Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Lester Willis Young blonde woman 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 limited purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the high up, and to not sense 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 best friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the only somebody who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a comatoseness until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her persuasion straight and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old Christian church. Drug dependence rehab mark posted. Mr O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his darkness suit, smuggled polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy face fungus covering heavy scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my gens is Mister O,"the sharply garmented man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to recede his breathing spell. `` You do n't expect too good. How about we speak in secret ? '' said Mister O.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last chance, where is your cult ? '' Mr. O demanded with one death final monition as he pulled the mallet back on his pistol.

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

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

Doing her outdo to appear seemingly sedate in mode, she took a bass breathing space. After readying herself as best she could her human foot brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low interpreter, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mr O paused when he heard the missy rustle to him. He had been so occupied with the now ragged man he did n't notice the young woman approach. But, hearing the musical phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off sentry duty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means lite Conquers All,"Mr O responded as he dragged the former man with Daisy 's supporter. `` In the old 24-hour interval of my establishment, it was code to insert secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing enquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday person spouts out ancient codification. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the hoo-ha had attracted a crowd of the great unwashed to watch, Mr O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` OK, 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 poke flying over us and I'll grab up to you eventually. So please save me that fuss, '' Mr O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the mass were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the idiomatic expression meant and she nodded a little bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the suited man was telling her that she could either issue forth 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 Mr O started the car, a data processor screen emerged from the fascia. A webcam lens on top scanned Daisy until an automate vox spoke, `` salutation, Mister O. I am the Eye. The Eye in the Sky, the pyramidion. I see you have a node. Remember this Friday is Hawaiian shirt Friday. ``

Then the electronic computer screenland filled with assorted records, police records, medical exam record all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any secret social club, cabal, or shadow organization. Have a full day. ''

Daisy stared at the figurer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futurist and seemed to know everything about the place, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her record. Even the ones from the most Holocene 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 unrestrained about the TV show. A computing machine that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the silver screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' okay, so your gens is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr O, and I work for the CIA, shadow Spectrum part. You can say we investigate and mesh outside the land of normal by social touchstone. But what 's your storey ? 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 level 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 life together, '' she explained. `` No ... not a clairvoyant or anything like that. I mean ... I do n't think so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Amytal angel

He pulled into the private road of a random house in quiet suburb. It was nil out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulation.

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

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage girl with dyed low hair, a real cute smile and a girl next door type of stunner.

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

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

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

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to put together. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a mo and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know 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 sustain some significance to him, or be leaving a message to somebody ... Do you know if the rune have any crosstie to, like, particular supernatural rite ? ``

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

He then walked over to the information processing system in the living way which had a pill already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house at to the lowest degree once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the female parent, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving home from work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mr O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all countersign restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's Father of the Church :

Maddie,

It 's papa. I 'm in trouble and I need your assist. I 'm going to call you soon ! beloved you, my grim angel.

Mister O continued to explain More, `` This e-mail came in less than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP speech began searching the mysterious web looking up various occult internet site. Not the cheesy Gothic architecture fashion stuff and nonsense, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three years ago her Friend reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up law platter regarding the man, `` He 's a sleep together pandar. Likes to sell girlfriend struggling out in the street, more specifically college fille barely able to keep their tuition cost. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearing is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was in force news. nix he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the little girl might be ok or slow to find. She watched him with the pad, showing her all of the information he had found. The daughter 's mother was idle, her Father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known homo marketer. The email from the Father of the Church made her tummy twist. It seemed ... off. matter were bad and were going to get tough from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a script through her blonde hair.

'' This altogether affair makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The lady friend is with her begetter ... somehow. I do n't roll in the hay how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this crease up with the search account ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that electronic mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a hint. `` But how does that guy wreak into this then ? '' it was to a greater extent of a thought out loud than a question to him.

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

Daisy took a abstruse hint when he said that he was going to go beat the selective information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a short shaken but fairly calm given the berth. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the plurality of coffin nail from her pouch and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm air her nervus as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr. O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging sounds could be heard. The commotion was enough to induce the closest neighbour to peak out the windows.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay aid from the speech sound coming from inside the planetary house and smoked her butt. Finally, she turned back to the door and peeked inside, queer as to what was going to happen next.

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

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost someone

Minutes began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult arts radical. They usually have adept funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl President Lyndon Johnson to birth her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to erase his retentiveness,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up stop to change the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the matter, based on the family portraits and the folk characterisation, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom loss, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the founding father is a dupe or is he one of the prick ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the spot with the cultus and the pimp, she nodded in apprehension and ran a hand through her hair's-breadth. When he asked the doubt, she frowned a petty and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the planetary house detail to something bad. I do n't think he 's the dupe, but that 's just my tactile sensation. ``

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

'' Today the United body politic has recognized two sentence Nobel peace Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal choice for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' okeh, here 's the program. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunkey and you 'll hazard to be somebody I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the blood brother horde, I 'll differentiate them the fling phrasal idiom he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mr. O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interest in the radio show and she could n't fancy out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no mind who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and mind. Perhaps she was just eager to pick up any word in the humankind since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for workweek.

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

Daisy started thinking of ways to make herself calculate the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a protagonist of hers drop off some of her nicer apparel when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her fuzz some and few little spot in her physical composition and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her looking like she had put up a bit of a conflict and had teary heart recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a immense mess but she thought it was a bit more credible.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a twice take. The spirit of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the batch of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her break out matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for determination in life.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the motorway, they passed a signal notifying their entry into Little Albania, a residential area of Albanian immigrants looking for a salutary living. But, within the community also lurked a hugger-mugger sect of cultists using the community to shroud their tail work. `` face around, it should be labeled as a student lodging of some sort. It has no epithet, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

Daisy smiled at him when he said she looked great and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the impulse or fix her hair. It was a short private road to the role of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their goal and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mr O circled around the engine block a few meter before eventually pulling over. He backed in his fomite a mates blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building loading and drop passengers.

'' okey, 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 resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop consonant across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the same spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the part. `` I can be a pretty good role player, '' she said with a little smiling and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the roughly handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a bombastic frown on her grimace and let him draw her toward the construction. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and scotch suspiration and order him to let her go.

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

inside more than homeless looking stragglers stood near the entryway, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the renter unit doorway were open, inside the peck of girls appearing to be in their college yr, most looking foreign were being forced to suffice older men.

One room in especial had a young woman that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was diminutive with such a child typeface. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three aged gentlemen inside had shut the doorway.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrate noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dirty feel to everyone she saw and giving Mr. O a few of them every few here and now. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were safety. When they got inside, she looked stunned. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to train in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the doorway. These poor people young woman, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine, women, to which I act the dizzy Capricorn, '' he said to the people in the post. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The citizenry in the office sat there and looked at him for a bit, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy stress, `` Okay, up stairs. thirdly flooring, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is Virgin like young woman with blue tomentum. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

But the guy did credit Madelyn so there was definitely something here. As they went up the stairs, 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 mockery 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 back turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his knickers back up.

Around his body were a duet of female person stage, as he turned around he revealed a defenseless missy appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a tabular array. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr. O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the young girl had the man 's source dripping from her swollen 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.

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

Horns began to emerge from his frontal bone and strange markings began to radiate on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to address, 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 get out his side arm, but the strange man lunged forward in one leap and grabbed Mr O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mister O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the room threshold shut by itself locking Daisy and the early misfortunate little girl with the unknown man.

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced manner of walking, with each whole tone his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is significant is that we bring Djall into this reality. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fat torso like yours. My payoff ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the approval Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable impulse to plant his seed. '' As he explains his design with one hand around her and the other touching her breadbasket where the womb is located, `` I can experience it ... Djall 's materialization 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 berm at the young lady and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his face closer to hers, his tooth were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long cam stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pant as if he was in a rush to disinvest her. Something about her perfume and gustatory modality caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

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

The strange amand with the horns continued to yank and tug at her drawers until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunfire almost seemed sempiternal, 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 react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a expression of insatiate lust in the horn man 's face, he continued to talk, `` You resist now, but soon you shall process Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the virgin by the Father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help oneself usher his rule over this new Dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a grotesque interpretation of a man 's hammer emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like coloring with odd build like that of a series of air mile and stud poker piercing along the shaft. Her knickers now halfway down her thighs along with her panty and here he was pulling his turncock out of his pants. This man did n't even look to mark the gunfire going on downstairs. Had he not find out them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

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

'' So if I do n't baulk and gift your lord offspring, I 'll bear a high luck of being rewarded for my serve ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big affair 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 appearance, of grade, but somewhere rich down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to hold in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a foresightful skinny and forked clapper like that of a snake. His center also began to pitch as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed hide. But then he grabbed her carpus and slammed them against the wall.

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

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her hands to the paries and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to look at him. Her run-in were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her kitty-cat again, causing her to gasp in a much dissimilar way.

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

Mr. O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even appear to notice and jumped in the air to crack him in the face of his headway with a flying human knee work stoppage causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the idle man on the trading floor and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head word, when Mr O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the magazine was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in skepticism with his final run-in, `` No, impossible ! I am unending ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

Mr O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made trusted I was utterly before enjoying some sexy time with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Cy Young miss 's pulse, the female child that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the assholes 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 outset few shots from the authority as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry germ from the former girlfriend 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't live who you are, sweetheart, but if you have somebody to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a forenoon after tab and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the missy pilus and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the billet. `` We have a containment work party en path. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medication wo n't be able to assist them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's menage until we have Sir Thomas More point. ``

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. wellspring ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable jape. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to care for the lady friend and she nodded some. `` full, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two synodic month or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern European Union. Djall is an Albanian divinity, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runic letter hidden in the house painting were some sort of attunement runes. A means to urinate her body adequate to of his acceptance. But, two Moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was sword lily that she remembered to secernate Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US dirt, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these Clarence Day, '' Mister O continued.

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

As they made it alfresco, a whirlybird hovered over the street while large van pulled in. From the helicopter, men and women in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the vans, many in dark courting arrived.

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

'' CIA apparition Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of hoi polloi in the dark suits with fighting boots. `` I was able to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the windowpane. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her form which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't make love. Do you experience anything outside of the average ? Example, a buzzing in your idea, or second sight like visions, or do you actually see matter patent that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can discover what ‘ your form'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't cipher it out now, it 'll have to hold back until we find Madelyn, we 're already three mean solar day behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small derelict town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and punk. Many roam with torches in their script as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in unusual glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the 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 townspeople through the window. He appeared in his forties and had Gy hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue holy person arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed brace of men with one others in the device driver seat and another riding scattergun. She looked sap and upset. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in solar day. No one would talk to her and tell her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was important.

She 'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a edifice replete of scumbags and pitiable girls forced to kip with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip nude and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed vulgar, insensate nutrient and given body of water to imbibe. Now she was dressed in the wearing apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-deep windsock and flats to match. Her hairsbreadth was messed up and her physical composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church building, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the slope room access. Though the two men in the van looked pattern, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed unlike as they saw Madelyn.

'' Blessed Djall ! The watercraft has arrived ! Grant us immortality, '' they chanted.

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

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few mean solar day but none of them would severalize her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's oculus widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her flabby, raspy voice. A part boys had always described as sexy and mature.

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

She was so confused as she was led inside the church building and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more than picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a specter. Looking over in the counselling 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. Mamma ... she.. Who are these the great unwashed ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her oculus and she did n't fuck what to conceive or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had smashing tenderness for the Young young lady, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

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

'' I 've been sitting for hr in a cramped van with four strangers. I 'd rather stick out, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously mix up and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, lulu, but there are affair you should know. I 've raised you since you were Danton True Young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been awake a tenacious time. When I met your female parent, it was by accident and I fell in making love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could palpate it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to determine you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to determine the lawful vas for Djall, for he can grant eonian life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many educatee I had taught in my college learning arts classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your first year of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signaling, the radiance runes, I knew I had to call for them nursing home and go out them where Djall can learn you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to go forth suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to register you a new human beings, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't stimulate common sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so illogical and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her head 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 suspiration and shook her psyche more.

'' You asked who all these people are, they are our comrade, 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 want their protection. They 're the ones who put me through all this. Who is 'Djall'? What is all this ? '' She repeated one of her dubiousness.

'' What do you imply he can institute mamma back ? You sound ... crazy. This is all brainsick. I just want to go menage. I want you to come habitation, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her consistence and took it in. Her young fig, the youth in her facial expression as well as her teenage expressive style of dress. Her Padre marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was Sir Thomas More than just the nineteen year old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be firmly for you to translate, but I need you to listen. I 've been awake for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat expiry Itself, I had learned to hold up aging. I first escaped to the States in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artefact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church building.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His consistence leaned back slightly with his paw holding up at the slope. Another interesting point was that of the letch 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic puppet.

Madelyn crossed her weaponry over her pectus and watched her Father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and watch over the matter he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi motion picture or Lovecraft story. It was strange to hear him utter like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

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

'' They ca n't bring back mamma, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go awry, you know that it does n't act that easily. Something will go damage. This is all dotty ! '' Madelyn said and then took a mystifying breath, `` Please tell me this is all some sort of jest ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the horse sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his hired man at the others in a gesture to still them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a unappeasable tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will go realize '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a foreign foreign oral communication.

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

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

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

At initiatory 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 modest girl though as she was soon catch and basically dragged toward the front of the church service.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her forefather continued while the dark rampart of the church building glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her male parent stared at it for a consequence, and then as he turned around trumpet began to shoot from his forehead as interchangeable mark on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open oral cavity when her founding father began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the early men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her organic structure, touching to fumble and caress or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to skin or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two lunar month

nowadays time, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center console. Mr O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Lapplander LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the projection screen was a blonde woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, prevent me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could drift down the window and have a fag when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any means. The gang in her pocketbook had been there for week. But with all the events of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the rear when she was done, which was during the earpiece call.

She looked over at the cleaning lady and then at Mr O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk of the town but trying to sustain up. When the claim was over, she stayed tranquilize, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The team is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great helper, but you are a civilian and not a civilize PI. I 'm sure you have questions that needs solvent, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient qabalistic codification and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch if you should determine to find answers to those question. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to get hold of you to any address you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr O before he turned around and walked towards the front room access without even a hug or a handclasp. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her brim and shook her top dog.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not indisputable how else to react. She did n't really reckon either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to base hit and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't bed what to do. `` goodbye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church as if she were there. She began to appear around and see all the matter going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely au naturel and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid mid-twenties. And then there was another riding another lech rocking her hip to pleasure him. There were stack of girls there seeking to receive monumental joy from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from exposure as the founder. She made her way conclusion and could see the womanhood orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingerbreadth in the cage to disturb her body. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the young fille, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any item that would lead them there.

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

The further away from the church, the stranger the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral sheet. A smuggled Corvus corax suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a flock of raven flew in roundabout around her which eventually caused sinister smoke to vortex with Daisy in the eye. Her eye widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and twiddle around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the Black smoking, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his psyche was covered in a Shirley Temple Black bag while wielding two fossil oil looking blade. He approached Daisy with his head down and sound reflection of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ear and funk away from him before a couplet of spud wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose spokesperson spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his offstage embraced her.

The closer the smoky nighttime one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his blade. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar gentle vocalism had spoken, `` rouse up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

Daisy opened her eye. 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 office surprised him. `` What did you see ? '' he asked.

It was n't that he did n't conceive her, he knew well enough to know that there were other force play at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to have it away better than to discount a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the English of condom and at least confirmed the lead.

'' Come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the front door.

Inside, the house was filled with intelligence officer in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics investigation of the house. Mr. O continued into the house trying to avert 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 listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busybodied the small kinfolk family had gotten since just a few time of day ago. There were a lot Thomas More people here now, all of them doing something and looking grave in their train. She also tried to delay out of the way and followed Mr O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the case the others wore, they all each had on even clothing such as denim pants or cargos with t-shirts along with sinister tactical power train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military machine or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in couturier clothing. While the military looking unity had nape and beards with short whisker, this other valet had long hair's-breadth tied into a ponytail. And rather than throttle, he was armed with assorted throwing obelisk and a fighting blades.

'' well, O, glad yah can conjoin us, '' the man said with a Cajun emphasis. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hired hand to greet her `` Well howdy, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just shout me fashion plate, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand shot. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale tegument.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met dandy, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpuncher clump cap is Doc holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Thomas J. Jackson, J-Rod, and war hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr. O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her persuasion a bit. `` I saw a morose place, maybe a church. But not a convention one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in drab wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each early, all together. Then I saw a blue haired little girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye vista of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapeshot fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` waiting, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of prolificacy, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine making. A hedonistic deity. It would make sense if they chose a place near the crop of vino, like near grape sphere, '' he said as he began to switch out his apparel into dungaree and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of fop continued to see on the map.

fop being his convention self tried to make light of a unplayful berth, `` Well, cher, I would n't cry myself life-threatening. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the physical process in his promontory to cipher out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to count at him and then gasped a slight as he revealed his fangs.

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mr. O instructed as he started loading ammo magazine in the ammo pouch of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are several possible emplacement with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons vinery, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, iniquity, and sexual, '' she said and ran a script through her hair's-breadth. `` The town looks utter and desolate. Madelyn 's in a John Milton Cage Jr., watching her Father-God with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two Moon, I thought they meant in two night. 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 synodic month. But it all made sense now.

'' I 'll assemble a meat cleaver, '' said Big Papi.

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

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

Mr. O and the relaxation looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his articulatio humeri and holstered his shooting iron on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and doomsday. They're usually found near hospitals, catastrophe, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black Raven Down

The driving force in one of the motortruck was n't much substantial. A lot of the team penis including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their artillery and calibrating their oscilloscope.

'' We got a fix on Two moonshine vinery, '' said Mister O, `` Only job is, we have several towns that connect to the vinery. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll demand to facilitate us place which town looks familiar spirit to you. ''

Beau however sat there sharpening each of his steel, `` Do n't ya occupy 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that precious lil rump of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! commando ! '' Strike Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle headspring type.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` smash Team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the tap squad drawing card even though Mr O would head the probe. Big Papi appeared to be the former among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the sometime leatherneck yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to help oneself them calculate out which Ithiel Town was which. `` If the others do n't depend anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a niggling smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't mind it too much.

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

When Beau spoke again, Daisy gave him a fiddling smirk and shook her head. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a pernicious wink. Then, she looked at the whirlybird with fear, having never been on one, and nodded at Mr O before following him.

exterior of the motortruck in an open champaign, two whirlybird with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One meter, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, Beau, and Mister O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to ride the truck also boarded the chopper with Big Papi.

The helicopters although gloomy Amytal seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and solid in colouration. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her fountainhead simply in response to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her cerebration, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sentiency looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roomie had been nice enough not to quetch her out after all this happened, and go on about her aliveness. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old friends and her ex, forebode her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unconvincing. Now, here she was, on a eggbeater in the heart of some weird shit surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc vacation sat on the edge on opposite remainder of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to pass along with each other over the loud propeller noise as well as with the other whirlybird. After about an hr into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state communication channel, the vineyards should be about fifteen minute out. ``

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

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

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

'' O, we have a phantasm ghost on card, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' sure enough enough their whirlybird was descending to piddle a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a flock of ravens flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday spread fired, then Mr O as it shifted from position to side. The Ravens poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with crude sword in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the animal appeared in their helicopter and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while pilot program was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the eggbeater slashing away at the railway locomotive. swain unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his safe to conduct control of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the other deal saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` 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 get to jump at some point so she had undone her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few meter he saw her grin like when she tried to front her part for the cathouse which caught his aid, perhaps a sense of attractive force he felt. Though he was n't going to hold it to her, but that mountain of her in the out of control whirlybird was as though he glimpsed something ecclesiastic in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the rear of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to serve her brace for the impending crash.

As the pearly went down, Daisy 's breathing place hung on her chest and she closed her eyes wet and squeezed her weapon around Mister O. She was n't indisputable what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mr O to withdraw the following few minutes. But the whirlybird had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct collapse but still spun around and slide across the vinery like a romp train that had been derailed at senior high speed.

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

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

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

'' direct them both, '' Madelyn 's sire ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mr. O. `` The man shall be offering as rip forfeit, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a exceptional demand of her. Let them see our resplendency, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then lecher began to drag on them both towards the church building to retain their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - top Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the world-class picayune while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her hanker journey, and gagged because she would n't stop war cry and asking dubiousness. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and disconsolate rite in front of her and it seemed to ingest some gist on the Thomas Young girl. Her forefather had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual muscularity of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her fortune. She was more docile, more quiet, more Stoic. The old Night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the fair sex in the cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her dress and hand bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to enjoy the limited attention.

The daughter was either so traumatize that she could do aught but accept her lot or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to want the grounds she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the persuasion long enough to envision out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thinking of her father using her for such ritual still made her need to let out into tears.

After the Bath, the women had drawn a few symbolization in different blank space along her curvaceous organic structure. She did n't recognize them and no one would state her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the Cage and made to watch Sir Thomas More sexual rite, being assured that, within the adjacent day, the ceremony would be complete.

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

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

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's Father-God, `` It is necessary for the stemma sacrifice to watch the virgin ritual killing. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to fright me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to muster up a low charge per unit divinity so fucking unknown region we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to hear to a greater extent about him. ''

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

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't calculate on becoming father of the year with that posture, '' Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his tegument. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new Nox had shrouded over the Din Land as the Loretta Young Moon shined over.

'' Let us start out the delight and soon the Virgo will be offered up for all to relish ! '' Hermann announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the letch and maid, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasance striver for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's Father-God appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the hard worker wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's batting cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the tantrum when the man woke up, then heard her begetter introduce the beginning of the ceremony. A hustle of butterfly stroke filled her belly when the hard worker approached the cage but there was another touch sensation there too. An nonvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't induce to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her hands and help her step down from the platform that the cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the church service and seemed to be doing a skilful job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main event, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be contribution of the celebration. `` Bring the woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's glorification, '' Arminius commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urges with two of the distaff slaves.

Daisy 's middle widened as she saw Armin control for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a unshakable grip 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 unattackable than her and she could barely motivate against their grasp. As she was brought to the communion table and could see Madelyn being led over to stand just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a trace of remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in detail sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your Friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the lecher penetrated her from behind. The place was definitely an unenviable one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attending become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of male to females was clear more with the male. To every two or three Male, they had to parcel a female among the group. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the Lord's table before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. very much of the satyrs'nails were like razor sharp nipper 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 acuate those claw were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more lean, especially since she 'd lost near of her child fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller chest than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the women started to grace Madelyn with jewelry and finery the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to savor this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to carry through or whatever blank space they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, bobbysock, and finally a delivery to finalize her regalia for the observance while her male parent continued to thrust and get across two of the slaves, one after the other.

While about of the lecher thrusted savagely into their female partner like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their body to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to develop like the others. He had grown his trump, but much of his face still resembled his humanly human body. His aspect still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The former satyr'lower body were furry, a good deal like those depicted in art along with bisulcate feet, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their oddly mould cocks. In Renascence art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic tool and with good reason 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 quill knotted similarly like those of anal retentive drop, but the psyche serving was much more of the common mushroom shape. The other, his peter was shaped very similarly like that of a knight, but not as enormous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the beam appeared to let out more towards the tip.

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

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

Madelyn was stood in front of her Father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a fiddling hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her backtalk pressed to his softly and she let her eyes fall closed. She went to go back down on her flatbed metrical unit, but before she could, something seemed to excite inside her. She went back to his backtalk and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her subdivision wrap around his neck.

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

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from keister, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the cathouse had. It seemed each nautical mile had a head of stimulation. The other with the horse like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the early touched her right on the strawman twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a short as the two oddly shaped pecker teased the exterior of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to twist More and close her heart as her skin flushed a footling bit as it heated up from her trunk experiencing the pleasance. She almost looked like a lady friend 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 spit as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a separate tongue licked her from the bottom of her chin then up her mouth trying to smack her. When the glossa wrapped around her neck and started to lick her cutis, her breathing spell caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to bask the feeling, even as the other started to lap her.

There was something about Daisy in item that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to need her, but it seemed as if they could misplace their control any indorse. Then behind the satyr in figurehead of her, a shadowed man with a familiar phonation appeared, but only to her. In her psyche he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to resist ? separate me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at kickoff Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming Edward Young lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their candy kiss continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the striver with his seed. As he did so, not only did he keep on to translate while inside the slave, his natural language also transformed into the bifurcate clapper the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was easy to recite. Madelyn did n't quit the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her trunk closer to his. When his spit transformed and went into her back talk, she audibly moaned into the osculation and let his lingua explore. She was n't the advantageously kisser but she definitely put the cause and lust into it.

Passionate kiss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her mouth. gratifying moan became beast like growls. One of his paw grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his knife from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his putz out of the hard worker. In front of his girl, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping phone with each naut mi that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the remainder, though it retained the mushroom cloud conformation, the head portion seemed to continually move and jerk like a flexing brawniness. `` uncontaminating it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my aristocratic saint. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her human knee and she looked up at him with her big putting surface eyes, licking the chummy spit off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and work out some of his seeded player off the cock and then practically like with the buss, once she had the first gustatory sensation, she was all about it. Her clapper went up and down his unusual beam, seeming to sustain no trouble 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 biff, Armin 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to extend to ooze out Sir Thomas More of his seed. Watching his minuscule girl use her natural language to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her case below him servicing his dark desires.

The corruption was serving their observance quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to affect the others as the energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the intimate voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you require that inside you ? Do you want to savor it ? '' He asked.

The Holy Scripture seemed to go under into Daisy 's nous as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her Father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to taste the hammer, she moaned out aloud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to keep an eye on.

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

As the voice commanded her, she wasted no meter in following those program line. She stepped forward and the glossa fell away from her as the men stepped away. She approached and sank down to her knee joint beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

Daisy wasted no clip. She stroked the peter a few times, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her mouth eagerly, going as deep as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her promontory and stroke what she could n't take into her lip, closing her oculus and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning backrest

Hermann roared as he felt her mouth bob on his peter. While inside her lip, it was clear his cock reacted to every bingle touch. The other two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transmute as well as if Daisy 's succus had the last component to pay each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the letch laid down and began to taste her now-damp pussy. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly wage hike and Fall in a calendar method with his licking and sucking, continuing to groan softly as she worked on the labor at paw ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few sentence and causing her own saliva to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slacken her down. She seemed thirsty and driven to do this. Letting her own hand pin, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the parcel of the cock her lip could n't pass, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse turncock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to infiltrate her, he simply wanted the peter to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the unanimous ride. First your forefather, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his hammer against her cunt and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to make happy in the lyric and the notion of his teasing. She then opened her eye and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower function of the pecker enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

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

The lech enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful look on his case, a perverse smell of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his intellect, he was feeling the pleasure of royal house under his night perverted deity. He then pulled her stage upwards taking her off her knee joint having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the pecker while rubbing it side of meat to side against Madelyn 's Virgin slit.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft of light against her Virgo the Virgin pussy back talk, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the spear was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously experienced, suck her founder 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and letch continued to make hellish love above him caused him to kick back the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the communion table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girl.

'' trespasser, '' Hermann said to Mister O, `` You have come here to slip my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the shot of his beaded cock and slid their brim towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupor 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 enceinte cock between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her tongue run along the dick and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic look ... but she could n't stop.

The lecherousness was too inviolable inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large ballock as her mouthpiece pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to parcel it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as lots as they could. Both of them were also moving their pelvis with each respective action going on between their legs.

Mr. O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. They had met the night before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a cold-shoulder sense of affection towards her. But zip that would break away his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to formulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this unscathed situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin putridness, but the contribute sense of treachery putrefaction ? Djall was the god of pleasure, not pain and perfidy. 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 practically else she could say. She felt awfully for him having to watch over this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit mortify, but only a small constituent of her could manage right now.

The letch underneath Daisy continued to lap up her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a feast. Something about her in special that kept causing him to erupt inside the hard worker horseback riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking twist riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of drab skank.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't reserve it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to twinge his long irradiation which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her interior thigh and pussy feel his horse like cock pulsate and vellication while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the hatful on her stage.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her stiff legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, lenient skin of her thigh and she knew there was a miss at the end of his turncock, drinking almost of it.

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

Madelyn opened her lip wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spittle all over her mouth and chin. She took her begetter into her sassing, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head front from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the dictation and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hips each meter Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her rima oris with each thrust. The miss had ceased to be his girl, his dingy angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his god. Inside her mouth, the drumhead of his cock continued to twist like a muscle. It was as though it was tidal bore to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were encompassing. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too very much to do so. Her big, wide, greenish eyes looked around at the other lecher, up at her don and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much LE than Daisy much drooled even more as the peter rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out out. Though it was thickset and slimy, much salty than a homo. Even the color resembled a yellow or tan smell to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate obscenity. Becoming overly excited, Arminius pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her face on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transmutation during his passionate osculation with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry leg, the cleave metrical foot. His glob had disconsolate skin and a musky scent to it. It was not a secure body olfactory sensation. Instead, it was more like the aroma of pheromones as they naturally glistened with stew. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's oral cavity, the more his balls continued to smother the low-toned parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to rive Madelyn closer to Daisy 's organic structure wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from rear end in her tiny lilliputian hole that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many handwriting were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his cover, with his pronged spit the lecher continued to lap Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His tongue stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each punch, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his face made him unsatiable as he gave her one longsighted stroke of his knife along her femininity. Meanwhile the other letch did n't bear in mind licking her seat maw, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Arminius decided to intensify the situation. With hand motion, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a death chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the Virgo and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their physical structure and natural language, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to charm the two Thomas More into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to declare oneself her cunt to Armin since the wraithlike figure had said that he needed a final translation, but then everyone began to game away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a rope of reprobate satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spittle and corpuscle of yellow come.

They were told to pleasure each former and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to things already but did n't depend too disconcert about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an New York minute, they began to establish out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a heated cacoethes, letting their tongue dance in each early 's backtalk.

They 'd proceed from that every few moments and scavenge the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their candy kiss. Their stage shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to labour furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this animal dance, showing her young collaborator the ropes of being with another woman.

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

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Hermann. He then appeared to merge with Hermann, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar vocalisation now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for timeless existence ? crawl back to me, sweetling. postulate my genus Phallus in your sassing one endure clip before I take your organic structure. I shall take you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not want your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this tactile sensation of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can experience you. It is the contact between this populace and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave behind. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. contain my collar, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realise that the man with the familiar vocalization was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the Christian Bible he said and they had an force on her. An whelm moving ridge of solitariness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

This loneliness had always been demonstrate in her life history, she always felt the pauperism to belong to person or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary freeing from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and knee over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his prick into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her helping hand, she moved her long blonde tomentum for the collar.

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

Daisy felt and heard the arrest snap around her neck opening and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of forlornness in her tummy and the slender feeling of betrayal on her own part.

Armin used one script to indicate Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was clock time to relish her body. `` pleasance me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a great touch. Madelyn saw him muster her and she followed Daisy 's exercise and crawled on her hands and genu toward him. `` Yes, dad ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his bore pecker in situation to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me experience you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The promontory of his cock pressing against her cunt back talk made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no meter. Her pussycat was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the big, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimal stretching and force required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her sass. Then each knot that seemed to pulse with each entry. A flashy, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as grayback after knot and inch after in penetrated her and slither deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Arminius sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's top dog between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her typeface against his cruddy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to make up for the scratchy skin, but he wanted his slight girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

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

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to mosh her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a formula human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the protrusion and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that trench into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the body of work, which was ticket, but there was a visible excitement on her font when he began to displume her fit consistency up and slam it back down. The cast of his putz made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her manpower on his shoulders to steady her torso so she did n't hang over with the force of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the shoe collar the get-go prison term, but when the heading of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take away long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Arminius was no longer a man, but a animal, a mythological creature of pure luxuria. Even his orchis began slap Madelyn 's face the More he continued to pump his rose hip like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his physical structure. He gave a good hard energy and roared like brute. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each grayback on her belly twitched as well. His muscularity began to grow slightly. His automobile horn longer, but it was obvious his new transmutation 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 center were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage stab, using her body for his pleasance. His spit came out of his oral fissure, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her rim. Saliva flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that foremost stab into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain in the neck and pure pleasure. That thrust was hard and fell. When he began again, after he began to commute, she wrapped her toned branch tight around him and leaned her capitulum back, her branch wrapping around his neck.

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

He answers her supplication. Arminius began to see to a greater extent animate being like rather than human with his rapid poking. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heating trying to pair.

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

Armin sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his mitt much bigger that he could snap up her waist with one hand and rhytidectomy her. Still inside Daisy, the serial of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his prick inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the bulges.

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't sure what he was doing but it soon became net. 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 twat through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's soundbox position was also very fleshly like, or yet Sir Thomas More inhuman. kind of than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that particular position between their partner 's leg as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squat military position thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his knee bend position, he had Daisy 's pelvic arch slightly off the undercoat causing his phallic rod to push the gibbousness on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the gibbousness had an issue while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin ivory. It was this combining of being able to stir both girls that was expediting his transmutation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a bawd. Her hips were raised, her leg were spread and wrapped around him, her moan were tawdry and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Wood beneath her. She was in fleshly cloud nine and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's leg around his torso as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the early satyrs, his began to encourage evolve. Unlike the man like shaped legs, Hermann 's began to morph as his brawn spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to change its build into a butt like form giving him more tractableness to thrust relentlessly in his squat position.

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

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to stimulate that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` dada, fill our pretty pet with your seed and let her watch you take me as your vas. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed delirium. Arminius held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's trunk as he continued mating with Daisy. His nerve had a perverse smell to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and brown byssus began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a spell of some sort, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to direct him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her virgin cunt and feeling her juice making Daisy 's skin below her glister, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her sizable titty 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 wish. Hermann shoved his cock into her with one last final examination push, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his cock went into convulsions spewing his nasty seed inside her. Even through the protuberance, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense orgasm she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's shaft as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the cock to take a shit a underworld of a smelly, viscid mess between their ramification.

Armin howled in joy as he his shift continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremor pushing out the last jet of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was cushy, yet business firm. Furry much like his peg as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the shadow there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid protuberance throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped headspring with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Hermann 's musky come. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her pelvic girdle and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence doomed

Armin continued to scrunch up like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delectation with More than mere satisfaction, instead it was a look of conquest. His tail continued to slide around Madelyn 's torso as if he were learning to control his new arm.

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

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

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much retentive, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a prison term from Daisy. Each Calidris canutus that popped out, a gush of his filthy seed 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 keep up. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious lip. Some dripped out in dumb streams, some fell out in gooey sea dog, and it was zilch compared to the total of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

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

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final import of her virginity. She was now perched in front man of the altogether room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front end of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellow semen and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the gang. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the rest of the others. They did not pause to include her in their carnal debauchery as one forest god placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with strict muscles and and hard thick vena spiraling around the light beam slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make believe her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their priapic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to come in down from the immense eminent she 'd just sense and was starting to get to the tip where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself component part of it. She was placed in a lecher 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her put-upon cunt, sticky and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blond moaned as he began to act her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her oral fissure and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her mitt went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't for sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could determine style to have her in more satisfying ways at the same time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Hermann led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the gang continued to teem closer to the statue, Mr. O had used the opportunity to break loose and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to recoil on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing Sir Thomas More than an object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral exam joy from her began to transmute. Most commonly, the goat like hind pegleg. Soon the former satyr took placard and wanted her consistence to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high school party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her oral cavity and hired hand. She 'd get bent over a chairwoman or something and fucked like a kick. She 'd be in a forget me drug of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile cum, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a working girl aright now.

Having the hind legs made the letch more agile and pliant to stimulate her in dissimilar place. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulders and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own genus Phallus, one shaped like a Equus caballus 's hammer against her little headliner in between her keister cheeks.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her besotted ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and stretch over the fountainhead of his yearning putz. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more than rigid the putz of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her apparent movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting center with everyone who happened to look at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't hold off for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange tool inside her. Then, her eye settled on her father and she gave him that same smell and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her leg open to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his hard tongue rightfulness on her petite star below her virgin pussycat. Then with a farsighted sound separatrix, his lingua rode up her on the fold tasting her cumulation and keep on upwards riding up her trunk. He then sucked on each of her tit, a heavily slobbering suction on each one leaving a vile stack. Then his knife 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 mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her sass, a long billet of his wretched saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired young lady moaned as his knife explored her body and smirked as the spittle drawing string fell against her pale skin. His shadower rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque phallus which had violated so many of the distaff slave, his ungodly rod of sensual enticement that caused Daisy to betray her new found ally to service him for his pleasure now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each naut mi aegir, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own source as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue backer 's pureness. His rear wrapped tightly around her cervix with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size compared future to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as rude. He began pulling her consistence towards him, his tooshie slightly tightening up with the strength. The straits continued to drive its way into her pearl tearing through her merit, the maidenhead.

The little girl clenched her fists and moaned with the buttocks wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her musculus tended as his large hammer pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to draw it in, even with how soaked her bitch was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her cachet. 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 back talk began to dribble with more drool as his animalistic nature of a creature needing to engender had returned. Then finally, the head of his member broke through her sealing wax of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of foulness.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more intense moving ridge of lust crashed over her. She was their nance now. She was his prostitute now. In this import, she wanted this Night to hold up forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and impart them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a mile inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in harder than before. He was not making get it on to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His dispirited angel no more, instead his new nasty tart.

A few cliff of rake escaped her slit but not much to a greater extent than that. Her kitty 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 want him to puddle love to her. She wanted him and every other lecher here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and enfeeblement slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to make out his new breeding kick of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood 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 blood sacrifice, the ceremony had taken effect on him. The more he tried to cringe away, the to a greater extent pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the taint of innocence with filth, the unclean mating of beastly puppet and maid. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar member nestled inside Madelyn 's once inexperienced person soundbox.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly shaped cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The gnarl did n't simply throb, 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 finger more of her privileged rampart as her trunk swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, breathless interpreter. She did n't quite holler out like Daisy had but her cries of delight were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a piffling hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy voice made it intemperate to send off very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the tool moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to flap down it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was mystify inside her ! Such casing were known to befall with the clans of the werewolf large number, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his rooster continued to wrestle even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good smell no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the Same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward position and opened her eyes to reckon down in confusion. The closeness 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 in force problem to stimulate in her idea. She grunted, groaned and moaned every meter he yanked on her snatch and forced her dead body forward but it was not a bad opinion. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her pie-eyed bulwark squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubt. Though unworthy and thickheaded, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal itch consumed him causing him to jerk his pelvic arch frantically trying to pull one greyback out. He continued his hip trend 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 abominable, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the botheration was better 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 know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few instant, short short bursts of vivid pleasure that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a substantial climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her stringency, the more he fucked her like a beef in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a clip and slamming them back into her diminutive body. The tight struggle was no question giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned beast. a lot like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of sexual perversion and concupiscent delight as his clapper hung out of his mouth like an brute while his drivel flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to birth Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female person slave enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other young lady licked her, trying to cleanse her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done muckle of naughty things in here life with all variety of multitude and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same luxuria that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was well-chosen to take putz after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft hide. She was encouraging the female person to derive and osculate her ; lick her, taste her, part the hammer with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted nada more than to cover or sate her with their dirty, stinking seminal fluid.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to fetch up off indoors Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his putz inside her to act as a male plug, then at foremost opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to draw in his Phallus out and let his stain dribble out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky ointment into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other young woman over to her and pulled his cock out to liberate the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's puss, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to clean up what she could n't. All was was happening about the metre one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the young woman, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was cheeks out-of-doors for one of them who was basically waiting in credit 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, dry cum and fresh seed being constantly supplied to its athirst depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would stick with the like path that her back talk and cunt had. Not to mention the dehydrated semen that was all over her, in her haircloth, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to plow more insane. One had already been pumping his sawbuck tool in her kitty-cat while making her drive him as he lay on his back, another a beaded peter in her ass as he mounted her from rear end. Then a third forest god, began trying to hale his own cock in her invade snatch. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a hard worker seemed tidal bore to serve him in filling Daisy with more nastiness. She stroked the man, milking his pecker. They truly were animal, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her time to intend was short, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from bottom and fucking her mingy lilliputian ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to ram himself into her snatch with the former. `` nookie, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, contribution that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the early female person tried to help, she did the Saame and stroked him happily. `` Now percentage 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 lifetime and she knew the way they could give you sense. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the bit and makes you feel like there can be cypher else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these idea. If she made it out of this lieu, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lustfulness was just another cast of drug.

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

Even his past life of Romance language was anything but romance. Instead it was tacky one night stands, easy girls in foreign lands during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationship he had. Whatever this duskiness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark way, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't experience hurt. Not the least bit low hearted. Instead it was different, the depravation seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his steel thick inside each and every letch he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoilage as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn fateful.

There was unceasing speech sound of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head component part ever escapism. Though the head was much thicker than all the mile, there were multiplication from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd twitch her body as the head was caught in her denseness.

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

Then there was the rear, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the tail slithered among her organic structure. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the poop would almost pitter-patter out precum, though it was a tad bit unlike. A few times the rump spat out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a morose flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some succus on her backtalk, she licked it off and opened her mouthpiece in case that was what he wanted.

The hind end then ventured under her organic structure, as her ivory dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the buttocks began to rub against her tiny principal in the back. With his precum coating the butt head, it began to campaign inward her tiny bastard. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to advertize in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feel 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 amobarbital sodium, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy representative. The actor's line were firmly to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue sporting lady ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and groan. She was being ravaged in the most typo of ways. His turncock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overcome cristal and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this head. So, instead ; it felt like the Charles Herbert Best affair on earth as he continued to use her like a piece of meat. A objet d'art of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the sole purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellowish seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to present him. The deity of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual fury, these animal worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His appendage grew warmer, he was close. Even each push caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent consistence More and more. The tush had sunken so cryptical that even the constituent with fur had made its way inside.

It was medium, his ass was still new and the skin has n't built the same durability like his cock has. He had to displume it out from her ass. As his seat retracted her body shuddered, a minor quantity of his cum squirted out from her mother fucker. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale skin.

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

'' aspect ! He 's about to fill the Virgin with his germ ! '' One forest god pointed out. The crowd swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the first part of the ceremony was about to be pure and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of filthy cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a nice big shaft that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her next job became percipient, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Arminius, demanding her to give suck on his ballock to hasten the neat seed while his precum continued to drop most likely to leave a miry slew on Daisy 's font. Her mouth sucked and massaged the raspy firing and licked along some of the flexure as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the break of her virginity, first it was drops of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to birth his crude oil phallus between her indulgent thigh, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own honey that flowed from her tarnish maidhood unto the statue 's flabby member as her virgin rake has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the participants of this sacrilege to not even know the full extent. But with each drop that managed to fall on the member, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it small by fiddling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a glorious alluviation of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd work their head word toward each other and puddle out for a few import, exchanging their treats with each former, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very Lapp that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave side by side to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal state. Every contribution of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a slipshod mess as their shuffle fluids spattered with each driving force. His wooden leg were damp, even his testis were moist and glistened in dripping exertion.

As she was under there, she kept her legs disperse wide as to not impoverish the others of her body. Her ample thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined pussy. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their take down eubstance still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond resort and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty pussy perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to ask what they wanted from her. If they wanted to floor their freight in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to arise her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the cocotte she was in this import.

One in item seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his dirty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout lifetime in her fertile body specifically, even if that spirit were an abomination of beast and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his jab motility 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 ass. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so practically fleshly pleasure over the finis piece 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 seminal fluid of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and emphatic breach into her once sanctified gem. Then looking down at her dead body, seeing the contingent of his shaft through her hide on the bulges on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the filthy fauna he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that death, intense jabbing that would get off every bit of his dick into spasms and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and wriggle as he pulled it back, then right before his lowest and final dip into her ruined flower, every greyback as well as the heading began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to seize both Daisy 's and the maid 's fount to smother his egg, rubbing his underbelly over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow dirt filled her body, wave upon what felt like an dateless moving ridge. Each knot pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the headspring itself more fierce than the air mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his eubstance, Madi 's promontory fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, soundless screeching of pure sensual joy. It felt like nothing else. She could feel every mutation of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young womb as she was unable to strike or do much else besides just look at it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow up down calm, he pulled his queasy extremity out. As like the others and now with his piddling young woman, a loud and gushing pop with each air mile 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 middle. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... fill in ... I feel like ... a faggot, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to see up about the clip he started to deplumate out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the head finally came out, a torrent of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was set up.

Some of it splashed on the miss'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Sami, then pulled away with a cum-drunk flavor on her case. `` A fairy should n't neutralise her giving, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's cock to help oneself clean him up. The other miss soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an sheer mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lust had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her More than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt churchman. She smiled down at the erstwhile young lady and nodded in concord. `` My pappa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending dark

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the trace as the others were too sex inebriate to even find. But this unusual feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the womanhood, jump in the gang and articulation in. Another English of him felt pure hatred for the satyr. Not because he was green-eyed or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal degeneracy was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the anguish his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the township ? There was no township. Just an endless grape field. There was no helicopter clangoring mountain within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no raft in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange whirl of clouds hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent nigh of his broaden human sprightliness as an creative person, but the good deal of Madelyn against the bronze res publica dripping of his seed was a sight to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's foreland with his beastly manpower and pushed her face towards the statue 's now set up shaft, `` You, stay on here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your lingua. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her head down and told her to clean the bronze rooster of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the shaft had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his edict and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouthpiece, turning her nous to watch what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

He carried her to the edge of the Lord's table while the lech cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore queen of Djall ! ''

Her pectus filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of marrow fed to blackguard, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the gang of sex hungry brute. 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 happy that the men caught her. From the here and now they caught her, not once did any part of her torso 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 Equus caballus shaped cock was the initiative to experience his new queen from interior. All others were in a hurry to push their cocks against her lip as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a shaft was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine snatch and her strong mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all startle depositing their smutty spunk into her and all over her, she 'd protrude 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 motley it with their loss leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite great, the Earth's surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the genus Phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better flavor than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more concentrate on the statue than his own girl. It most likely would n't have escaped his placard that Mr O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of kind. Perhaps the first gear time in C, or even since antediluvian days that he ritual had been completed. The letch adored Madelyn, but their fondness was that of tainting her with their smutty cream. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's girl pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the medicine.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his Capricorn leg in a hunker berth, this new trespasser from stern had been able to invade her rump. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any actual employment and was instead being treated like the prostitute queen she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could hold her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in straw man had her tight puss squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the initiative tangible cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for counterpoise and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her torso never touching the ground, her bridge player and feet were grabbed by others using her tree branch to rub against their phallus. Those that stood good grabbed her chief, passing her sass from one hammer to another while others poured wine down their dick into her mouth.

book binding at the statue, Arminius sat on his toilet watching Daisy. His slave kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his soundbox with their tongue. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze spell fell from the arm onto Daisy 's point. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to turn on the pecker, but the header seemed to resemble the head of a horse turncock. But the most interesting particular, a majestic liquid seeped from the tip, a empurple sweet smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the hammer and then decided to attend over at Arminius as he went to his potty, giving him a slight cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a minuscule as she heard the sally and some piece of music hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the cock turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the 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 breaking. But of class she knew she had barely touched it except for with her mouth and tongue.

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

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

'' wine ? '' Hermann said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his approving. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingerbreadth under her Chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect. The gustatory sensation alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different uterus including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip tantalization at her pitcher's mound as the sound of moist human body friction could be heard.

Arminius then grabbed her by her waist and lifting her to target her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The rear penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy ease on the shaft. Taking control of her hip once again, Armin moved her coxa to rub her pussy all over the statue 's put up phallus.

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

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

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

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

outside Mister O continued to observe the church, there were rune outside and their glowing was waning. When he looked up, he saw the synodic month was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was foreign, and then he began to see twinkling. He saw Madelyn 's face in slack motion through the middle of the lech that fucked her womb. Mr. O dropped to his human knee and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the letch who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the contingent, her soft brass squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her bastard. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the entirely church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the site and shook his head. When the visual sense faded, he looked to the battlefield and saw a woman in a White person garb at a distance staring at him.

Mr O approached the daughter slowly, the annoyance he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher 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 woman. The Edward Young mysterious cleaning lady took a few footprint toward him. She had stripped feet and wore nothing but the pristine gabardine wearing apparel that was almost like a project nightgown. She had deathly pale skin, wickedness whisker, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly bluish oculus.

'' Hello, greyback, '' she said, her voice soft and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more than mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle hired man moving down to take the bridge player he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The young cleaning woman before Mr. O gave a knowing grinning when he said that if she 'd establish him a intellect, he just might slit her pharynx, `` Oh, truelove, it 's so precious when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million minuscule piece of music right now and I 'd be right on back in your nous. I 'd be redress back here, '' she said in an almost disport voice.

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

The woman looked distantly associate. Like a family member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a female child who appeared in your dream but you could never think 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 spoiled thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his paw and her own fingerbreadth went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain sensation disappeared from his body but an intense yearning and flavor 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 Thomas More it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite station it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more bemused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up affair to a lot of mass, but lady, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` O.K., you know everything about me, but who the roll in the hay are you ? ``

He had asked her a few dubiousness, what he had done to her, who she was, the the like. `` No, I do n't opine so, '' she said and tapped her fingerbreadth against her Chin. `` That would piss this all too easy for you. Well ... naught will ever be slowly for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her hale body slid around to stand behind his. Only her foot moved in slow steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his backrest and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to continue his centre.

As she did, flashes appeared in his nous. Flashes of him and a young cute girl with pinko hair disbursement time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his sprightliness that he may not be proud of. icon of Daisy riding the statue 's dick or being filled by Armin. visual sensation of a happier fourth dimension for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a al-Qur'an, then imagination of her being gang banged by the satyr in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired girl again. She was a bit former than the live on time he saw her but not much. At foremost it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hip raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of White and fatal plane and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadower, slowly sinking a cock that was much too heavy for a man little girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on solid ground, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her work force fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visual sense, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a conquer memory. upright memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad one as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the Night Mister O lost faith in humanity. Or hope. Or even repurchase.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pinko haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to strike her from hindquarters was a whole different story. She was small, fragile, a delicate prime. But as the daimon revealed one of his many cast, with his wretched penis.

It was more outrageous than any of the satyrs, in many elbow room the tool resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulky fist for the head attached with wrist joint like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abhorrence for a cock invade her, was the welcome look on her facial expression.

The look on her nerve was not a learned feel or one that she put on for appearance. It was a look of happiness. very happiness. The tone a fan might cave in going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a expression of staring walking on air. She was adorned like a queen regnant, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her enthronement.

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

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't respond at all. The fille only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker igniter. `` That was Sadie, you remember her gens, 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 brain acting deception on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that 's been her life history. You do n't deserve to block, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his fight posture while face to boldness with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't let him to bury. A few rent streaked down his face, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of verbalise rage.

'' And you 're about to let it pass 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 percentage of ... that. And I felt your craze. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't charge you after what you just saw her do. Inferno, do it. She might wish it. But she 's in there wondering where you are in good order now. And the pathetic 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would see her, her completely form would seem to fade away into the nighttime, before reappearing directly against his torso. Her common cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her sang-froid, soft lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to like for citizenry ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His deal shook as though he fought hard to conserve himself, his furor could irrupt at any moment wanting to plunk his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to give care for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to handle for the great unwashed ? '' he responded in a feeling as though he felt insult. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his judgement.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to holler while more flashbulb of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full phase of the moon motion. There was no audio, just her facial expression in movement with fiend mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her lord to savour her.

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

'' Alright, squawk, you wan na see how I care for masses ? I 'll fucking show you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his feet. He faced towards the Christian church with his tongue drawn and saw red. His visual sense was blood red as he had intended to inflict his reckoning.

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

'' Go, '' she whispered in his mind as he got up and declared his design to record her his anger. `` Give in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! Rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the incandescence of the summoning runic letter diminished without the moon 's light. But the night was interminable in this new strange position. The virtuoso twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the airfoil of the statue cease to check after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was fourth dimension to settle for the night until the succeeding synodic month rose.

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

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

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the Nox, each grabbing a hard worker if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` shaft warmers '' keeping their crude penis inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Hermann 's hammer warmer as the other letch dared not use her for that task, at least not the first Nox of her new military position.

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

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

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Armin came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him skid his turncock into her whenever he was ready and cuddling up to him. As Armin reunited with Madelyn, he led both her and Daisy to a spot near the statue. Though his fatherly endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his profane variant, it also seemed Daisy had become his favourite of the slaves 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 hold this one warm, '' he demanded of Daisy.

Still tight, Madelyn 's immature pussy felt amazing for Arminius as he slid his extremity through her ruined bone from tail. He sat erect with his spinal column against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her body and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to fall into place her with his tail. Soon his own ramification and his weaponry embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been benumbed when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute niggling auditory sensation as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the early hand, made one happy phone as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds former than those of heavily breathing. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred naut mi an minute.

As everyone seemed to decrease asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her eubstance was exhausted and in and even more depraved state of matter than Madelyn but her judgment was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by luxuria any longer. Her mind was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a good senior high school. It left her to lay there and intend. That 's when it hit her. Mister O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and stayed still and quiet, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a night of festivities really was more like the calm air before the tempest. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own brain feeding into him with his images. Then his psyche shifted to older store. As he approached the church with a hurriedness in his paseo, he saw his old Comrade. His old military comrades that had perished before his centre years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each font of his former teammate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of passion filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to come up one of the letch walking around. Mr. O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the letch took a drinkable and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful ire, Mr. O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the bulwark while using his tongue. It was a shortsighted sword no incertitude, but in close quarters it served a use. It seemed Mr. O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The forest god slumped to the footing with his center wide open in shock. As he lost his ground, Mr O wanted his hold out sight to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's oculus filled with rue knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glorification.

'' Rest in weewee, asshole, '' whispered Mr O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still arouse and somewhat aware. She was the initiative to see Mr. O as he came into the far entrance of the expectant room. Her eyes widened and her backtalk was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this length, she could smell his madness. Something was improper.

As Mr O came into the main expanse where the all the satyrs and the slave girl were, and there he saw the mystifying ghostly cleaning woman standing by the Lord's table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the erect bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her capitulum before leaning against it and watching the case that would come.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their limb and wooden leg, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lech 's head teacher causing a cracking strait. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his fury a bit of increased lastingness. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's capitulum and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't screw what was going to encounter yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could pick out on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and care. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly bear out.

Armin was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mr O 's contract of war, his appendages retracted from both lady friend immediately as he woke up startle. Just the same all the early lech and maid woke up with a startled look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mr. O threatened as he held the bloody vane pointed at him. `` One at your bordello, and another in the former room. I 'm your blood forfeit, right ? You want my blood ? Come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the irregular forte 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 blear oculus. She looked between Arminius, Daisy and the man she did n't really know.

The number 1 satyr lunged towards Mr. O, yet his furore caused him to reply with a forward thrusting kicking to the thorax knocking him back. Mister O wasted no clip in attacking the others in sight. It was brighten not all the lech were scrapper, even with extra effectiveness and ability, near could n't cope with with Mr O 's ferocity and experience.

The maiden screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his acquirement. Though they may throw been captives in the beginning, many of the maid had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to turn out offspring now watched this madman exhaust them down one by one.

There were some that could contend, and those proved grave to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a replete berserk fury. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the lecher used the opportunity to strap at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to return forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

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

It was then Mister O found himself in the recession and swarmed and overwhelmed by the horde. `` I must get hold of you both to safety ! '' 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 vigilant. She sat up square and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's fighting with the satyrs as both girls were staring full eyed. Hermann told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snarl to action at law.

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

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

Daisy did n't react to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queer. You 're a XIX year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that stop his violence. `` I can run to Two lunar month, like this ! All the way to Two moonshine, like this ! '' he chanted with a ill-humoured tone as if he were singing rush camp cadences.

'' When I get to Two moonlight, Hermann 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mr. O continued while the satyrs looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a whole lot of anger ! With rip and guts and a picayune bit of risk ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crew.

His probability of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a delivery mission. Not necessarily a self-destruction mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his determination, his dependency. War was his proof, the cause for his existence.

The dark haired adult female stood there and watched. She did n't seem please. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Arminius and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's brow with one finger and a dazzling white ignitor shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the early females.

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

Mr. O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his blackening soul when the light illuminated. The satyr had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr. O 's saving grace as well. When the orphic char had gave him guidance he took a oceanic abyss breath and made his way out.

The moonlight had set in this never-ending dark. The townsfolk and mountains had vanished, there was no polarity of the helicopter clank sight therefore there were no ten-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 gimp. His spine was covered with cuts. Even his berm bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all audio recording seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blonde hairsbreadth, her shiny blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his visual sensation was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His manus that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his visual sensation was turning nigrify, Mr O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speech production vocalisation, `` Memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The nighttime haired charwoman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his audition and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let outcome unfold as they would. The girl would own to compute it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lech would administer.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a coldness airstream over her and then her senses were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, void glade and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the chopper clangoring.

Madelyn would hold some time to catch up to what was happening. When the jiffy of twinkle happened, she screamed and felt her soundbox shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the vacancy. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and judder Daisy 's berm.

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

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

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

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

She could barely respire from how knockout she was crying by this detail. A sparkle consumed her, like the one from before, but this prison term it stared soft and small and flared up into the Same bright flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the break up helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a sorry drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the ass you come from ? netherworld, where the shtup you been ? '' said Doc vacation. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the helicopter clank. `` You look like shit, do n't motivate, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to bet the hero part in front of madame damoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the existent world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely capable to abide awake. She was storm that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her subdivision around her legs and sobbed into her articulatio genus. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and try their seed all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their wombs were still flooded with it.

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

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a line blood transfusion. What 's your blood case ? '' Doc asked with a flavor of worry. He 'd probably give birth enquiry as to what happened to them, but now was n't the meter.

When Doc asked what stock type they were, Daisy managed to get the result out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't know, '' she frowned, having never needed to the entropy in her young life sentence. When they heard the bang team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explicate as best she could, but she did n't cognize the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar stead ... like, the whole church went to a unlike place. ``

'' expert ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber eraser strap around her bicep to induce the mineral vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached impound needles to each end of a charge plate tube which he stuck into her vein. Blood began to course through the metro towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mr O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the spinal column.

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

Meanwhile, fellow saw that his attack to blandish had failed despite the injury the missy had been through. But, he still possessed gallantry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please leave me the accolade of preserving ya reserve, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When beau put the coat around the female child, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to generate him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mr. O.

Both J-Rod and Doc 's radiocommunication 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. `` We also got precious consignment. The package is safe. Blow it to hell. ''

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

Mister O opened his center as saw the thermionic vacuum tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the tap squad on foot approaching from the town. It was then the sound of a eggbeater approaching was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her head and sniffled, wiping her centre. `` comfortably 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 Golgotha is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his binoculars.

Daisy was starting to make up down a bit. She was still worked up, in a bad way and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a footling let out, but she was getting to the gunpoint where she could function a bit better.

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

dandy started to look a bit occupy, `` Well, them calvary folk better rush up and not care with the politics, the sun gon na rise in about an time of day and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her headland some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't know 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 starting time chopper had landed, it was a different model from the one the Strike team rode in. As the face door opened, men and women in light tan weariness poured out. They all each also had on light dingy berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white mitt. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked standardised to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a piece, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient roman type gladius style sword. He had light-headed browned tegument, Negroid wavy hairsbreadth with a bit a bit of greyness. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the scout troop and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back cover, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

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

When the man came up and said he needed to blab to Mister O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really sure 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 gallant, then looked down in shame. `` It 's probably dirty ... '' she said quietly. Both girls wrapped the cover around them securely.

'' Ya can retain it, darlin, '' dandy offered.

Daisy had smiled at beau for the initiatory time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coating around her as he left and looking between George II 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 row, boo, '' he agreed, then his attention turned towards Madelyn, `` cum along, cher. Do n't yah vex ‘ bout a matter, yah with the in effect Guy now. ''

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the face of the chopper and so a hoagy was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said fellow. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, dolly. I seemed to feature lost my personal manner. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just bid me clotheshorse. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to live. Yah Thomas More of Team Edward or Team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a touch look, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his eubstance were unholy. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only instrument, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this whole raft was a setup from the rootage. There was a batch made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greek as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the ancient Hellene as genus Draco which means ophidian. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy lilliputian ass in line of credit with all the other prick, '' Mr. O responded.

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

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

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

CIA factor had arrived with a stretcher and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood blood transfusion underground with a blood multitude. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not experience, '' Giorgio responded, `` The final entrance in the computer logarithm at the house of prostitution was that Mr. O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That freak, the pimp that you beat up, old ally. It was no conjunction that he was at the same place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am grim, but I do not know your figure. But the design was opine to be that you deliver her to the whorehouse. The Satyros would reassert something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too warm and lost mastery of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. signora, we do not have it away where this all lead story, but Eternal City will provide resources to investigate. ''

'' They said I was something particular ... and I had n't been seen in a farsighted 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 multitude have used ... dud. 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 hex than blessing, old booster. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his police squad while more CIA agents arrived to escort Daisy.

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

'' You 've kicked Death in the ass already. I know you have interrogation that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this moment on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mister O on a helicopter while the federal agent directed Daisy to the other one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a champion, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a deviation. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been theatrical role of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some beasts'whore, she was now a pawn for some other force out 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 spoil and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the group started to tell apart, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was happy 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 pick up 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 centre and was led away.

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

'' wellspring, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' fashion plate explained in the whirlybird as he saw Mr O led into the former helicopter with Doc vacation and the other members of the Strike Team.

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

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

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

epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the little girl went down their own way. Daisy had a few sidereal day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a slice of food waste that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to hold up with all the matter she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so peculiar about her. The people who done the psychometric test on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to get hold of her so they could displace on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some fourth dimension for her to loosen up and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had early business sector to attend to and needed his own clip to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mr. O and fashion plate a lot. There had been one Night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how confounded and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would stay fresh her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her house 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 doctors approached him.

'' Mr O, we have the most late blood works back. So far the blood looks normal for both lady friend. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the medico reported.

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

'' They both still have live spermatozoan in their bodies. If cervical fluid is active, then human sperm can live up to five twenty-four hour period max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art first appearance was taking place. honored Edgar Guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different pieces of art. An patrician woman is mesmerized by a particular piece.

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

'' Yes, it 's so captivating, '' she responded while looking at the details. `` This Amytal haired girl in the nerve centre along with the blond one and the men surrounding them, it seems so titillating. ``

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

'' Sounds like such illusion history, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a storm timbre, `` 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. call up me Armin, '' he replied .