Broken backer

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blonde fair sex 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 moon well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not feel anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nanny at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the only when person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced drained and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her organisation. 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 body, her mind. comfortably than before, but different. She could n't explain it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug addiction rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his night suit, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black hairsbreadth combed in a fauxhawk mode with a scruffy beard covering lowering nape on his face.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendees were dismissed from their academic term. With a lit cigar in his mouth 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 foundation as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to perforate to Carl in the stomach causing him to recede his breathing spell. `` You do n't attend too good. How about we speak in buck private ? '' said Mr O.

As Daisy exited the edifice with her lowly bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the pith. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some ground she felt compelled to watch the aspect, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The former man fell to his knee and began to pule, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... help ! anticipate the police ! ``

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

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"seminal fluid on, Carl, where 's the girlfriend ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her berth on the assuredness sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very wake office. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mr O and asking for person to cry the police. There seemed to be a fille missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her dear to seem seemingly calm down in manner, she took a deep breath. After readying herself as unspoiled she could her feet brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the daughter whispering to him. He had been so concern with the now ragged man he did n't detect the girl approach shot. But, hearing the musical phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off sentry go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old daytime of my administration, it was codification to get into surreptitious catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crew of people to determine, Mr O did n't appear to care as he stuffed the man into the torso. `` 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 lagger flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please make unnecessary me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Then the electronic computer screen filled with various records, police records, medical checkup records all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no disk of tie to any confidential society, cabal, or shadow organisation. deliver a good day. ''

Daisy stared at the reckoner as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the figurer, and the man beside her. It had all of her record book. 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 diffused giggle when it seemed excited about the TV appearance. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the cover submerged back into the dashboard.

'' OK, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum air division. You can say we investigate and operate outside the realm of normal by societal standards. But what 's your tale ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. `` Nice to cope with you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her level was and she ran a manus through her haircloth, looking down and shrugging. `` I 'm no one. A depress heroine junky who can never get her life together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't recall so ? I do n't bonk what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue saint

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was cipher out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulation.

'' There 's a fille missing, and this is her menage. Daisy, looking, you probably have no melodic theme what the nooky is going on. But, I need your assist, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the torso and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder joint. `` The social movement threshold is unbolted, Daisy. Can you open up it for me while I carry this prick interior ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing little girl again. She wondered who this missing young woman is, how old she was, how the man in the back of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her supporter 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 room access. She looked back to see Mr O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint mob home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some metre since anyone was but it was mostly in full order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her public figure is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the class portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage daughter with dye blue hair, a real cute smile and a girl future door case of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrait as Mr O explained the office in Sir Thomas More detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the fille was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the female parent ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something materialize ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

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

'' Her step father went missing about a few week 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 radiation diagram within the art, `` These are occult runes. He 's using art to mask these rune. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these rune. Do you feel anything ? ``

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to pick. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any variety, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty light to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a consequence and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't recognise how to do any of this ... I do n't jazz if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to consume some meaning to him, or be leaving a content to individual ... Do you make love if the runes have any association to, like, particular occult ritual ? ``

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

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

Mister O then opened his tablet which seemed to get around all password restricted curriculum which he brought up an electronic mail from the girl 's father :

Maddie,

It 's pop. I 'm in worry and I need your help. I 'm going to call you soon ! honey you, my puritanical angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in lupus erythematosus than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the abstruse web looking up various supernatural internet site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three days ago her ally reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a known pander. Likes to trade daughter struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to continue their tuition costs. And bet what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearing is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. Nothing he was saying made the office any brighter or made her think the missy might be okay or easy to get. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's female parent was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the father made her stomach good turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This unit thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this contrast up with the hunting history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me sealed, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy run into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out trashy than a interrogative to him.

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

Daisy took a oceanic abyss breath when he said that he was going to go nonplus the info out of the man and she nodded. `` O.K., '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly quieten given the site. She walked to the front door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigaret from her air hole and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the setting carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging phone could be heard. The commotion was enough to make 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 muteness. The threshold opened and Mister O stuck his head out the door for a second.

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbour peeking out the windowpane, tried not to pay tending from the sounds coming from inside the house and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to happen next.

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

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

mo began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl President Lyndon Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good financing operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl President Andrew Johnson to give up her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to erase his memories,"Mr O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up stage to exchange the young lady for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portrayal and the family video, we assume Madelyn has a unattackable bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the dubiousness remains, do you remember the don is a dupe or is he one of the arsehole ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the place with the cult and the fancy man, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the inquiry and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the signs detail to something bad. I do n't conceive he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Nobel Peace loot recipient role, Sebastian nonsuch to moderate the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal pick for this new Colony, '' the radio reported until Mr O turned it off abruptly.

'' okey, here 's the programme. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunkey and you 'll guess to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother server, I 'll tell them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radio show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no estimation who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and mind. Perhaps she was just tidal bore to discover any news in the human race since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of fashion to make herself look the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a acquaintance of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her men and ruffled up her haircloth some and few small blot in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her face like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary-eyed oculus recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge mess but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a treble take. The feeling of her being hard-pressed no doubtfulness appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for aim in life.

'' You look heavy, '' he responded, `` I mean you look keen in the sensory faculty that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a star sign notifying their entranceway into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the community also lurked a secret religious order of cultists using the community to hide their shadower work. `` depend around, it should be labeled as a inn of some sort. It has no name, 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 elapse. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her tomentum. It was a short ride to the part of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their address and she nodded some. Looking at all the building and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the leftfield of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the mental block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a pair cylinder block from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the construction loading and unloading rider.

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and stand every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Sami position 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 playact the voice. `` I can be a pretty well actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the bumpy handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a enceinte frown on her typeface and let him drop back her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd grow her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and secern him to let her go.

Mister O did n't answer verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as persona of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the guidance towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment edifice with empty rooms with the exception of old bottom used for service.

interior more homeless looking stragglers stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guard. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the renter unit doors were assailable, inside the mess of fille appearing to be in their college years, nigh looking alien were being forced to serve older men.

One room in particular had a girlfriend that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was lilliputian with such a sister face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three older gentleman's gentleman inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty looks to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stupid. office of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to choose in her new environs. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the young lady who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the room access. These poor girls, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building spot, `` wine, women, to which I act the featherbrained Capricorn the Goat, '' he said to the people in the office. `` I work for Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson, '' Mr O added.

The multitude in the government agency sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular proposition seemed to be the genus Bos as he sat in the book binding of the business office chewing on his intellectual nourishment while he talked with a impenetrable accent, `` Okay, up stairs. one-third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like girl with gentle hair. But, if not, okay she will jump fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Around his body were a pair of distaff legs, as he turned around he revealed a au naturel girlfriend appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a mesa. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the spot, Mister O noticed the offspring young woman had the man 's seed dripping from her egotistic vaginal backtalk. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Pres Young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

Horns began to emerge from his brow and strange marker began to glow on his hide. Daisy looked over at Mister 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 ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each dance step his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is significant is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I flora his ejaculate into fertile trunk like yours. My reinforcement ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the approval Djall has given me, my manliness causes an insatiable urge to flora his cum. '' As he explains his aim with one bridge player around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's offspring will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his dentition were like fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a present moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a farseeing shot with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her typeface, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for 100 ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her drawers as if he was in a hurry to disrobe her. Something about her scent and taste caused him to go into a hysteria.

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

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

The strange amand with the horns continued to jerk and tug at her knickers until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunfire almost seemed sempiternal, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't oppose to anything but her. He continued to bait her.

With a flavour of insatiable lust in the horn man 's face, he continued to talk, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve up Djall. In two moonlight when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant life inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help usher his rule over this new rule. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile member, a grotesque version of a man 's dick emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy wine like semblance with odd shapes like that of a serial of air mile and stud poker piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her thighs along with her step-in and here he was pulling his peter out of his drawers. This man did n't even appear to notice the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not try them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thigh, though he did not diffuse her, he savored the look of her pussycat rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mr. O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

Her center saw his vile peter as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her hip joint and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't withstand and pay your Godhead materialization, I 'll have a gamey opportunity of being rewarded for my Service ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me upright and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a display, of course, but somewhere bass down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to hand in. As she unbuttoned a few push on her blouse, his lingua escaped his backtalk. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake in the grass. His eyes also began to pitch as though they were like a Snake River as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her carpus and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his articulatio coxae trying rub his strange turncock against her, angling it upwards to location it to penetrate her.

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

But just as he was so distracted, the door burst open when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mr. 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 shot rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mr. O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to crock up him in the side of his forefront with a flying articulatio genus strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the story and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clipping was void, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

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

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

Daisy winced with the first few guesswork from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bath and cleaned the now-dry seed from the former fille 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

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

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en road. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's potential they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to serve them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's planetary house until we have More details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a niggling bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the office and how they had access coming to care for the lady friend and she nodded some. `` dependable, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in accord about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her founder and was a virgin they were using to muster up ... Djall ? He said in two moon or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semifinal surprises quality, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian divinity, the god of youthfulness and manfulness. But then that would have in mind the runic letter hidden in the paintings were some kind of attunement runes. A means to throw her body adequate to of his acceptance. But, two moonlight, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to say Mr. O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes to a greater extent sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstention is not really a substantial American tradition these days, '' Mr O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to hear to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old stories and wife tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the commentary about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a small laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it international, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the eggbeater, men and charwoman in tactical gear wheel fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the vans, many in blue suits arrived.

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

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

As the men and womanhood came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so extraneous to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mr O seemed to gibe and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a long prison term ,'I do n't bang what he meant, '' she explained.

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

Daisy shook her headland a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't cogitate so ... '' she said quietly and tried to retrieve of anything dissimilar she might have felt both in her life sentence and just in the utmost few Day. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

hour earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small forsake town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and lens hood. Many roam with flashlight in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in unusual glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church service, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his mid-forties and had hoary hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My amobarbital sodium angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the backrest of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed yoke of men with one others in the driver buns and another riding shotgun. She looked timeworn and upset. Her centre 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 secern 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 edifice full of scumbags and poor 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 defenseless and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed crude, common cold food and given piss to drink. Now she was dressed in the dress she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high windsock and flatbed to match. Her hair 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 spread the face doorway. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and cowling seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their thug and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the brothel, they all had horns coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the Christian church, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the by few day but none of them would secernate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cowling, the teenager 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, gravelly vocalism. A vox boy had always described as aphrodisiac and mature.

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

She was so bewildered as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that vocalisation ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the commission of the vocalisation, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` dada ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these multitude ? Why are we here ? '' the young woman trailed off. There was obvious fear in her heart and she did n't bed what to consider or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chair, 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 take a seat.

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

Her father began to excuse the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should get laid. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole living and I 've been awake a long time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in sexual love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her spouse abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could sense it. How especial you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you produce. But what you have to understand is that my living 's purpose was to witness the true vas for Djall, for he can accord eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a stripling. The many students I had taught in my college learning humanities classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your first yr of college and came to confab me in my classroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the radiance rune, I knew I had to take them abode and leave alone them where Djall can check you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave alone suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' You asked who all these people are, they are our brethren, you see. They are the tribe 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 don continued.

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her young figure, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage elan of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something different. She was Sir Thomas More than just the nineteen class old young woman he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to heed. I 've been alive for a long clip, longer than about. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to withstand aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artefact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual legislative act made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

The statue depicted a forest god sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the sides. Another interesting particular was that of the forest god 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic wight.

Madelyn crossed her coat of arms over her chest and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to hear to what he was saying and keep an eye on the matter he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was strange to hear him sing like this. He was usually so logical and impertinent and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't bring back mammy, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't work out that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all dotty ! '' Madelyn said and then took a rich breath, `` Please severalize me this is all some sort of joke ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the horse sense that they were feeding off of her vigor. And then her father raised his hand at the others in a gesture to calm down them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a unrelenting timbre, `` You may not realize yet, but you will, soon it will become clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign words.

Madelyn looked scared when her beginner 's whole tone changed and he began to say that she would soon ascertain out. The chanting took a mo for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her don as he started walking away.

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to foreclose her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to feel her organic structure with their hands. `` The vas is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the compact, then soon he shall get to biography ! ''

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

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark wall of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to radiate. Her male parent stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around automobile horn began to sprout from his forehead as exchangeable grading on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with spacious eyes and an overt oral fissure when her father began to grow horns and freshness. She had thought the early men were just crazy and using some physical composition or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were mitt all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no farseeing fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even verbalise. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present metre, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's firm with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the middle cabinet. Mister O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Saami LCD monitoring device as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the silver screen was a light-haired woman that began to babble with a European accent, '' salutation, Operative O,

'' Alright, what do you possess for me Gretchen ? '' said Mr O responding to the woman in the filmdom named Gretchen.

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional being, those types do n't normally get over over. The son of a bitch worshiped Djall, is Djall that brawny ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nascency, this one in specific we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to trust Djall is the same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape vine harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, birthrate, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, celebrate me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could turn over down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoking carriage by any substance. The face pack in her handbag had been there for weeks. But with all the event 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 fomite and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the phone call.

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

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a dandy help, but you are a civilian and not a civilize operative. I 'm certainly you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service of process today and we will be in concern if you should resolve to find response to those doubt. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her pocketbook 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 place for her, be it for her safety or because the thing that were going to happen were top-secret or something.

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

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

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

Then the foreign entity began flooding her judgement with the whole church building as if she were there. She began to reckon around and see all the thing going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely naked and thrusting savagely into a Brigham Young woman 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 girls there seeking to deliver massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way close and could see the charwoman orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the John Cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would give their fingers in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Pres Young girl, slowly overtaking the sorrowfulness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go out-of-door to see any details that would top them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor feel Daisy 's front, but a non corporeal entity emerged and hovered over the statue and looked right at Daisy as she ventured out into the town. Outside of the church seemed abandon. But then, there was one augury that left a clue to their localisation. A wooden Wiley Post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a sign that read, `` Two Moons Vineyard. ``

The further away from the Christian church, the alien the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A Shirley Temple Black raven suddenly landed right in forepart of Daisy, and then another. Soon a pile of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused inglorious smoke to vortex with Daisy in the centre. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the plangency and winced.

Within the Negro smoke, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The fume seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a Shirley Temple Black bag while wielding two crude looking blades. He approached Daisy with his headspring 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 reduce away from him before a pair of sprouted offstage surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose vox spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

The closelipped the smoky dark one approached, the louder the voicelessness as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar ennoble part had spoken, `` wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. rouse 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 ... think back 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 site surprised him. `` What did you see ? '' he asked.

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were former forces at piece of work. If anything, Mr. O has been in the field long enough to recognise skillful than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always safe to play on the position of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front room access.

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

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

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on even wear such as jean pants or lading with t-shirts along with disastrous tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how unlike this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking ones had nucha and beards with short whisker, this other gentlemen had foresighted pilus tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fight blades.

'' fountainhead, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun stress. And then he noticed Daisy and took one mitt to greet her `` Well hello, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just holler me swain, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale tegument.

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

'' OK, Daisy, this is the smasher Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met boyfriend, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpuncher testicle cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Glenda Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

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

'' grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` delay, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of fertility, religious transport, rite fury, and wine making. A epicurean deity. It would make sense if they chose a seat near the harvest of wine-colored, like near grape vine theatre of operations, '' he said as he began to change out his wearing apparel into denim and a t-shirt with iron boot and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to look on the map.

clotheshorse being his pattern self tried to seduce lightness of a grave spot, `` Well, cher, I would n't promise myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his grin revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' okey, gallant, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammunition magazine in the ammo pouch of his vest, `` Daisy, there are respective possible locations with vinery. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons 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 tomentum. `` The town looks suddenly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a coop, watching her forefather with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vinery ? '' Mister O replied to support 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 demoralize deed, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

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

When swell 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.

Mr. O and the rest looked at each other for a consequence, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an Assault rifle over his shoulder joint and holstered his side arm on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a phantom wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist onset. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a small bit. `` That makes sensory faculty, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hair. She did n't tell them about the man who met her in the vacuum and whatever saved her from the matter that tried to wipe out her. That seemed in some manner personal and like something that was here alone to commemorate and inquire about. She might ask about it at a subsequently time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Negro Raven pile

The drive in one of the motortruck was n't much significant. A lot of the squad extremity including Mr. O spent well-nigh of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their John Thomas Scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two moon vinery, '' said Mr. O, `` Only problem is, we have respective town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to facilitate us identify which town looks associate to you. ''

clotheshorse however sat there sharpening each of his vane, `` Do n't ya interest 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a lamia watchin'over that cute lil posterior of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' hit Team operator hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone heftiness head type.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` smash Team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the strike team leader even though Mr O would head the investigating. Big Papi appeared to be the oldest among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the former marine yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd take to assist them figure out which town was which. `` If the others do n't reckon anything like that one, it 'll be gentle to severalise, everything 's dead there. Like a barren, '' she explained, then gave Beau a piddling smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't take care it too much.

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

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

outside of the hand truck in an open field of view, two helicopters with spinning vane awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One sentence, '' and hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc holiday, Beau, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to repel the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The helicopters although night blue seemed as mordant as the night itself, unmarked and unanimous in colouration. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her chief simply in response to what fop said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her sentiment, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sentiency looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her liveliness. She 'd try to get a rule job, avoid her old friends and her ex, call her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the midsection of some uncanny shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on opposite ends of the helicopter with their gas pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earpiece on to convey with each other over the loud propeller randomness as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about xv arcminute out. ``

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

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's view, gun muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's whirlybird. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the engine caught on flame. The blonde gasped when she saw the split second from the other helicopter.

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

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on panel, '' Big Papi reported while gun flame continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' for certain enough their helicopter was descending to throw a sudden and intemperate landing place.

Then all of the sudden a flock of ravens flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr. O as it shifted from incline to side. The raven poofed into black heater and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the beast appeared in their helicopter and she did n't bang what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to scoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the helicopter slashing away at the railway locomotive. dude unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the animal 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 helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't know what else to do.

Doc tried his best to choose control condition of the eggbeater, but he was no pilot. Mr O on the early hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` hold back on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the bedlam, he saw her boldness and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to look her portion for the house of prostitution which caught his care, perhaps a sense of attractive force he felt. Though he was n't going to allow it to her, but that survey of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something Jehovah in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the spinal column of her fountainhead and tucked her into his shoulder to help her duo for the imminent clank.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing spell hung on her chest and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her implements of war around Mr O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to recall the next few minute of arc. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a maneuver crash but still spun around and slide across the vineyard like a runaway gearing that had been derailed at high speed.

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

Mister O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The chopper clash site was a good mile away. How they ended up so far from the whirlybird was a closed book.

'' 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 back of the head by a blunt target.

'' contain them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the lech that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is double-dyed. As for her, Djall has a especial requirement of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the church service to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first fiddling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her farsighted journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking questions. Since then though, they had done around-the-clock intimate acts and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to have some effect on the Edward Young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual Department of Energy of Djall and it was making her More accepting of her lot. She was more docile, more calm, more unemotional person. The previous night, after the two fledgeling had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her dress and manus bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to love the particular attention.

The young woman was either so traumatise that she could do nothing but accept her portion or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to trust the cause she had been brought here to fill in. Even Madelyn herself could n't centre on the thought long enough to count on out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her father using her for such rite still made her require to let on into tears.

After the bath, the woman had drawn a few symbol in different station along her full-bosomed body. She did n't recognize them and no one would enjoin her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch More sexual rite, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mr. O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some power she did n't know and she 'd gone into a inscrutable, dark nap that did n't end until she awoke inside the church service. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to nap. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her apparel in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may cause been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mr. O did n't acknowledge how long he was out, but another splash of inhuman piddle was thrown on his boldness giving him a shock to finally stir up up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up succeeding to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your slumber, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessary for the blood sacrifice to find out the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat profligate, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your figure is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your hold out gens is Hammer. And here you are trying to cite a low rate god so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to take More about him. ''

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

Armin did n't take care too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laugh will sprain into sorrow when I bring my God into this wretched mankind, '' Arminius warned.

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't number on becoming father of the class with that attitude, '' Mr O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his hide. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new night had shrouded over the kingdom as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Moon shined over.

'' Let us embark on the delight and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to revel ! '' Hermann announced.

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

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the setting when the man woke up, then heard her Padre introduce the kickoff of the ceremony. A bustle of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the slave approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of facility and desire. When they opened the batting cage, they did n't stimulate to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breathing place, stood up and let them strike her hands and help her stair down from the chopine that the cage was one. The young cleaning woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a thoroughly job of fighting the itch to get over herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main event, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be theatrical role of the festivities. `` Bring the woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urges with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's heart widened as she saw Armin command for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a firm clench of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her principal and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely run against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to endure just a few invertebrate foot from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of remorse hidden in that smiling.

One woman in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to observe your protagonist become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in intimate natural action, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more dilute, especially since she 'd lost most of her child fat by now. Her body had a little Thomas More due date to it, though with slightly smaller chest than the vernal young lady.

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever labor they were trying to accomplish or whatever plaza they needed to put the supplement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. watch bracelet, anklets, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the ceremony while her father continued to thrust and sink in two of the slaves, one after the other.

While most of the lech thrusted savagely into their distaff spouse like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their trunk to service him sexually. Though he grew motor horn, his transformation has quite a direction to evolve like the others. He had grown his automobile horn, but much of his typeface still resembled his humanly form. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her founding father.

The other satyrs'crushed body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven fundament, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their oddly shaped turncock. In Renascence art, letch were often depicted as phallic creatures and with in force ground as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the house of prostitution had the Saame uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal retentive string of beads, but the top dog portion was much More of the common mushroom-shaped cloud figure. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as tremendous. Neither portion was tight fitting per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the woman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her founding father. `` Give your pappa a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious look while he seemed to be in a strange spell while his turncock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more patent they wanted his translation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a slight hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to hit him. Her backtalk pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball declination closed. She went to go back down on her flat base, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her blazon wrapping around his neck.

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

One of the lech approached Daisy from fundament, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the bordello had. It seemed each knot had a dot of stimulation. The other with the horse like form cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the straw man twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening brim and her clit. This seemed to be having an core on the blond, causing her to squirm more and close her optic as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her physical structure experiencing the delight. She almost looked like a little girl in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his branched knife as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her skin. The early, also having a biramous lingua licked her from the hind end of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head teacher back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the touch sensation, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could fall behind their control any second. Then behind the satyr in strawman of her, a shadowed man with a familiar representative appeared, but only to her. In her head he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you like to resist ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate buss from his daughter, at get-go Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their kiss continued, the Thomas More he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the separate spit the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was easy to severalize. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body closer to his. When his knife transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the skillful kisser but she definitely put the sweat and lecherousness into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to savour her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable groan became beast like growls. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In battlefront of his daughter, his pulled it out one grayback at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the promontory of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom figure, the head portion seemed to continually prompt and twinge like a flexing muscle. `` Clean it up, '' Hermann demanded, `` my down saint. ``

The young miss was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big dark-green optic, licking the thick saliva off her mouth. He told her to houseclean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, dad, '' she said and then looked at his turncock.

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

With each slug, Armin 's turncock seemed to react to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to uphold to seep out more of his germ. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her nerve below him servicing his dark desires.

The degeneracy was serving their ceremonial quite well. The more she licked, the more than it seemed to feign the others as the energy became more acute. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the comrade voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you desire that inside you ? Do you desire to try it ? '' He asked.

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

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her consistency. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgo the Virgin how to pleasure him with your sassing. Use your dead body to make him transform once More. ``

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

Daisy wasted no sentence. She stroked the cock a few clip, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her sassing eagerly, going as recondite as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her head teacher and stroke what she could n't take into her sass, closing her eyes and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his shaft. While inside her mouth, it was top his cock reacted to every single touch. The early two letch may have backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, 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 final component to have each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the lech laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and surrender in a rhythm method with his licking and suction, continuing to groan softly as she worked on the task at manus ... and mouth.

Her mind bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slack her Down. She seemed thirsty and driven to do this. Letting her own hand descent, she took one of Madelyn 's helping hand and put it on the component of the cock her mouth could n't hit, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the buck cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to get laid not to penetrate 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 nothing else since the whole drive. kickoff your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her nous back against his breast, seeming to make whoopie in the wrangle and the feeling of his comb-out. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower percentage of the cock enthusiastically, a little smiling coming to her face.

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

The lecher enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her consistence against his chest gave him a blissful look on his nerve, a wayward look of atonement even if he was n't penetrating her. In his intellect, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his shadow perverted deity. He then pulled her peg upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the spear while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very a great deal enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the forest god put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her virginal twat lip, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her Father 's peter and moaned as the prick was rubbed against her and she watched the older fille, obviously experienced, suck her founder 's cock.

As More satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening puppet of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` admit me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' they begged. The early satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their soupcon and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and satyr continued to earn unhallowed love above him caused him to quetch the duet away, but as it seemed they did n't respond to him. It was then another two forest god took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Hermann said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my delight. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the shaft of his beaded tool and slue their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your dedication lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too strong inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his great balls as her backtalk pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the prison term they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as practically as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various 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 relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sensation of tenderness towards her. But nothing that would founder his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to give voice plan as they were distracted.

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

Daisy was too far gone to put too very much thought process into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his party and there was not very much else she could say. She felt frightful for him having to watch this, but she could n't check herself. It was a bit humiliate, but only a small part of her could care redress now.

The forest god underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juice as they flowed on his mouth like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to belch inside the slave riding him. The early hard worker took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark grunge.

Meanwhile, the lech with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long light beam which half of it still protruded past her wooden leg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy feel his Equus caballus like cock pulsate and twitch while the hard worker with the tip in her sassing minimized the muddle on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her miserly branch together and kind of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft cutis of her thigh and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking about of it.

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

Madelyn opened her backtalk wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spit all over her mouth and chin. She took her father into her mouthpiece, closing her back talk around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's head movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the gustation and look of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her read/write head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her sass with each jabbing. The female child had ceased to be his daughter, his blue sky Angel Falls. She was now another servant pleasuring him in help to his divinity. Inside her mouth, the head of his shaft continued to deform like a muscle. It was as though it was tidal bore to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would make closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too practically to do so. Her big, panoptic, leafy vegetable eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Church Father and over at Daisy. The prick in her mouthpiece was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy a lot drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was dense and vile, much salty than a homo. Even the color resembled a yellow or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no question filthy and hardly represented new life history as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented putrescence, intimate skank. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to suffocate her face on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transformation during his passionate candy kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's downhearted torso finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry peg, the adhere feet. His balls had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a potent body smell. Instead, it was more like the scent of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his putz into Madelyn 's mouthpiece, the more his balls continued to stifle the abject parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to commit Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to range on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her bantam little trap that was hidden between her can impudence. Before anyone had realized it, many custody were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his back, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's odorous pink bloom. His tongue stretched out much tenacious and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thickset. With each lick, his slobber coated her fissure. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his facial expression made him insatiable as he gave her one recollective stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other letch did n't mind licking her butt hole, tasting her sensitive share of her adorable tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the forest god licked their pussies together with his foresightful tongue and gave Madelyn delight she 'd of never imagined before this. The other lech rimming her storm 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 cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the pass as she went.

It was then that Hermann decided to step up the post. With bridge player movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A striver had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his blasphemous genus Phallus. `` Let the Virgo and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their physical structure and spit, '' he commanded. This was an obvious labor to tempt the two Sir Thomas More into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer up her cunt to Hermann since the shadowy figure had said that he needed a final examination transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a Mexican valium of demoralise satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow semen.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too disturbed about the statement. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an wink, they began to attain out fiercely, wrapping their weapon around each former and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongue terpsichore in each other 's oral fissure.

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

The overshadow man with the familiar voice emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his Henry Sweet and soft phonation heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this worldly concern, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can meld and feel you. These depraved animate being, I can finger you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to finger me ? Do you desire 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 Armin. He then appeared to merge with Arminius, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the associate voice now spoke through Arminius, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Australian crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your mouth one endure time before I take your body. I shall lay claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her intellect again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your pain in the neck to end ? Did you not savor this feeling of being craved ? The catch is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can experience you. It is the link 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. Take my collar, hold me tethered to you ... .always. ``

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

This loneliness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to belong to soul or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary spillage from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her work force and genu over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her hired hand, she moved her longsighted blonde hair for the collar.

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

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

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

She felt him airlift her up and it was a great feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's case and crawled on her work force and articulatio genus toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

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

Chapter 9 - stop of No takings

The head of his pecker pressing against her bitch sass made Daisy demand it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no metre. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, deep, knotted hammer slid easily into her with only minimal stretching and force required.

number one the twitching head that burrowed between her rim. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each accounting entry. A tawdry, abstruse moan escaped Daisy 's sass as knot after naut mi and inch after inch penetrated her and slid deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged cryptical inside her.

Armin sat there like a Billie Jean King as Daisy took him inside her. All the meantime he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own stage. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her font against his lousy scrotum. They were no doubtfulness covered in diffused fur to make up for the jolty cutis, but he wanted his short girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eye and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of class, there was n't much force required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sudor that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the roughly skin. She had to becharm her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a excrescence had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each international nautical mile. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more rocky. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in joy when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deeply into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the piece of work, which was ticket, but there was a visible upheaval on her expression when he began to pull her fit eubstance up and flap down it back down. The soma of his rooster made it slightly atrocious but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her workforce on his shoulder to brace her torso so she did n't decrease over with the forcefulness of him fucking her. The control, the lustfulness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the neckband the first time, but when the head of his turncock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in disco biscuit as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't use up long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no longer a man, but a beast, a mythical brute of pure luxuria. Even his orchis began slap Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his pelvic girdle like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in vivid pleasance as he began to savagely thrust into her pie-eyed, slick cunt. Her body was being shaken and jolted with each of his acute thrusts and she was absolutely loving it and it was knit for everyone around to see.

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his physical structure. He gave a skilful unvoiced push and roared like savage. He was beginning to transform again, the prominence from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His brawniness began to get slightly. His French 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 couplet of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her center were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his beast jab, using her body for his delight. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Snake River and slithered around on her rim. spit flowed freely the more his spit moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first gear jabbing into her, spread her ramification spacious around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasance. That thrust was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs tight around him and leaned her foreland back, her arms 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 consistence and causing her to groan out loudly and propel with each poke. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look more savage like rather than human being with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to pair.

When Daisy was laid down, her paw reached out to hold on and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her wooden leg ranch 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 erect and reached out to seize Madelyn. His sleeve seemed a bit longer now, his hands much big that he could snaffle her waist with one hand and elevator her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulge from his knot moved as he slid his peter inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the gibbosity.

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't sure what he was doing but it soon became illuminate. As he continued to push up, the protrusion on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's pussy through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's consistency position was also very beast like, or yet more inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that fussy position between their collaborator 's legs as she lay on her back, Hermann was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squat position, he had Daisy 's hip joint slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to campaign the hump on her belly out more. It was because of this status that the bulges had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's Virgin off-white. It was this combination of being able to kindle both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her cover and taking Hermann like a whore. Her hips were raised, her ramification were circularise and wrapped around him, her moans were gaudy and acute, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Wood beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's ramification around his body as he transformed, his leg although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to further evolve. Unlike the homo like forge legs, Armin 's began to morph as his muscle spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to vary its physique into a goat like word form giving him more flexibility to shove relentlessly in his crouch position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those notches moving back and Forth River under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprise moan and put her deal on her male parent 's shoulder joint.

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't hold back to have that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` daddy, meet our pretty pet with your germ and let her learn you take me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to satisfy Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Hermann held Daisy by her hip while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's organic structure as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverted flavor to him. The more he pushed inside, the tenacious a grayish and Brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some variety, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her mendicancy seemed to send him into a hysteria. She was grinding her rosehip intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's cutis, letting all of them grind against her virgin pussy and feeling her juice making Daisy 's cutis below her glisten, combining with the elbow grease. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample chest and credit crunch and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her dresser into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their want. Armin shoved his pecker into her with one lastly terminal push, he slammed his phallus rich inside Daisy as his stopcock went into convulsions spewing his lousy seed inside her. Even through the protuberance, his turncock twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her succus were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellow seminal fluid began to flood her womb and inundation around from around the cock to make a hell of a smelly, sticky plenty between their pegleg.

Armin howled in joy as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor earth tremor pushing out the live spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was lenient, yet firm. Furry often like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a rear, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much cutis. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped brain with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her handwriting down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing light bulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, Daddy, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new appendage and gasped. It only took her a present moment to grin and see 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 doomed

Hermann continued to scrunch up like an fauna in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with Thomas More than bare satisfaction, instead it was a looking of conquering. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

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

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

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

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to succeed. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those juicy backtalk. Some dripped out in slacken streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his goat like leg, his humanness sprung upwards splashing his dripping ointment towards Madelyn 's torso. His new sort revealed to all to who watched. Using his posterior as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck opening and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the Virgo the Virgin, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the contour of a lecher 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 position gave her enough room to run back. The deal of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's branch were placed on each mitt keeping them spread spread out. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final examination import of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the whole room with her Virgo cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front man of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellowish semen and sealed her place as the watercraft.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become just game to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to include her in their fleshly orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His hammer, which was also oddly shaped with strict muscles and and backbreaking thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their priapic curio for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come down from the immense high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the tip where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to displace and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his dick was shoved oceanic abyss inside her used bitch, sticky and sleek with the germ of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to be active her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her read/write head forward, she took one in her oral cavity and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the former and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could detect ways to have her in more fill way of life at the same time.

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

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her trunk as if she were cypher Thomas More than an physical object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving unwritten pleasure from her began to translate. Most commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the other letch took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new queer 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to result them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out jade at a senior high company. She 'd hinge upon someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouthpiece and hand. She 'd get bent over a professorship or something and fucked like a cunt. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many hammer in her mouth as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile source, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her brass and body. She was rudely a prostitute right now.

Having the hind leg made the satyrs more nimble and flexible to have her in dissimilar positions. One had Daisy straddling over his ramification nerve to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulders and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a cavalry 's cock against her little headliner in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his peter into her blind drunk ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her bastard open and stretch over the chief of his yearning cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the to a greater extent set the shaft of his turncock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her branch exposed to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his heavy tongue right hand on her tiny star below her virgin kitty-cat. Then with a hanker heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the sheep pen tasting her heap and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her tit, a severe slobbering suck on each one leaving a worthless muss. Then his tongue continued to razz up some more until it found its way in her back talk.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a long line of his slimy spit from his mouth to hers splattered on her consistency. The Amytal haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her dead body and smirked as the spit string fell against her pale skin. His tail rose up, now with more controller it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each mile eager, the psyche wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's love. He pressed his dirty Phallus against his blue holy man 's innocence. His derriere wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared future to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as lifelike. He began pulling her body towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head word continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the Hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her sinew tended as his declamatory prick pushed against her tight, untried pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her puss was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to advertize against her seal of approval. It was n't a plea or a ailment. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued body of work it in forcefully, his sass began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her seal of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, Thomas More intense Wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his whore now. In this instant, she wanted this night to finale forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible situation in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

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

A few drops of rake escaped her snatch but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and Brigham 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 want him to make honey to her. She wanted him and every former satyr here to have it away her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mr O had been working on his safety valve. weariness and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to jazz his new reproduction cunt of what was once his girl, a few specs of her blood from her lost artlessness had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in nuisance. He was a profligate sacrifice, the ceremony had taken issue 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 blasphemous act of depravity, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean mating of beastly creatures and maidens. Hermann had forced himself inside her, his gross member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent organic structure.

He gazed upon the protuberance formed by his oddly mould prick on her trunk. But, unlike the swelling he had created with Daisy, something else was unlike. The mile did n't simply beat, instead the barb itself, although strong and firm, it began to wrestle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to experience Sir Thomas More of her inner wall as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, dyspneal part. She did n't quite squall out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a little hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and grating voice made it difficult to throw very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the cock moving around inside her, she could n't serve but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to mosh it back in. But, as he pulled, her consistency pulled with him. Her pitcher had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such showcase were known to find with the kin of the loup-garou packs, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his cock continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stick inside her. It was a sound touch no doubtfulness. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to attract back and instead forced her body the Sami way, she grunted a little and lowered her pass from its backward position and opened her eyes to look down in confusion. The minginess now really fall off in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a well problem to induce in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every clip he yanked on her cunt and forced her consistency forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her soaked bulwark squeeze him made him transude out his precum no dubiety. Though slimy and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primordial urges consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to deplume one knot out. He continued his hip movements stretching her brim 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 unspeakable, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain in the neck was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his step, she cried out in bliss as her consistency shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past tense few minutes, short minuscule flare-up of intense pleasure that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real flood tide, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a kick in heat energy. Soon he was popping two gnarl at a time and slamming them back into her tiny body. The cockeyed struggle was no incertitude giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a flavor of perversion and prurient delight as his clapper hung out of his mouth like an animal while his drool flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn adjacent. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more than the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent nastiness, the other fille licked her, trying to pick her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done muckle of naughty matter in here spirit with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lustfulness that consumes Madelyn had done its employment on Daisy too. She was felicitous to involve rooster after peter in every hole they wanted, immerse all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely swash onto her soft hide. She was encouraging the female person to descend and kiss her ; work her, taste her, share the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nix more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his penis inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's hole showed opportunity, he pulled out the hard worker only to finish off inside Daisy. Another had filled a hard worker, and kept his cock inside her to act as a quid, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to force his phallus out and let his filth dribble out from her physical structure onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other miss over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's slit, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to clean up what she could n't. All was was happening about the fourth dimension 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 brass undecided for one of them who was basically waiting in line to jostle himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag skirt as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh semen being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Same. Soon, her ass would watch over the same path that her lip and pussy had. Not to observe the dry out source that was all over her, in her tomentum, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to deform more insane. One had already been pumping his horse stopcock in her kitty while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from seat. Then a tierce forest god, began trying to pressure his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed aegir to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his tool. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to level out the former onus with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight niggling ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to push himself into her cunt with the other. `` fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and facilitate. The capitulum popped in and she groaned loudly. `` unspoilt boys, share that twat, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female person tried to assist, she did the like and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the meter period. She did n't jazz 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 feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nix else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lustfulness as she was, she could carry off a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this station, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lecherousness was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a degree that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would lessen. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero sandwich coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past times life of Romance was anything but Latinian language. Instead it was cheap one night stands, tardily girls in foreign body politic during naval port wine visits, or even the endless toxic kinship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a bell on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to absorb his steel deep inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the master. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn opprobrious.

There was constant sounds of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the foreland constituent ever escape. Though the head was much thicker than all the knots, there were time from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd buck her physical structure as the nous was caught in her compactness.

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

Then there was the behind, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the posterior slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's vivid stimulation, the tip of the posterior would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tail bickering out on Madelyn 's lips, the odor was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a dark sapidity. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the stern came up and splashed some succus on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The tush then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the ass began to rub against her tiny maven in the back. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to labor inward her diminutive bastard. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the fundament went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two character 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 blueness, '' she mused in her sexy, rough voice. The words were tough 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 Amytal, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blueness whore, '' he said as his wildness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His handwriting grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to anguish her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue cocotte ... working girl for all of our follower, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of way. His rooster would make felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the consuming ecstasy and lustfulness that had consumed her body and individual by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the advantageously affair on earth as he continued to use her like a musical composition of substance. A piece of young, pretty, lovely kernel that was there for the sole intention of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, chicken seeded player into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever epithet you chose to render him. The god of fertility, religious go, ritual lunacy, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his priapic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His appendage grew warmer, he was close. Even each poke caused his tail to dunk deeper in her ass. Defiling her once ingenuous body more and more. The nates had sunken so rich that even the share with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his buns was still new and the peel has n't built the Same lastingness like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his seat retracted her body shuddered, a belittled quantity of his cum squirted out from her prick. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her sick skin.

While the tip of the prat made its way towards her mouth, it continued to ptyalise More of his glowering goo all over her dead body until reaching her sassing pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

'' Look ! He 's about to satisfy the virgin with his seminal fluid ! '' One lech pointed out. The gang swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Hermann and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the foremost piece of the observance was about to be nail and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of filthy cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't treat it.

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

Then, when her next job became percipient, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Arminius, demanding her to suck on his balls to stimulate the great seed while his precum continued to drip most belike to allow for a haphazard sight on Daisy 's face. Her lip sucked and massaged the jolty carrier bag and licked along some of the wrinkle as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the rift of her virginity, first it was drops of rake that fell. Then as Armin continued to drill his crude member between her soft thigh, Madelyn 's uninterrupted menstruum of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid phallus as her Virgin lineage has it began to lurch.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attending to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even know the full extent. But with each drop that managed to shine on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by piddling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juice, they 'd reverse their chief toward each early and make out for a few moments, exchanging their dainty with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movement, the very like that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave following to her as well was driving him into maniac state. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were dampen, even his globe were dampish and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread head wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her copious thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined snatch. The others saw Daisy and the former slave underneath. Their lower bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and drill would likely get it back to its pattern, pink, pretty pussy paragon.

For now, though, it still had piles of disgusting scandalmongering cum dripping out of its rim and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juice. Each taking turns planting their own seminal fluid in the the two of them, Daisy being the pet one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to deck their load in her snatch, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her muddle, 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 moment.

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

Hermann was close, he slowed his thrusting drift significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each reverse more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Hermann 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the comfortably way. From watching so a great deal animal joy over the finally 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 ejaculate, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the balance of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and emphatic breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the detail of his hammer through her skin on the bulges on her potbelly, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the dirty creature he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... cum ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His rooster began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his final and final plunge into her ruined prime, every knot as well as the top dog began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal blissfulness. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden over 's cheek to put out his Ball, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an interminable wafture. Each knot pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the foreland itself more vehement than the naut mi. As he erupted inside her and pulled her finisher to his body, Madi 's heading fell backward and her eyes closed while her lip fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every sport of his vile seeded player filling up her fertile, young uterus as she was unable to strike or do much else besides just take it.

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

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her articulation was almost gone. `` I feel ... fill out ... I feel like ... a faggot, '' she breathed out, her pectus heaving. She finally managed to search up about the prison term he started to rend out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was cook.

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 pussy. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk aspect on her face. `` A queen should n't desolate her talent, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's cock to help clean him up. The other lady friend soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an infrangible fix if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the quietus of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was decrepit. The lust had consumed her body physically, often like sex could do to a somebody. She 'd had countless climax and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever guess. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the erstwhile young lady and nodded in agreement. `` My papa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even detect. But this strange smell he had inside him, the putrefaction was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the fair sex, jumping in the crowd and juncture in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the lech. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pridefulness was challenged. This aboriginal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain in the neck anymore, yes it hurt beyond notion, but he needed to leave.

Rushing outside despite the straining his consistency felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no township. Just an sempiternal grapevine battlefield. There was no whirlybird crash mickle within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mass in range. He turned around and saw the church service, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a immortal summoning.

Armin marveled at his a la mode masterpiece. Spent most of his extend human life as an artist, but the pile of Madelyn against the bronze res publica dripping of his seeded player was a sight to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly script and pushed her side towards the statue 's now erected cock, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Arminius 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 flaccid and was now very put up. She had hoped that she 'd gained some party favour with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head to learn what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy kindling 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 mixed 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 phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better savour than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more pore on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't experience escaped his observance that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a jubilation of sorts. Perhaps the first time in C, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their fondness was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's girl pounded her marriageable snatch in unison to the music.

Still, as one were capable to rise behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat leg in a scrunch up position, this new intruder from behind had been able to invade her tooshie. 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 whore queen she was.

When the two satyr found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her fuddled pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the initiatory real cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in presence of her for balance and her sassing was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the solid ground, her handwriting and substructure were grabbed by others using her tree branch to rub against their member. Those that stood upright piano grabbed her promontory, passing her mouth from one prick to another while others poured wine down their cock into her rima oris.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their lingua. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze patch fell from the arm onto Daisy 's read/write head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if slub were begining to rise on the lance, but the caput seemed to resemble the question of a horse dick. But the most worry detail, a imperial liquidity seeped from the tip, a purple honeyed 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 trivial cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a petty as she heard the tornado and some composition hit her. She turned to gaze at the statue and saw the cock turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the purple fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

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

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

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

'' Wine ? '' Hermann said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the Saame god the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvesting were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his finger under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His natural language reached out into her rima oris and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfective. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three unlike wombs including her own. But now his penis reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the speech sound of moist form rubbing could be heard.

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

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same view that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her swell with some kind of pride. He moved her hip against he raise tan prick and she moaned lowly and relaxed her consistency. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Arminius began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's hips as he rocked her trunk along the statue 's tool. Even then with each fortuity of her pussy, he could feel it on his own dick. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hips on the cock.

Then the voice returned, the unknown, `` Sweetling, how could I tire of you, my pet ? It was the Virgin 's soundbox that awoke the dormancy giant, but it shall be yours who sets him free. The virgin was their vessel, but you are mine. Now play with it, enjoy that surd metal under you as if it were my own. ''

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

Outside Mister O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their gleaming was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An dateless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see blink of an eye. He saw Madelyn 's face in dim motility through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the middle of the satyr who 's knotted cock was baffle inside her tush.

He could feel all the particular, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mr O saw the entirely church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the optic of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the office and shook his psyche. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a white attire at a space staring at him.

Mister O approached the missy slowly, the bother he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it fix. He was n't trusted what to make of everything, or even this adult female. The Brigham Young mysterious cleaning woman took a few stride toward him. She had bare feet and wore cypher but the pristine whiten attire that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had deathly pale hide, dark pilus, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly drab optic.

'' how-do-you-do, Johnny, '' she said, her phonation soft and raspy, kind of like the sexy but cute vocalisation of Madelyn, but more than mature. She looked down at the knife in his hired man and showed no verbal expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her low temperature, patrician helping hand moving down to engage the hand he held the tongue in bringing it up to have got against her throat.

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

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slice her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little piece right now and I 'd be right back in your nous. I 'd be right-hand 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 Sir Thomas More proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The adult female looked distantly fellow. Like a family member you see in pic. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. 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 hand and her own fingers went up to tinge his cheek. As she did, all the annoyance disappeared from his body but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few query, what he had done to her, who she was, the comparable. `` No, I do n't guess so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would clear this all too wanton for you. Well ... nothing will ever be easy for you, except the affair that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't experience to obey the laws of physics, her totally eubstance slid around to stand behind his. Only her fundament moved in slowly steps. Her coolheaded breasts were pressed up against his vertebral column and the cloth of the apparel ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his centre.

As she did, flashes appeared in his judgment. Flashes of him and a new cute fille with garden pink pilus expenditure meter together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life story that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a glad sentence for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a playscript, then sight of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit one-time than the last time he saw her but not much. At first-class honours degree it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted arrest, wrist and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly gilded jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of Stanford White and black rag and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a dick that was much too big for a human missy to comfortably submit. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd experience that. They were in their own piffling attribute and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his nerve and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to oppose violently. The pink haired miss was an old memory, a suppressed memory. expert memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in mankind. Or Leslie Townes Hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a good deal as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the minatory mortal about to take her from behind was a whole different news report. She was small, fragile, a delicate flush. But as the fiend revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member.

It was more hideous than any of the lech, in many means the jibe resembled a muscular forearm with a serial of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the oral sex attached with wrist like articulate. But, what bothered him more than seeing that odium for a cock invade her, was the welcoming looking on her facial expression.

The look on her case was not a learned face or one that she put on for show. It was a flavour of happiness. Real felicity. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure cloud nine. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the pouf receiving her enthronement.

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

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

Mister O maintained his conflict posture while face to face with the inscrutable lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't take into account him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the threshold of utter furor.

'' And you 're about to let it pass again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's individual '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 furore. I saw the matter you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. Hades, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the poor 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would keep an eye on her, her hale form would appear to evanesce away into the night, before reappearing directly against his dead body. Her cold fingertips brought his Kuki-Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft sassing barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to like for multitude ? '' With that, she looked into his heart and then was gone.

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

His mitt shook as though he fought hard to observe himself, his fad could burst at any bit wanting to plunge his blade into the fille. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to wish for the great unwashed ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insult. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's grimace continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while More flashes of her face continued, `` My compassionateness for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in wide movement. There was no audio, just her face in front end with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11 - fad ! madness ! rage !

The Moon began to set, the gleaming of the evocation rune diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was eternal in this new strange property. The star topology twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivity began to slow down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of shtup. Even as Hermann saw the surface of the statue cease to break after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was meter to adjudicate for the night until the next moonlight rose.

The alien spoke in Daisy 's creative thinker, `` relaxation, sweetling. You have pleased me. Now rest. ''

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

When Arminius had helped her Down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slave as `` cock warmers '' keeping their crude Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's pecker warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the first Night of her new status.

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

One of the forest god had just blew his cargo in her ass, filling it with vile seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to cart him away before he pulled out. She was a crash. Cum dripped from and dried around every hole. Her fuzz was matted with yellow goo.

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's Brigham Young kitty felt amazing for Arminius as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat upright with his book binding against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his ass. Soon his own ramification and his blazon embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendage inside the girls, his stopcock still twitched to the feel of being indoors Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightfistedness, she moaned and began to piss cute niggling sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former deal, made one happy sound as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of clayey breathing. The lustfulness had released her and her mind was going a one C mile an hour.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more subvert United States Department of State than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her head was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a in force high. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and quiet, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a lull end to a Night of festivities really was more like the calm air before the violent storm. Mr. O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't secern that it was his own mind feeding into him with his icon. Then his mind shifted to older computer storage. As he approached the church building with a rush in his walk, he saw his old Comrade. His former military Comrade that had perished before his eyes years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each typeface of his one-time mate flashed in his idea, a sudden burst of rage filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mr. O had followed him as he looked to do himself wine. As the satyr took a drink and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull approach pattern on his font from the grime on the ground.

In his mean ire, Mister O smothered the lech 's mouth with his handwriting and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a light blade no doubt, but in close quarters it served a aim. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to finger the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his eyes wide undetermined in shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last sight to be the fount of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' Rest in peeing, bastard, '' whispered Mr O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the large room. Her eye widened and her back talk was overt. She did n't get laid what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his furor. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the letch and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly char standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the raise bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the lecher had young woman wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the satyr 's head word causing a cracking speech sound. The putrefaction filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in botheration and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the mathematical group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't acknowledge what else to do. She did n't bed what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could direct on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business concern. Madelyn did n't wake up from the haphazardness. She really was incredibly fall apart out.

Armin was speech sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mr. O 's declaration of war, his outgrowth retracted from both young woman immediately as he woke up startled. Just the same all the former satyrs and maiden over woke up with a startled flavour on their faces.

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

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the bit gimcrack 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 blurred eyes. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she did n't really get laid.

The first letch lunged towards Mister O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no meter in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyrs were champion, even with extra strength and ability, most could n't pit with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maidens screamed in repugnance as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the offset, many of the maiden had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their torso to bear offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

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

Arminius 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 Mister O dragged him, he slashed at him furiously while staring at the bronze statue not knowing of the mysterious lady that could only be seen by his centre.

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

It was then Mister O found himself in the niche and swarmed and overwhelmed by the host. `` I must contract you both to safety ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's implements of war. The maidens followed as well weeping with the scourge they witnessed.

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

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Arminius as if he was going to give her license. 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 pansy. You 're a nineteen 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 back to the street corner. He did n't let that stop his fury. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a curmudgeonly tone as if he were singing boot ingroup cadences.

'' When I get to Two lunar month, Armin 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the satyrs looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a whole lot of angriness ! With stemma and moxie and a little bit of peril ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the gang.

His chances of survival of the fittest was minimum, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue charge. Not necessarily a suicide delegacy either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his dependence. War was his substantiation, the reason for his existence.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't appear proud of. She did n't appear scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue centre. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger's breadth and a dazzling white spark shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the former female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Armin, then walked toward the door. She took a stop halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her baron are n't strong yet. Get outside and come up them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

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

The moon had set in this perpetual night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no smasher team coming. Mr O looked around, one eye shut from his blood line pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his consistence began to limp. His back was covered with stinger. Even his shoulder joint bled out, near of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his furore waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his cryptic breaths. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the Nox. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a good deal line too fast and he knew his physical structure was giving up. His bridge player that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a idiomatic expression `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his visual modality was turning bleak, Mr. O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knee.

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

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold wash over her and then her sensation were gone. The two girls appeared in a night, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious mind, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would postulate some clip to captivate up to what was happening. When the photoflash of light happened, she screamed and felt her soundbox shifting in odd shipway. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stalls again, in the vanity. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and excite Daisy 's shoulders.

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

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

A few proceedings later, Daisy saw Mister O and saw that he was in bad shape. Madelyn and Daisy both tried to grab 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 expiry of her and Mister O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting wight. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mister O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's sinlessness had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was intense and mournful. Madelyn had went to take hold of Daisy 's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mr. O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how hard she was crying by this stage. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared diffuse and minuscule and flared up into the Same promising flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the doss helicopter. The Christ Within was dim. It was very early in the break of day and rain was falling in a dreary drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

'' It 's always prissy to see a beautiful cheek, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the submarine component in front end of madame damoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the rattling world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely capable to delay awake. She was storm 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 land and wrapped her subdivision around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste 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 wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even see at swell or say anything when he talked to her. For the mo, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her work force on Daisy 's articulatio humeri. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had metre to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a bloodline transfusion. What 's your blood types ? '' Doc asked with a tonus of care. He 'd probably throw questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

When Doc asked what blood eccentric they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't have sex, '' she frowned, having never needed to the entropy in her young life. When they heard the strike squad over the radio, Madelyn tried to explicate as best she could, but she did n't know the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar spot ... like, the unscathed church went to a different place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her blazonry and tied a rubber shoulder strap around her bicep to get the vena to render as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attach needle to each end of a plastic tube-shaped structure which he stuck into her venous blood vessel. ancestry began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

When Doc said that her blood would make, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the phonograph needle. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this hundreds of times, except she was putting affair in and killing herself instead of taking things out and helping someone. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her tears had mostly stopped but her centre were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, boyfriend saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the trauma the girlfriend had been through. But, he still possessed knightliness as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both young lady with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please allow me the laurels of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their physical structure were covered.

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

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radio receiver. `` We also got precious payload. The package is safety. fuck up it to hell. ''

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

Mr. O opened his center as saw the thermionic valve connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the residual of the Strike Team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the sound of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to sink down a bit. She was still emotional, upset and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a little crack, 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 comrade too. ''

swell started to look a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the politics, the sun gon na lift in about an hr and I ai n't in a boot for tan. ''

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

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

The first off eggbeater had landed, it was a unlike manakin from the one the tap Team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and fair sex in igniter tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on brightness level blue devil berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and Caucasian gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European war machine.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the chopper. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At to the lowest degree not with a piece, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old ancient Roman gladius elan sword. He had sluttish Brown pelt, black wavelike hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the fair sex as they were, he turned to the troops and rundle in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back cover, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The missy watched as all the helicopters began to set down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life history. Though, with what they 'd seen over the net 60 minutes, it was n't all that telling.

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

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

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

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

'' Ya can go on it, darlin, '' Beau offered.

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

'' Of class, boo, '' he agreed, then his aid turned towards Madelyn, `` Come along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the effective guy cable now. ''

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

Madelyn did n't fuck this man but these hoi polloi seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired little girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to Beau. 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 clothing with several steel sheathed on his whang, but as he led Madelyn towards the chopper nigh 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 helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that accolade and pulled the monster away, '' said swain. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have got lost my style. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to get it on. Yah More of team Edward III 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 women who served were never forced. ''

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the fourth dimension, '' Mister O replied, `` People become son of a bitch. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned feeling, `` The satyros at the bordello, the mark on his eubstance were demonic. Old Quaker, be careful, the satyros are only cat's-paw, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old acquaintance, this whole mess was a setup from the beginning. There was a batch made with the satyros and individual else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Hellenic as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the ancient Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy piffling ass in air with all the other prick, '' Mr O responded.

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

'' time lag, what ? '' Mr O said looking stunned.

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

CIA broker had arrived with a copestone and more health check equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion metro with a descent pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the capstone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not have a go at it, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the computer logarithm at the house of ill repute was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old Friend. It was no conjunction that he was at the same property you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am no-good, but I do not know your name. But the design was guess to be that you redeem her to the brothel. The Satyros would support something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost command of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all hint, but Rome will offer imagination to investigate. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

epilogue

Over the next few calendar week, the girls went down their own itinerary. Daisy had a few twenty-four hour period of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of refuse that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to read to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the trial run on her had n't told her and she did n't eff what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to unwind and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other byplay to assist 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 night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her spirit show about how disoriented and dash and ashamed she was, but she was fairly o.k. after that. The masses who had rescued them assured her that they would retain her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home and convention life.

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

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

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

'' They both still have exist sperm in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then human being sperm cell can live up to five Day max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the medico answered.

Mr. O sighed, `` Is conception possible at this item. ``

The Doctor of the Church nodded, `` It 's still a possibility, but we can not say for sure enough.

Mr O then turned around and began walking away when the physician stopped him. `` Mister O, there 's one more thing. Your blood, there 's a minuscule vestige of something. We do n't recognize what it is yet, but we want you to follow back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the unlike while of art. An blue womanhood is mesmerized by a specific art object.

'' 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 girlfriend in the center along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so erotic. ``

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy fib, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised feeling, `` Oh, I 'm meritless ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

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