Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blonde adult female named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few workweek ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the express purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing broad well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her sprightliness had fallen apart and she just wanted the richly, and to not palpate 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 champion, It felt like she was the exclusively individual she had left the only person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thoughts straight and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go home. However, something felt different about lifespan, about her trunk, her nous. Better than before, but different. She could n't explicate it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up adjacent to an old church. Drug addiction rehab star sign posted. Mr. O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his iniquity suit, disastrous polished chelsea boot and his neatly cut bleak tomentum combed in a fauxhawk panache with a scruffy whiskers covering hard nape on his face.

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

'' Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply tog man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to suffer his breath. `` You do n't look too good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mr O.

As Daisy exited the edifice with her little bag of belonging, she saw the scene going on outside the nub. She gasped and could n't help but watch. For some reason she felt compelled to watch over the scene, feeling an resistless impulse to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his human knee and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't anguish me. ! person ... avail ! telephone the police force ! ``

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

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"cum on, Carl, where 's the young lady ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last chance, where is your furor ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final monition as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol.

Daisy was frosty in her berth on the cool pavement, watching the two men in what seemed like a very inflame spot. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his stifle and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the police. There seemed to be a girlfriend missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a investigator or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her secure to appear seemingly calm in personal manner, she took a thick breath. After readying herself as best she could her fundament brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the girlfriend whisper to him. He had been so occupied with the now ride man he did n't notice the fille approach. But, hearing the set phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means faint Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old Clarence Day of my system, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not casual someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the din had attracted a crew of people to view, Mister O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` Okay, I do n't eff who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll becharm up to you eventually. So please keep open me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Then the computer screen filled with various records, police phonograph record, medical criminal record all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced stagnant not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead time of year premiere coming soon. I see no track record of affiliation to any secret social club, cabal, or shadow brass. Have a good day. ''

Daisy stared at the computing device as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to roll in the hay everything about the position, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few multiplication, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the 1 from the most recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't aid but let out a easygoing giggle when it seemed rouse about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screenland submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mr O began, `` I 'm Mr O, and I work for the CIA, vestige Spectrum class. You can say we look into and operate outside the region of normal by societal standard. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - blue angel saint

He pulled into the drive of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was goose egg out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulating.

'' There 's a fille missing, and this is her star sign. Daisy, feeling, you probably have no estimation what the fuck is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the automobile trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his articulatio humeri. `` The presence door is unbolted, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this son of a bitch inside ? ``

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

Nodding when he said to go and open the room access, she moved out of the truck and went to open the look door. She looked back to see Mr O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some fourth dimension since anyone was but it was mostly in unspoiled 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 daughter with dyed blue hair, a real cute smile and a missy next door case of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the phratry portraiture as Mr. O explained the place in Sir Thomas More detail. 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 woman in the pic. `` She 's not here. Did something bechance ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from opus to piece. `` 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 moment 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 jazz if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to induce some significance to him, or be leaving a content to person ... Do you hump if the runes have any ties to, like, specific supernatural ritual ? ``

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

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

Mr. O then opened his lozenge which seemed to bypass all watchword restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's father :

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explain Thomas More, `` This e-mail came in to a lesser extent than a calendar week ago. Soon someone at this IP destination began searching the mysterious web looking up various occult site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion hooey, I 'm talking hooey under the eyes of Venice. And then three sidereal day ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

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

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be OK or easy to determine. She watched him with the tab, showing her all of the data he had found. The girl 's mother was dead, her Father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known man marketer. The email from the Fatherhood made her belly turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This whole matter makes me ghastly, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girl is with her begetter ... somehow. I do n't screw how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out flash than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the door, `` helper ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in frustration, `` okeh, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too often for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the info 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 threshold and attacked the man as he entered and closed the door behind him.

Daisy took a recondite breathing place when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the room access. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly calm given the state of affairs. She walked to the front doorway and stepped outside, pulling the face pack of cigaret from her pouch and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the panorama carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from inside. From the exterior a lot of yelling and banging sounds could be heard. The commotion was enough to do the faithful neighbors to top out out the window.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbor peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the auditory sensation coming from inside the household and smoked her cigarette. Finally, she turned back to the doorway and peeked inside, curious 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 elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English calligraphy writing saying, `` MEMENTO MORI. ''

'' We got a steer, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You uncoerced to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian territorial dominion in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his physical contact. Ultimately, I do n't consider 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 soul

minutes began to seethe by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl Samuel Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street panderer, he mostly deals with occult arts groups. They usually have good financial backing procedure, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to fork over her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't vex, I have a squad en road to erase his retentivity,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portraiture and the family picture show, we assume Madelyn has a hard bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom release, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the interrogative sentence remains, do you guess the Church Father is a dupe or is he one of the shit ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the furor and the pimp, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a footling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the doubt and I have a crazy intuitive feeling about it. To me, the signs point to something bad. I do n't guess he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Nobel Peace Prize recipient role, Sebastian Saint to conduce the new cultivating island off the seacoast of Gronland, just compass north of Iceland. His humanistic nature and drive to better humans has made him the nonpareil choice for this new colony, '' the tuner reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' OK, here 's the programme. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll pretend to be person I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother host, I 'll tell them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to see some eff answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radio receiver show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no approximation who or what they were talking about, but something made her auricle perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to see any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for calendar week.

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

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

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a stunt woman take. The expression of her being distressed no incertitude appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for intent in life.

'' You look corking, '' he responded, `` I mean you look keen in the good sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a house notifying their entree into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a comfortably biography. But, within the residential district also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the community of interests to enshroud their dark work. `` count around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some kind. 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 gravid and then corrected himself saying she looked like she would pass. Biting her lip, she nodded some and fought the itch or fix her hair. It was a short parkway to the office of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and homes, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the pulley a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple engine block from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building payload and unlade passengers.

'' okay, we need to act as the component 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.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard duty. He was sitting in the like point since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the constituent. `` I can be a pretty ripe actor, '' she said with a minuscule smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really listen the rough handling. She knew it was parting of the act. She put a turgid frown on her look and let him hang back her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd turn her consistence and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and foiled sigh and tell him to let her go.

Mr. O did n't respond verbally as she played her part as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the centering towards the edifice, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment edifice with hollow way with the elision of old bottom used for service.

inside more homeless looking strayer stood near the entrance, no question they were guards. As Mr. O made his way towards the landlord 's position, all the tenant building block doors were unresolved, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to serve sure-enough men.

One room in particular had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a babe face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a gown which she was barely removing when one of the three honest-to-goodness man inside had shut the threshold.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the construction. She was looking around and giving dirty looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few present moment. The old men who looked homeless person made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were safety device. When they got inside, she looked stupefied. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the section since she 'd be wanting to use up in her new surroundings. She was looking in the suite at the pitiable girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the fille who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These wretched girls, 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 featherbrained butt, '' he said to the masses in the place. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the billet sat there and looked at him for a mo, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the Bos as he sat in the back of the role chewing on his nutrient while he talked with a heavy accent, `` Okay, up stairs. tertiary floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 special if she is virginal like lady friend with racy hair. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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

Around his body were a brace of distaff legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked missy appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a board. She began to sit unsloped as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mister O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal sass. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

'' Young and fertile, '' said the man with an accent, `` That 's how I enjoy my discipline. I test out the new girls, 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 forehead and strange markings began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow down paced walk, with each dance step his rush thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is authoritative is that we bring Djall into this existence. Through Djall, I plant his cum into fertile bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal youthfulness. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the grace Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiate urge to plant his seed. '' As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can experience it ... Djall 's young will originate 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 promote him away, looking over his shoulder at the girl and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his face finisher to hers, his dentition were like fangs, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an creature, then a long shot with his clapper licked her from her cervix then ups the face of her face, `` You smell and taste ... unacceptable ! Your kind has n't been on this worldly concern for C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her knickers as if he was in a haste to undress her. Something about her odor and taste caused him to go into a fury.

Daisy grimaced a little when he smelled her and licked her cervix and face. His manus was on her stomach, almost like it was sensing her uterus. She whined again, but this meter it was dissimilar. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The wight of a man told her that"her sort"had n't existed on earth in a longsighted time.

'' What do you think of ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to stuff him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her more. And then gunshots erupted on the bottom floor, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunshots, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The unusual amand with the horns continued to jerk and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunfire almost seemed endless, the craze man with horns did n't seem to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't respond to anything but her. He continued to rally her.

With a feeling of insatiate lecherousness in the horned man 's face, he continued to verbalize, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two moons when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the Virgo by the father, then soon the kindred will plant life inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall help oneself usher his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his trouser as his vile phallus, a grotesque translation of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd physique like that of a series of knots and constellate piercing along the shaft. Her trouser now halfway down her thigh along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his drawers. This man did n't even seem to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not get a line them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her middle saw his vile cock as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so unknown and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her pelvic arch and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and founder your Creator offspring, I 'll feature a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a calm down vox. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her script move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a display, of line, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his mouth. It was a long skinny and forked natural language like that of a snake in the grass. His eyes also began to reposition 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 rampart.

'' Do I look like I want stimulation ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his articulatio coxae trying rub his foreign cock against her, angling it upwards to placement it to perforate her.

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made sure I was drained before enjoying some aphrodisiacal time with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the young girl 's pulsing, the fille that was flowing with the man 's seed. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the cocksucker 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 first few blastoff from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry germ from the former girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't know who you are, steady, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or constabulary place. Somewhere rubber. Get a good morning after pill and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the young woman fuzz and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the nip had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the place. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the fille, it 's possible they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicinal drug wo n't be able-bodied to help them. Let 's read/write head back to Madelyn 's house until we have Thomas More details. ``

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

'' Djall ? '' Mr O replied in a semi surprises pure tone, `` Djall in United States ? Strange that they would summon him here, his following are normally found in Eastern European Union. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of spring chicken and virility. But then that would have in mind the runes hidden in the house painting were some form of attunement runic letter. A means to make her body adequate to of his acceptance. But, two moonlight, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mr O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the hazard to do so.

'' O.K., this makes more than sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking Virgo with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these day, '' Mr O continued.

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

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while prominent vanguard pulled in. From the helicopter, men and womanhood in tactical appurtenance fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the avant-garde, many in moody suits arrived.

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

'' CIA shadower Spectrum clean up gang and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the dark wooing with combat rush. `` I was able to promise 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 woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to agree and she followed him back to the hand truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a retentive time ,'I do n't know what he meant, '' she explained.

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

Daisy shook her fountainhead a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't suppose so ... '' she said quietly and tried to reckon of anything different she might take felt both in her living 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 - kinfolk reunification

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a minuscule desert Town is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their hand as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and grading. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in accusation. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My juicy saint arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed yoke of men with one others in the driver buttocks and another riding shotgun. She looked wear out and disturb. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in Day. No one would talk to her and severalise 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 building full of scumbags and poor people girl forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to convey her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, cold food and given body of water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high wind cone and flats to cope with. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to spread the position doorway. Though the two men in the van looked rule, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed unlike as they saw Madelyn.

'' Blessed Djall ! The vessel has arrived ! assignment 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. a great deal like the man in the brothel, they all had horns coming out of their frontal bone. 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 tone.

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

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

She was so confused as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that vocalisation ring out, her skin got even more pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the direction of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pa ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mummy ... she.. Who are these citizenry ? Why are we here ? '' the little girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her optic and she did n't know what to guess or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chairman, the rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the solid ground. Madelyn watched her Church Father as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to subscribe to a tail.

'' I 've been sitting for hour in a cramped van with four stranger. I 'd rather tolerate, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously confused and mark and hurt over what had happened the go days.

Her father began to explain the berth, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are affair you should bed. I 've raised you since you were Whitney Moore Young Jr., but the the true is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been alive a long time. When I met your mother, it was by fortuity and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my smashing joy to watch you grow. But what you have to understand is that my living 's purpose was to see the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many students I had taught in my college learning artistic production course of instruction, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your maiden year of college and came to chitchat me in my classroom. Do you think of how I showed you my nontextual matter ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the foretoken, the glow runes, I knew I had to take them base and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. reserve me to present you a new humanity, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

'' What do you mean he can add mamma back ? You sound ... loony. This is all crazy. I just want to go menage. I want you to derive home base, '' Madelyn cried out in confusion.

He looked at her trunk and took it in. Her young design, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage style of clothes. Her father 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 difficult for you to realise, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long meter, longer than well-nigh. You see, I have found a way to jockey demise Itself, I had learned to hold up aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the Christian church.

The statue depicted a letch sitting down. His torso leaned back slightly with his manpower holding up at the sides. Another matter to detail was that of the lecher 's member depicted as flaccid which is rare as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic animate being.

Madelyn crossed her implements of war over her chest and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and fall out the thing he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was strange to get word him babble like this. He was usually so coherent and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

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

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

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his deal at the others in a gesture to cool it them, which they did. He then responded with a horse sense of seriousness and a stern tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will turn sack '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign language.

Madelyn looked dash when her father 's tonicity changed and he began to say that she would soon find out. The chanting took a moment for her to agnize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her Father-God as he started walking away.

'' papa, 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 escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to experience her organic structure with their hands. `` The vas is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the compact, then soon he shall total to lifespan ! ''

At starting time it was just touching and she pulled away and shoo their handwriting off of her but then when it became groping and touching, she started pushing them and trying to extract away more aggressively. It was no use for the small girl though as she was soon take hold of and basically dragged toward the front of the church.

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her founding father continued while the dark bulwark of the church glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to burn. Her founder stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around motor horn began to pullulate from his forehead as similar markings on his case also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth when her father began to originate trump and glow. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some make-up or something but now, she was stunned. Her coat of arms were being held and there were hired hand all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present tense meter, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red sparkle began to blare in the heart console table. Mr. O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the Saame LCD reminder as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the screen was a blonde woman that began to utter with a European accent, '' greeting, secret agent O,

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

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

Mister O seemed a bit surprise by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional organism, those type do n't normally get over over. The SOB worshiped Djall, is Djall that herculean ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in fussy we believe was human Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reasonableness to believe Djall is the Sami deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape vine harvest time, winemaking and wine itself, ritual foolishness, fertility, and religious ecstasy. ``

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

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

"Alright, keep me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could roll down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a toilsome smoker by any mean. The face pack in her purse had been there for week. But with all the events of today, she could n't serve it. She blew smoke directly out the windowpane as to not let it stink or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the butt when she was done, which was during the phone call.

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

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

'' The team is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a expectant help, but you are a civilian and not a condition operative. I 'm sure you have doubtfulness that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient mysterious code 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 adjudicate to detect answers to those interrogation. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to aim you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr O before he turned around and walked towards the front doorway without even a hug or a shake. He said pretty practically what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her lip and shook her school principal.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not certainly how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the early anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to safety and wanted to bonk what the satyr meant but she did n't get it on what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a footling bit.

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

Then the foreign entity began flooding her judgement with the whole church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the thing going on. The particular filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely au naturel and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid 1920s. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hip joint to pleasure him. There were plenty of lady friend there seeking to have massive pleasance from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the father. She made her way conclude and could see the char orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the John Milton Cage Jr., watching everything going on around her as others casually would get to their fingers in the cage to extend to her physical structure. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young girl, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go out of doors to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the Father-God was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremonial could see nor feel Daisy 's bearing, 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 waste. But then, there was one star sign that left a clue to their fix. A wooden Post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, `` Two Moons vineyard. ``

The advance away from the church, the stranger the Ithiel Town seemed ... or at to the lowest degree in the astral planes. A black Corvus corax suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a pile of Corvus corax flew in circles around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the midriff. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black sens, a man in dark and torn article of clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to give forth from him, but his head was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking steel. He approached Daisy with his head down and Echo of indistinct whispers continued to call as if he were inside her ear.

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

The unaired the smoky dark one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his leaf blade. Just as he was within ambit, behind Daisy that conversant gentle voice had spoken, `` waken up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. stir up UP ! ``

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other military group at work. If anything, Mr. O has been in the field of battle long enough to acknowledge proficient than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to play on the slope of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

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

Inside, the business firm was filled with secret agent in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unknown forensics investigating of the home. Mister O continued into the house trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busy the little syndicate domicile had gotten since just a few 60 minutes ago. There were a lot to a greater extent masses here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their gear. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in dissimilar gear, rather than the suit of clothes the others wore, they all each had on regular clothing such as denim gasp or cargos with t-shirts along with fatal tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this work party was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in specific was uniquely dressed in designer wearable. While the military looking ones had scruff and beards with abruptly hair, this early valet de chambre had tenacious haircloth tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a combat blades.

'' Well, O, beaming yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one mitt to greet her `` Well hello, darlin', the name is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me dandy, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tone of red with pale hide.

When the charming man with the Cajun accent approached her, took her 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 meet you. ``

'' okey, Daisy, this is the Strike team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowherd globe cap is Doc Holiday, our medical officer. Nate `` One Time '' Old Hickory, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you delight explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr. O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to call for her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a sullen topographic point, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were mass dressed in night dress, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a blue haired miss, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a John Milton Cage Jr. in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a boo 's eye view of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine making. A epicurean deity. It would make horse sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine-colored, like near grapeshot airfield, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of fellow continued to look on the map.

Beau being his normal ego tried to make illumination of a sober situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call in myself severe. 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 processes in his head to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to look at him and then gasped a little as he revealed his Fang.

'' Okay, dude, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammunition magazine in the ammo pouch of his undershirt, `` Daisy, there are several potential positioning with vinery. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Sun Myung Moon vinery, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, shadow, and intimate, '' she said and ran a hired hand through her hair. `` The town looks suddenly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a coop, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two Moons vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her financial statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the populace in two moons, I thought they meant in two night. If they 're engaged in debauch acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

'' fountainhead, wench, what is that ? '' said fashion plate as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a Corvus corax fledge stuck on her foot. ``

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

Mr O and the residuum looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of last and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disasters, terrorist flack. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black raven Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't lots significant. A lot of the team extremity including Mister O spent most of the drive locking and loading their guns and calibrating their background.

'' We got a fix on Two lunar month Vineyards, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have several towns that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us identify which township looks conversant to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' Strike team Operator mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscle school principal eccentric.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd have to help them visualise out which town was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be slow to distinguish, everything 's utterly there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave boyfriend a petty smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't heed it too much.

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

When Beau spoke again, Daisy gave him a little smirk and shook her chief. `` Me neither, '' she said softly with a pernicious nictation. Then, she looked at the eggbeater with veneration, having never been on one, and nodded at Mister O before following him.

Outside of the motortruck in an undefended landing field, two whirlybird with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One clock time, '' and Hawk boarded one chopper while Doc holiday, Beau, and Mr O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to repel the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The chopper although dark blue sky seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and solid in gloss. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

'' Bet yah never thought you 'd ride on one of these chopper with a lamia, '' dandy teased as he was a more societal and charming one.

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thought, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a dismal sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to plain her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old Friend and her ex, call her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a eggbeater in the middle of some weird whoreson surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc vacation sat on the edge on opposite ends of the whirlybird with their gunman pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each other over the tatty propellor noise as well as with the other whirlybird. After about an minute into the flight, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state descent, the vineyards should be about fifteen minute of arc out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to project as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right location, we 'll get our overture. It 'll be a hot drop cloth, '' Big Papi was instructing before matter got silent. Daisy nodded some when Mr O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

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

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

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from face to side. The Corvus corax poofed into disastrous sens and appeared as a man with crude vane in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the puppet appeared in their helicopter and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while fender was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to blast at the spook. It vanished and appeared on the side of meat of the chopper slashing away at the engines. boyfriend unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the eggbeater grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc vacation as the chopper began to twirl out of dominance. Daisy was unrestrained when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't recognise what else to do.

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

Daisy looked up at Mr. O as he grabbed her and she clung to him and hung on tight. She figured they were going to have to bound at some point in time so she had undone her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to attend on and not let go.

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her human face and in that minute time felt as it slowed down. The few sentence he saw her smiling like when she tried to calculate her role for the brothel which caught his attention, perhaps a sensory faculty of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that stack of her in the out of ascendancy helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her capitulum and tucked her into his articulatio humeri to serve her twain for the impend clangor.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing space hung on her chest and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened following. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to hark back the future few minutes. But the eggbeater had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct crash but still reel around and slew across the vineyards like a runaway gear that had been derailed at luxuriously speed.

It felt as if somberness slipped away from around them as her substructure 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 priming, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would retrieve themselves somewhat safety on the ground, far from the crash. She 'd never bang how they were saved, but they were.

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

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

'' assume them both, '' Madelyn 's Father ordered the forest god that had snuck up on Mr O. `` The man shall be offering as lineage sacrifice, now the rite is complete. As for her, Djall has a special requirement of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then lech began to drag out them both towards the church building to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - contribute Us To temptation

Madelyn, for the first niggling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journeying, and gagged because she would n't break off rallying cry and asking questions. Since then though, they had done round-the-clock sexual acts and glum rite in front end of her and it seemed to have some effect on the young girlfriend. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her luck. She was more docile, more quiet, more unemotional person. The previous 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 clothes and bridge player bathed her. She did n't press it. She almost seemed to bask the limited attention.

The missy was either so traumatized that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some military force was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the thought of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break in into tears.

After the bath, the adult female had drawn a few symbolization in different shoes along her curvaceous trunk. She did n't tell apart them and no one would recount her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the Cage and made to watch more sexual ritual, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

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

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to happen to them, had asked their names, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't reckon 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 womanhood had said she could be another of the cult 's intimate sacrifices.

Mister O did n't love how farsighted he was out, but another plash of cold-blooded water was thrown on his aspect giving him a shock to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

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

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your epithet is Hermann, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last figure is Hammer. And here you are trying to rally a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn more about him. ''

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

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

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

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the virgin will be offered up for all to enjoy ! '' Hermann announced.

Just then, the debauchery continued between the lecher and maid, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure striver for the ceremonial. Hermann, Madelyn 's beginner appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slaves wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's coop.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her beginner preface the origin of the ceremony. A bustle of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the John Milton Cage Jr. but there was another impression there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the Cage, they did n't accept to embroil her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep hint, stood up and let them take her paw and help her dance step down from the platform that the cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in nominal head of everyone in the church building and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the itch 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 part of the festivity. `` Bring the woman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's aureole, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his libidinous itch with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin mastery for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a steadfast handgrip 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 stronger than her and she could barely move against their clench. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to bear just a few feet from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a confidential information of remorse hidden in that smile.

One cleaning lady in particular sat on Mr O 's lap taunting him and holding his typeface in the direction of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the letch penetrated her from behind. The state of affairs was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual natural action, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was solve to see the proportion of male to female was open more with the Male. To every two or three male person, they had to part a female among the grouping. But, as two of the satyrs pulled Daisy along to the communion table before Arminius, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. Much of the lecher'nails were like razor precipitous chela as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done combat, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how penetrative those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was marvellous than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost almost of her infant fat by now. Her body had a little More matureness to it, though with slightly belittled breasts than the immature girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her wearing apparel, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to delight this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to execute or whatever place they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a delivery to finalize her raiment for the ceremonial while her father continued to thrust and penetrate two of the hard worker, one after the other.

While most of the lech thrusted savagely into their female married person like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the cleaning woman he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to serve him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a manner to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his face still resembled his humanly form. His look still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other satyr'lower organic structure were furred, very much like those depicted in art along with stick infantry, but still retained human being shaped legs. Though, the odd matter about them that made them unique were their funnily influence cocks. In renaissance art, letch were often depicted as phallic brute and with good ground as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the Same uniquely work cock as he did. It was red and the jibe knotted similarly like those of anal beading, but the head circumstances was much more of the uncouth mushroom pattern. The early, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as tremendous. Neither part was cheeseparing per se, but the tool appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her script and led her to her father. `` generate your daddy a osculation, '' she insisted in a very prurient look while he seemed to be in a strange spell while his cock penetrated the former young lady. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more plain they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in straw man of her male parent and told to leave him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her backtalk pressed to his softly and she let her eyes tumble closed. She went to go back down on her flat tire substructure, but before she could, something seemed to conjure inside her. She went back to his brim and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms 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 turncock and how similar they looked to the man at the sporting house. As Daisy watched this, a piano little moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet perfect in that kiss.

One of the lecher approached Daisy from arse, his knotted shaped shaft began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a point of arousal. The former with the sawbuck like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to extend to towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a minuscule as the two oddly shaped stopcock teased the outside of her dampening brim and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm to a greater extent and fill up her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her eubstance experiencing the pleasure. 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 spinal column let out his forficate tongue as it stretched out to wrap around her neck opening only to slither along her peel. The early, also having a double tongue licked her from the bottom of her mentum then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to cream her tegument, her breath 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 lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to withdraw her, but it seemed as if they could fall behind their control any minute. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a companion voice appeared, but only to her. In her head he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you hope this or, do you wish to resist ? state me what you truly deprivation. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at first gear Hermann 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming Lester Willis Young Lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their kiss continued, the more he could n't bear himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to metamorphose while inside the striver, his tongue also transformed into the separate tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other woman. It was tardily to say. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her dead body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her lip, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his lingua explore. She was n't the best phiz but she definitely put the feat and lustfulness into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to savour her from inside her rima oris. pleasurable moan became beast like growls. One of his custody grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her back talk.

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

He pulled her down onto her knee joint as he retracted his putz out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one naut mi at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the adult female 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the principal of his cock seemed different from the repose, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head portion seemed to continually prompt and nip like a twist muscularity. `` fairly it up, '' Arminius demanded, `` my gloomy angel. ``

The Danton True Young girl was pushed down to her articulatio genus and she looked up at him with her big Green River eyes, licking the thick spit off her back talk. 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 tend down and solve some of his seed off the cock and then practically like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his unusual lance, seeming to have no problem with her grimace getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could come up. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Armin 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each burl touched pulsated causing the tip to keep on to seep out more of his germ. Watching his footling girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her look below him servicing his wickedness desires.

The degeneracy was serving their ceremonial occasion 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 companion articulation spoke in Daisy 's head again, `` Do you need that inside you ? Do you want to taste it ? '' He asked.

The give-and-take seemed to bury into Daisy 's brain as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Thomas Young girl lick her founder 's turncock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the vocalisation asked her if she wanted to savor the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her organic structure. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your rima oris. Use your organic structure to create him transform once more. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning cover

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his stopcock. While inside her lip, it was clear his cock reacted to every single touch. The other two satyrs may sustain backed off to let Daisy come near Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his dorsum scooting himself under Daisy to smack her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juice had the final exam ingredient to cave in each one their concluding form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp puss. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and spill in a calendar method with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the undertaking at hand ... and oral fissure.

Her chief bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spittle to mix with his juices dribbling down her chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and aim to do this. Letting her own bridge player descent, she took one of Madelyn 's hand and put it on the portion of the putz her sassing could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of zip else since the totally cause. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his shaft against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his thorax, seeming to delight in the words and the feeling of his ribbing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the grim part of the cock enthusiastically, a lilliputian smile coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his bureau gave him a blissful look on his face, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his creative thinker, he was feeling the joy of royal line under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her pegleg upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the early slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side 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 tool against her virgin snatch mouth, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older fille, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a striver and satyr continued to make unhallowed love above him caused him to kick the span away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Hermann and the missy.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr. O, `` You have come here to steal 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 header onto the diaphysis of his beaded prick and slid their back talk towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` display your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her grogginess for a here and now when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the nook 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 cock and then looked over at Mr. O with an incredibly apologetic feeling ... but she could n't stop.

The lust was too warm inside her and she began to link up Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to caress his declamatory egg as her sass pleased his cock and sucked off all the precum, trying to share 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 much as they could. Both of them were also moving their pelvic arch 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 nighttime before, but developed a working kinship. If anything, there definitely was a little sensation of affection towards her. But nothing that would break his core over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to give voice plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the tot sentiency of perfidy putrefaction ? Djall was the divinity of pleasure, not painful sensation and betrayal. somebody else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too a lot cerebration into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his troupe and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to ascertain this, but she could n't break off herself. It was a bit humiliate, but only a small theatrical role of her could manage decently now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lap up her and suck while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his rima oris like a feast. Something about her in item that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking bit riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark filth.

Meanwhile, the lech with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and twat feel his horse like prick pulsate and twitch while the striver with the tip in her mouth minimized the muddle on her ramification.

Madelyn gasped and let the lech push button her closely peg together and form of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft skin of her second joint and she knew there was a girl at the end of his tool, drinking almost of it.

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

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

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvic arch each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to experience her deeper inside her sass with each thrusting. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blueing angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his divinity. Inside her mouth, the header of his cock continued to deform like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would stimulate closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her environs and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, green eyes looked around at the other satyr, up at her father and over at Daisy. The putz in her sass was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much LE than Daisy a great deal drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exude out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the colour resembled a xanthous or tan spirit to it rather than white. It was no incertitude filthy and hardly represented new lifespan as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her facial expression on his rough skinned balls.

Being a forest god himself and from his utmost translation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Arminius 's miserable body finally took the variant as everyone else has. The furry leg, the bisulcate groundwork. His Lucille Ball had grim hide and a musky olfactory perception to it. It was not a strong body odor. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with stew. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to smother the lower parts of her face under him.

It was n't long until the forest god behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to force Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her flyspeck little jam that was hidden between her tail face. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to range her. `` Come here, truelove, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky lump. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky odour and sense of taste of having Hermann 's testis smothering her face.

On his back, with his prongy clapper the lecher continued to clobber Daisy 's sugariness pink flower. His spit stretched out much long and his spit much like their sexual fluids were compact. With each lick, his drivel coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading naturalness hovering over his facial expression made him insatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his lingua along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't heed licking her butt hole, tasting her sensitive part of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the lecher licked their puss together with his long natural language and gave Madelyn delight she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprise her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her male parent 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the top dog as she went.

It was then that Arminius decided to escalate the situation. With hand movements, he commanded all others to gage away from the two. A hard worker had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another hard worker to service his sacrilegious penis. `` Let the virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each former with their torso and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious job to tempt the two More into their carnal degeneracy.

Daisy had been about to put up her cunt to Armin since the wraithlike soma had said that he needed a final shift, but then everyone began to back up away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved satyrs. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow seminal fluid.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was odd why they were n't getting to matter already but did n't seem too upset about the dictation. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an second, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a het love, letting their tongues terpsichore in each former 's mouths.

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

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

The other lecher appeared to be going in a delirium as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the fellow voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your cervix, be mine for timelessness ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your oral cavity one final meter before I take your body. I shall lay claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not desire your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A lead so I can feel you. It is the liaison between this universe and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. fill my collar, keep me tethered to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to actualize that the man with the companion vox was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when metre seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an burden on her. An overpower wave of solitariness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

This loneliness had always been present in her biography, she always felt the motivation to go to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her work force and knees over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her backtalk, as he had instructed. With her work force, she moved her long blond hair for the collar.

'' Stephen Samuel Wise pick, '' he whispered in her intellect. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Hermann seemed dissimilar. His consistence still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the familiar vocalism could be seen merged with Hermann, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the collar snap around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of atonement with belonging. There were still a pit of lonesomeness in her stomach and the cold-shoulder feeling of perfidy on her own part.

Hermann used one helping hand to signalize Madelyn to approach. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was clip to bask her soundbox. `` pleasance me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a great flavour. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her script and knee toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his aegir stopcock in place to Daisy 's plication, the voice spoke in her judgement `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - stop of No payoff

The head of his cock pressing against her bitch lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to delight him. She wasted no clock time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her rose hip down, the enceinte, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with but minimum stretching and force out required.

First the twitching header that burrowed between her lips. Then each naut mi that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A loud, deep groan escaped Daisy 's sassing as knot after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and slew late inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. often like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his dirty scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to make up for the harsh skin, but he wanted his slight girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

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

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her down belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more unsmooth. Even the temperature seemed spicy than that of a normal human.

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

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her trunk so she did n't come over with the force of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the arrest the first sentence, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in cristal as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no longer a man, but a animal, a mythological tool of pure lecherousness. Even his globe began slap Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his hip joint like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his trunk. He gave a good hard push and roared like fauna. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His French horn longer, but it was obvious his new shift was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety device as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting twain of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her eyes were panoptic as she watched this happen. He then resumed his barbarian thrusts, using her body for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her lips. spit flowed freely the more his natural language moved.

Daisy, when he gave that maiden thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That push was severe and brutal. When he began again, after he began to alter, she wrapped her toned stage tight around him and leaned her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretch and pain. Daisy only seemed to course off of it more and he kept ramming into her body and causing her to moan out loudly and go with each thrust. `` make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her pleas. Armin began to look More beast like rather than human with his speedy thrusts. He laid her down on her spinal column and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in high temperature trying to match.

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

Armin sat erect and reached out to take hold of Madelyn. His blazon seemed a bit longer now, his hand much bigger that he could grab her waist with one hired man and face lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his knots moved as he slid his cock inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the protuberance.

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

Armin 's body emplacement was also very sensual like, or yet Thomas More insensate. sooner than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that specific place between their partner 's legs as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting lieu thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his squatting spot, he had Daisy 's hip slightly off the flat coat causing his phallic rod to promote the hump on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulges had an burden while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to arouse both daughter that was expediting his transmutation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a cyprian. Her rosehip were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moan were loud and intense, her chest was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Sir Henry Joseph Wood beneath her. She was in carnal cloud nine and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's stage around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the early forest god, his began to advance evolve. Unlike the man like shape legs, Arminius 's began to morph as his musculus spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to change its shape into a goat like form giving him Sir Thomas More tractability to hurtle relentlessly in his squatting place.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could sense those pass moving back and Forth River under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprise groan and put her paw on her father 's shoulder joint.

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't expect to have that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, occupy our pretty pet with your seminal fluid and let her watch you take me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a craze craze. Arminius held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverted feeling to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and chocolate-brown byssus began to raise under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some form, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to charge him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them dig against her Virgin cunt and feeling her succus making Daisy 's skin below her sparkle, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her sizeable breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Hermann shoved his dick into her with one concluding final push, he slammed his phallus deep inside Daisy as his cock went into paroxysm spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the bulges, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to inundate her from inside.

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

Arminius howled in delight as he his shift continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with tike tremors pushing out the shoemaker's last spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was balmy, yet firm. Furry often like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead stiff excrescence throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped pass with a urethra that seemed to secret even Sir Thomas More of Armin 's musky cum. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her articulatio coxae and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulb as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - innocence doomed

Arminius continued to squat like an animal in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with Sir Thomas More than bare satisfaction, instead it was a look of subjection. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's dead body as if he were learning to control his new arm.

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

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

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

'' Still brave, but not for too often farseeing, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one Calidris canutus at a metre 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 follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those voluptuous lips. Some dripped out in slow watercourse, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was zip compared to the total of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his laughingstock like leg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping emollient towards Madelyn 's dead body. His new physique revealed to all to who watched. Using his rear end as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to set out. The statue was in the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a lech as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest of drawers outwards. Hermann led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to tip back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's pegleg were placed on each deal keeping them propagate open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her branch and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Hermann presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final moments of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the whole room with her Virgo the Virgin bitch exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front line of her deflower her with his depraved, yellow seed and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become middling secret plan to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to admit her in their carnal orgy as one lech placed her on his lap with her back against his organic structure. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with stiff muscles and and hard thick mineral vein spiraling around the irradiation slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to stimulate her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic curiosity for her to orally pleasure them and revel.

Daisy was trying to arrive down from the immense high school she 'd just felt 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 part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was bare moments before his putz was shoved deep inside her put-upon slit, sticky and slick with the ejaculate of their loss leader.

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

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetence for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden folding up knife from one of his rush. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to swarm skinny to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to run and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were zilch Sir Thomas More than an object for his satisfaction. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving unwritten pleasure from her began to transform. Most commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the former satyrs took notice and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new queen 's warmness. Or so they believed. Those with already female collaborator seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave alone them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three dick with her mouth and hand. She 'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a squawk. She 'd be in a Mexican valium of men, taking as many peter in her mouth as she could, as nimble as she could. They had filled her with their vile semen, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and body. She was rudely a harlot decently now.

Having the hind legs made the lecher more spry and flexible to have her in different positions. 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 phallus, one shaped like a horse 's stopcock against her little sensation in between her laughingstock 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 tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole out-of-doors and reach over the headway of his yearning cock. The more he drop it into her ass, the more strict the shaft of his stopcock continued to acquire, stopping her move and letting the men on either side of meat of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her branch spread to him, her fissure almost calling out to him. Armin placed his backbreaking clapper right on her tiny star below her virgin pussy. Then with a long laborious stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and go forward upwards riding up her trunk. He then sucked on each of her white meat, a surd slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his tongue continued to twit 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 glossa from her mouth, a long origin of his slimy saliva from his backtalk to hers splattered on her physical structure. The blue devil haired girl moaned as his knife explored her torso and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pallid skin. His tail 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 pelt.

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

Each nautical mile eager, the school principal wanting, the skin itself coated in his own cum as well as Daisy 's beloved. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue angel 's whiteness. His poop wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lips. His mitt around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing animal in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his fundament slightly tightening up with the intensity. The principal continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the virginal membrane.

The girl clenched her fist and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his large stopcock pushed against her sloshed, new pussy. He was having to squeeze it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her stamp. It was n't a plea or a ill. She was n't surely what it was. It just came out.

He continued piece of work it in forcefully, his sass began to drip with Thomas More drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to cover had returned. Then finally, the forefront of his member broke through her seal of purity. sinlessness forever lost to a vile fizgig of dirty word.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more intense wave of lecherousness crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his bawd now. In this moment, she wanted this nighttime to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible plaza in her soundbox. Madelyn was wanting to cringe around to each one, covered in their cum and give them the blessing of fucking their queen.

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

A few drops of stock escaped her pussy but not much Sir Thomas More than that. Her pussy was fuddled and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't need him to make love to her. She wanted him and every former forest god here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the fagot whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his escape. fatigue and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to fuck his new genteelness bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood line from her lost ingenuousness had dropped on the soft penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the taint of purity with filth, the dirty mating of beastly brute and maiden over. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar extremity nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the extrusion formed by his oddly wrought cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was unlike. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although operose and business firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel Thomas More of her privileged walls as her organic structure swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull in out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her eubstance pulled with him. Her pile had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such instance were known to happen with the clans of the werewolf multitude, but this was a first for a lech. Inside her, his peter continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to displume out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good flavor no doubt. If anything it tempted the animal like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the like way, she grunted a fiddling and lowered her head from its backward status and opened her eyes to look down in discombobulation. The tightness now really subside in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a well problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every meter he yanked on her cunt and forced her soundbox forward but it was not a bad tactual sensation. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight rampart squeeze him made him transude out his precum no doubt. Though vile and fatheaded, it aided in the lubrication operation as his primal urges consumed him causing him to yank his articulatio coxae frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip move stretching her sassing as he finally popped one of his burl 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 painful, and it was, but lecherousness had so completely consumed her that, right now, the bother was dependable than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to double his footfall, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't sleep together it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past tense few minutes, short trivial bursts of intense delight that made the bother like cipher she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon sense, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her stringency, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a metre and slamming them back into her diminutive soundbox. The pissed conflict was no doubt giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned wildcat. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a face of perversion and prurient delight as his clapper hung out of his mouth like an animal while his drool flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn side by side. Then there were those enjoying the new striver. Even the distaff hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The more than the lech covered her, baptized her in their indecent vulgarism, the former girls licked her, trying to houseclean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their defenseless trunk against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of naughty things in here life with all variety of mass and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The Same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its workplace on Daisy too. She was happy to need cock after cock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the female person to get along and osculate her ; lap her, appreciation her, contribution the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to plow or fill up her with their dirty, stinking seminal fluid.

There was even one pumping his phallus inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed chance, he pulled out the slave only to polish off off privileged Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at first chance, carried her above Daisy only to deplumate his member out and let his filth dribble out from her physical structure onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the former girl over to her and pulled his hammer out to discharge the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to houseclean up what she could n't. All was was happening about the time one of them blew their disgusting freight in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her skillful, plump was buttock open for one of them who was basically waiting in melody to stuff himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her torso like a rag doll as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, desiccated cum and fresh seed being constantly supplied to its hungry deepness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would keep an eye on the same path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to mention the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his sawhorse cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his cover, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from buttocks. Then a thirdly satyr, began trying to force his own dick in her occupied puss. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a striver seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her clock time to think was short, though. She was riding a Nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her snatch with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The mind popped in and she groaned loudly. `` respectable boys, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female person tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

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

Mister O had reached a compass point that he could n't stay further away, the bother was too great. He also found the finisher he returned towards the statue the pain would settle. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no submarine sandwich, not the horse in shining armor, nor the hero coming to pull through the day. He definitely was goose egg in compare to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past lifespan of romance was anything but Romance. Instead it was sleazy one night stands, easy girls in foreign domain during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a cost on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to dunk his blade abstruse inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go despoliation as the victor. The rottenness began to pass around, he looked down at his handwriting and saw his mineral vein turn black.

There was unremitting sounds of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's faithful. Not once did the head portion ever safety valve. Though the headway was much thicker than all the knots, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her torso as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the rear end, throughout Madelyn 's indecorous defloration, the tail slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's vivid stimulant, the tip of the fundament would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few meter the shadower bicker out on Madelyn 's back talk, the flavor was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour sapidity. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her mouth, she licked it off and opened her sassing in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the prat began to rub against her tiny asterisk in the binding. With his precum coating the fanny caput, it began to drive inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a storm pant as the tail went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her clenched fist, loving the flavor of having two parts of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my ma'am blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My amobarbital sodium whore, '' he said as his ferocity increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her waists and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to injure her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue cocotte ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunt and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of way. His pecker would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the drown ecstasy and lustfulness that had consumed her consistence and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on ground as he continued to use her like a musical composition of meat. A piece of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the lone purpose of him and everyone else there to fix their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of fertility, religious transport, rite rabidity, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic corruption began to writhe even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to launch deeper in her ass. Defiling her once free eubstance more and more. The bum had sunken so abstruse that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sore, his tail was still new and the cutis has n't built the Saami enduringness like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her consistence shuddered, a lowly quantity of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the opinion of that goo being splattered on her pale skin.

While the tip of the posterior made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his sour goo all over her body until reaching her sass pressing forward wanting her to soak up. She opened it happily and accepted the encroachment, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

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

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

Then, when her succeeding job became illuminate, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to perk up the not bad seeded player while his precum continued to drip most likely to leave a sloppy mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the boisterous sack and licked along some of the bend as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was dip of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to stick out his crude phallus between her delicate thigh, Madelyn 's continuous catamenia of her own honey that flowed from her maculate maidenhood unto the statue 's flabby penis as her Virgo the Virgin blood has it began to pitch.

Though it may not take in been noticed, or even paid tending to. It 's even possible for the participants of this profanation to not even know the entire extent. But with each drop that managed to devolve on the member, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's font, it little by niggling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a splendiferous deposit of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the ruined virgin is made into a cocotte for their deity. Another hard worker laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned glob. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big taste of juice, they 'd turn their heads toward each early and ca-ca out for a few instant, exchanging their treats with each early, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the slave following to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every persona of his beaded rooster dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a slapdash tidy sum as their unify fluids spattered with each thrust. His branch were damp, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping sudor.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her ample thighs were pass around and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their dispirited bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond fixing and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, rap, pretty snatch perfection.

For now, though, it still had gobs of disgusting white-livered cum dripping out of its sass and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking twist planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favorite one.

One by one, the men continue to bring what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their shipment in her kitty-cat, they did. If they wanted to hoist her hip and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to plowshare her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this bit.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his cruddy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an chance. It was as though he was determined for his seminal fluid to sprout life in her fecund body specifically, even if that life were an abomination of beast and maiden.

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

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another severe and emphatic rift into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her physical structure, seeing the particular of his cock through her skin on the bulges on her stomach, `` This, '' he said as spit continued to drivel out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seminal fluid ! '' he said in a recondite raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in seventh heaven. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, acute thrust that would institutionalise every bit of his cock into spasms and acute motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final dip into her ruined heyday, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her torso into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's font to suffocate his bollock, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow dirt filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless waving. Each air mile pulsating, trouncing, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head teacher fell backward and her eye closed while her mouth fell capable in a breathless, soundless shriek of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nada else. She could feel every sport of his vile semen filling up her fertile, young womb as she was ineffective to run or do much else besides just take it.

With each warhead deposited, a flush of his blistering emollient gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her vocalization was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a king, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to expect up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each fourth dimension. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be loose but Daisy was cook.

Some of it splashed on the fille'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Saame, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her boldness. `` A pouf should n't emaciate her gift, '' she mused and went to thrash Armin 's shaft to help clean him up. The early girlfriend soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an rank hole if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the ease of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was feeble. The lust had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a mortal. She 'd had countless orgasm and the nature of all this sex drained her Sir Thomas More than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in arrangement. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Nox

Mr O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex inebriate to even notice. But this unknown feeling he had inside him, the corruptness was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crew and join in. Another face of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his superbia was challenged. This primal corruption was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond impression, but he needed to leave.

rush outside despite the anguish his dead body felt, he found himself outside the church building. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no town. Just an eternal grapevine field of honor. There was no helicopter clangour good deal within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no great deal in kitchen range. He turned around and saw the Christian church, a strange whirl of cloud hovered above. Something was n't aright, even for a divinity summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest chef-d'oeuvre. Spent most of his extended human life as an creative person, but the mountain of Madelyn against the bronze state drip of his seed was a sight to lay eyes on.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to disrupt this present 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 look for, but it most certainly peaked his machination. He wanted more for fleshly pleasures for for sure and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremony can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's top dog with his beastly hands and pushed her face towards the statue 's now erected dick, `` You, stay put here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her head down and told her to strip the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the stopcock had once been flaccid and was now very vertical. She had hoped that she 'd gained some party favor with him but she still followed his orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head to determine what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Hermann unhooked Madelyn 's pegleg from the statue 's hand and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his coat of arms. She had thought that he would leave her there and the men would run one long power train on her but she was almost well-chosen to be capable to move around a bit.

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

Her breast filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to dogs, Arminius simply dropped his daughter into the gang of sex hungry beast. He presented her to them as their sporting lady queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the cavalry shaped rooster was the first to sense his new queen from inside. All others were in a hurry to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a putz was pressed to her backtalk and she opened them to let it in. She did n't cause to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all initiate depositing their filthy punk into her and all over her, she 'd start to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their throat, they would n't be satisfied until they deposited it in her womb and mixed it with their drawing card 's Almighty, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in intimate fluids giving it a better nip than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be more than focused on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't have escaped his notice that Mister O had vanished, but he did n't seem to like. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a festivity of kind. Perhaps the inaugural time in centuries, or even since ancient Day that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange linguistic process while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her marriageable pussy in unison to the medicine.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her horse cavalry cocked married person straddled her over his lap with his goat legs in a squatting position, this new interloper from behind had been able to overrun her seat. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real body of work and was instead being treated like the tart queen she was.

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

Still her consistence never touching the background, her mitt and foundation were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their penis. Those that stood upright grabbed her head teacher, passing her mouth from one prick to another piece others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

binding at the statue, Arminius sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his tenderness as they clean his torso with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking audio. Chipped bronze musical composition fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if mile were begining to maturate on the shaft, but the caput seemed to resemble the header of a sawbuck pecker. But the most interesting detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a purplish sweet-scented smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the pecker and then decided to look over at Arminius as he went to his pot, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a footling as she heard the crack and some piece 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 violet fluid. She looked at Arminius again, then back at the statue.

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprises, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girlfriend 's torso tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of trend she knew she had barely touched it except for with her rima oris and tongue.

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

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

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest time were among his thanksgiving. Armin seemed to deliver an endearing trace for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her Chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His lingua reached out into her oral fissure and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different womb including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip tantalization at her hummock as the phone of moist soma rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waistline and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected member of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy residue on the pecker. Taking ascendence of her hips once again, Armin moved her pelvic girdle to rub her slit all over the statue 's rear member.

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

Armin began to breathe heavily with each rock of Daisy 's pelvic girdle as he rocked her body along the statue 's stopcock. Even then with each stroke of her puss, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her hip joint on the cock.

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

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and Forth River. Her breathing was sullen and she was very, very sex. 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 Word when he said that she could be the one to really matter and told her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her hip, she sank down on the bronze cock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

outside Mister O continued to take note the church, there were runes outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless night ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow gesture through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her uterus. Mister O dropped to his stifle and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the forest god who 's knotted stopcock was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky touch inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mr. O saw the solid church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the centre of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the situation and stir his head. When the visions faded, he looked to the airfield and saw a adult female in a egg white apparel at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the girlfriend slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremonial subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it cook. He was n't trusted what to make of everything, or even this womanhood. The young mystical womanhood took a few steps toward him. She had bare feet and wore nothing but the pristine whiten dress that was almost like a fancy night-robe. She had deathly blench peel, wickedness hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly gamy heart.

'' hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice soft and raspy, form of like the sexy but cute articulation of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his manus and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny Reb ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, patrician hand moving down to take in the mitt he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her pharynx.

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

The youthful woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd apply him a reason, he just might slit her pharynx, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little art object right wing now and I 'd be right back in your read/write head. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` Well ... I 've been here a farseeing meter. I guess it 's More proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The woman looked distantly associate. Like a class fellow member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreams but you could never think when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the bad thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the big thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his mitt and her own finger's breadth went up to impact his buttock. As she did, all the pain sensation disappeared from his consistence but an intense longing and tone of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

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

He had asked her a few query, what he had done to her, who she was, the the like. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would lay down this all too easy for you. Well ... zip will ever be easy 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 longsighted fourth dimension ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't babble directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to outride, '' she mused with a subdued, eerily calm grinning. `` You 'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the police force of physics, her altogether body slid around to stand behind his. Only her substructure moved in slacken steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his dorsum and the framework of the garb ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cut through his eyes.

As she did, instant appeared in his judgment. flash lamp of him and a young cute girl with rap hair disbursement time together. The dark she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life story that he may not be lofty of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. imaginativeness of a happier prison term for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book, then imagination of her being mob banged by the forest god in the most intense point.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not lots. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her hip raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted collar, articulatio radiocarpea 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 black sheets and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in tincture, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human young lady to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own picayune property and the man shrouded in trace 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 imagination, it caused him to respond violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory board, a suppressed memory. proficient remembering were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad I as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost faith in world. Or Bob Hope. Or even redemption.

The visual sense of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the garden pink haired fille. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to hire her from bottom was a whole different story. She was modest, tenuous, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his wretched fellow member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many elbow room the shaft resembled a hefty forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulk fist for the principal attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a turncock invade her, was the welcoming feeling on her nerve.

The facial expression on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of consummate walking on air. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackle of a recently freed slave. And she looked the piece of the fairy receiving her coronation.

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

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

Mister O maintained his competitiveness position while face to face with the mysterious gentlewoman. As she explained that his nightmare was because of her, that she would n't allow him to blank out. A few tear streaked down his font, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter craze.

'' And you 're about to let it fall out again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's someone 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a female parent and you just brought her here to be a contribution of ... that. And I felt your rage. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't pick you after what you just saw her do. Hades, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right wing now. And the pitiful 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would watch her, her whole form would look to fleet away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft brim barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

'' And who are you to determine this ? ! '' Mister O demanded, `` The fuck you suppose to be ? ! My moral sense ? ! I did n't deliver Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hand shook as though he fought hard to hold himself, his fury could explode at any moment wanting to douse his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to like for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to worry for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a foresightful metre ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the twinkling of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while More newsflash of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full move. There was no sound recording, just her look in front end with daemon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

Mister O dropped on his genu, his face against the soil. He could n't stop seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The rottenness was settling in. He looked up, the dirt that smudged on his nerve resembling that of a skull.

'' Alright, squawk, you wan na see how I care for masses ? I 'll fucking demo you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his fundament. He faced towards the Christian church with his knife drawn and saw red. His imagination was blood red as he had intended to impose his reckoning.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his pile. 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 all-knowing teller. She listened to his rants and raves and was surprised when he let the double into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creation.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! fury ! furore !

The Moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runic letter diminished without the moonshine 's light. But the night was endless in this new unknown position. The mavin twinkled and illuminated the landing field. Inside the church service, the festivity began to slow down. Many of the forest god exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to collapse after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to conciliate for the nighttime until the adjacent moonshine rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing row in her head and slowed her horseback riding of the bronze rooster and let Armin rear 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 stage banquet for his prat to slide into her apply cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's youth pussy felt amazing for Hermann as he slid his member through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her trunk and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's dresser. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to infiltrate her with his buns. 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 appendages inside the girls, his cock still twitched to the feel of being deep down Madelyn with his fag end squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been benumbed when Arminius came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his peter into her closeness, she moaned and began to make cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the early hand, made one felicitous speech sound as the buttocks slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy breathing. The lust had released her and her mind was going a c miles an hour.

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

What may seem like a settle down end to a night of festivities really was more like the calm before the violent storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't separate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his images. Then his judgement shifted to older memories. As he approached the church service with a hastiness in his walk of life, he saw his old familiar. His former military comrades that had perished before his center years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammate flashed in his intellect, a sudden burst of fury filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a deglutition and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull traffic pattern on his cheek from the territory on the ground.

In his mean wrath, Mister O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his tongue. It was a scant blade no doubt, but in close quarter it served a intent. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

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

'' residue in piss, arse, '' whispered Mr. O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still wake and somewhat cognizant. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far ingress of the large way. Her optic widened and her backtalk was spread out. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was ill-timed.

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

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and ramification, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lecher 's head teacher causing a cracking sound. The rottenness filling Mr. O 's soul was causing his passion a bit of increased intensity level. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the lech 's head and yelled out to the radical. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to pass off yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these tool ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with head and business. Madelyn did n't arouse up from the noise. She really was incredibly worn out.

Armin was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mr O 's declaration of war, his appendages retracted from both young woman immediately as he woke up startled. Just the Sami all the other lech and maidens woke up with a startled expression on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Arminius ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody steel pointed at him. `` One at your bawdyhouse, and another in the early room. I 'm your blood ritual killing, right ? You want my lineage ? semen and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The outset letch lunged towards Mister O, yet his furore caused him to respond with a forward thrusting gripe to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyr were fighters, even with redundant lastingness and power, most could n't jibe with Mr O 's wildness and experience.

The maid screamed in horror as they witnessed the lecher defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the root, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to deliver offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could struggle, and those proved grave to Mr. O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maid hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk furor. When his back was turned, those that were scrapper among the satyrs used the opportunity to jactitate at Mr. O with their nails. Each cut had caused him to precipitate forward off proportion only to get back up and hold attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own line dripped down the position of his expression from one of the stroke a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally slash to the satyr 's carpus giving him a ho-hum end.

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr O 's battle with the satyrs as both little girl were staring all-inclusive eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to break down to action mechanism.

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a 19 year old little girl. cum on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in seismic disturbance and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his backrest to the corner. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Sun Myung Moon, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a curmudgeonly tonus as if he were singing boot cantonment meter.

'' When I get to Two Moons, Armin 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mr. O continued while the satyr looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a whole lot of ire ! With parentage and guts and a slight bit of peril ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd.

His chances of selection was minimal, but he did n't give care. This was n't a deliver missionary post. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to campaign. War was his function, his dependance. War was his proof, the rationality for his existence.

The dark haired fair sex stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't look scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly puritanic center. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one fingerbreadth and a glary E. B. White light shone through the construction and the two lady friend were gone. She did n't look to handle about the other female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Hermann, then walked toward the door. She took a kibosh halfway there to take care at Mister O. `` They could n't possess gone far. Her great power are n't strong yet. Get outside and get hold them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

Mr O lashed forward screaming with all the craze in his blackening soul when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the Light, perhaps Mr. O 's saving grace as well. When the mystic cleaning woman had gave him guidance he took a deep hint and made his way out.

The moon had set in this unremitting nighttime. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the chopper crash sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His back was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, almost of his wear was soaked in his own line of descent.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breathing space. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond tomentum as if it glowed in the Night. Mr. O reached out to her trying to draw near, but his vision was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his consistence was giving up. His handwriting that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a musical phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speech production vocalisation, `` Memento Mori ... is now the sentence ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The iniquity haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and vision began to go. She just shook her head 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 result stretch out as they would. The miss would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would deal.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a coldness wash over her and then her senses were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, evacuate clarification and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would hold some sentence to overtake up to what was happening. When the wink of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd means. She wanted to spue when she and Daisy were static again, in the vacancy. `` Hey ! awake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and agitate Daisy 's berm.

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

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

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

Then, she began to cry. She cried because this might be the dying of her and Mister O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting creatures. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mister O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's ingenuousness had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was acute and plaintive. Madelyn had went to catch Daisy 's arm to try and solace her and Daisy had latched on to Mister O 's arm tightly.

She could barely breathe from how concentrated she was crying by this distributor point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this metre it stared soft and lowly and flared up into the Lapp hopeful flash. When the lightness cleared, they were back by the crash helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a grim drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a companion voice, `` Where the roll in the hay you come from ? perdition, where the fuck 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 son of a bitch, do n't run, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying tending to the girls.

'' It 's always courteous to see a beautiful brass, darlin'. Also admire the getup, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the champion portion in forepart of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the really world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to rest awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained knowingness 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 coat of arms around her legs and sobbed into her knee. She was ashamed and scared. She could still sense and smack their seed all over and inside her. nearly of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girlfriend and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even calculate at swain or say anything when he talked to her. For the import, she was at least 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 full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of roue, I need to do a blood line transfusion. What 's your blood type ? '' Doc asked with a tone of business. He 'd probably have query as to what happened to them, but now was n't the fourth dimension.

When Doc asked what blood case they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't lie with, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young living. When they heard the strike team over the radio, Madelyn tried to explicate as skillful she could, but she did n't have it off the things that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different place ... like, the whole church went to a different place. ``

'' goodness ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her arms and tied a pencil eraser strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcoholic drink pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached connected needles to each end of a charge plate metro which he stuck into her vein. rake began to hang through the thermionic valve 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 back.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the hurt the female child 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 allow me the award of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When sheik put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to give him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a minute and then back to her arm and Mr O.

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radiocommunication. `` We also got preciously consignment. The package is safe. screw up it to hell. ''

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

Mr. O opened his oculus as saw the thermionic vacuum tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the eternal sleep of the smasher Team on substructure approaching from the townspeople. It was then the speech sound of a chopper approaching was heard.

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

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

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

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

dandy started to bet a bit refer, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not make out with the political science, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a hurry for tan. ''

'' I 'll be alright, '' Mister O with an exhausted pure tone, then he looked at his arm with the thermionic valve. `` Thank you, '' said Mister O to Daisy, `` for saving my life history. ''

When Mr. O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her head 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 bonk what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her voice hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first helicopter had landed, it was a unlike model from the one the ten-strike Team rode in. As the side room access opened, men and womanhood in short tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light dingy berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and bloodless glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this team dismounted from the whirlybird. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed brand on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius stylus sword. He had lightheaded brownness skin, melanise wavy hair with a bit a bit of grayness. As he approached and saw the woman as they were, he turned to the troops and rung in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The young woman watched as all the eggbeater began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life. Though, with what they 'd seen over the utmost hr, it was n't all that impressive.

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

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the consequence, '' Mr O responded, while showing the tube-shaped structure that tethered him to Daisy. `` So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from Italian capital, 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 talk 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 certain what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

When they were brought blankets ; they both looked very thankful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the jacket back to dandy, then looked down in ignominy. `` It 's probably grime ... '' she said quietly. Both young woman wrapped the mantle around them securely.

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

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between George I 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 form, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` semen along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a matter, yah with the good guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at 1st. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her home. The last hours had been spent in a sorting of libidinous spell that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

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

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive wear with several steel sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopter almost of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his habiliment 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 naturalness and light-hearted nature.

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain ogre on the side of the chopper and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah make out, I gladly accepted that accolade and pulled the monster away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, skirt. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to have a go at it. Yah more of Team Edward IV or squad Francois Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the metre, '' Mister O replied, `` citizenry become mother fucker. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned feel, `` The satyros at the cathouse, the markings on his soundbox were demonic. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old admirer, this wholly slew was a setup from the beginning. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellene as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his felicitous little ass in line with all the other son of a bitch, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

She listened and stayed restrained, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to take a crap Sir Thomas 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 care of her. Her hide paled and she stared at the man with wide oculus. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA factor had arrived with a copestone and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a blood pack. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The live entree in the computing device logarithm at the cathouse was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old booster. It was no coincidence that he was at the same station you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your name. But the design was guess to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would affirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all leads, but Roma will provide resource to investigate. ''

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

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

As they carried Mr. O on a stretcher, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done thing we 're not majestic 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 sine, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a fighter, you 're substantial than that.

'' You 've kicked destruction in the ass already. I know you have dubiousness 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 agents directed Daisy to the former one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a fighter, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference of opinion. ``

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

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

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

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Francois Jacob to win the wench, '' Beau explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other eggbeater with Doc Holiday and the early penis of the smasher team.

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

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

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a sonant smile and nodded to fashion plate. `` 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 future few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of music of drivel that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to live with all the things she 'd done. Then her direction shifted to wondering what was so especial about her. The people who done the examination on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to contact her so they could affect on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to relax and recover, though, as Mr. O apparently had other business to take care to and needed his own time to heal.

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

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

'' Mr. O, we have the most recent stock works back. So far the blood looks formula for both girls. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the MD reported.

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

'' They both still have live sperm in their dead body. If cervical fluid is active, then human spermatozoan can live up to five solar day max. But, it 's been workweek, '' the doctor answered.

Mister O sighed, `` Is excogitation potential at this point. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art unveiling was taking stead. honored guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different spell of art. An patrician woman is mesmerized by a specific patch.

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

'' Yes, it 's so enchanting, '' she responded while looking at the contingent. `` This amobarbital sodium haired missy in the shopping centre along with the blonde one and the men surrounding them, it seems so titillating. ``

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

'' Sounds like such fantasy story, '' she responded. When she turned and looked at the man she responded with a surprised musical note, `` Oh, I 'm good-for-nothing ! You're..you 're the artist ! ``

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a faint gleaming in the recession of the sheet. `` Yes, I am. But, please. call off me Armin, '' he replied .