as it rubbed against her tegument.

His own grotesque extremity which had violated so many of the female striver, his sinful rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to rat her new found admirer to service him for his delight now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eager, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seeded player as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his low-spirited holy person 's innocence. His derriere wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lip. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as cancel. He began pulling her organic structure towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head continued to force its way into her bone tearing through her virtuousness, the virginal membrane.

The daughter clenched her fists and moaned with the arse wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her brawniness tended as his large tool pushed against her tight, untested pussy. He was having to pressure it in, even with how hook her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to labor against her seal. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drop with Sir Thomas More slobber as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the drumhead of his phallus broke through her Navy SEAL of sinlessness. whiteness forever lost to a vile spear of skank.

When the seal broke, an even darker, Sir Thomas More intense moving ridge of lust crashed over her. She was their king now. She was his whore now. In this present moment, she wanted this dark to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible place in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to creep around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

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

A few drop curtain of blood escaped her pussy but not much Sir Thomas More than that. Her pussycat was mean and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't need him to make lovemaking to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to have it away her like the brute they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. fatigue duty and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Hermann continued to fuck his new reproduction bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her stock from her lost pureness had dropped on the flaccid member of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of corruption, the contamination of honor with grunge, the unclean mating of beastly wight and maiden over. Hermann had forced himself inside her, his rough-cut member nestled inside Madelyn 's once unacquainted body.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly form cock on her organic structure. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shot itself, although laborious and firm, it began to writhe on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to sense more of her inner walls as her organic structure swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his coxa back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her organic structure pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was cleave inside her ! Such case were known to materialise with the tribe of the werewolf packs, but this was a number 1 for a satyr. Inside her, his pecker continued to squirm even more on its own each metre he attempted to pull out, but still found himself perplex inside her. It was a skilful feeling no dubiousness. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull in back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward locating and opened her center to look down in confusion. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his peter out of her ... a good problem to have 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.

existence stuck inside her and feeling her wet paries squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though wretched and thick, it aided in the lubrication unconscious process as his fundamental urges consumed him causing him to jerk his pelvis frantically trying to pull one mile out. He continued his hip move stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one greyback out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to reprize his step, she cried out in bliss as her organic structure shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't do it it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few minutes, short short outburst of intense pleasure that made the pain like goose egg she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real orgasm, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a kick in rut. Soon he was popping two air mile at a fourth dimension and slamming them back into her tiny body. The tight struggle was no dubiousness giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. often like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and libidinous delight as his glossa hung out of his sassing like an creature while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn adjacent. Then there were those enjoying the new hard worker. Even the female person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The to a greater extent the lecher covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the former young woman licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in nirvana. She 'd done sight of blue affair in here life with all sort of people and herself, both on tv camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lecherousness that consumes Madelyn had done its employment on Daisy too. She was happy to take cock after cock in every kettle of fish they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely dabbled onto her soft peel. She was encouraging the females to derive and snog her ; figure out her, taste her, ploughshare the dick with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted naught more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking source.

There was even one pumping his appendage inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to finish off interior Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his shaft inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull his member out and let his filthiness drip out from her dead body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky pick into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other girl over to her and pulled his stopcock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the lady friend 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to pick 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 buttock open for one of them who was basically waiting in logical argument to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her puss that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh seed being constantly supplied to its hungry profundity and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Saami. Soon, her ass would follow the Lapplander track that her mouth and pussy had. Not to advert the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her brim, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse turncock in her kitty-cat while making her drive him as he lay on his back, another a beaded stopcock in her ass as he mounted her from buns. Then a 3rd letch, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even Sir Thomas More. Though he was only able to fit the heading in, a striver seemed bore to serve him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to level out the old lading with their own.

Her clip to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight short ass. She gasped when the former man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and aid. The header popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good son, percentage that snatch, '' she cooed and smirked. As the early female tried to assist, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now ploughshare that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time stop. 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 sense. It trapped you in the clip you 're in at the second and makes you feel like there can be zippo else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lecherousness as she was, she could care a few of these cerebration. If she made it out of this station, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lustfulness was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a pointedness that he could n't cover further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the bother would settle. But there was cost, he also felt a shadow brewing inside him. He was no sub, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to lay aside the day. He definitely was goose egg in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vindictive warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his preceding liveliness of romance was anything but Romance language. Instead it was sleazy one night stands, easy girlfriend in foreign lands during naval porthole sojourn, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dreary itinerary, but this was dissimilar.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit bring out hearted. Instead it was different, the depravation seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to soak up his sword trench inside each and every lech he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn black.

There was invariable sounds of popping as Armin 's burl forced in and out of Madelyn 's sheepfold. Not once did the oral sex fortune ever escape. Though the head was much thicker than all the knots, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her eubstance as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the quarter, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During clock time of Arminius 's intense stimulant, the tip of the quarter would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the hind end spat out on Madelyn 's lip, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour savor. It no dubiety was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the rump came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in shell that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her dead body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her lilliputian whiz in the backrest. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to force inward her tiny mother fucker. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the empennage went down under her and teased her ass muddle, starting to labor in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two voice of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his back talk. `` Yes, pappa, your wild blue yonder fancy woman ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal of fashion. His putz would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the submerge ecstasy and lust that had consumed her soundbox and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best matter on terra firma as he continued to use her like a piece of meat. A bit of young, pretty, lovely pith that was there for the exclusive purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellowish seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to hold him. The deity of richness, religious cristal, ritual insaneness, these fauna worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his priapic depravity began to twist even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each push caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once devoid body More and more. The fag end had sunken so abstruse that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

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

While the tip of the tail made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his glowering goo all over her body until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to fellate. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its acidulate cum be depositors down her throat.

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

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

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

Then, when her succeeding job became top, she happily obliged. They had forced her cheek under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to stimulate the great ejaculate while his precum continued to drip most probable to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's cheek. Her mouth sucked and massaged the jolty liberation and licked along some of the seam as his precum and some of Madelyn 's dulcet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the falling out of her virginity, first it was drops of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude phallus between her indulgent thigh, Madelyn 's continuous rate of flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her Virgo blood has it began to stir.

Though it may not get been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the participant of this desecration to not even know the full extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a splendiferous depository of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the ruined Virgin is made into a woman of the street for their deity. Another striver laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Arminius 's rough and coarse skinned testis. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthful of juices, they 'd turn their read/write head toward each other and make out for a few moments, exchanging their dainty with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His right hip motility, the very like that he blessed Daisy just consequence earlier, and the slave adjacent to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every part of his beaded tool dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a miry mess as their flux fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were dull, even his clump were moist and glistened in dripping swither.

As she was under there, she kept her wooden leg facing pages all-encompassing as to not deprive the others of her torso. Her ample thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their depress bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond reparation and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, ping, pretty pussy paragon.

For now, though, it still had tons of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its brim and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet succus. Each taking bend planting their own seminal fluid in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to exact what they wanted from her. If they wanted to underprice their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to abstract her hips and fuck her sozzled ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her trap, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this second.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his nasty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seeded player to spud life in her productive organic structure specifically, even if that spirit were an abomination of beast and maiden.

Hermann was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul turncock, each blow Thomas More punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's roll in the hay. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so often carnal joy over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his cum, wanted their god, wanted the ejaculate of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing coke. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful break into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her dead body, seeing the item of his cock through her pelt on the bulges on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to slobber out like the dirty creature he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seminal fluid ! '' he said in a thick raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his finally and final plunge into her bankrupt flower, every slub as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal walking on air. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his rose hip. His arms reaching under to snaffle both Daisy 's and the maiden 's brass to repress his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow-bellied filth filled her dead body, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each air mile pulsating, drubbing, and wiggling while the oral sex itself more tearing than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her optic closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, still scream of staring sensual pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, Pres Young womb as she was ineffectual to move or do much else besides just carry it.

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

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her vox was almost gone. `` I feel ... fill out ... I feel like ... a tabby, '' she breathed out, her chest heave. She finally managed to look up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a flood tide of his cum started to be loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined twat. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A queen should n't desolate her talent, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's shaft to aid clean him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an right-down mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the rest of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weakly. The lust had consumed her consistency physically, much like sex could do to a individual. She 'd had unnumberable coming and the nature of all this sex drained her more than than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt ecclesiastic. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in concord. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never end night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even remark. But this strange look he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and join in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was overjealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal rottenness was driving him mad. He did n't care about the hurting anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

haste outside despite the overrefinement his soundbox felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no town. Just an sempiternal grape vine subject field. There was no helicopter crash sight within the space, even as the moonlight shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange maelstrom of cloud hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a god summoning.

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

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to cut off this moment has now become his striver. But then there was something different, the statue 's flaccid penis was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not foresee, but it virtually certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for carnal pleasance for certain and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremonial occasion can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's question with his beastly deal and pushed her face towards the statue 's now raise turncock, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your clapper. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Hermann pushed her head down and told her to clean the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been flabby and was now very rear. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his guild and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her oral cavity, turning her head to watch what was happening by the altar. Hermann was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's stage from the statue 's bridge player and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his arms. She had thought that he would will her there and the men would run one long power train on her but she was almost happy to be able to move around a bit.

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

Her pectus filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a piece of meat fed to pawl, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex athirst beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

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

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

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the genus Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better sapidity than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be Sir Thomas More pore on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't take escaped his notice that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the starting time time in centuries, or even since antediluvian days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul ointment. Many of them sang in a strange terminology while the lech fucking his alpha leader 's girl pounded her nubile kitty-cat in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her sawhorse cocked better half straddled her over his lap with his Capricorn the Goat leg in a squatting position, this new interloper from behind had been able to obtrude upon her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the fancy woman queen she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could feature her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in forepart had her sozzled snatch squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first real cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for counterweight and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her paw and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their member. Those that stood upright grabbed her psyche, passing her lips from one cock to another patch others poured wine down their shaft into her lip.

spinal column at the statue, Arminius sat on his pot watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their knife. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to grow on the cock, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse pecker. But the most interesting point, a purplish liquidity seeped from the tip, a empurpled sweet-smelling smelling liquid.

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

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprisal, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girl 's physical structure tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of course she knew she had barely touched it except for with her mouth and tongue.

He touched the arm of the statue where the crack had be seen and didder it. She watched the creature interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no event, then as the purpleness liquidity continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` perceptiveness it, '' he demanded.

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

'' wine-colored ? '' Arminius said looking delight. Djall had also been believed to be the Same deity the ancient Greek worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grapevine harvesting were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing trace for Daisy as he placed his finger's breadth under her Kuki and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her sassing and tasted the wine. It was angelical, almost perfect tense. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the audio of moist shape rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to post her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her ramification on the statue hands. The erected phallus of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy rest on the shaft. Taking control of her rose hip once again, Armin moved her hip joint to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really storm when he put her in the same billet that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her swell with some kind of pridefulness. He moved her hips against he erect bronze prick and she moaned lowly and relaxed her torso. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to breathe heavily with each tilt of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each slash of her pussy, he could sense it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her hips on the cock.

Then the voice returned, the alien, `` Sweetling, how could I exhaust of you, my pet ? It was the virgin 's body that awoke the sleeping heavyweight, but it shall be yours who sets him relieve. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that gruelling metallic element under you as if it were my own. ''

Daisy heard the voice as her pelvic arch were being moved back and Forth River. Her breathing 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 Hermann, not her whodunit man. She nodded at his words when he said that she could be the one to really weigh and told her to relish the statue. Lifting her rose hip, 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 observe the church, there were runes outside and their glowing was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An eternal night ? It was strange, and then he began to see newsflash. He saw Madelyn 's face in irksome motion through the eye of the forest god that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the forest god who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her posterior.

He could experience all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his bead spear, that slickness and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his optic, Mr. O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the situation and shook his head. When the imaginativeness faded, he looked to the field and saw a charwoman in a white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the young woman slowly, the pain in the neck he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to earn of everything, or even this char. The youth mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had denudate foundation and wore zero but the pristine white garb that was almost like a illusion nightgown. She had deathly pale peel, dark hair, especially in comparison to her hide, and picket, ghostly blue eyes.

'' hullo, Rebel, '' she said, her phonation sonant and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the tongue in his deal and showed no construction, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her low temperature, gentle helping hand moving down to lease the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

When she took his hand and placed the tongue on her neck it made affair more strange for him, `` stab you ? Well, that all depends on what you do. pass me a reasonableness and I just might, '' he warned her.

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd pass him a reason, he just might slice her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play baffling guy. You could cut me into a million small tack rightfield now and I 'd be flop back in your head. I 'd be compensate back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The fair sex looked distantly familiar. Like a family member you see in photographs. Or a alien you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreams but you could never commend when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hired hand and her own fingers went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an acute yearning and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't eff 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 spot it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more bemused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of people, but peeress, I have no approximation who you are. '' But why was she so associate he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the fuck are you ? ``

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

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

Then, as if she did n't feature to obey the practice of law of aperient, her whole body slid around to stand behind his. Only her foot moved in decelerate steps. Her chill tit were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven jazz of wherever they were. Her paw slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his psyche. Flashes of him and a Thomas Young cute young woman with ping hair expenditure metre 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 prick or being filled by Armin. Visions of a well-chosen clock time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a account book, then visual sensation of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the pinko haired fille again. She was a bit old than the last time he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her pelvic arch raised, wearing nil but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle handcuff that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly gilded jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of whiten and black sheets and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadower, slowly sinking a putz that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably pack. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd recognise that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his look and she backed away. When she showed him the imaginativeness, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired daughter was an old retentiveness, a stamp down memory. sound memory board were n't always deserving remembering if it also meant keeping the bad one as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost organized religion in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visual sense of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as often as it did with the pink haired girlfriend. But seeing her as she was with her pelvic arch raised and the ominous person about to accept her from hindquarters was a whole unlike story. She was small, thin, a delicate bloom. But as the demon revealed one of his many soma, with his vile member.

It was more outrageous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a serial publication of tentacles that curled into a loom fist for the top dog attached with carpus like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcoming aspect on her face.

The looking on her facial expression was not a memorize look or one that she put on for show. It was a feel of felicity. rattling happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a aspect of consummate bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchain hamper of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mr. O turned around facing the mysterious woman while roaring with passion. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a defend stance, `` The roll in the hay was that about ? ! '' he continued to scream with his knife drawn towards her.

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

Mister O maintained his fight position while typeface to face with the deep lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't countenance him to leave. A few crying streaked down his face, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the threshold of utter fad.

'' And you 're about to let it take place again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the matter you thought about doing to her. I do n't pick you after what you just saw her do. infernal region, do it. She might care it. But she 's in there wondering where you are correctly now. And the inadequate 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would keep an eye on her, her whole form would seem to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his consistency. Her stale fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft rim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still call back how to care for mass ? '' With that, she looked into his centre and then was gone.

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

His work force shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his furor could explode at any import wanting to dip his leaf blade into the lady friend. Then she asked if he remembered how to like for masses. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to give care for hoi polloi ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt affront. `` No ! I stopped caring a tenacious sentence ago ! The power to care was taken from me ! '' Then the fanfare of Sadie 's nerve continued to replay in his nous.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to hollo while more blink of an eye of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in total motion. There was no audio, just her face in straw man with devil mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her headmaster to enjoy her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the young lady was gone from his passel. 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 effigy into his psyche. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creative activity.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! cult ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glowing of the summoning runes diminished without the moonlight 's Light Within. But the Night was interminable in this new foreign berth. The sensation twinkled and illuminated the playing area. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their Night of fucking. Even as Arminius saw the control surface of the statue cease to crack up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the nighttime until the following moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing language in her head and slowed her riding of the bronze putz and let Hermann 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 ass to slide into her apply cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young pussy felt amazing for Armin as he slid his phallus through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat erect with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her body and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's branch around Daisy only to perforate her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his weapon system 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 female child, his cock still twitched to the feel of being at heart Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been departed when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her closeness, she moaned and began to make water cunning little phone as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former hand, made one happy strait as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds early than those of with child breathing. The lecherousness had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an hour.

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

What may look like a calm end to a night of celebration really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his paradigm. Then his brain shifted to older retention. As he approached the church building with a haste in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His former armed services associate that had perished before his eyes age before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammates flashed in his judgement, a sudden burst of rage filled his someone. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to get one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a drinking and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull figure on his face from the filth on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mister O smothered the satyr 's sass with his hired man and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no uncertainty, but in close quarters it served a intention. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The forest god slumped to the priming coat with his centre wide undecided in shock. As he lost his foothold, Mr O wanted his last lot to be the face of the man who defeated him. The lecher 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' residual in water, asshole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still arouse and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far incoming of the bombastic room. Her eyes widened and her lip was undetermined. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the slave miss were, and there he saw the occult ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Armin and company. She looked down at the set up bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the letch had girls wrapped in their limb and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lecher 's top dog causing a cracking strait. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the chemical group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't screw what else to do. She did n't live what was going to encounter yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these beast ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with dubiousness and concerns. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly worn out.

Arminius was healthy asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his extremity retracted from both missy immediately as he woke up jump. Just the same all the former lech and maidens woke up with a startled feeling on their faces.

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

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

The first satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his furor caused him to answer with a forward thrusting kick to the dresser knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in mess. It was clear not all the satyrs were combatant, even with extra strength and ability, most could n't match with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the lech defeated to his accomplishment. Though they may have been captive in the source, many of the maiden had learn to make love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their physical structure to comport offspring now watched this lunatic crush them down one by one.

There were some that could press, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyr that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk fad. When his backrest was turned, those that were battler among the forest god used the opportunity to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each cut had caused him to come down forward off balance only to get back up and go on attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more open-eyed. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr. O 's fight with the forest god as both girls were staring across-the-board eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to bust to legal action.

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. 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 corner. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two synodic month, like this ! '' he chanted with a ill-humored tone as if he were singing iron boot camp cadences.

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

His chance of survival was minimal, but he did n't handle. This was n't a deliver mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the reason for his existence.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue optic. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her script out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger's breadth and a blinding white Inner Light shone through the edifice and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the former female.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her berm at Armin, then walked toward the threshold. She took a break off halfway there to look at Mr. O. `` They could n't let gone far. Her office are n't strong yet. Get external and line up them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Hermann. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the cult in his darkening soul when the luminousness illuminated. The lecher had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr O 's saving grace as well. When the occult cleaning lady had gave him counsel he took a deep breathing place and made his way out.

The lunation had set in this never-ending Night. The town and passel had vanished, there was no polarity of the helicopter clank sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mr O looked around, one eye shut from his line pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to gimp. His back was covered with undercut. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his fury waning down, all audio seemed to shut out off for him except for the sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mr O reached out to her trying to border on, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a lot ancestry too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hired hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a idiomatic expression `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning inglorious, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the metre ? '' And then he fell to his human knee.

The dark haired cleaning woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his auditory modality and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't have a go at it if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the rootage. She stopped watching to let events stretch out as they would. The girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the forest god would dispense.

Daisy did n't bed what happened. She felt a cold laundry over her and then her sentiency were gone. The two girls appeared in a night, empty clarification and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clang.

Madelyn would occupy some time to catch up to what was happening. When the heartbeat of Light happened, she screamed and felt her soundbox shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were static again, in the void. `` Hey ! fire up up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulder joint.

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

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

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

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

She could barely breathe from how unvoiced she was crying by this spot. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared soft and modest and flared up into the same undimmed flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the dash helicopter. The luminance was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a drab drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a conversant vocalism, `` Where the shag you come from ? Hell, where the fucking you been ? '' said Doc holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter collapse. `` You look like shit, do n't locomote, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always dainty to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a toast when I jumped off that whirlybird. I just wanted to search the poor boy percentage in front of madame damozel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real Earth or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied 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 sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the priming and wrapped her coat of arms around her legs and sobbed into her genu. She was ashamed and scared. She could still palpate and sample their seed 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 look at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the present moment, she was at least a fiddling broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulder. She was also trying to comprehend herself a bit. The full weighting of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had meter to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a roue transfusion. What 's your blood character ? '' Doc asked with a musical note of headache. He 'd probably have dubiousness as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

When Doc asked what blood character they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't have intercourse, '' she frowned, having never needed to the info in her young life. When they heard the rap team over the radio set, Madelyn tried to explain as skillful she could, but she did n't sleep with the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different place ... like, the all Christian church went to a different place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her implements of war and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the venous blood vessel to record as well as with Mr O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached phonograph needle to each end of a charge card thermionic valve which he stuck into her vein. lineage began to feed through the subway towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mr. O 's arm. `` bent in there, you stubborn son of a squawk, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the backbone.

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

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

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

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radio. `` We also got cute cargo. The package is condom. fuck up it to hell. ''

'' point of view by, '' Big Papi reported. It was then the church had exploded. And then all the vehicle and edifice nearby blew up one after the other.

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the smasher team on foundation approaching from the town. It was then the strait of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

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

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

swell started to look a bit bear on, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the political sympathies, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a thrill for tan. ''

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

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

The first chopper had landed, it was a different model from the one the Strike Team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and adult female in Light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on visible radiation patrician berets and low-spirited neckerchiefs under their shirts and Edward White mitt. They were armed with rape rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military machine.

Then the loss 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 small-arm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old ancient Roman gladius style sword. He had fire up embrown pelt, black wavy hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troop and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

'' beneficial forenoon, delight do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is discover 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 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 look, '' he further explained.

When the man came up and said he needed to utter 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 accept it. She was n't really sure what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

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

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

'' Of grade, boo, '' he agreed, then his attending turned towards Madelyn, `` Come along, cher. Do n't yah concern ‘ bout a thing, yah with the dependable guys now. ''

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

Madelyn did n't make out this man but these hoi polloi seemed to be here to help oneself and Daisy had specifically asked him to follow her. The blue-haired little girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to contain on to dandy. Her body was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' Well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the slope of the chopper and so a Cuban sandwich was needed. And would n't yah bed, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the ogre away, '' said fop. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to take in lost my manners. The gens is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward or team Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the times, '' Mr O replied, `` People become son of a bitch. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a refer tonus, `` The satyros at the cathouse, the mark on his soundbox were demonic. Old champion, be careful, the satyros are only pawn, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit come to, `` Old acquaintance, this whole mess was a apparatus from the source. There was a hand made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellene as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

'' Typical, of trend there 's always another mother fucker up the food strand, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

'' That is true, old supporter, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that net office about Dreq, I was referring to the signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make more than sensory faculty the more the man explained it and it was beginning to pall her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a scourge and someone was trying to bring care of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with wide eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a stretcher and Thomas More medical equipment. They began replacing the stemma transfusion subway system with a blood face pack. It was the others, and female person medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr. O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not have it away, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the data processor log at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old booster. It was no coincidence that he was at the Lapp position you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's care went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am blue, but I do not have it away your name. But the design was suppose to be that you pitch her to the house of prostitution. The Satyros would sustain something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this billet. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old booster. signora, we do not love where this all hint, but capital of Italy will offer resourcefulness to inquire. ''

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

He then looked up towards the Christian church, `` I know your mass have used ... turkey. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't translate why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a execration than approving, old champion. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his police squad while more CIA agent 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. combine me, we 've all done affair 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 give birth to last with our sine, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a fighter, you 're stronger than that.

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

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

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to discover what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his 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 small when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People yell me Madi sometimes as a sobriquet, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those Scripture came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a slight giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the fibre on them, '' she explained.

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Francois Jacob to win the dolly, '' fop explained in the helicopter as he saw Mr. O led into the other helicopter with Doc vacation and the other extremity of the smash Team.

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

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

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

epilogue

Over the side by side few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to watch to inhabit with all the things she 'd done. Then her direction shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The masses who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to get hold of her so they could run on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some sentence for her to relax and recover, though, as Mr O apparently had other business organisation to attend to and needed his own time to heal.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O had made a fully recovery. He was in a CIA quickness in a lab. While waiting, one of the doc approached him.

'' Mister O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the blood looks normal for both girls. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have lively sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then man sperm cell can hold out up to five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the Doctor answered.

Mister O sighed, `` Is construct possible at this decimal point. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious invitee from around the nation gathered and marveled a the unlike pieces of art. An patrician woman is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his graphics and noticed a faint luminescence in the turning point of the canvas. `` Yes, I am. But, delight. Call me Armin, '' he replied .