Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A untried blonde adult female named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few weeks ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the limited purpose of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full well even though she knew it was a theory. Her life history had fallen apart and she just wanted the gamey, and to not palpate anything anymore.

When she awoke, the nanny at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best acquaintance, It felt like she was the only if someone she had left the merely 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 marrow, trying to get her cerebration 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 life, about her eubstance, her brain. Better than before, but different. She could n't excuse it.

It was late in the eve when a dark SUV rolled up future to an old church. Drug dependance rehab foretoken posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his shadow suit, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut Shirley Temple hair's-breadth combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering heavy scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my name is Mr. O,"the sharply cut back man introduced himself only to plug to Carl in the stomach causing him to lose his breathing spell. `` You do n't depend too good. How about we speak in individual ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belonging, she saw the scene going on outside the nub. She gasped and could n't help but check. For some cause she felt compelled to watch the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and come near the man, the one in the suit.

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

The early man fell to his articulatio genus and began to whimper, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! someone ... help ! call in the police ! ``

'' Okay, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mister O responded sounding in a frustrated tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a pistol, and pointed it at the man 's head, `` 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 !"Mr O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the fille ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was suspend in her shoes on the chill pavement, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heat situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knee joint and was begging the acute dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to foretell the constabulary. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to shout the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

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

Mr. O paused when he heard the daughter rustle to him. He had been so interest with the now jaw man he did n't notice the young lady approach. But, hearing the idiomatic expression, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard.

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

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

'' Hey, you gon na assist ? ``, 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 phrasal idiom and who she was here. `` I, um ..., '' she mumbled not really sure as shooting how to answer.

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

As she was trying to respond, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to come out winning. He then asked if she was going to help and something about Illuminati code words. She seemed even more unconnected for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and nictation. `` I ... I do n't recognise. 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 early man. She was not all that large though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the early man with Daisy 's helper. `` In the old Clarence Day of my organization, it was code to figure secret catacombs under particular towns undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient computer code. ``

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

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

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

Then the computer screen filled with various book, police records, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of tie-up to any secluded society, cabal, or shadow organization. Have a proficient day. ''

Daisy stared at the computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to bang everything about the berth, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few fourth dimension, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the I from the most Holocene epoch o.d. incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a soft giggle when it seemed charge up about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the cover submerged back into the dashboard.

'' okey, so your gens is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, shadow Spectrum division. You can say we enquire and operate outside the kingdom of convention by societal standards. But what 's your write up ? You some sort of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel Falls

He pulled into the drive of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was nothing out of the average. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulations.

'' There 's a missy missing, and this is her house. Daisy, feel, you probably have no idea what the ass is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the room access. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front threshold is unbolted, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this dickhead interior ? ``

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

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

'' Her epithet is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the class portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage young woman with dyed blue hair, a real cute smiling and a daughter future doorway type of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrayal as Mister O explained the post in more point. She was so youthful and beautiful. Daisy hoped the little girl was okay, then had a thought process and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photograph. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

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

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

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from small-arm to pick. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to assure once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a second and then back to the art. Running her finger's breadth over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't acknowledge how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some substance to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you hump if the runes have any link to, like, particular occult arts ritual ? ``

"rune 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 improve explain the nature of the rituals being intended, '' Mister O explained.

He then walked over to the calculator in the keep 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, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few months ago while driving abode from piece of work during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mr. O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all password restricted political platform which he brought up an email from the missy 's father :

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explain Sir Thomas More, `` This electronic mail came in less than a hebdomad ago. Soon person at this IP name and address began searching the deep web looking up various occult arts websites. Not the cheesy black letter fashion stuff, I 'm talking hooey under the eyes of Venezia. And then three days ago her admirer reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police book regarding the man, `` He 's a recognise pandar. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girl barely able-bodied to hold open their tuition monetary value. 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. zero he was saying made the office any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's female parent was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The email from the father made her abdomen spell. It seemed ... off. thing were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a helping hand through her blond hair.

'' This unanimous matter makes me crazy, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The girl is with her founding father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this stemma up with the lookup 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 forte than a enquiry to him.

Suddenly the man in the cellar woke up. He began banging on the threshold, `` Help ! Let me out ! '' Mr. O looked annoyed by the screaming. He then sighed in foiling, `` okeh, Daisy, I know this trial by ordeal might be too a great deal for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the information out of him. You can lead or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the doorway and attacked the man as he entered and closed the room access behind him.

Daisy took a trench breath when he said that he was going to go scramble the information out of the man and she nodded. `` OK, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly quiet given the situation. She walked to the front end door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigarettes from her sack and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from interior. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging audio could be heard. The commotion was enough to cause the nighest neighbors to peak out the windows.

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

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

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

'' We got a wind, '' Mr O said to Daisy as he straightened out his habiliment. `` You will to do some undercover ? There 's a sporting house in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't opine 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 mortal

moment began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the metropolis. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no average street ponce, he mostly deals with occult radical. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Andrew Johnson to pitch her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en path to erase his retentiveness,"Mr. O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the sporting house is a meet up point to exchange the girl for money with the fad. But, here 's the matter, based on the family portraits and the sept pictures, we assume Madelyn has a inviolable adhesion with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you intend the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the situation with the cult and the procurer, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a piddling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a cast tactile sensation about it. To me, the signaling compass point to something bad. I do n't think 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, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car radio and the place performing was that of the word. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Nobel Peace Prize recipient, Sebastian ideal to precede the new cultivating island off the slide of Kalaallit Nunaat, just compass north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the apotheosis option for this new Colony, '' the radio reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the program. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll pretend to be soul 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 find some have a go at it answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Daisy started thinking of elbow room to hit 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 hired man and ruffled up her hair some and few small daub in her war paint and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a competitiveness and had teary eye recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a vast muckle but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a doubled take. The look 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 kick downstairs matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for purpose in life sentence.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll overstep. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign of the zodiac notifying their entrance into Little Republic of Albania, a community of interests of Albanian immigrants looking for a best life. But, within the community of interests also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the community to hide out their shadower work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a lodge of some sort. It has no name, just a youth hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

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

Mr O circled around the block a few time before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a brace blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the edifice freight and offload rider.

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

Mr O then instructed Daisy, `` keep an eye on my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the edifice is a safety. He was sitting in the same spot since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the division. `` I can be a pretty near actor, '' she said with a piffling grin and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really take care the rough handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her face and let him scuff her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd turn her consistence and try to drive against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and baffle sigh and tell him to let her go.

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

Inside more homeless looking strayer stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit doors were open, inside the spate of girl appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to serve onetime men.

One room in picky had a female child that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three elder valet de chambre inside had shut the door.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noise as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving begrime look to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few minute. The old men who looked homeless person made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor missy and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the young lady who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the 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-colored, adult female, to which I act the lightheaded goat, '' he said to the people in the agency. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mr. O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a arcminute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the vertebral column of the business office chewing on his food while he talked with a heavy emphasis, `` Okay, up stairs. third gear floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is Virgo the Virgin like missy with drab hairsbreadth. 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 trusted hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the power. As they made it to the step, he whispered in her ear, `` Stay calm, I wo n't let them put you to work. But someone knows something. ``

But the guy did mention 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.

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

Around his body were a duet of female ramification, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the site, Mr. 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 Edward Young fille and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

automobile horn began to emerge from his forehead and strange markings began to radiate 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 ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not significant, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each step his kick thumped on the wooden flooring, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this public. Through Djall, I plant his seeded player into rich consistency like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the bulwark, `` Because of the benediction Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiate urge to plant his germ. '' As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the former touching her pot where the womb is located, `` I can finger it ... Djall 's issue will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his aspect closer to hers, his teeth were like fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animate being, then a hanker solidus with his spit licked her from her neck opening then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... unsufferable ! Your sort has n't been on this earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to strip down her. Something about her scent and taste caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you imply ? I 'm just a person ! Fucking let me go ! '' She yelled and tried to squeeze him again. She wanted to ask him who Djall was but wanted him away from her more. And then gunshot erupted on the tush floor, men were yelling throughout the hallways. When she heard gunfire, 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 second joint. Though the gunshot almost seemed interminable, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to tease her.

With a tone of insatiable lust in the horned man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two lunar month when my kin flora Djall 's seminal fluid into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall avail usher his formula over this new territory. ''

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

He zipped down his trouser as his vile Phallus, a grotesque version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy wine like colouring material with odd chassis like that of a series of slub and stud piercing along the shaft. Her trouser now halfway down her thighs along with her panties and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not get word them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

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

'' So if I do n't protest and give your Almighty offspring, I 'll have a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a restrained vocalization. `` 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 release of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course of study, but somewhere inscrutable 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 glossa escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a serpent. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her unwrap pelt. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the paries.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an beast to breed the fertile trunk ! ! '' With that he moved his articulatio coxae trying rub his unusual cock against her, angling it upwards to office it to infiltrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her mitt to the paries and scolded her. `` wellspring you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to look at him. Her tidings were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her pussy again, causing her to gasp in a much different way.

But just as he was so disquiet, the door flare-up 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 guessing rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

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

Along with Daisy, Mister O loose fired on him. The fastball were effective against him, though being increased in power it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a formula human being.

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

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

Daisy winced with the 1st few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the privy and cleaned the now-dry seed from the early girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to wake up and helped her frock.

'' I do n't have it away who you are, sweetheart, but if you have mortal to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a morning after lozenge and tell them what happened or as a lot as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor fille. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls tomentum and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the bureau, glad the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the office. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's possible they 're carrying fry of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to help them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's business firm until we have more detail. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. wellspring ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable jest. He explained the situation and how they had access coming to care for the missy and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the family, 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 articulated lorry surprises whole tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would rally him here, his following are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of younker and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement runes. A way to name her body open of his acceptance. But, two Moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two night. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to assure Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes More sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more storm they 're here on US soil, abstention is not really a strong American language custom these day, '' Mister O continued.

The blond 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 write up and wife tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a small laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a eggbeater hovered over the street while big vanguard pulled in. From the helicopter, men and women in tactical geartrain fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the van, many in dark courting arrived.

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

'' CIA tail Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of mass in the dark wooing with scrap boots. `` I was capable to name in for service 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 strange to her. The cleaning lady said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to accord and she followed him back to the hand truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a long time ,'I do n't jazz 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 hump. Do you experience anything outside of the average ? Example, a buzzing in your idea, or second lot like imagination, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't see it out now, it 'll have to hold off until we find Madelyn, we 're already three days behind. ''

Daisy shook her brain a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't conceive so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything dissimilar she might have felt both in her life and just in the final stage few twenty-four hour period. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of grade. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

Hours earlier, in an undisclosed location, a minuscule abandon town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torch in their hand as they circle around what was once a church building that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the Holy Writ of a man in care. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the Town through the window. He appeared in his forty and had gray fuzz. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, dark dressed yoke of men with one others in the driver seat and another riding scattergun. She looked tired and turn over. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in days. No one would utter to her and state her what was going on, where she was going, who they were. All they 'd say was that she was of import.

She 'd been taken from her evacuate crime syndicate home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor young lady forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to uncase naked and be examined multiple time. She 'd only been fed gross, common cold food and given piddle to drink. Now she was dressed in the apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute doll and tartan blouse with knee-hi wind cone and flats to gibe. Her hair was messed up and her composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in front of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the side door. Though the two men in the van looked pattern, those that stood in cloak and cowl 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. often like the man in the brothel, they all had French horn coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their heading while continuing to tone.

Madelyn had heard masses talk about Djall for the past few daytime but none of them would separate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hood, the teen 's eye widened and she could n't help oneself but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, rasping voice. A voice male child had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue saint, '' said the man inside the church building. The man who married her mother when she was a little child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to babble out about, my dark holy man. You have no idea how special you are, '' said the man.

She was so flurry as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even more picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the guidance of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` dada ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her middle and she did n't be intimate what to intend or do.

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

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

'' I 've been sitting for hours in a halter van with four strangers. I 'd rather stomach, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously blur and frightened and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many interrogative sentence, sweetheart, but there are matter you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my completely living and I 've been alive a prospicient time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a undivided mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could find it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to look out you grow. But what you have to sympathise is that my life sentence 's intent was to ascertain the true watercraft for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teen. The many bookman I had taught in my college learning graphics classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your first class of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you recall how I showed you my nontextual matter ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runic letter, I knew I had to take them home and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to will suddenly, because I needed to let our brother know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to show you a new worldly concern, '' he insisted.

He was saying matter that did n't stool sense to her. It sounded like he register it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so unconnected and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was shake her capitulum and fight the tear building up in her heart.

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

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

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

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

He looked at her soundbox and took it in. Her Lester Willis Young trope, the youth in her face as well as her teenage elan of wearing apparel. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something unlike. She was to a greater extent than just the nineteen year old girlfriend he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be operose for you to understand, but I need you to listen. I 've been animated for a farsighted meter, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat destruction Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italian Republic 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 unusual statute made of bronze sitting at the communion table of the church building.

The statue depicted a lecher sitting down. His soundbox leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the sides. Another interesting detail was that of the lecher 's phallus depicted as flaccid which is rare as they 've always been depicted as extremely priapic beast.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her dresser and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some crappy sci-fi flick or Lovecraft story. It was foreign to get a line him talk like this. He was usually so logical and saucy and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

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

'' They ca n't bring back mom, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't work on that easily. Something will go incorrectly. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a recondite breathing space, `` Please secern me this is all some kind of joke ! ''

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

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

'' Daddy, postponement ! 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 forbid her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to finger her body with their hands. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall come to life ! ''

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

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

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an candid mouth when her father began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her dead body, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no foresighted fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even utter. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present time, Mr O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red lightness began to honk in the centre console. Mister O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Saame LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the concealment was a blonde womanhood that began to lecture with a European accent, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

Mr. O seemed a bit surprise by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional existence, those types do n't normally cross over. The dickhead worshiped Djall, is Djall that right ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was man born and then transformed to a forest god, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have cause to believe Djall is the same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellenic language as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious cristal. ``

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

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

"Alright, observe 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 heavy smoker by any means. The camp in her bag had been there for weeks. But with all the events of today, she could n't help it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it reek 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 char and then at Mr O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to go along up. When the call was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

Mr. O had finished his briefing with Gretchen when the SUV pulled into Madelyn 's house. As they arrived a few U-Haul style motortruck were parked along the curb bit. 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 cracking help, but you are a civilian and not a take aim shamus. I 'm sure enough you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the lech implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in refer if you should determine to find answers to those questions. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any terminus you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the figurehead room access without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty lots what she anticipated, the blond pursed her back talk and shook her head.

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

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

Then the unknown entity began flooding her idea with the whole church building as if she were there. She began to count around and see all the things going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a letch completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid 1920s. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hip to pleasure him. There were plenty of girls there seeking to have massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from pic as the father. She made her way close and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would touch their fingers in the John Cage to touch her organic structure. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young young woman, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would precede them there.

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

The further away from the Christian church, the stranger the townspeople seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A nigrify raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a lot of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused melanise dope 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 reverberance and winced.

Within the black skunk, a man in iniquity and torn wearable emerged. The grass seemed to emanate from him, but his fountainhead was covered in a bootleg bag while wielding two crude looking blade. He approached Daisy with his oral sex down and Echo of indistinct whisper continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the sonority got louder, she covered her spike and recoil away from him before a pair of sprouted wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose phonation spoke gently and pierced through the echo as his wings embraced her.

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

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

'' Hey, '' she called out after him. `` I, uh ... call up 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 mixed-up, `` What ? '' he asked as the situation surprised him. `` What did you see ? '' he asked.

It was n't that he did n't trust her, he knew well enough to know that there were early forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the study long enough to know dependable than to sack a confidential information, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to make for on the English of safe and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

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

Inside, the house was filled with private detective in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics investigation of the house. 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 heed to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how meddlesome the minuscule family home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more hoi polloi here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their paraphernalia. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mr. O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different gear, rather than the case the others wore, they all each had on fixture clothing such as denim pants or cargo with t-shirts along with black 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 exceptional was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking single had scruff and beards with short-change pilus, this other gentlemen had prospicient fuzz tied into a ponytail. And rather than artillery, he was armed with assorted throwing daggers and a scrap blades.

'' Well, O, gladiolus yah can link up us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent mark. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to recognise her `` fountainhead hello, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just prognosticate me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand shot. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with sick skin.

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 suffer you. ``

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the forgetful one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medick. Nate `` One Time '' Helen Hunt Jackson, J-Rod, and mortarboard. 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 collect her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a grim situation, maybe a church. But not a formula one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda hooey to each other, all together. Then I saw a blueing haired miss, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the midsection of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a shuttlecock 's eye view of what I think was grapevine fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grapeshot field of study ? '' Mr. O thought. `` delay, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of fertility, spiritual Adam, ritual madness, and wine-coloured making. A hedonistic god. It would make mother wit if they chose a place near the harvest of wine, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into denim and a T-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the elision of young man continued to look on the map.

Beau being his normal ego tried to cause light source of a sober berth, `` Well, cher, I would n't shout out myself dangerous. But, I do like to sting, '' he said as his smiling revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the cognitive operation 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 wait at him and then gasped a fiddling as he revealed his fang.

'' okeh, fop, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pouch of his singlet, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vineyard. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two moon Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, darkness, and sexual, '' she said and ran a hand through her hair. `` The town looks abruptly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a Cage, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two moon vineyard ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in depraved human action, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

'' fountainhead, dame, what is that ? '' said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven plumage stuck on her foundation. ``

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

Mister O and the eternal sleep looked at each former for a second, `` We need to affect 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 death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, disaster, terrorist attack. ''

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

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

Daisy looked between Doc and Mister O as they spoke and nodded a lilliputian bit. `` That makes sense, '' she said quietly and ran another hand through her hair. She did n't secernate them about the man who met her in the void and whatever saved her from the affair that tried to pop her. That seemed someways personal and like something that was here alone to recollect and wonder about. She might ask about it at a belated time, but for now, it was her memory.

Chapter 6 - pitch blackness Raven Down

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

'' We got a fix on Two Moons vineyard, '' said Mister O, `` Only job is, we have several towns that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to help us identify which Ithiel Town looks familiar spirit to you. ''

Beau however sat there sharpening each of his vane, `` Do n't ya worry 'bout a thing, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that cute lil arse of yours. ''

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

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

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

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

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

outside of the truck in an undefended field, two helicopter with spinning sword awaited them to control panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One time, '' and Hawk boarded one whirlybird while Doc holiday, fop, and Mister O headed towards the former. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to drive the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The helicopters although dreary bluing seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and upstanding in gloss. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in answer to what beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to sound off her out after all this happened, and go on about her biography. She 'd try to get a convention job, avoid her old friends and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the eye of some weird shit surrounded by men with violation rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc Holiday sat on the sharpness on paired ends of the helicopter with their gas pedal pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each other over the loudly propeller disturbance as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vinery should be about 15 minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to plan as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right fix, we 'll pass water our attack. It 'll be a hot dip, '' Big Papi was instructing before thing got tacit. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

Then from Mr. O and Daisy 's vista, gun muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's helicopter. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the engine caught on fire. The blond gasped when she saw the split second from the other eggbeater.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her question was soon answered and there were more authoritative affair as the other whirlybird caught on ardor and started to go down.

'' O, we have a phantasm wraith on table, '' Big Papi reported while gun fervor continued in the ground, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and voiceless landing place.

Then all of the sudden a deal of ravens flew along side of the chopper, first Doc holiday unfold fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side of meat to side. The Ravens poofed into blackness skunk and appeared as a man with primitive sword in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the fauna appeared in their helicopter and she did n't live what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

Doc holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the slope of the helicopter slashing away at the engines. dude unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the eggbeater grabbing the wight taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc Holiday as the eggbeater began to spin out of mastery. Daisy was phrenetic when they said their helicopter was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't make love what else to do.

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

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

In the thick of the chaos, he saw her face and in that instant sentence felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to count her persona for the brothel which caught his tending, perhaps a gumption of attractive feature he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something Creator in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the cover of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her brace for the impending crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing space hung on her chest and she closed her eyes pie-eyed and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She was n't certainly what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mr. O to recall the next few transactions. But the whirlybird had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct clangour but still birl around and slide across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at richly speed.

It felt as if graveness slipped away from around them as her metrical foot stopped touching the metal level. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the soil, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would find themselves somewhat condom on the ground, far from the crash. She 'd never screw 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 whirlybird clangoring situation was a good mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a mystery.

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

'' take up them both, '' Madelyn 's sire ordered the forest god that had snuck up on Mr O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is finish. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to embroil them both towards the church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - moderate Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first trivial while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking head. Since then though, they had done nonstop intimate acts and sullen rituals in front of her and it seemed to have some impression on the Pres Young girl. Her Church Father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more teachable, more placidity, more stoic. The previous night, after the two starter had been brought in, some of the women in the cultus took her from her cage, stripped her of her apparel and manus bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatize that she could do nothing but accept her luck or some violence was slowly taking over her and causing her to hope the cause she had been brought here to fill out. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the intellection long enough to envision out what was going on in her own wit. However, the thought of her founder using her for such rite still made her want to break into tears.

After the bath, the womanhood had drawn a few symbols in different places along her sonsie soundbox. She did n't know them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the coop and made to see More sexual rite, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremonial occasion would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mr. O. She had n't been knocked out by the impingement but by some force she did n't live and she 'd gone into a rich, dark sopor 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 rest. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very piteous state from the impingement and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mister O did n't cognize how farseeing he was out, but another splash of moth-eaten water was thrown on his fount giving him a shock to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some time, it was sunset in the following day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

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

Mr O laughed and then clap rip, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your net name is hammering. And here you are trying to summon a low charge per unit deity so fucking nameless we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to instruct to a greater extent about him. ''

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

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming father of the class with that position, '' 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 vernal moon shined over.

'' Let us commence the pleasure and soon the Virgo the Virgin will be offered up for all to enjoy ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the debauchery continued between the satyrs and maidens, wine was served by distaff cultists appearing to be pleasure slaves for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the put-on 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 unruffled as she watched the tantrum when the man woke up, then heard her father introduce the beginning of the ceremony. A ado of butterflies filled her belly when the striver approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the coop, they did n't deliver to drag her. After a here and now of reluctance, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her manus and help her stride down from the platform that the cage was one. The new char was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a in effect job of fighting the itch to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main effect, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the cleaning woman Trespasser, she will now link in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urge with two of the female person slaves.

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

One woman in especial sat on Mr O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the instruction of the altar. `` You 'll get to catch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the lecher penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the letch got engaged in sexual bodily function, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was elucidate to see the ratio of male to females was enlighten more with the male. To every two or three males, they had to part a female among the group. But, as two of the lech pulled Daisy along to the Lord's table before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. very much of the forest god'nails were like razor tart 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 fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was grandiloquent than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more than maturity to it, though with slightly diminished breasts than the younger little girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever undertaking they were trying to action or whatever berth they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with see jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, ankle bracelet, and finally a legal transfer to finalize her array for the ceremony while her Church Father continued to lunge and sink in two of the striver, one after the other.

While most of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female spouse like feral brute, Armin stood there breathing hard while the fair sex he had been pleasuring him moving their soundbox to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a style to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his face still resembled his humanly chassis. His look still familiar to Madelyn as her forefather.

The former satyrs'lower body were furred, a great deal like those depicted in art along with split substructure, but still retained homo shaped pegleg. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their queerly mould putz. In Renaissance art, satyr were often depicted as phallic creatures and with goodness grounds as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the Sami uniquely shaped tool as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beadwork, but the head component was much more of the common mushroom shape. The other, his stopcock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither office was skinny per se, but the shaft appeared to extend more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the fair sex servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` Give your daddy a candy kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious musical note while he seemed to be in a unusual trance while his turncock penetrated the other female child. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his translation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in presence of her father and told to give him a kiss. She looked a petty hesitant for a consequence but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eye drop closed. She went to go back down on her flat metrical foot, but before she could, something seemed to call down inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her blazonry wrap around his neck opening.

As Madelyn was brought over to her don, 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 organic structure nearly touching hers. She could see their cocks and how similar they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a soft petty moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet pure in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from tail end, his knotted shaped hammer began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the house of ill repute had. It seemed each knot had a peak of stimulant. The other with the knight like mould cock erected upwards as if it tried to progress to towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her rightfulness on the strawman twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a piffling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening mouth and her button. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm more and close her optic as her skin flushed a slight bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the centre of receiving oral exam sex, though not quite as intense.

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

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

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at first Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming immature lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their osculation continued, the to a greater extent he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the hard worker with his seeded player. As he did so, not only did he stay to translate while inside the hard worker, his spit also transformed into the fork-like knife the others had.

She knew when he came into the former charwoman. It was easy to tell. Madelyn did n't terminate the kiss, breathing out through her pry and bringing her body closer to his. When his clapper transformed and went into her lip, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the undecomposed kisser but she definitely put the effort and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her oral fissure. gratifying moan became beast like growling. One of his workforce grabbed her by her neck opening as he pulled his tongue from her rima oris.

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

He pulled her down onto her knee as he retracted his shaft out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping phone with each knot that escaped the cleaning woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his prick seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom configuration, the head portion seemed to continually go and twitch like a turn musculus. `` sporty it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue angel. ``

The young little girl was pushed down to her stifle and she looked up at him with her big gullible eyes, licking the thickheaded saliva off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

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

With each lick, Arminius 's peter seemed to react to Madelyn as each burl touched pulsated causing the tip to keep on to ooze out More of his seed. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her human face below him servicing his iniquity desires.

The depravity was serving their observance quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to affect the others as the Department of Energy became more vivid. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar part spoke in Daisy 's head again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you need to taste it ? '' He asked.

The words seemed to pass into Daisy 's creative thinker as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the Whitney Young girl lick her father 's turncock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to try out the dick, she moaned out brassy 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 letch touching her, licking, tasting her body. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your oral cavity. Use your dead body to make him translate once More. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Hermann roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her sass, it was clear his cock reacted to every single tactile sensation. The other two letch may deliver backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the mathematical group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to try her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and downslope in a calendar method of birth control with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at paw ... and backtalk.

Her read/write head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own spit to mix with his juices dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slacken her down. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's work force and put it on the portion of the dick her sassing could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the knight cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to hump not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nothing else since the unanimous drive. first gear your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the letch put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her oculus when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his thorax, seeming to revel in the Christian Bible and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eye and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower part of the dick enthusiastically, a little 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 former cleaned under to fellate on the tip of the turncock rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to herd around Armin and his two favourite.

The forest god enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her eubstance against his breast gave him a blissful facial expression on his human face, a perverse look of atonement even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted god. He then pulled her peg upwards taking her off her human knee having her sit on his lap. While the early slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his peter while she stroked the putz while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's Virgo the Virgin scratch.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lecher put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the shaft against her virgin pussy mouth, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's tool and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the older girlfriend, obviously experienced, suck her Father-God 's cock.

As more lech approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal line, kissing and licking her foot. These frightening tool of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` earmark me to pleasure you, our holy watercraft ! '' they begged. The early satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their contact and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and forest god continued to produce unholy have sex above him caused him to recoil the twosome away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two letch took him and dragged him to the communion table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

'' intruder, '' Armin said to Mr. O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my vessel. But here you are, and now your fan kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's head teacher onto the shaft of his beaded cock and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your lover where your commitment lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The luxuria was too strong inside her and she began to connect Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own paw back up and began to fondle his big globe as her backtalk pleased his beam of light 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 lots as they could. Both of them were also moving their rosehip with each various action going on between their legs.

Mr O was forced to watch, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not fan. They had met the night before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a thin sense of affection towards her. But nix that would break his nerve over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to word design 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 depravity, but the added sense of betrayal putrefaction ? Djall was the immortal of pleasure, not painful sensation and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too a good deal opinion into her kinship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not very much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to look on this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a low parting of her could care justly now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his mouth like a fiesta. Something about her in specific that kept causing him to break inside the slave riding him. The other striver took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of glum soil.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her stage when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thighs and pussy finger his Equus caballus like hammer pulsate and vellication while the hard worker with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the lecher push her tight leg together and sort of roll in the hay her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, indulgent skin of her thighs and she knew there was a miss at the end of his cock, drinking nigh of it.

Hermann enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his hammer, he eventually pushed his peter towards Madelyn 's sass wanting her to pack him her sassing. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other lecher 's lap while her back talk wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's head underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the letch 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spittle all over her mouth and chin. She took her Fatherhood into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's psyche movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's leg, loving the taste and smell of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvis each time Madelyn bobbed her headland forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouthpiece with each thrust. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue-blooded angel. She was now another handmaiden pleasuring him in service to his god. Inside her mouth, the drumhead of his tool continued to flex like a muscularity. It was as though it was bore to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would bear closed them while doing something like this, but she was too cognizant of her surround and enjoying all of this too a good deal to do so. Her big, wide, dark-green eyes looked around at the other satyr, up at her Father of the Church and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouthpiece was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy often drooled even more as the rooster rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out out. Though it was thick and wretched, much salty than a human. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no dubiousness filthy and hardly represented new living as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her look on his rough skinned balls.

Being a forest god himself and from his lastly transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Hermann 's lower body finally took the class as everyone else has. The furry branch, the stick infantry. His egg had dark skin and a musky spirit to it. It was not a strong body odor. Instead, it was more like the feel of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his orchis continued to surround the down in the mouth 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 attract Madelyn finisher to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in hopes to lap up them both. Yet another lech approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her lilliputian little hollow that was hidden between her derriere face. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` come here, truelove, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky bollock. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky scent and taste of having Hermann 's ball smothering her face.

On his back, with his forked lingua the letch continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His tongue stretched out much long and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were duncical. With each lap, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fleet innocence hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one foresighted throw of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't take care licking her butt end gob, tasting her sensible parts of her endearing tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the forest god licked their kitty together with his recollective tongue and gave Madelyn joy she 'd of never imagined before this. The early satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to mind. She just kept working on her Father-God 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the top dog as she went.

It was then that Hermann decided to step up the situation. With hand movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another striver to serve his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the squealer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious job to charm the two more than into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her twat to Armin since the shadowy figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a band of depraved lecher. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with spit and specks of yellow seeded player.

They were told to pleasure each former and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was singular why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to crap out fiercely, wrapping their munition around each other and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongues dancing in each other 's oral fissure.

They 'd move from that every few moments and clean the cum off the former 's face and then go back to their buss. Their peg shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to labour furiously. Their moans and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this sensual dance, showing her young partner the Mexican valium of being with another woman.

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

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar vocalisation now spoke through Arminius, `` Do you need this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your mouth one last clip before I take your body. I shall lay claim you as mine. ``

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

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

It took her a moment to bring in that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when sentence seemed to block off and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an force on her. An overcome wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to leave behind her alone.

This solitariness had always been nowadays in her life, she always felt the need to belong to somebody or something. It 's why habituation found her so easily. It gave her a temp liberation from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and human knee over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his shaft into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her hired man, she moved her yearn blonde fuzz for the collar.

'' Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her head. Then there it was, the speech sound of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed dissimilar. His trunk still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique Energy Department about him. The man with the intimate interpreter could be seen merged with Arminius, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

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

She felt him lift her up and it was a great feeling. Madelyn saw him mobilise her and she followed Daisy 's representative and crawled on her hands and stifle toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Arminius held his bore stopcock in position to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No counter

The principal of his peter pressing against her puss sassing made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her kitty-cat was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the enceinte, thick, knotted pecker slid easily into her with simply minimum stretch and force required.

First the twitching mind that burrowed between her sassing. Then each international nautical mile that seemed to pulsate with each entry. A tawdry, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after international nautical mile and inch after column inch penetrated her and slide abstruse inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged late inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's headspring between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her nerve against his lousy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to seduce up for the jumpy skin, but he wanted his little 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 of study, there was n't very much force required, but she liked it. She took in the olfactory perception of his musk, the exertion that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the fierce hide. She had to catch her breath 3when she could but she did n't look to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a protrusion had formed on her miserable belly from the hump of each grayback. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam dance her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a rule human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the protrusion and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that cryptical into her cunt. She thought she was going to bear to do all the oeuvre, which was mulct, but there was a seeable excitement on her face when he began to extract her fit eubstance up and slam it back down. The shape of his turncock made it slightly dreadful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvic girdle to attend to him, then put her hands on his shoulder joint to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the force of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first time, but when the caput of his pecker penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her soundbox was brought up and down.

It did n't acquire long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no longer a man, but a beast, a fabulous creature of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his rose hip like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a secure hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the prominence from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to uprise slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new translation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safeguard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting couplet of lust-filled person. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his wolf thrusting, using her body for his pleasance. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake in the grass and slithered around on her sassing. Saliva flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that number one thrust into her, spread her stage wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure delight. That push was hard and brutal. When he began again, after he began to change, she wrapped her toned legs loaded around him and leaned her psyche back, her weapon wrapping around his neck.

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

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look to a greater extent beast like rather than human with his rapid poking. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in estrus trying to couple.

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

Hermann sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much with child that he could seize her waistline with one hand and cosmetic surgery her. Still inside Daisy, the series of jut from his international nautical mile 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 swelling.

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 bulges on Daisy 's belly began to rub against Madelyn 's womanhood. He thrusted even more violently feeling Madelyn 's twat through Daisy 's body.

Armin 's torso position was also very animal like, or yet Sir Thomas More inhuman. Rather than thrusting while on his human knee as most would in that picky view between their partner 's wooden leg as she lay on her back, Hermann was in a crouch location thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to fight the protuberance on her belly out more. It was because of this placement that the bulges had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin ivory. It was this combination of being able to arouse both fille that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a whore. Her rose hip were raised, her legs were disperse and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and intense, her thorax was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's leg around his body as he transformed, his stage although already furry like the other lecher, his began to boost evolve. Unlike the human like shaped wooden leg, Arminius 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's wooden leg. His legs continued to change its embodiment into a Goat like physique giving him more flexibility to squeeze relentlessly in his scrunch situation.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those mountain pass moving back and forth under her pussycat. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her work force on her begetter 's berm.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a deranged frenzy. Hermann held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's trunk as he continued mating with Daisy. His typeface had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the recollective a grayish and brown byssus began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some variety, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the shot continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to transmit him into a frenzy. She was grinding her articulatio coxae intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them drudge against her virgin twat and feeling her juice making Daisy 's peel below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hand came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample chest and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest of drawers into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their compliments. Arminius shoved his stopcock into her with one last final examination push, he slammed his genus Phallus cryptic inside Daisy as his cock went into fit spewing his filthy come inside her. Even through the bulges, his putz twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most acute climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's prick as his dirty, yellow seeded player began to flood her uterus and flood around from around the prick to make a hell of a smelly, sticky mess between their wooden leg.

Arminius howled in joy as he his transformation continued. Then while his genus Phallus remained inside with shaver shudder pushing out the concluding spurts of his xanthous cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet business firm. Furry a good deal like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Hermann had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much hide. It was n't knotted like his shaft, but instead set bumps throughout the reveal cutis and at the tip, a mushroom cloud shaped heading with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this natural event and grinned widely and stopped grinding her rose hip and moved her mitt down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing lightbulb as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, dad, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new extremity and gasped. It only took her a present moment to grin and fancy out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her rima oris, looking at him, her handwriting still massaging his cock under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to squat like an beast in his newly formed hind peg. He continued to smile in delight with to a greater extent than bare satisfaction, instead it was a spirit of conquest. His shadower continued to slide around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

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

Regaining a bit of his calm, possibly the calm before the violent storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be succeeding, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the guardian Angel broken like his fan has ? '' he taunted.

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much longer, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his member one Calidris canutus at a prison term from Daisy. Each gnarl that popped out, a gush of his filthy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming hummock.

Daisy moaned as each of his knot popped out of her, leaving a flush of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum dripped from those luscious mouth. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey yap, and it was nothing compared to the total of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

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

Armin presented her to the ceremonial as she lay there in her final here and now of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the whole room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to delight it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her ruin her with his depraved, yellow germ and sealed her situation as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become reasonable game to the rest of the others. They did not waver to include her in their animal orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his consistency. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and hard midst mineral vein spiraling around the shaft of light slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to get her saltation on his lap, two others approached with their phallic queerness for her to orally pleasure them and delight.

Daisy was trying to arrive down from the Brobdingnagian high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to actuate and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was simple bit before his cock was shoved deep inside her used cunt, glutinous and sleek with the seeded player of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her nous forward, she took one in her mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her handwriting 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 substantial room at the Same time.

Mr O knew the satyr had one big flaw, their appetency 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 fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to stream secretive to the statue, Mister O had used the chance to bunk and slip away undetected from their beguilement.

The satyr using Daisy to bound on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an aim for his gratification. The more intense her torso pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving unwritten delight from her began to transubstantiate. Most commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the other lecher took card and wanted her dead body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new tabby 's fondness. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to go on them occupied only to leave behind them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd ride mortal until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her backtalk and hand. She 'd get knack over a chair or something and fucked like a squawk. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as nimble as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her face and soundbox. She was rudely a whore properly now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs more agile and pliable to suffer her in unlike positions. One had Daisy straddling over his peg 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 member, one shaped like a horse 's peter against her little star in between her butt boldness.

'' 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 stiff ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her SOB undetermined and stretchability over the head of his yearning rooster. The more he sunk it into her ass, the to a greater extent unbending the spear of his cock continued to acquire, stopping her movement and letting the men on either slope of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes 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 stopcock inside her. Then, her center settled on her don and she gave him that same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open up to him, her chap almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue right wing on her midget superstar below her virgin pussy. Then with a yearn lowering diagonal, his spit rode up her on the folds tasting her hillock and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breast, a hard slobbering sucking on each one leaving a slimed mess. Then his natural language continued to taunt up some to a greater extent until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a long note of his slimy spittle from his mouth to hers splattered on her torso. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her consistency and smirked as the spittle string fell against her blench skin. His fundament rose up, now with more controller it seemed like it began to lube itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her peel.

His own grotesque member which had violated so many of the female striver, his sinful rod of sensual temptation that caused Daisy to betray her new found supporter to service him for his pleasure now erected before the lady friend that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eager, the capitulum wanting, the peel itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue sky saint 's innocence. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck opening with the tip rubbing along her lips. His manpower around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size of it compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as born. He began pulling her consistence towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensiveness. The oral sex continued to force its way into her bead tearing through her virtue, the maidenhead.

The girl clenched her fist and moaned with the tail wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscular tissue tended as his large hammer pushed against her tight, Danton True Young pussy. He was having to coerce it in, even with how slopped her cunt was. `` papa ! '' she cried out as he began to promote against her SEAL. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't surely what it was. It just came out.

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

When the seal broke, an even darker, Thomas More vivid wave of luxuria crashed over her. She was their tabby now. She was his prostitute now. In this second, she wanted this night to net forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their peter in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to cower 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 knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in backbreaking than before. He was not making love to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new dirty whore.

A few drops of blood escaped her kitty-cat but not much 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 desire him to pee erotic love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to bonk her like the animals they were, like the female monarch whore she was.

Mr. O had been working on his safety valve. Fatigue and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to get laid his new breeding cunt of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood line from her lost innocence had dropped on the soft penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A profane act of putrefaction, the contamination of purity with filth, the unclean mating of beastly creatures and maiden. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the gibbosity formed by his oddly form dick on her eubstance. But, unlike the prominence he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The mi did n't simply quiver, instead the shaft of light itself, although arduous and house, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more than of her intimate wall as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, inanimate voice. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her war cry of joy were no less enthusiastic. Her phonation was a fiddling hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and rasping voice made it voiceless to fancy 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 articulatio coxae back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her trunk pulled with him. Her pile had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such suit were known to happen with the kindred of the wolfman packs, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his peter continued to writhe even more on its own each time he attempted to deplume out, but still found himself stick inside her. It was a good tactual sensation no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her body the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward attitude and opened her eyes to expect down in confusion. The concentration now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his dick out of her ... a good job to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her snatch and forced her torso forward but it was not a bad tactual sensation. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight walls squeeze him made him seep out his precum no doubt. Though vile and chummy, it aided in the lubrication process as his primaeval urge consumed him causing him to hitch his rose hip frantically trying to perpetrate one knot out. He continued his hip movements stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly sore, and it was, but lustfulness had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't be intimate it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few minutes, shortsighted piffling volley of acute joy that made the painfulness like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a genuine climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her denseness, the more he fucked her like a cunt in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a prison term and slamming them back into her tiny body. The miserly battle was no question giving him atonement to the former-man turned wildcat. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a looking at of perversion and lustful pleasure as his clapper hung out of his mouth like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more than the letch covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other girls licked her, trying to strip her. Some kissed her, rubbed their bare eubstance against her.

Daisy was in Heaven. She 'd done tidy sum of naughty things in here life with all variety of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same luxuria that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was glad to withdraw cock after hammer in every hole they wanted, live with all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely plash onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the females to come up and osculate her ; lick her, preference her, share the cocks with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted naught more than to deal or fill her with their dirty, stinking seminal fluid.

There was even one pumping his appendage inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's jam showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to fetch up off within Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at first opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull up his phallus out and let his smut drip mold out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky pick into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the former daughter over to her and pulled his cock out to unblock the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, licking and sucking all that she could out of her and trying to strip up what she could n't. All was was happening about the metre one of them blew their disgusting cargo in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her courteous, plump was nerve open for one of them who was basically waiting in phone line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag skirt as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellow, dehydrated cum and fresh seminal fluid being constantly supplied to its hungry profoundness and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same way that her rima oris and pussy had. Not to mention the dried cum that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her backtalk, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiate cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse turncock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from buns. Then a one-third satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her busy pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the psyche in, a slave seemed eagre to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were fauna, each filling her up trying to flush out the old load with their own.

Her time to think was short circuit, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from rear and fucking her tight piffling ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` nookie, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and aid. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, plowshare that snatch, '' she cooed and smirked. As the former female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now percentage that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the meter menses. She did n't get laid if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could clear you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the mo and makes you feel like there can be null else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these idea. If she made it out of this berth, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't continue further away, the annoyance was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the hurting would subside. But there was toll, he also felt a swarthiness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was aught in comparability to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark tally.

Even his past lifespan of romance was anything but Romance. Instead it was cheap one night stands, leisurely girls in foreign lands during naval embrasure sojourn, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a darkness path, but this was dissimilar.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was unlike, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his vane abstruse inside each and every lecher he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the master. The subversion began to overspread, he looked down at his helping hand and saw his veins turn black.

There was constant sounds of popping as Armin 's air mile forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the question portion ever escape. Though the principal was much duncical than all the knots, there were times from his speedy hip thrusting he 'd jerk her body as the foreland was caught in her niggardness.

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

Then there was the shadower, throughout Madelyn 's uncomely defloration, the prat slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the tail would almost sprinkle out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tail spat out on Madelyn 's back talk, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour feeling. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some succus on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in eccentric that was what he wanted.

The behind then ventured under her trunk, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her tiny genius in the back. With his precum coating the butt question, it began to press inward her midget asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to press in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fist, loving the feeling of having two parts of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue fancy woman, '' he said as his furiousness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting attitude. His hands grabbing her waistline and slamming her physical structure into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to hurt her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue cocotte ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal error of style. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the sweep over Adam and lust that had consumed her trunk and soul by this head. So, instead ; it felt like the best matter on land as he continued to use her like a spell of substance. A art object of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the fillet of sole role of him and everyone else there to wedge their sick, yellow cum into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever epithet you chose to give him. The deity of fertility, religious raptus, rite madness, these puppet worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his priapic corruption began to twist even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to engross deeper in her ass. Defiling her once guiltless organic structure Sir Thomas More and more. The rear had sunken so mystifying that even the parting with fur had made its way inside.

It was medium, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the like durability like his cock has. He had to draw in it out from her ass. As his tail retracted her soundbox shuddered, a small amount of his cum squirted out from her arse. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her wan hide.

While the tip of the derriere made its way towards her backtalk, it continued to spit to a greater extent of his sour goo all over her body until reaching her brim pressing forward wanting her to suck. She opened it happily and accepted the intrusion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

'' Look ! He 's about to occupy the Virgo the Virgin with his ejaculate ! '' One satyr pointed out. The crowd swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Arminius and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the number one section of the ceremony was about to be fill in and it barely registered as she had just gotten two wads of nasty cum flooded into her bitch, one in her ass and one all over her dorsum as she had reached back to stroke a prissy big peter that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her succeeding job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her font under Armin, demanding her to suck up on his balls to stimulate the great seminal fluid while his precum continued to dribble most likely to forget a sloppy mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the crude sack and licked along some of the crinkle as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first-class honours degree it was drop-off of rakehell that fell. Then as Armin continued to acquit his crude genus Phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own dearest that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's soft penis as her Virgin blood has it began to tilt.

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

Underneath, as she pleasured Hermann, ensuring a glorious deposition of possibly their new God into their vessel, the deflower virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another striver laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned Lucille Ball. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd wrick their read/write head toward each early and make up out for a few moments, 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 consequence earlier, and the striver following to her as well was driving him into maniacal state. Every section of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy mess as their flux fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were damp, even his Ball were moist and glistened in dripping elbow grease.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her ample thighs were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their lower bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and physical exercise would likely get it back to its formula, pink, pretty pussycat idol.

For now, though, it still had slews of disgusting chickenhearted cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet juices. Each taking crook planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to underprice their warhead in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to percentage her gob, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this moment.

One in detail 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 seeded player to sprout animation in her fertile body specifically, even if that lifespan were an abomination of beast and maiden over.

Arminius was close, he slowed his thrusting front significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each shock more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the ripe way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the cum of the eternal sleep of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing gust. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another tough and forceful falling out into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the item of his cock through her peel on the bulges on her stomach, `` This, '' he said as spittle continued to drool out like the filthy creature he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to worm and writhe as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final dip into her ruined flower, every gnarl as well as the nous began to spasm violently. He howled in animal bliss. He pulled her dead body into him with his tail wrapping around her trunk while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to catch both Daisy 's and the maid 's human face to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting icteric filthiness filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless undulation. Each knot pulsating, whipping, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the air mile. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her heart closed while her mouth fell unresolved in a breathless, silent thigh-slapper of thoroughgoing carnal joy. It felt like nothing else. She could experience every mutation of his vile come filling up her fertile, offspring womb as she was unable to affect or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to decelerate down equanimity, he pulled his vile member out. As like the others and now with his slight girl, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the forefront liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her articulation was almost gone. `` I feel ... terminated ... I feel like ... a king, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to look up about the clock time he started to force out. With each pop of his stopcock exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each fourth dimension. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was set.

Some of it splashed on the young lady'faces but before too a great deal 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 Lapplander, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her aspect. `` A fagot should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to clobber Arminius 's cock to help make clean him up. The early female child soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an out-and-out mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Guest while we witness the balance of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lust had consumed her consistency physically, much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had myriad coming and the nature of all this sex drained her to a greater extent than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt Godhead. She smiled down at the previous girl and nodded in agreement. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the dark as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the putrescence was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, saltation in the gang and articulation in. Another slope of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was covetous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This 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.

Rushing outside despite the agony his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the Ithiel Town ? There was no Ithiel Town. Just an interminable grape study. There was no helicopter wreck sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange whirlpool of swarm hovered above. Something was n't right hand, even for a deity evocation.

Armin marveled at his belated masterpiece. Spent to the highest degree of his run homo life as an artist, but the pot of Madelyn against the bronze state drippage of his seed was a peck to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's pass with his beastly script and pushed her grimace towards the statue 's now put up cock, `` You, stay here and revere Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

He turned and took every female slave one by one ordering each of them to expect 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 clean the bronze dick of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the stopcock had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his parliamentary law and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouthpiece, turning her mind to check what was happening by the Lord's table. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

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

Her bureau filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a small-arm of pith fed to dogs, Arminius simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex thirsty beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her body fell into the waiting crew and she was quite happy that the men caught her. From the minute they caught her, not once did any part of her eubstance even touch the ground.It seems like a break up second before one of them had managed to get between her ramification and was now inside her.

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped cock was the first base to find his new queen from interior. All others were in a hurry to push their stopcock against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any piece of work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her ardent oral fissure.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy spunk into her and all over her, she 'd bulge 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 desegregate it with their leader 's Jehovah, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite expectant, 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 focussed on the statue than his own daughter. It most likely would n't ingest escaped his observation that Mr O had vanished, but he did n't seem to care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a solemnisation of variety. Perhaps the initiative time in centuries, or even since ancient mean solar day that he ritual had been completed. The letch adored Madelyn, but their warmness was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange lyric while the letch fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile kitty in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her Equus caballus cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat leg in a scrunch up position, this new intruder from behind had been able-bodied to intrude on her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the sporting lady tabby she was.

When the two forest god found heir method of making it so two of them could have got her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in forepart had her pie-eyed pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first genuine prick inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for residue and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the ground, her hired hand and substructure were grabbed by others using her limb to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her psyche, passing her sass from one cock to another patch others poured wine down their cock into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His striver kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his consistency with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze piece of music fell from the arm onto Daisy 's headspring. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if knot were begining to grow on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the headspring of a sawhorse putz. But the most interesting detail, a purple liquidity seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

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

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

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

She looked at it for a moment skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her lip and taking a bit of it into her mouth. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. afters 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 Saame divinity the ancient Hellene worshipped as Dionysus which wine-coloured and grape vine harvesting were among his blessings. Armin seemed to take an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a minuscule bit when Armin 's deal came up to her chin and her body sort of just moved smoothly with his deal 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 tongue reached out into her back talk and tasted the wine-colored. It was sweet, almost perfect. The gustatory perception alone rejuvenated his verve. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different wombs including her own. But now his Phallus reached out to her, the tip ribbing at her mound as the audio of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

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

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the observance. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her dude with some sort of superbia. He moved her hip joint against he erect tan peter and she moaned lowly and relaxed her physical structure. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to breathe heavily with each tilt of Daisy 's hip as he rocked her physical structure along the statue 's stopcock. Even then with each chance event of her pussy, he could palpate it on his own tool. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't answer, but continued rocking her rosehip on the cock.

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

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

outside Mr. O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their freshness was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonlight 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 down gesture through the eye of the satyr that fucked her uterus. Mr. O dropped to his knee and rubbed his heart and then saw through the oculus of the lecher who 's knotted prick was baffle inside her nates.

He could feel all the particular, her easygoing cheeks squeezing his beaded shaft, that slickness and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the situation and shake his head word. When the visions faded, he looked to the theater and saw a womanhood in a bloodless garb at a space staring at him.

Mr. O approached the girl slowly, the painfulness he felt from the ceremonial subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his tongue and kept it cook. He was n't sure enough what to make of everything, or even this woman. The young mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare invertebrate foot and wore null but the pristine white dress that was almost like a fondness gown. She had deadly pale peel, disconsolate hair, especially in comparison to her cutis, and pale, ghostly gamy eyes.

'' howdy, Johnny, '' she said, her vocalism easy and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his deal and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to jab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle hired hand moving down to take the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to take for against her throat.

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

The young adult female before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd break him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cunning when you play bully guy. You could cut me into a million little piece right hand now and I 'd be right back in your heading. 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 long time. I guess it 's more proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a house extremity you see in picture. Or a alien you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dream but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the rack up thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst matter you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his hand and her own fingers went up to affect his impertinence. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his organic structure but an intense longing and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

Yet the more he looked at her, the more it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite home it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more confused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up affair to a lot of citizenry, but lady, I have no theme who you are. '' But why was she so associate he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the piece of tail are you ? ``

He had asked her a few interrogation, what he had done to her, who she was, the corresponding. `` No, I do n't recall so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would take this all too wanton for you. Well ... nothing will ever be gentle 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 foresighted time ago. You just could n't see me and I could n't speak directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a soft, eerily tranquillise smiling. `` You 'll figure it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't suffer to obey the laws of cathartic, her completely body slid around to place upright behind his. Only her groundwork moved in tardily whole step. Her cool bosom were pressed up against his cover and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven malarkey of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cross his center.

As she did, flashgun appeared in his mind. twinkling of him and a young cute young woman with knock hairsbreadth spending clip together. The nighttime she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his lifespan that he may not be majestic of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's prick or being filled by Armin. imaginativeness of a happy fourth dimension for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a Word of God, then visions of her being ring banged by the satyr in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired little girl again. She was a bit older than the finally time he saw her but not practically. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her pelvic girdle raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted dog collar, wrist and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly opulent jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of white and total darkness sail and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a rooster that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on Earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own piddling dimension and the man shrouded in phantasma could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hand fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to respond violently. The garden pink haired miss was an old retentivity, a suppressed computer memory. skilful memories were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad unity as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the dark Mister O lost faith in human race. Or Hope. Or even redemption.

The vision of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a good deal as it did with the pink haired young woman. But seeing her as she was with her articulatio coxae raised and the baleful person about to ingest her from behind was a whole unlike news report. She was small, tenuous, a finespun flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many class, with his vile member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many shipway the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the heading attached with wrist like juncture. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a peter invade her, was the receive look on her face.

The look on her typeface was not a ascertain facial expression or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. genuine felicity. The look a lover might give going to bed with their mate. And then when he defiled her, it was a looking at of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the untied shackle of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her coronation.

After it was done, Mister O turned around facing the mystifying adult female while roaring with furor. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a fight back stance, `` The fuck was that about ? ! '' he continued to squall with his knife drawn towards her.

Mister O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't respond at all. The girl only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker brightness level. `` That was Sadie, you remember her gens, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few 60 minutes ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your intellect playing tricks on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could stimulate saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't deserve to bury, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mister O maintained his competitiveness stance while boldness to human face with the deep lady. As she explained that his nightmare was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few binge streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the sceptre of thoroughgoing furor.

'' And you 're about to let it happen again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's mortal 's daughter. She has a son. Did you know that ? She 's a mother and you just brought her here to be a part of ... that. And I felt your passion. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't pick you after what you just saw her do. Hell, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are right now. And the hapless 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would check her, her all form would seem to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his eubstance. Her cold fingertips brought his Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft sassing barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his heart and then was gone.

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

His manpower shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could explode at any moment wanting to absorb his blade into the female child. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for mass. He bellowed a warcry hollering.

'' Do I think back how to care for mass ? '' he responded in a flavor as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more flashes of her human face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full apparent movement. There was no audio, just her look in front with fiend mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her headmaster to enjoy her.

Mister O dropped on his knees, his face against the soil. He could n't check seeing what he saw. It was triggering him Thomas More and more. The degeneracy was settling in. He looked up, the grime that smudged on his face resembling that of a skull.

'' Alright, bitch, you wan na see how I care for mass ? I 'll fucking evince you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his feet. He faced towards the Christian church with his knife drawn and saw red. His visual modality was blood red as he had intended to impose his counting.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his deal. She was n't gone from his judgment, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and Red Army Faction and was surprised when he let the images into his read/write 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 picture her his wrath. `` dedicate in. ``

Chapter 11 - fad ! furore ! Rage !

The lunation began to set, the gleaming of the evocation runes diminished without the moon 's lighting. But the nighttime was eternal in this new foreign place. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to crock up after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle down for the night until the next moon rose.

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

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

When Arminius had helped her down feather from the statue, many of the lech were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the striver as `` cock warmers '' keeping their crude phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's tool heater as the other satyrs dared not use her for that job, at to the lowest degree not the first dark of her new place.

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young cunt felt amazing for Armin as he slid his phallus through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat vertical with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's dresser. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to penetrate her with his bum. Soon his own stage and his weapon system embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been gone when Hermann came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to progress to cute little sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one happy strait as the poop slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds former than those of heavy breathing. The lustfulness had released her and her mind was going a hundred nautical mile an time of day.

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

What may look like a calm end to a night of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't finish thinking about it. He also could n't severalize that it was his own mind feeding into him with his range. Then his mind shifted to older remembering. As he approached the Christian church with a haste in his walk, he saw his old comrades. His sometime military brother that had perished before his eyes twelvemonth before his tie with the CIA.

When each case of his one-time mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of rage filled his individual. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mr O had followed him as he looked to suffice himself vino. As the satyr took a deglutition and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull pattern on his aspect from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mr. O smothered the lecher 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a abruptly leaf blade no doubt, but in closing quarters it served a function. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to sense the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his middle wide open in shock. As he lost his foothold, Mr. O wanted his net mess to be the look of the man who defeated him. The lech 's eyes filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' Rest in piss, arsehole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still arouse and somewhat aware. She was the world-class to see Mister O as he came into the far entering of the large room. Her eye widened and her oral fissure was clear. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could smell his fad. Something was faulty.

As Mister O came into the primary field where the all the lech and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mystifying ghostly fair sex standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the upright bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would come.

Some of the lecher had young woman wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stamp on the lech 's head causing a crack sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increase forte. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his motility and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he suppose he could take on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with head and concerns. Madelyn did n't awaken up from the stochasticity. She really was incredibly bear out.

Arminius was vocalise asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his appendages retracted from both lady friend immediately as he woke up startle. Just the Lapplander all the other satyrs and maidens woke up with a galvanize look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody sword pointed at him. `` One at your house of prostitution, and another in the other way. I 'm your ancestry forfeit, right ? You want my blood ? Come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the second loud tumultuous disturbance and felt Armin 's shaft 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 know.

The offset satyr lunged towards Mister O, yet his furor caused him to react with a forward thrusting bang to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no sentence in attacking the others in ken. It was clear up not all the satyrs were fighters, even with extra strength and power, about could n't match with Mr O 's vehemence and experience.

The maiden screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyrs defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the starting time, many of the maidens had learn to have a go at it these beastly animal that were once men. They with whom they offered their eubstance to bear offspring now watched this lunatic beat them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mr. O, and they were the letch that gave the maid hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk rage. When his back was turned, those that were fighter among the satyrs used the opportunity to convulse at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off equaliser only to get back up and proceed 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 dame that could only be seen by his eyes.

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mr O yelled as his own stock dripped down the slope of his boldness from one of the virgule a lech inflicted. And then with that, and finally welt to the lecher 's wrist joint giving him a slowly end.

It was then Mr. O found himself in the corner and swarmed and overwhelmed by the legion. `` I must contain you both to safety ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's subdivision. The maidens 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 fight with the satyrs as both missy were staring full eyed. Hermann told them that he needed to get them to rubber and Daisy seemed to rupture to action.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Hermann as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her 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 nineteen year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his dorsum to the recession. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff note as if he were singing rush camp cadency.

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

His prospect of survival was minimal, but he did n't manage. This was n't a rescue commission. Not necessarily a suicide mission either, instead he just wanted to push. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the reason for his beingness.

The dark haired cleaning lady stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly dingy eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's frontal bone with one finger and a blinding egg white light shone through the edifice and the two girls were gone. She did n't appear to care about the former female.

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

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the furor in his blackening soul when the Light Within illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the inscrutable cleaning lady had gave him counsel he took a oceanic abyss breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no house of the whirlybird crash sight therefore there were no strike squad coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his origin pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his torso began to hitch. His back was covered with undercut. Even his articulatio humeri bled out, nearly of his wear was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the speech sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blond hair, her promising blond pilus as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his imaginativeness was fading. He was losing too much line too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His paw that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` souvenir MORI. '' As his imaginativeness was turning pitch-dark, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking interpreter, `` Memento Mori ... is now the metre ? '' And then he fell to his knee joint.

The dark haired adult female could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and imaginativeness began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't recognize if he was going to throw it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let event unfold as they would. The girl would birth to calculate it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

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 iniquity, hollow glade and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clank.

Madelyn would take some time to view up to what was happening. When the flare of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd mode. She wanted to regorge when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and agitate Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take tenacious to stir up her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the lech, she could guess straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely breathe from how hard she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared flaccid and small and flared up into the Same bright news bulletin. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed chopper. The spark was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

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

After they switched back to the real man or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able-bodied to stay awake. She was storm that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overpower emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't for sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the land and wrapped her arm around her leg and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. virtually of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both young lady and their womb were still flooded with it.

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

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood transfusion. What 's your roue eccentric ? '' Doc asked with a musical note of fear. He 'd probably give enquiry as to what happened to them, but now was n't the sentence.

When Doc asked what origin type they were, Daisy managed to get the answer out. `` O- '' she said between sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't have sex, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the strike team over the radiocommunication, Madelyn tried to explain as scoop she could, but she did n't do it the affair that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different topographic point ... like, the whole church went to a dissimilar billet. ``

'' soundly ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to do the mineral vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needle to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her nervure. stock began to flow through the metro towards the early end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` hang in there, you stubborn son of a squawk, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the rachis.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his endeavour to flatter had failed despite the psychic trauma the young lady had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both female child with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please countenance me the honour of preserving ya reserve, '' he said while ensuring their organic structure were covered.

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

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radiocommunication. `` We also got precious cargo. The software program is safe. Blow it to hell. ''

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

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

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her oral sex and sniffled, wiping her oculus. `` 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 martyrdom is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his binoculars.

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

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

swain started to calculate a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better rush up and not deal with the political science, the sun gon na originate in about an hr and I ai n't in a haste for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his life, Daisy shook her capitulum some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't know what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm drab ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't bed 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 dissimilar poser from the one the work stoppage team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and cleaning lady in unhorse tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on easy blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white boxing glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European military.

Then the loss leader of this police squad dismounted from the chopper. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his shank, an old ancient Roman gladius style sword. He had spark Robert Brown skin, black crinkled hair with a bit a bit of Charles Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troop and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blanket, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The fille watched as all the helicopters began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last hours, it was n't all that impressive.

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

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

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

When they were brought cover ; they both looked very thankful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the jacket back to gallant, then looked down in pity. `` It 's probably dirty ... '' she said quietly. Both miss wrapped the blankets around them securely.

'' Ya can go along it, darlin, '' gallant offered.

Daisy had smiled at dude 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 attention turned towards Madelyn, `` cum along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the right guy now. ''

Madelyn was disbelieving at initiative. She 'd been through so lots since she was taken from her dwelling. The last hours had been spent in a variety of lascivious trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't know this man but these the great unwashed seemed to be here to aid and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to obligate on to Beau. Her body was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

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

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a sure monster on the side of the eggbeater and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah bed, I gladly accepted that honour and pulled the monster away, '' said beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na ingest to forgive me, skirt. I seemed to have lost my manners. The epithet is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me gallant. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of team Edward or team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the bagnio, the scoring on his torso were infernal. Old friend, be measured, the satyros are only pawn, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old supporter, this whole sight was a frame-up from the beginning. There was a business deal made with the satyros and mortal else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the antediluvian Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the ancient Greek as Draco which means snake. ''

'' Typical, of course there 's always another whoreson up the solid food chain, '' Mr. O responded.

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

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

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

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

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

CIA agent had arrived with a capstone and More medical equipment. They began replacing the ancestry blood transfusion tube with a line inner circle. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The death entry in the computer logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junky, the pandar that you beat up, old admirer. It was no conjunction that he was at the same space you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am sorry, but I do not recognize your name. But the excogitation was suppose to be that you surrender her to the house of ill repute. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost ascendency of himself which changed everything. Either way, old admirer. Signora, we do not make out where this all pencil lead, but Rome will provide imagination to inquire. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your mass have used ... bomb. 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 bane than blessing, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his team while more CIA factor arrived to escort Daisy.

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

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been section of a plan ? So now not only had she been turned into some savage'whore, she was now a cat's-paw for some former force play that she did n't even cognise 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 radical started to dissever, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to see what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his write up with intent. She was felicitous for this. It was keeping her intellect off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People visit me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those Word of God came out when I was same ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward Antony Richard Louis, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the dolly, '' fellow explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other chopper with Doc Holiday and the other penis of the tap squad.

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

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

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

epilogue

Over the next few weeks, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few twenty-four hour period of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a part of garbage 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 special about her. The masses who done the mental testing on her had n't told her and she did n't do it what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr O to touch her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some meter for her to unstrain and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had early business to attend to and needed his own clock time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mr. O and swain a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feel show about how discombobulate and pit and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The people who had rescued them assured her that they would restrain her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her nursing home and normal life.

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

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

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

'' They both still have go sperm in their body. If cervical fluid is active voice, then human being sperm can exist up to five days max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

Mr O sighed, `` Is conception potential at this point. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking situation. prestigious client from around the state gathered and marveled a the different man of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a particular piece.

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

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

'' Ah, yes, and that in the vertebral column sitting with his hands up is the ancient Hellene God, Dionysus. He 's saying if you offer yourself to him, he shall return you everlasting sprightliness, '' he replied.

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

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a swoon lambency in the corner of the canvas. `` Yes, I am. But, please. call in me Armin, '' he replied .