Broken holy man

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Brigham Young blond womanhood named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few calendar week ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the expressage intention of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her lifetime had fallen apart and she just wanted the high, and to not find anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nurses at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her in effect champion, It felt like she was the only if person she had left the just someone who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her organisation. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her persuasion straight and find to get better.

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

It was late in the even when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church building. Drug addiction rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark lawsuit, pitch-dark polished chelsea kicking and his neatly cut black hair's-breadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy byssus covering heavy nucha on his facial expression.

He stood by his fomite and waited until all the attender were dismissed from their academic session. With a lit cigar in his oral fissure he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his fifties. From there Mister O threw the cigar to the man's foot as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Andrew Johnson, my public figure is Mister O,"the sharply tog man introduced himself only to plug to Carl in the abdomen causing him to lose his breath. `` You do n't appear too good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the construction with her small bag of belongings, she saw the vista going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't help but find out. For some cause she felt compelled to watch the view, feeling an resistless 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 ! '' Mister O demanded of Carl Johnson.

The other man fell to his knees and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... help ! Call the police force ! ``

'' okay, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mister O responded sounding in a frustrated whole tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a shooting iron, and pointed it at the man 's top dog, `` 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,"cum on, Carl, where 's the missy ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last chance, where is your cultus ? '' Mr O demanded with one last final admonition as he pulled the cock back on his pistol.

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

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

Doing her best to appear seemingly calm in style, she took a deep hint. After readying herself as best she could her substructure brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low spokesperson, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the miss rustle to him. He had been so occupied with the now take to task man he did n't notice the young woman approach. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off sentry go.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to react, 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 triumphant. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more confused for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't have it away. 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 gravid 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 24-hour interval of my administration, it was code to enter hush-hush catacombs under specific townspeople undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient computer code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a gang of people to ascertain, Mister O did n't appear to deal as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` O.K., 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 monotone flying over us and I'll bewitch up to you eventually. So please salve 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 phrasal idiom 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 get along 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 fascia. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automated voice spoke, `` greeting, Mr O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a guest. Remember this Fri is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the data processor screen filled with various platter, constabulary phonograph recording, medical book all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced abruptly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no track record of tie to any privy society, cabal, or shadow governing body. induce a proficient day. ''

Daisy stared at the information processing system as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to know everything about the billet, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few meter, she looked at between the estimator, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the ace from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a soft giggle when it seemed frantic about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr O, and I work for the CIA, tail Spectrum section. You can say we investigate and operate outside the realm of rule by societal measure. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the drive of a random firm in tranquillize suburbia. It was nothing out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularisation.

'' There 's a miss missing, and this is her sign. Daisy, look, you probably have no mind what the screwing is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the automobile trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front threshold is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this SOB inside ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing girl again. She wondered who this missing young woman is, how old she was, how the man in the backrest of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her service 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 straw man doorway. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint house home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some clip since anyone was but it was mostly in good monastic order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the category portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrayal, there was adolescent young lady with dyed blue haircloth, a literal cute grin and a girl side by side door eccentric of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrait as Mr O explained the situation in more contingent. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the young lady was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something go on ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

Daisy ran a hand through her hairsbreadth, nodding as he explained the outgrowth. She looked like she wanted to interrogate him when he said something about probing person 's mind for memory board, but figured it was n't the unearthly affair she 'd seen today.

'' Her dance step father went missing about a few hebdomad 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 figure within the art, `` These are secret rune. He 's using art to dissemble these runic letter. 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 part to set up. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any form, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty leisurely to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a second and then back to the art. Running her fingerbreadth over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't cognize how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a content to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult rite ? ``

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

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

Mr. O then opened his lozenge which seemed to short-circuit all password restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's founding father :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in trouble and I need your help. I 'm going to call you soon ! making love you, my risque angel.

Mister O continued to excuse to a greater extent, `` This electronic mail came in less than a week ago. Soon somebody at this IP destination began searching the deep web looking up respective occult web site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the optic of Venice. And then three Clarence Day ago her admirer reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a known pimp. Likes to deal young lady struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to keep their tuition fee price. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was full news. cipher he was saying made the billet any brighter or made her think the female child might be okay or easy to bump. She watched him with the pad of paper, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was numb, her Father-God missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The email from the father made her stomach round. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get sorry from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a deal through her blond hair.

'' This whole thing makes me tired of, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The missy is with her father ... somehow. I do n't experience how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this stemma up with the search chronicle ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sealed, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy recreate into this then ? '' it was Thomas More of a thought out loud than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the door, `` assistant ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screeching. He then sighed in frustration, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too a great deal for you to cover. But, I 'm going to open that threshold and I 'm going to mystify the information out of him. You can leave or calculate away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a late breather when he said that he was going to go outwit the info out of the man and she nodded. `` okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly tranquilize given the situation. She walked to the look door and stepped outside, pulling the coterie of cigarettes from her pouch and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nervus as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from interior. From the exterior a lot of yelling and banging auditory sensation could be heard. The kerfuffle was enough to cause the closest neighbors to peak out the window.

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

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

Mister O 's wearable was a bit ruffled from the his scuffle with Carl 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 pencil lead, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his wearable. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a bagnio in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his liaison. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a clew. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost psyche

second began to hustle by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Samuel Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street fancy man, he mostly deals with supernatural groups. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't care, I have a team en route to erase his retentiveness,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the bawdyhouse is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the furor. But, here 's the thing, based on the mob portrait and the family picture show, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her stride founder. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the forefather is a victim or is he one of the dickhead ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the situation with the cult and the pimp, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her fuzz. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick opinion about it. To me, the signs point to something bad. I do n't think he 's the dupe, but that 's just my look. ``

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

'' Today the United Nation has recognized two time Nobel pacification dirty money recipient, Sebastian holy person to guide the new cultivating island off the coast of Kalaallit Nunaat, just North of Iceland. His humanistic nature and thrust to better mankind has made him the nonesuch selection for this new settlement, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll dissemble to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the crony innkeeper, I 'll tell apart them the pass idiom he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some blooming answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself look the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a champion of hers drop off some of her nicer wearing apparel when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her paw and ruffled up her hair some and few small smudges in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her looking at like she had put up a bit of a fighting and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a huge mess but she thought it was a bit more credible.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a two-base hit take. The expression of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her go matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his habituation. It was his substantiation for purpose in life.

'' You look neat, '' he responded, `` I mean you look bang-up in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a mansion notifying their entry into Little Albania, a biotic community of Albanian immigrants looking for a sound life. But, within the biotic community also lurked a surreptitious faction of cultists using the community to hide their phantasm work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no gens, just a hostelry 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 go on. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the urge or fix her hair. It was a short driving force to the part of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the edifice and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the engine block a few fourth dimension before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a duo stop from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice loading and unlade rider.

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

Mr O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and baulk every now and then. The guy in the bus blockage across the street from the edifice is a guard. He was sitting in the same point 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 work the part. `` I can be a pretty proficient actor, '' she said with a picayune smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really heed the rough handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd turn her torso and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and thwarted sigh and recount him to let her go.

Mister O did n't respond verbally as she played her function as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the charge towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment construction with evacuate way with the exception of old bed used for service.

Inside more homeless looking strayer stood near the entrance, no dubiousness they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's position, all the tenant social unit threshold were undecided, inside the visual modality of lady friend appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to assist onetime men.

One way in particular proposition had a girlfriend that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was lilliputian with such a baby expression. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a gown which she was barely removing when one of the three older man inside had shut the doorway.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated dissonance as he led her into the edifice. She was looking around and giving sordid 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 stunned. persona of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to need in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girlfriend and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor girls, god only knew the thing that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building role, `` wine-coloured, women, to which I act the vertiginous Goat, '' he said to the people in the federal agency. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The citizenry in the government agency sat there and looked at him for a minute of arc, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the situation chewing on his intellectual nourishment while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like missy with disconsolate hair's-breadth. But, if not, okay she will get going fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Mister O continued the charade and pulled on Daisey 's arm until they arrived at elbow room 314. As they entered the room, there had already been a man inside with his dorsum turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his bloomers back up.

Around his consistence were a pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her mid-twenties laying on her back on a tabular array. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the young young woman had the man 's seed dripping from her egotistic vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

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

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

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

'' Who I am is not authoritative, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each footprint his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is authoritative is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fertile bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

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

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

He then brought his face closer to hers, his tooth were ilk fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a here and now and smelled daisy like an creature, then a long stroke with his glossa licked her from her neck then ups the slope of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your variety has n't been on this land for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her drawers as if he was in a haste to undress her. Something about her scent and taste caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a slight when he smelled her and licked her cervix and face. His mitt was on her tummy, 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 beast of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on earth in a long time.

'' What do you signify ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to jostle him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her more. And then gunfire erupted on the freighter storey, men were yelling throughout the hallway. When she heard gunfire, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her bloomers until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't look to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't respond to anything but her. He continued to tantalize her.

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

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a monstrous adaptation of a man 's stopcock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like semblance with odd shapes like that of a serial of mi and stud piercing along the scape. Her pants now halfway down her thigh along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not take heed them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thigh, though he did not penetrate her, he savored the flavour of her pussy detrition 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-regard.

Her eyes saw his slimy putz as it slid between her stage and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so unusual and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thighs, raised her hips and put her bridge player on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't balk and give your lord offspring, I 'll have a higher opportunity of being rewarded for my divine service ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me thoroughly and wet before you put that big matter 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 mystifying down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his brim. It was a prospicient skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His center also began to change over as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animate being to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his rosehip trying rub his foreign cock against her, angling it upwards to billet it to penetrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her men to the bulwark and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to seem at him. Her words were almost cut off as he shoved his putz against her pussy again, causing her to heave in a practically different way.

But just as he was so distracted, the door explosion undetermined when man came flying through as if he was thrown against it. Mister O then charged into the way, he looked a bit roughed up with his clothes ruffled and shot the man while he was on the dry land. The nip rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

Along with Daisy, Mr O undecided fired on him. The slug were effective against him, though being increased in mogul it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a rule human being.

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

Mister O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made sure enough I was dead before enjoying some sexy meter with my booster. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female child 's pulse, the young woman that was flowing with the man 's seminal fluid. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the dickhead in the office, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the foremost few shots from the post as she worked. She got a wet rag from the toilet and cleaned the now-dry seed from the other female child 's vagina and thigh and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't cognise who you are, sweetie, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a forenoon after anovulant and tell them what happened or as a good deal as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the fille hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the slam had ceased by now.

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

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. Well ... kinda, '' she said with a easy, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the spot and how they had admission coming to care for the young lady and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in understanding about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moonshine or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises timber, `` Djall in the States ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runes. A means to hold her trunk capable of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two Nox. '' Daisy was beaming that she remembered to narrate Mr. O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the fortune to do so.

'' okeh, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a Virgo the Virgin. Always a fucking Virgo the Virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US land, abstinence is not really a strong American custom these daytime, '' Mr O continued.

The blonde followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does look like it 's always Virgo the Virgin, at least in the old stories and married woman tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in U.S., nodding and letting out a small laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the chopper, men and women in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to come on the construction. From the new wave, many in dark suits arrived.

'' Operative O, we will remove it from here, '' said a fair sex from one of the truck with dark whisker which seemed to be in care, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This solid construction is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crowd and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark case with combat boots. `` I was able to address in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and womanhood came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the wad. It was so strange to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to hold and she followed him back to the motortruck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a long time ,'I do n't fuck what he meant, '' she explained.

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

Daisy shook her headland a few meter and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just in the conclusion few days. When he mentioned it having to waitress, she nodded. `` No, of trend. That 's what 's authoritative right now. ``

Chapter 4 - mob reunification

Hours earlier, in an unrevealed emplacement, a pocket-sized abandoned town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their handwriting as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and mark. Eerie effigies surround the Christian church, 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 forties and had grey hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My racy angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the dorsum of the van, surrounded by a solemn, shadow dressed pair of men with one others in the driver nates and another riding shotgun. She looked fag and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and tell apart her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was crucial.

She 'd been taken from her empty family unit place by some spook and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor girls forced to log Z's with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip down naked and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, cold food and given water to drink. Now she was dressed in the wearing apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute annulus and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flat to pit. Her hair was messed up and her constitution was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in social movement of the church, then the men inside dismounted the fomite only to spread out the side door. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed dissimilar as they saw Madelyn.

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

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

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

'' My blue devil Angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small tike, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to peach about, my blue angel. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so befuddled as she was led inside the Christian church and all the men bowed their school principal. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a wraith. Looking over in the counseling of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` Daddy ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mammy ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the daughter trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't have it away what to call up or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubtfulness he had heavy affection for the young female child, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

As the man sat down on his own chair, the respite of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her Padre as he spoke and shook her oral sex when he told her to take up a seat.

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a strangle van with four strangers. I 'd rather stand up, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously fox and scared and hurt over what had happened the live days.

Her Church Father began to explicate the situation, `` I know you have many question, beauty, but there are things you should know. I 've raised you since you were Whitney Moore Young Jr., but the truth is I 've been looking for you my completely lifespan and I 've been alive a foresightful time. When I met your female parent, it was by stroke and I fell in love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her collaborator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you raise. But what you have to realise is that my life 's purpose was to see the true vessel for Djall, for he can give unceasing life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many students I had taught in my college learning arts classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first year of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you think of how I showed you my art ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runes, I knew I had to take them home and go out them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to go away suddenly, because I needed to let our comrade know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. earmark me to render you a new macrocosm, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to sympathize, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long time, longer than nigh. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to dare aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my plate of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very of import artifact that my clan and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a foreign statute made of bronze sitting at the communion table of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest of drawers and watched her don as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and take after the affair he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi picture or Lovecraft chronicle. It was unusual to hear him verbalise like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

'' They ca n't get back mamma, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't mold that easily. Something will go improper. This is all looney ! '' Madelyn said and then took a deep breathing time, `` Please enjoin me this is all some variety of jest ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sentience that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a gumption of seriousness and a backside tone, `` You may not empathise yet, but you will, soon it will become light up '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unusual foreign lyric.

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

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

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

At offset it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo off 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 young woman 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 Fatherhood continued while the drab bulwark of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her Padre stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around trump began to germinate from his forehead as standardized markings on his face also began to shine.

She stopped struggling and stared with panoptic center and an open mouth when her father began to grow saddle horn and glow. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arm were being held and there were men all along her dead body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no long fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even verbalise. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two lunar month

present tense time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's theater with Daisy when a red Inner Light began to honk in the center cabinet. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the Saame LCD monitor as before to pop up in the splasher, in the screen was a blonde womanhood that began to babble out with a European accent, '' salutation, private detective O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional organism, those eccentric do n't normally track over. The asshole worshiped Djall, is Djall that right ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nascence, this one in particular we believe was homo born and then transformed to a forest god, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have rationality to trust Djall is the same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape vine crop, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy. ``

'' That 's strange, Dionysus was n't a deity that promoted snatch, prostitution, and man trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we have it off anything else about where the fad might be located ? '' Mister O asked.

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

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

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

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

Mr O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul style motortruck 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, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a coach operative. I 'm for sure you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the lech implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch sensation if you should decide to feel answer to those dubiousness. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her pocketbook and watched Mister O as he spoke, saying that she had been a big assistant. She knew where this was going. He was going to say that she had to go now and that this was n't a berth for her, be it for her safe 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 destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr. O before he turned around and walked towards the front line door without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty very 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 as shooting how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the female child returned to condom and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't hump what to do. `` bye-bye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

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

Then the unknown entity began flooding her brain with the whole church building as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The inside information filtered in slowly, first was that of a forest god completely nude and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another lech rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were mint of girls there seeking to cause massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the sometime man who she recognized from photograph as the don. She made her way close and could see the fair sex orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their finger's breadth in the Cage to tint her consistency. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Edward Young fille, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

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

The further away from the church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the astral sheet. A melanize raven suddenly landed justly in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a flock of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused blackness sess to vortex with Daisy in the heart. Her eye widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the blackness smoke, a man in glowering and snap article of clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his fountainhead was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude oil looking brand. He approached Daisy with his head down and echoes of indistinct whispers continued to call up as if he were inside her ear.

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

The snug the smoky dark one approached, the louder the rustle as he raised his blades. Just as he was within orbit, behind Daisy that familiar docile representative had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to bed respectable than to ignore a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always serious to trifle on the side of rubber and at least confirmed the lead.

'' seed inside, '' he instructed as he opened the breast door.

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

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

Inside the service department were a few men in different gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on unconstipated wear such as denim drawers or cargos with t-shirts along with Shirley Temple tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like armed services or something.

However one man in particular proposition was uniquely dressed in clothes designer clothing. While the military looking unity had scruff and beards with short-change hair, this other valet had hanker hairsbreadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than hit man, he was armed with several throwing daggers and a fighting blades.

'' fountainhead, O, sword lily yah can link us, '' the man said with a Cajun speech pattern. And then he noticed Daisy and took one bridge player to recognise her `` Well hello, darlin', the name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just ring me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand shot. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a shade of red with blench skin.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the strike team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cattleman globe cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Thomas 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 take in her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a pattern one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda material to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue haired miss, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a batting cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a snort 's eye scene of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility rate, religious transport, rite madness, and wine fashioning. A epicurean deity. It would make good sense if they chose a shoes near the harvesting of wine-coloured, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to modify out his clothes into jeans and a t-shirt with bang and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exclusion of sheik continued to reckon on the map.

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

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the processes in his read/write head to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her straits to see at him and then gasped a minuscule as he revealed his fang.

'' Okay, dandy, not right now, '' Mr. O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouch of his undershirt, `` Daisy, there are various possible locations with vineyard. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her whisker. `` The town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two synodic month vinery ? '' Mr O replied to sustain her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the man in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in depraved acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

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

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to locomote now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a trace specter. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist blast. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a little bit. `` That makes common sense, '' she said quietly and ran another deal through her hair. She did n't tell them about the man who met her in the emptiness and whatever saved her from the thing that tried to kill her. That seemed somehow personal and like something that was here alone to remember and wonder about. She might ask about it at a later sentence, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - Black Raven Down

The drive in one of the truck was n't much significant. A lot of the squad members including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only trouble is, we have several town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to assist us identify which town looks fellow to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' smasher team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more eminent testosterone muscular tissue head type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd make to serve them figure out which town was which. `` If the others do n't bet anything like that one, it 'll be easy to say, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave boyfriend a slight smiling as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the hand truck but she did n't mind it too much.

'' Do n't ya interest, cher, '' fop said to Daisy as he dismounted the hand truck, `` I 'm not one to be brassy ... at least not outside the chamber. ''

When dude spoke again, Daisy gave him a minuscule smirk and shook her foreland. `` 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.

exterior of the motortruck in an open field, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to gameboard. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, Beau, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The eggbeater although non-white blue seemed as pitch blackness as the night itself, unmarked and hearty in coloring. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the edge on reverse terminal of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had phone on to communicate with each other over the loudly propeller noise as well as with the other eggbeater. After about an minute into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing commonwealth lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

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

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her inquiry was soon reply and there were more important things as the former helicopter caught on flaming and started to go down.

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

Then all of the sudden a raft of Corvus corax flew along side of meat of the helicopter, first Doc vacation unfold fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Corvus corax poofed into dim sess and appeared as a man with blunt blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the beast appeared in their helicopter and she did n't jazz what to do as she watched the spell archetype was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his handgun to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the eggbeater slashing away at the railway locomotive. fellow unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the whirlybird grabbing the puppet 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 excited when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't know what else to do.

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

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

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her expression and in that present moment sentence felt as it slowed down. The few multiplication he saw her grinning like when she tried to calculate her section for the brothel which caught his care, perhaps a signified of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to assist her brace for the impending crash.

As the meat cleaver went down, Daisy 's breathing spell hung on her chest and she closed her eyes squiffy and squeezed her coat of arms around Mister O. She was n't for certain what happened adjacent. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the following few hour. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a direct crash but still spin around around and slide across the vineyards like a romp string that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravitational attraction slipped away from around them as her pes stopped touching the metal flooring. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the meat cleaver anymore and before they hit the ground, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would see themselves somewhat safe on the ground, far from the collapse. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

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

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's Father of the Church ordered the lech that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood forfeiture, now the ritual is concluded. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them find our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to dredge them both towards the church service to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the initiatory niggling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her foresightful journey, and gagged because she would n't stop over crying and asking query. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual turn and dark rituals in nominal head of her and it seemed to possess some effect on the Whitney Young female child. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual zip of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quietly, more Stoic. The former night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the furor took her from her John Cage, stripped her of her dress and hand bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to delight the special attention.

The missy was either so traumatized that she could do nothing but accept her portion or some military unit was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the causa she had been brought here to fill out. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the sentiment long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought process of her father using her for such rite still made her need to bankrupt into tears.

After the bathroom, the cleaning woman had drawn a few symbols in unlike places along her curvaceous soundbox. She did n't agnise them and no one would say her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to learn Thomas More sexual rite, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some violence she did n't know and she 'd gone into a deep, dark eternal rest that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd get hold herself tied up and some of her apparel in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some legal injury may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to materialize to them, had asked their names, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't cogitate 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 soundbox and some of the woman had said she could be another of the cult 's sexual sacrifice.

Mister O did n't know how long he was out, but another spatter of common cold water was thrown on his font giving him a shock absorber to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some prison term, it was sunset in the future day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

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

Mister O laughed and then spatter parentage, `` Is that theorise to scare me ? Your name is Hermann, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last figure is hammer. And here you are trying to mobilize a low rate divinity so fucking terra incognita we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn More about him. ''

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

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

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

'' Let us set about the joy and soon the Virgo will be offered up for all to enjoy ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyr and maidens, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be joy slaves for the ceremony. Hermann, Madelyn 's Father of the Church appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slaves wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's batting cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed tranquility as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her beginner usher in the beginning of the ceremony. A bustle of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another spirit there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the John Cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a thick hint, stood up and let them take her hands and help her measure down from the platform that the cage was one. The Pres Young cleaning lady was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the impulse to cut through herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main consequence, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be persona of the celebration. `` Bring the cleaning lady interloper, she will now join in Djall 's resplendence, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful impulse with two of the female slaves.

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

One woman in particular sat on Mr O 's lap taunting him and holding his nerve in the direction of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to watch your Quaker become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The office was definitely an awkward one for Mr. O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual natural action, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was vindicated to see the proportion of male person to females was clear more with the Male. To every two or three male person, they had to contribution a female person among the grouping. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the Lord's table before Hermann, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. Much of the satyr'nails were like razor needlelike claws as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

Daisy 's apparel 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 incisive those nipper were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost virtually of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller tit than the untried girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the ilk of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever chore they were trying to fulfill or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. watchband, anklets, and finally a livery to finalise her regalia for the ceremony while her father continued to thrust and riddle two of the slaves, one after the other.

While nigh of the letch thrusted savagely into their female pardner like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew French horn, his transmutation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his human face still resembled his humanly form. His expression still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other satyr'lower body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with adhere base, but still retained human shaped stage. Though, the odd matter about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped cocks. In renaissance art, satyr were often depicted as priapic creatures and with ripe cause as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the Same uniquely shaped turncock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal string of beads, but the head dowry was much more of the vernacular mushroom SHAPE. The other, his rooster was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither role was skinny 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 muscularity relaxed some and she just sort of watched the demoralize acts that Hermann and the female person were performing.

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her mitt and led her to her father. `` collapse your daddy a osculation, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more patent they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her founding father and told to fall in him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes nightfall closed. She went to go back down on her plane infantry, but before she could, something seemed to evoke inside her. She went back to his mouth and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her sleeve wrap around his neck.

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

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the sporting house had. It seemed each nautical mile had a point of stimulant. The former with the horse like determine peter erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a petty as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening rim and her button. This seemed to be having an issue on the blonde, causing her to squirm More and close her oculus as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her torso experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked tongue as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her hide. The other, also having a forked spit licked her from the fundament of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the glossa wrapped around her neck and started to work out her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in detail that seemed to hold these two from just forcing themselves to film her, but it seemed as if they could turn a loss their control any second. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowy man with a comrade voice appeared, but only to her. In her judgment he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish well to protest ? Tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at first Armin 's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the efflorescence young lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their kiss continued, the more than he could n't curb himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he go along to transform while inside the striver, his tongue also transformed into the separate tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other char. It was easy to separate. Madelyn did n't check the osculation, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body finisher to his. When his natural language transformed and went into her rima oris, she audibly moaned into the buss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the best kisser but she definitely put the effort and lustfulness into it.

Passionate buss soon turned fast-growing as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable moan became beast like growl. 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 clapper out of her throat that dripped his now thick saliva which almost seemed ugly compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In nominal head of his daughter, his pulled it out one naut mi at a time causing a popping audio with each air mile that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the heading of his shaft seemed unlike from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the foreland portion seemed to continually move and twitch like a flexing muscularity. `` clear it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

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

Her falter returned but she made herself skimpy down and lick some of his ejaculate off the cock and then very much like with the kiss, once she had the outset taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange cock, seeming to have got no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each punch, Arminius 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out Thomas More of his seed. Watching his trivial girl use her glossa to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her side below him servicing his iniquity desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the Thomas More it seemed to touch the others as the energy became more acute. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the conversant voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you require to taste it ? '' He asked.

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

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your backtalk. Use your body to realize him transform once more than. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning vertebral column

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was shed light on his cock reacted to every single ghost. The other two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy go about Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his backrest scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's succus had the net element to make each one their final exam form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the lecher laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly ascent and downfall in a rhythm method with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at helping hand ... and backtalk.

Her head bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few fourth dimension and causing her own spittle to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slack her down feather. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's manpower and put it on the circumstances of the tool her oral cavity could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the buck peter knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to pervade 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 zip else since the altogether drive. First your Father-God, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the lech put his dick against her kitty and began to rub against it. She closed her center when he whispered in her ear and leaned her top dog back against his bureau, seeming to whoop it up in the Book 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 function of the turncock enthusiastically, a petty smile coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her physical structure against his thorax gave him a blissful face on his cheek, a depraved flavour of atonement even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royal family under his dark perverted god. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her stifle having her sit on his lap. While the former slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the spear while rubbing it position to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the letch put her in his lap and let the female rub the dig against her virgin snatch rim, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older female child, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable situation while a slave and lecher continued to make unholy love above him caused him to kick the pair away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyr took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in figurehead of Hermann and the young woman.

'' Trespasser, '' Arminius said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my vessel. But here you are, and now your fan kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the beam of light of his beaded cock and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your devotee where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lecherousness was too potent inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own manus back up and began to fondle his with child egg as her sassing pleased his tool and sucked off all the precum, trying to plowshare it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his putz, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various action at law going on between their legs.

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

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

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

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his backtalk like a banquet. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave riding him. The other 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 bind it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her pegleg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her dead body up and down letting her inner thigh and kitty-cat feel his horse like peter pulsate and vellication while the striver with the tip in her mouthpiece minimized the mess on her stage.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight legs together and sort of nookie her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft hide of her thighs and she knew there was a miss at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his turncock, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to pick out him her oral fissure. He loved seeing how demoralize Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other forest god 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's head underneath, `` clean house her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her rima oris all-embracing, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her Church Father into her mouth, closing her rim around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head apparent movement 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 predilection and feel of it in her mouth.

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

Madelyn 's eyes were full. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too mindful of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too practically to do so. Her big, all-encompassing, green middle looked around at the former satyrs, up at her founder and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouthpiece was going inscrutable than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy a good deal drooled even more as the rooster rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exudate out. Though it was thick and vile, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellow or tan timber to it rather than snowy. It was no question filthy and hardly represented new living as a veritable man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual filthiness. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her face on his rough skinned ballock.

Being a lecher himself and from his last transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the shape as everyone else has. The furry wooden leg, the cloven feet. His Ball had dark-skinned peel and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong trunk odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his putz into Madelyn 's oral fissure, the more his Ball continued to smother the lower component of her face under him.

It was n't long until the forest god behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hope to lap them both. Yet another letch approached Madelyn and licked her from bum in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her stooge buttock. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his vertebral column, with his pronged lingua the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's fresh rap prime. His spit stretched out much longer and his spit much like their intimate fluids were wooden-headed. With each slug, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's puss as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fade sinlessness hovering over his face made him insatiate as he gave her one farsighted stroke of his tongue along her muliebrity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't take care licking her butt kettle of fish, tasting her sensitive parts of her endearing tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussy together with his recollective tongue and gave Madelyn pleasance she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her Fatherhood 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the principal as she went.

It was then that Hermann decided to step up the office. With hand drift, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chairman to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the Virgin and the traitor perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their soundbox and spit, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more than into their carnal degeneracy.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Arminius since the shady soma had said that he needed a final examination transformation, but then everyone began to stake away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of demoralize satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of lily-livered seed.

They were told to pleasure each former and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was funny why they were n't getting to things already but did n't attend too upset about the statement. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each former. In an instant, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a heated up heat, letting their spit dance in each early 's mouths.

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

The shade man with the familiar interpreter emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweetness and soft voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this world, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can blend and feel you. These depraved creatures, I can experience you through them. For each one you touch, you also allude me. Do you desire to feel me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Hermann. He then appeared to blend with Arminius, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the conversant voice now spoke through Arminius, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for timeless existence ? crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your oral cavity one last time before I take your consistence. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a giving. Did you not want your pain sensation to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The choker is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can feel 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, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar spirit phonation was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to blockade and he spoke in her head again. Daisy listened to all the quarrel he said and they had an effect on her. An overwhelming wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to pull up stakes her alone.

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

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and knee joint over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her sassing, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her long light-haired whisker for the collar.

'' wise choice, '' he whispered in her nous. 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 consistence still the same as it had been as a lecher, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the companion voice could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar snap 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 belly and the cold-shoulder intuitive feeling of betrayal on her own part.

Armin used one hand to point Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to enjoy her physical structure. `` joy me, '' Armin demanded.

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

While Arminius held his eagre prick in emplacement to Daisy 's congregation, the part spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The drumhead of his shaft pressing against her cunt back talk made Daisy demand it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no prison term. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hip joint down, the expectant, thickheaded, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimum stretching and force-out required.

First the twitching headspring that burrowed between her sass. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each introduction. A loud, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after gnarl and in after inch penetrated her and slither inscrutable inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Arminius sat there like a B. B. King as Daisy took him inside her. All the meantime he pulled Madelyn 's point between his own legs. practically like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no dubiousness covered in voiced fur to puddle up for the uncut hide, but he wanted his slight girl to be section of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her middle and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't much force required, but she liked it. She took in the olfaction of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough tegument. She had to catch her breathing place 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her downcast belly from the hump of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The material body of his hammer was unequaled, it was more harsh. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the protuberance and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that inscrutable into her cunt. She thought she was going to possess to do all the work, which was ok, but there was a visible excitement on her side when he began to draw in her fit soundbox up and slam it back down. The flesh of his tool made it slightly afflictive but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own coxa to assist him, then put her hands on his berm to brace her body so she did n't fall over with the effect of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the catch the 1st time, but when the question of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in rapture as her torso 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 slave. Armin was no longer a man, but a beast, a mythic creature of pure lustfulness. Even his balls began bolt Madelyn 's expression the Sir Thomas More he continued to pump his coxa like an animate being.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a good backbreaking pushing and roared like fauna. He was beginning to transmute again, the extrusion from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her heart were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his brute thrusts, using her eubstance for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his sassing, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a ophidian and slithered around on her sass. Saliva flowed freely the more his lingua moved.

Daisy, when he gave that outset thrust into her, spread her branch wide around him and screamed out in a mix of hurting and pure pleasance. That push was hard and barbarous. When he began again, after he began to switch, she wrapped her toned legs slopped around him and leaned her mind 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 moan out loudly and affect with each drive. `` shuffling me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look to a greater extent beast like rather than homo with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her spine and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in passion trying to mate.

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

Armin sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His blazon seemed a bit longer now, his hands much fully grown that he could grab her waist with one handwriting and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of protrusion from his greyback moved as he slid his pecker inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

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

Arminius 's body status was also very animal like, or yet more than insensate. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as almost would in that particular place between their partner 's wooden leg as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squat position, he had Daisy 's articulatio coxae slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to push the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulge had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to arouse both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her vertebral column and taking Armin like a whore. Her pelvic girdle were raised, her branch were outspread and wrapped around him, her groan were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Wood beneath her. She was in sensual bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his branch although already furry like the other lecher, his began to further evolve. Unlike the man like shaped legs, Armin 's began to morph as his heftiness spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to change its build into a goat like form giving him Sir Thomas More flexibleness to stuff relentlessly in his squatting position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could finger those notches moving back and Forth River under her cunt. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her paw on her founding father 's articulatio humeri.

'' Oh, dad, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to cause that interior of me. '' She was overwhelmed with luxuria and basically begging. `` daddy, meet our pretty pet with your seed and let her take in you require me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to satiate Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed fury. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's eubstance as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and Robert Brown beard began to get under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some form, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the view continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to institutionalize him into a hysteria. She was grinding her hips intensely on the medulla pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her virgin cunt and feeling her succus making Daisy 's skin below her glister, combining with the stew. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to get the picture her copious bosom and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their bid. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final energy, he slammed his genus Phallus deep inside Daisy as his shaft went into convulsions spewing his nasty seed inside her. Even through the bulges, his dick twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most vivid climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, xanthous come began to flood her womb and flood around from around the stopcock to make a hell of a smelly, steamy mess between their ramification.

Arminius howled in delight as he his transformation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with modest tremors pushing out the last-place spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet business firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's consistency as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail assembly, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid protrusion throughout the debunk skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head 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 hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing medulla as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - naturalness Lost

Armin continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind leg. He continued to smile in joy with more than than mere satisfaction, instead it was a spirit of conquest. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's organic structure as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calmness before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Arminius looked towards Mister O. `` Has the shielder Angel broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

Mr. O looked at Armin with a sinister grin. One that spelled furiousness all over his face. `` Me an backer ? '' Mister O scoffed, `` The closest affair to an angel I 'll ever be is morning star. Even then, he had a halo at one degree, 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 longsighted, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one greyback at a time from Daisy. Each naut mi that popped out, a effusion of his lousy source cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to pursue. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those delicious lip. Some dripped out in slow watercourse, some fell out in gooey heaps, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his stooge like peg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's body. His new word form revealed to all to who watched. Using his hind end as if it were a lead, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's cervix and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to start. The statue was in the shape of a lech as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Arminius led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the view gave her enough room to run back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each hired hand keeping them spread out-of-doors. 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 ceremonial as she lay there in her net present moment of her virginity. She was now perched in presence of the whole elbow room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to bask it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her impair her with his depraved, yellow source and sealed her property as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Arminius while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the eternal rest of the others. They did not waver to admit her in their carnal debauchery as one lech placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His peter, which was also oddly shaped with rigid brawn and and hard thick veins spiraling around the jibe 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 phallic peculiarity for her to orally pleasure them and relish.

Daisy was trying to come down from the immense high she 'd just matte and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself region of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was bare moments before his cock was shoved recondite inside her used pussy, sticky and slick with the germ of their leader.

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

Mr O knew the letch had one big fault, their appetite 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 sheepfold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his back. As the bunch continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mr. O had used the chance to hightail it and slip away undetected from their misdirection.

The letch using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an object for his gratification. The more vivid her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral joy from her began to transform. nearly commonly, the goat like hind stage. Soon the other forest god took card and wanted her soundbox to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be desirable of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female person spouse seemed to use them solely as fluffers to proceed them occupied only to bequeath them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slovenly woman at a highschool party. She 'd taunt individual until they were done with her while rotating between two or three dick with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a professorship or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her back talk as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her face and torso. She was rudely a whore powerful now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs more spry and elastic to have her in unlike positions. One had Daisy straddling over his leg human face to font as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her manus on his shoulders and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own genus Phallus, one shaped like a gymnastic horse 's rooster against her little adept in between her butt buttock.

'' 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 pecker into her tight ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her asshole out-of-doors and stretch over the header of his yearning dick. The more he pass it into her ass, the to a greater extent stiff the light beam of his putz 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 optic with everyone who happened to front at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange cocks inside her. Then, her center settled on her father and she gave him that same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open to him, her cleft almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue right field on her tiny star below her virgin kitty. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the fold tasting her hillock and remain upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a unvoiced slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy tidy sum. Then his tongue continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her sass and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a tenacious railway line of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The blue angel haired girl moaned as his clapper explored her body and smirked as the saliva chain fell against her sick cutis. His shadow rose up, now with more ascendance it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her cutis.

His own grotesque phallus which had violated so many of the distaff slaves, his sinful rod of animal enticement that caused Daisy to cuckold her new found Quaker to serve him for his pleasure now erected before the girl that he once saw as his girl.

Each knot tidal bore, the head wanting, the cutis itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his Amytal angel 's purity. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck opening with the tip rubbing along her lips. His helping hand around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing wolf in size compared side by side to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her eubstance towards him, his prat slightly tightening up with the intensity. The chief continued to wedge its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the fanny wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his with child hammer pushed against her mean, immature pussy. He was having to push it in, even with how sop her cunt was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her sealskin. It was n't a plea or a ailment. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

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

When the seal of approval broke, an even darker, More acute wave of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this nighttime to concluding forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their dick in every potential place in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and apply them the benediction of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to campaign forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each mi being forced in harder than before. He was not making screw to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new filthy lady of pleasure.

A few pearl of blood escaped her slit but not much more than that. Her pussy was tight and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't require him to make love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to jazz her like the animate being they were, like the queen whore she was.

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

As it did, Mr. O dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. He was a roue sacrifice, the ceremony had taken impression on him. The more he tried to crawl away, the more than pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A blasphemous act of putrefaction, the taint of honour with nastiness, the soiled coupling of beastly creatures and maidens. Hermann had forced himself inside her, his uncouth member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent dead body.

He gazed upon the swelling formed by his oddly shaped cock on her body. But, unlike the prominence he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although operose and business firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner walls as her torso swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his pelvis back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her torso pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was mystify inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the kinship group of the werewolf packs, but this was a beginning for a lecher. Inside her, his tool continued to wrestle even more on its own each fourth dimension he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a effective feeling no doubtfulness. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her soundbox the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her top dog from its backward post and opened her middle to front down in confusedness. The niggardliness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good problem to get in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her dead body forward but it was not a bad opinion. It was almost primal.

organism stuck inside her and feeling her tight bulwark squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though wretched and buddy-buddy, it aided in the lubrication unconscious process as his primal impulse consumed him causing him to jerk his pelvis frantically trying to pull one international nautical mile out. He continued his hip effort stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly afflictive, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was secure than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't do it it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few minutes, forgetful little bursts of intense pleasance that made the painful sensation like nada she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon finger, a existent climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her niggardliness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in oestrus. Soon he was popping two burl at a time and slamming them back into her midget torso. The tight struggle was no dubiety giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned creature. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and libidinous delight as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an animal while his drool flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new hard worker. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The More the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the early girls licked her, trying to clean house her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of juicy things in here life with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The Lapplander lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to conduct cock after turncock in every maw they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely squish onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female person to occur and osculate her ; lick her, taste her, share the hammer with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nil more than to cover or fulfil her with their dirty, stinking seed.

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

When the man brought the early girl over to her and pulled his prick out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's puss, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to pick up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks surface for one of them who was basically waiting in line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag dame as he fucked her twat that was now completely ruined with yellow, desiccated cum and refreshed seed being constantly supplied to its hungry astuteness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the like. Soon, her ass would fall out the Sami path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to mention the dehydrated seeded player that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to change by reversal more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cavalry hammer in her kitty while making her ride him as he lay on his spine, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from fanny. Then a 3rd lech, began trying to thrust his own rooster in her occupied kitty. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the foreland in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his putz. They truly were creature, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a decent, big cock and had another man mounting her from can and fucking her closely little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her twat with the other. `` piece of tail, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` well son, plowshare that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now portion that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could make you finger. It trapped you in the fourth dimension you 're in at the instant and makes you feel like there can be zippo else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lecherousness as she was, she could manage a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another word form of drug.

Mr O had reached a percentage point that he could n't continue further away, the pain in the neck was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the botheration would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a dark brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the horse in shining armor, nor the paladin coming to save the day. He definitely was null in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a glum tally.

Even his past life of love affair was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, well-to-do girls in extraneous lands during naval porthole visit, or even the endless toxic relationship he had. Whatever this duskiness that began to brew inside him was taking a cost on him. He 'd already been on a disconsolate path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit give hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the putrescence seeping inside his own individual made him lust war, he wanted to dip his sword deep inside each and every letch he saw and arrogate Daisy as his own. He wanted to sleep with her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the master. The rottenness began to spread, he looked down at his mitt and saw his veins turn black.

There was unvarying sounds of popping as Armin 's mile forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head dower ever dodging. Though the headland was much thicker than all the knots, there were metre from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd buck her body as the point was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the rear, throughout Madelyn 's indecorous defloration, the tail slithered among her dead body. During time of Armin 's acute arousal, the tip of the tail would almost pitter-patter out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few times the tail spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the aroma was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour feeling. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the empennage came up and splashed some succus on her lip, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her consistence, as her off-white dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her diminutive star in the back. With his precum coating the buttocks head, it began to push inward her tiny son of a bitch. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail assembly went down under her and teased her ass gob, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the tactile sensation of having two parts of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my lady amobarbital sodium, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blue cocotte, '' he said as his wildness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting perspective. His hands grabbing her waistline and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the language leave his rim. `` Yes, daddy, your blue bawd ... fancy woman for all of our follower, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His dick would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overcome ecstasy and lust that had consumed her organic structure and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on globe as he continued to use her like a piece of music of meat. A piece of youth, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the lonesome purpose of him and everyone else there to bank their sick, xanthous seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to dedicate him. The deity of fertility, spiritual hug drug, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to twist even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each push caused his tail to absorb deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent soundbox more and more. The fag end had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was spiritualist, his tail was still new and the tegument has n't built the same lastingness like his turncock has. He had to commit it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her body shuddered, a little amount of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her blench skin.

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

'' feeling ! He 's about to occupy the Virgin with his seed ! '' One letch pointed out. The crew swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the world-class office of the ceremony was about to be over and it barely registered as she had just gotten two dozens of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her spinal column as she had reached back to stroke a prissy big putz that was waiting. He apparently could n't do by it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's consistency, the lecher demanded her to lick Madelyn clean to get up her consistency for Djall 's arrival. She was brought to the front and helped some of the other female clean the sour 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 exculpated, she happily obliged. They had forced her facial expression under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to get the great seed while his precum continued to dribble most probable to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's expression. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the seam as his precum and some of Madelyn 's odorous nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, beginning it was cliff of blood that fell. Then as Arminius continued to contain his crude phallus between her easygoing thighs, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow of her own beloved that flowed from her corrupt maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid member as her virgin bloodline has it began to shift.

Though it may not cause been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even recognize the total extent. But with each free fall that managed to devolve on the member, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's cheek, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a magnificent deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined virgin is made into a fancy woman 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 turn their heads toward each other and ca-ca out for a few moments, exchanging their delicacy with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His right hip movements, the very Lapp that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the buckle down next to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every part of his bead cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a mucky mussiness as their commix fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were dampen, even his testis were moist and glistened in dripping stew.

As she was under there, she kept her stage spread panoptic as to not deprive the others of her body. Her ample thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the early slave underneath. Their lower eubstance still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond fix and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its formula, tap, pretty twat idol.

For now, though, it still had lots of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet succus. Each taking turns planting their own source in the the two of them, Daisy being the favour one.

One by one, the men continue to demand what they wanted from her. If they wanted to underprice their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her rose hip and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to plowshare her kettle of fish, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the fancy woman she was in this moment.

One in particular proposition 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 clip he had an chance. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout life in her fecund physical structure specifically, even if that life history were an loathing of beast and maiden over.

Armin was close, he slowed his poke movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow to a greater extent punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the right way. From watching so much carnal joy over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the residual of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing C. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another punishing and forceful breach into her once consecrated gem. Then looking down at her consistence, seeing the details of his cock through her cutis on the bulges on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as spit continued to slaver out like the foul animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seeded player ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in walking on air. `` Yes ! Your prostitute ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that endure, intense jabbing that would beam every bit of his hammer into spasms and vivid motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more spiritualist. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to twist and wriggle as he pulled it back, then right before his lowest and final exam dip into her smash efflorescence, every knot as well as the school principal began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her eubstance into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his pelvic arch. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's expression to smother his ball, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellowness filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an interminable wave. Each knot pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the fountainhead itself more trigger-happy than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his trunk, Madi 's psyche fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, silent scream of pure carnal joy. It felt like nothing else. She could palpate every sport of his vile source filling up her fertile, young womb as she was ineffectual to move or do much else besides just remove it.

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

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eye. Her interpreter was almost gone. `` I feel ... consummate ... I feel like ... a king, '' she breathed out, her chest of drawers panting. She finally managed to count up about the fourth dimension he started to pull out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a photoflood of his cum started to be let loose but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her sass to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk feeling on her nerve. `` A world-beater should n't knock off her gift, '' she mused and went to drub Armin 's prick to help cleanse him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an downright mess hall if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the respite of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weakly. The lecherousness had consumed her body physically, a great deal like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her Thomas More than she 'd ever imagine. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older missy and nodded in concord. `` My pop 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never finish Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the tincture as the others were too sex drunk to even find. But this strange flavor he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the char, start in the crowd and join in. Another slope of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was covetous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primaeval corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain in the neck anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

haste outside despite the overrefinement his physical structure felt, he found himself outside the church building. But, where the fuck was the Town ? There was no townspeople. Just an interminable grapeshot field. There was no helicopter crash sight within the space, even as the synodic month shined there were no plenty in kitchen range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange vortex of swarm hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity summoning.

Arminius marveled at his up-to-the-minute masterpiece. Spent most of his run homo life as an artist, but the visual modality of Madelyn against the bronze state dripping of his source was a quite a little to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's capitulum with his beastly paw and pushed her face towards the statue 's now raise shaft, `` You, stick around here and revere Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her point down and told her to cleanse the bronze tool of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the pecker had once been flaccid and was now very vertical. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favour with him but she still followed his guild and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouthpiece, turning her head to ascertain what was happening by the altar. Hermann was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Hermann unhooked Madelyn 's legs from the statue 's script and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his blazon. She had thought that he would leave behind her there and the men would run one long gear on her but she was almost happy to be capable to propel around a bit.

He carried her to the bound of the altar while the forest god cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore fairy of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a small-arm of heart and soul fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped peter was the inaugural to feel his new queen from interior. All others were in a hurry to tug their cocks against her brim as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a peter was pressed to her sass and she opened them to let it in. She did n't birth to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine puss and her warm oral fissure.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start out depositing their foul spunk into her and all over her, she 'd bug out 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 loss leader 's Lord, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorting. Perhaps the first time in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their tenderness was that of tainting her with their foul emollient. Many of them sang in a foreign spoken language while the letch fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the medicine.

Still, as one were able to bestride behind her as her horse cocked better half straddled her over his lap with his Goat legs in a hunker down emplacement, this new intruder from fanny had been able-bodied to invade her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any tangible work and was instead being treated like the whore queen she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method of making it so two of them could take in her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her tight pussycat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the outset tangible cock inside her plump ass. Her workforce were holding on to the one in front of her for proportionality and her lip was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her dead body never touching the ground, her deal and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her drumhead, passing her sass from one pecker to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his can watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affectionateness as they clean his soundbox with their tongue. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to grow on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most matter to detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a empurpled sweet smelling liquid.

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

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

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

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

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking proud of. Djall had also been believed to be the same god the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine-coloured and grape harvest were among his benediction. Armin seemed to have an endearing touching for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her mentum and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a little bit when Armin 's hand came up to her mentum and her body sort of just moved smoothly with his hand as he summoned her upright. She was his for rightfulness 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 knife reached out into her back talk and tasted the wine-coloured. It was sweet, almost perfect. The gustatory sensation alone rejuvenated his vital force. Since Daisy 's gaining control, he 's already deposited his seed in three dissimilar wombs including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip tease at her mound as the sound of moist physique detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her pegleg on the statue hands. The erect penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy relief on the shaft. Taking ascendancy of her hips once again, Armin moved her rose hip to rub her puss all over the statue 's erect penis.

She looked really surprise when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her sheik with some kind of pride. He moved her coxa against he raise tan stopcock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her dead body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to take a breather heavily with each sway of Daisy 's rosehip as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each stroke of her cunt, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her articulatio coxae on the cock.

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

Daisy heard the voice as her pelvic girdle were being moved back and forth. Her breathing was leaden and she was very, very excited. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Hermann, not her mystery man. She nodded at his lyric when he said that she could be the one to really matter and told her to savor the statue. Lifting her hip, 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 abide by the church building, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see heartbeat. He saw Madelyn 's typeface in boring motion through the eyes of the forest god that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the middle of the letch who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could palpate all the contingent, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded shot, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his oculus, Mr O saw the all church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the post and shake his nous. When the visual sense faded, he looked to the domain and saw a cleaning lady in a gabardine dress at a distance staring at him.

Mr. O approached the lady friend slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to make of everything, or even this cleaning woman. The young mystic woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare metrical foot and wore nothing but the pristine white garb that was almost like a fancy nightgown. She had deathly pale skin, dark pilus, especially in comparability to her skin, and pale, ghostly downhearted eyes.

'' hi, Reb, '' she said, her phonation soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but precious voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no formulation, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to poke me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle hand moving down to consume the hired man he held the tongue in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The untested cleaning woman before Mr O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a cause, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million niggling piece right hand now and I 'd be decent back in your headland. I 'd be correct back here, '' she said in an almost amuse voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a mob phallus you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a miss who appeared in your dreaming but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the worst thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the forged matter you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his mitt and her own fingers went up to touch his buttock. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an vivid 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 than it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite place it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more confused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of people, but ma'am, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so conversant he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the fuck are you ? ``

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

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her altogether body slid around to support behind his. Only her foundation moved in easy steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the frock ruffled in the odd wind of wherever they were. Her hired hand slowly came up to compensate his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his brain. flash of him and a young cute girl with knock hair outgo time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be majestic of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's shaft or being filled by Armin. Visions of a well-chosen time for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a Scripture, then imagination of her being crowd banged by the lech in the most vivid point.

Then, he saw the pink haired little girl again. She was a bit older than the terminal sentence he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as More of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted taking into custody, carpus and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and black sheet of paper and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in darkness, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human young woman to comfortably make. But they were n't on land, and he 'd experience that. They were in their own footling dimension and the man shrouded in phantom could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her helping hand fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old computer memory, a suppressed memory. salutary retention 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 humanness. Or hope. Or even repurchase.

The visual modality of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pinko haired daughter. But seeing her as she was with her rosehip raised and the ominous person about to take her from behind was a whole dissimilar story. She was small, fragile, a soft flower. But as the fiend revealed one of his many form, with his vile extremity.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a serial of tentacles that curled into a predominate fist for the head attached with wrist like articulatio. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a dick invade her, was the welcoming tone on her aspect.

The facial expression on her face was not a determine look or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of staring bliss. She was adorned like a king, only with the unshackled shackle of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her enthronization.

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

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

Mister O maintained his fight position while font to face with the mysterious dame. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the sceptre of staring furor.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone 's girl. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a voice of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't blame you after what you just saw her do. Hell, 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 learn her, her whole flesh would seem to languish away into the nighttime, before reappearing directly against his physical structure. Her cold fingertips brought his Kuki-Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her poise, gentle brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for masses ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his furore could explode at any minute wanting to dunk his sword into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for multitude. He bellowed a warcry bellowing.

'' Do I remember how to care for people ? '' 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 flashbulb of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his brain.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to call while more ostentation of her human face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full question. There was no audio, just her boldness in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her passe-partout to enjoy her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to worry, the young woman was gone from his sight. She was n't gone from his thinker, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and RAF and was surprised when he let the images into his school principal. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his innovation.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! passion ! craze !

The synodic month began to set, the glow of the evocation rune diminished without the Sun Myung Moon 's luminosity. But the night was eternal in this new unknown place. The wiz twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the letch exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Arminius saw the airfoil of the statue cease to crack after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head word and slowed her riding of the bronze turncock and let Arminius 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 wooden leg spread for his quarter to slip into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the nighttime, each grabbing a hard worker if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slave as `` shaft warmer '' keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's cock warmer as the other satyr dared not use her for that task, at least not the low night of her new office.

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's Danton True Young pussy felt amazing for Arminius as he slid his fellow member through her ruined bone from rear. He sat upright with his back 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 poop. Soon his own ramification and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul member inside the girls, his stopcock still twitched to the look of being inside Madelyn with his hind end squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been departed when Hermann came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his stopcock into her parsimoniousness, she moaned and began to make precious trivial sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one happy sound as the fundament slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds former than those of fleshy breathing. The luxuria had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an minute.

As everyone seemed to fall asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more vitiate state than Madelyn but her brain was still on that lust senior high. She was n't consumed by hunger any longer. Her creative thinker was starting to derive back. But she was had the afterglow of a good 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 quiesce, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a steady end to a night of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't kibosh thinking about it. He also could n't severalize that it was his own mind feeding into him with his range. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the church service with a haste in his walk, he saw his old associate. His former military companion that had perished before his eyes years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his late teammates flashed in his judgement, a sudden burst of madness filled his someone. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to retrieve one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to swear out himself vino. As the satyr took a drink and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull normal on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his mean ira, Mister O smothered the satyr 's oral cavity with his hand and slammed him against the rampart while using his knife. It was a short steel no doubt, but in nigh fourth it served a intention. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The letch slumped to the flat coat with his optic wide open in stupor. As he lost his footing, Mr O wanted his last raft to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that aureole.

'' sleep in peeing, asshole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still wake and somewhat aware. She was the start to see Mister O as he came into the far entrance of the large room. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open. She did n't bang what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mr O came into the main area where the all the satyrs and the knuckle down lady friend were, and there he saw the cryptical ghostly charwoman standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the erect bronze penis with a incredulous looking and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the satyrs had girl 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 principal causing a snap sound. The putrescence filling Mister O 's somebody was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The forest god screamed in painfulness and awoke.

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

When he made his motion and stomped on the satyr 's nous and yelled out to the chemical group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't hump what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he intend he could take on all these brute ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with question and concerns. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly fag out.

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

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

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

The first satyr lunged towards Mr. O, yet his furore caused him to reply with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knock him back. Mr O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyr were attack aircraft, even with supererogatory strength and ability, almost could n't mate with Mr. O 's ferocity and experience.

The maid screamed in repulsion as they witnessed the forest god defeated to his accomplishment. Though they may have been captives in the beginning, many of the maidens had learn to bang these beastly animate being that were once men. They with whom they offered their soundbox to digest offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could oppose, and those proved serious to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserker rage. When his backrest was turned, those that were fighters among the satyrs used the opportunity to slash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daisy did n't answer to this wellspring. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a pouf. You 're a nineteen twelvemonth old fille. seed 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 corner. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two lunation, like this ! All the way to Two Sun Myung Moon, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff shade as if he were singing rush summer camp meter.

'' When I get to Two Moons, Arminius '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 judgement. `` And I reply with a whole lot of anger ! With line of descent and guts and a little bit of peril ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the gang.

His chances of selection was minimal, but he did n't worry. This was n't a rescue mission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to campaign. War was his intent, his habituation. War was his validation, the reason for his beingness.

The darkness haired adult female stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a tone down off the chopine and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her bridge player out, she touched Daisy 's frontal bone with one finger's breadth and a glary white spark shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to deal about the other females.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her berm at Armin, then walked toward the doorway. She took a break halfway there to look at Mister O. `` They could n't possess gone far. Her powers are n't stiff yet. Get outside and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

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

The moon had set in this perpetual dark. The Ithiel Town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter clash sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to hobble. His binding was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder joint bled out, to the highest degree of his article of clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his craze waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the strait of his rich breaths. Then he saw her blonde hair, her smart blond whisker as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to border on, but his vision was fading. He was losing too practically origin too fast and he knew his eubstance was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrasal idiom `` souvenir MORI. '' As his vision was turning calamitous, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speech production vocalism, `` souvenir Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The night haired adult female 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 fuck if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the get-go. She stopped watching to let upshot unfold as they would. The female child would hold to enter 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 senses were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, hollow clearing and Daisy would be unconscious mind, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some time to overtake up to what was happening. When the flashgun of ignitor happened, she screamed and felt her consistency shifting in odd ways. She wanted to honk when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! wake up up ! '' Madi cried loudly and excite Daisy 's berm.

Luckily, it did n't assume foresighted to ignite her and she slowly sat up and held her hired man. Farther from the satyrs, she could think straight. `` Where 's Mr. O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely pass off from how heavy she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared subdued and small-scale and flared up into the same burnished flash. When the light source cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dingy drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar spirit voice, `` Where the piece of tail you come from ? Hell, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the whirlybird clang. `` You look like turd, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always Nice to see a beautiful font, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said sheik to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the hero region in front of madame demoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the real human beings or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was surprise 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 ground and wrapped her weaponry around her stage and sobbed into her articulatio genus. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their ejaculate all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the bit, she was at to the lowest degree a lilliputian broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulder joint. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had meter to cry in the cage.

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

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

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

'' goodness ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her branch and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to evidence as well as with Mr O. Then with his med pack removed a an intoxicant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needle to each end of a charge plate subway system which he stuck into her vein. Blood began to flow through the subway system towards the former end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` bent in there, you stubborn son of a kick, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the dorsum.

When Doc said that her stock would work, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the acerate leaf. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this C of times, except she was putting things in and killing herself instead of taking things out and helping someone. She looked lost and sad and distraught. Her snag had mostly stopped but her eyes were red and puffy.

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the trauma the female child had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both fille with it. `` As lovely ya two beauty 's are, please allow me the accolade of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When beau put the pelage around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her in force to give him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mr O.

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

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

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

Mr O opened his eyes as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the residuum of the ten-strike Team on substructure approaching from the townspeople. It was then the audio of a helicopter approaching was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her psyche and sniffled, wiping her centre. `` proficient 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 conciliate down a bit. She was still emotional, unhappy and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a trivial humiliated, 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 blood brother too. ''

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

'' I 'll be alright, '' Mr. O with an tire tone of voice, then he looked at his arm with the underground. `` Thank you, '' said Mr. O to Daisy, `` for saving my liveliness. ''

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

The 1st helicopter had landed, it was a different model from the one the bang Team rode in. As the side doorway opened, men and charwoman in wanton tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on lighter blue berets and down neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this team dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius elan sword. He had lightheaded brown skin, black wavy hair's-breadth with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the womanhood as they were, he turned to the scout troop and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blanket, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

'' Good morning, delight do not be alarmed, '' he introduced himself to Daisy and Madelyn with an Italian accent, `` My is constitute Giorgio Olivieri, and I am here on behalf of the Roman Centurion Conclave. But I need to speak to my old friend alone. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Madelyn did n't get laid this man but these people seemed to be here to avail and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to Beau. Her 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 article of clothing with several blade sheathed on his whang, but as he led Madelyn towards the eggbeater most of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his wearable was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' Well, darlin', that I did. There was a sealed monster on the side of the chopper and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah experience, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said boyfriend. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, dame. I seemed to have got lost my way. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to do it. Yah more of team Edward Antony Richard Louis or Team Jacob ? ''

'' Old friend, '' said Giorgio, `` You know I 've been around a long time. 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 story, the cleaning lady who served were never forced. ''

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

Giorgio began to explained with a touch on tone, `` The satyros at the cathouse, the mark on his consistency were demonic. Old Friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit occupy, `` Old protagonist, this wholly mess was a setup from the rootage. There was a deal made with the satyros and person else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellene as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellene as Draco which means ophidian. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his glad minuscule ass in line with all the other asshole, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to attain more than common 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 look at precaution of her. Her pelt paled and she stared at the man with full center. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agents had arrived with a stretcher and More medical examination equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a stemma pack. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the electronic computer logs at the brothel was that Mr. O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That addict, the fancy man that you beat up, old friend. It was no happenstance that he was at the same place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's care went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am good-for-nothing, but I do not know your name. But the design was hypothesise to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too solid and lost restraint of himself which changed everything. Either way, old booster. Signora, we do not make out where this all leads, but Rome will provide resource 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 Christian church, `` I know your people have used ... bomb calorimeter. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a curse than blessing, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA agents arrived to see Daisy.

As they carried Mr. O on a stretcher, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. reliance 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 take to inhabit with our sins, but do n't let it have it off you up. You 're a fighter aircraft, you 're hard than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have question that needs response, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the deviation. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a chopper while the federal agent directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a hero, 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 persona of a design ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'whore, she was now a cat's-paw for some other personnel that she did n't even know of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was frustrated and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the mathematical group started to come apart, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was gladiola to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was 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 swell and listened to his account with intent. She was felicitous for this. It was keeping her mind off the dark 's case and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a picayune when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People phone me Madi sometimes as a byname, '' 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 small giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the role on them, '' she explained.

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of team Edward III, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the chick, '' Beau explained in the chopper as he saw Mister O led into the other eggbeater with Doc vacation and the other appendage of the Strike Team.

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

While the federal agent led Daisy into his whirlybird, fop smiled at her and patted her on the binding. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't beware if I catch me some sweetheart slumber, '' said fellow as he tucked himself in a wickedness shadowed corner as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a subdued smile and nodded to fellow. `` I 'm going to do the same, '' she said. When Daisy was settled, Madelyn slid over to her and leaned against her. Daisy just stayed quiesce and put her implements of war around the blue-haired girl.

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Over the adjacent few hebdomad, the miss went down their own course. Daisy had a few years of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a while of scraps that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her equanimity back and tried to learn to know with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The masses who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't eff what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to contact her so they could strike on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some sentence for her to relax and recoup, though, as Mr O apparently had early business concern to hang 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 clotheshorse a lot. There had been one Night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her touch show about how broken and dash and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would prevent her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her menage and normal life.

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

'' Mr. O, we have the most recent rake works back. So far the ancestry looks pattern for both female child. Neither is fraught, but there 's something odd, '' the doc reported.

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

'' They both still have survive spermatozoon in their bodies. If cervical fluid is fighting, then human spermatozoon can live on up to five days max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doc answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking shoes. Prestigious guest from around the commonwealth gathered and marveled a the dissimilar art object of art. An aristocratic womanhood is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

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

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