Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nurse at the rehab clinic told her that she would own died if it were n't for her best friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the just person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center of attention, trying to get her sentiment straight and recuperate to get better.

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

It was late in the even when a wickedness SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug dependency rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, melanise polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut fateful tomentum combed in a fauxhawk style with a seedy beard covering heavy scruff on his case.

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

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

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the midpoint. She gasped and could n't assist but ascertain. For some reason she felt compelled to watch out the tantrum, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The early man fell to his knees and began to wail, `` Please, Sir, do n't hurt me. ! Someone ... help ! holler the police ! ``

'' Okay, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mr 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 girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mr O continued.

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

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

Daisy was suspend in her spot on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very het up situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the piercing dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for person to call the police. There seemed to be a lady friend missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a tec or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her best to come along seemingly calm in manner, she took a inscrutable breath. After readying herself as best she could her metrical unit brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means lighter Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the former man with Daisy 's avail. `` In the old twenty-four hours of my organization, it was code to get into secret catacombs under specific townsfolk undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out antediluvian codification. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the whirl had attracted a crowd of hoi polloi to find out, Mister O did n't seem to manage 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 drone flying over us and I'll take hold of up to you eventually. So please salvage me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Then the computer screen filled with various records, police records, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The spokesperson 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 platter of tie-up to any secret society, cabal, or phantasma organization. sustain a good 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 know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the information processing system, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the ace from the most Recent epoch overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a indulgent giggle when it seemed excited about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' Okay, so your epithet is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr O, and I work for the CIA, darkness Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and mesh outside the kingdom of normal by societal criterion. But what 's your story ? You some variety of clairvoyant ? ``

When he introduced himself and told her that he worked for the CIA, she nodded some. `` Nice to fill you, '' she said softly. Then he asked what her level was and she ran a hand through her whisker, 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 guess so ? I do n't know what 's going on. ``

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

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

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, smell, you probably have no idea what the shtup is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the bole and opened the room access. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The front doorway is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

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

Nodding when he said to go and open the threshold, she moved out of the 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 mob home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good lodge, save for some rummaging.

'' Her epithet is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family unit portraits that hung up on the bulwark. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage little girl with dyed amobarbital sodium hairsbreadth, a real number cute smile and a lady friend following threshold type of beauty.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the kinsfolk portrait as Mister O explained the spot in to a greater extent detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the girl was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the fair sex in the exposure. `` She 's not here. Did something go on ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blond watched Mister O as he continued to pack the man towards the basement door only to open it and throw him in and locking him inside.

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

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to piece. `` 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 narrate once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a import and then back to the art. Running her finger over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a content to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult ritual ? ``

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

He then walked over to the computing device in the support way which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the household at to the lowest degree once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the mother, '' Mister O explained as he brought up an article online, `` She had been deceased as of a few calendar month ago while driving home from employment during a hit and run car accident. ''

Mister O then opened his pad of paper which seemed to go around all password restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's Padre :

Maddie,

It 's papa. I 'm in worry and I need your service. I 'm going to call you soon ! Love you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain more than, `` This electronic mail came in less than a workweek ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various occult websites. Not the cheesy Gothic manner stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venice. And then three days ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police force criminal record regarding the man, `` He 's a known procurer. Likes to deal little girl struggling out in the street, more specifically college lady friend barely capable to preserve their tutelage costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was ripe news. nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be all right or easily to chance. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girlfriend 's female parent was suddenly, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human being trafficker. The email from the father made her tum tour. It seemed ... off. things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hired man through her blonde hair.

'' This unit thing makes me nauseated, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her sire ... somehow. I do n't roll in the hay how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the hunting account ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that electronic mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breathing spell. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was to a greater extent of a thought out loud than a question to him.

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

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go beat out the information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly quieten given the situation. She walked to the presence door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of coffin nail 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 strait could be heard. The commotion was enough to cause the closest neighbors to peak out the windowpane.

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

Daisy did n't pay attention to the neighbour peeking out the window, tried not to pay attention from the sounds coming from inside the theater and smoked her coffin nail. Finally, she turned back to the room access and peeked inside, curious as to what was going to happen next.

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

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

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

instant began to pluck by as the SUV now entered the superhighway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street fancy man, he mostly deals with supernatural chemical group. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson to fork up her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't concern, I have a team en itinerary to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the cathouse is a meet up dot to interchange the missy for money with the fad. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portraiture and the house photo, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond paper with her step male parent. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the interrogative remains, do you suppose the Padre is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mr. O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explicate the office with the religious cult and the panderer, she nodded in intellect and ran a hired hand through her hair. When he asked the question, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a disgorge feeling about it. To me, the star sign point to something bad. I do n't retrieve he 's the victim, but that 's just my intuitive 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 radiocommunication and the stationed playing was that of the newsworthiness. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United country has recognized two time Alfred Nobel Peace prize recipient, Sebastian paragon to direct the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better human beings has made him the nonesuch choice for this new colony, '' the tuner reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

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

Daisy seemed quite occupy in the radio show and she could n't work out out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no approximation who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eagre to hear any news in the human beings since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

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

'' Eh ? '' She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a lilliputian smile. `` Do I look like a straiten soon-to-be working girl ? ``

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The look of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the interior, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her break dance matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his dependance. It was his validation for determination in lifespan.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sentience that I believe it 'll reach. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a mark notifying their introduction into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a in force life. But, within the biotic community also lurked a secret religious sect of cultists using the community to enshroud their shadow employment. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a youth hostel of some sort. It has no name, just a hostelry with a red ‘ D'above the room access, '' he explained.

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

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

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` be my wind and reject every now and then. The guy in the bus hitch across the street from the construction 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 toy the portion. `` I can be a pretty good player, '' she said with a trivial smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the hand truck. She did n't really listen the rough handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a large frown on her expression and let him drag her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd become her body and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and baffle sigh and secernate him to let her go.

Mr. O did n't reply verbally as she played her character as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the building, it looked rundown. Perhaps an old apartment building with vacate suite with the exception of old beds used for service.

Inside Sir Thomas More homeless looking stragglers stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's power, all the renter unit room access were open air, inside the batch of girls appearing to be in their college eld, most looking foreign were being forced to swear out Old men.

One room in particular had a girl that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby look. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a robe which she was barely removing when one of the three older valet inside had shut the threshold.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the construction. She was looking around and giving begrime looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked dazed. division of her was, but she figured it fit the office since she 'd be wanting to read in her new surroundings. She was looking in the room at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the threshold. These short girls, god only knew the matter that were being done to them.

Mr. O approached what appeared to be the building part, `` Wine, women, to which I act the silly goat, '' he said to the people in the part. `` I work for Carl Lyndon Baines Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The hoi polloi in the part sat there and looked at him for a minute of arc, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a overweight accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like girl with blue hairsbreadth. But, if not, okay she will jump fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Mr O continued the spoof 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 backbone turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his pants back up.

Around his physical structure were a distich of female peg, as he turned around he revealed a naked daughter appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit just as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the state of affairs, Mr O noticed the young girl had the man 's seminal fluid dripping from her swell up vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty Brigham Young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

Horns began to come out from his forehead and strange markings began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mister O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

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

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

'' Who I am is not crucial, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walk, with each whole step his kicking thumped on the wooden trading floor, `` What is of import is that we bring Djall into this man. Through Djall, I industrial plant his seed into rich bodies like yours. My payoff ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessing Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to plant his seed. '' As he explains his intention with one hand around her and the other touching her tummy where the uterus is located, `` I can finger it ... Djall 's materialization will acquire inside here. ''

Daisy cried out again as she was pinned to the paries 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 oneself.

He then brought his facial expression closer to hers, his tooth were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a minute and smelled daisy like an animal, then a recollective stroke with his glossa licked her from her neck then ups the incline of her face, `` You smell and taste ... impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for one C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a haste to divest her. Something about her smell and gustatory perception caused him to go into a frenzy.

Daisy grimaced a little when he smelled her and licked her neck opening and case. 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 surprised by something. The beast of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on earth in a tenacious metre.

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

The unusual amand with the saddle horn continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunfire almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't seem to manage, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a look of insatiable lust in the horn man 's face, he continued to talk, `` You resist now, but soon you shall process Djall. In two moonshine when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the Virgo by the Fatherhood, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born anew and your offspring shall aid usher his dominion over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his drawers as his vile phallus, a grotesque version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a Burgundy like colouration with odd frame like that of a series of naut mi and stud piercing along the tool. Her gasp now halfway down her second joint along with her scanty and here he was pulling his cock out of his pants. This man did n't even seem to notice the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thigh, though he did not perforate her, he savored the feel of her puss rubbing against the top of the light beam. 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-regard.

Her eyes saw his queasy pecker as it slid between her legs and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and shivery looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her thigh, raised her pelvic girdle and put her script on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and pass on your Creator issue, I 'll have a gamy chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a still voice. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few clitoris of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smiling was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few clit on her blouse, his natural language escaped his lips. It was a long skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His eye also began to shift as though they were like a Snake River as it slithered on her expose tegument. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want stimulation ? '' said the man, `` I am an beast to spawn the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to billet it to penetrate her.

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

But just as he was so distracted, the door burst open up 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 priming. The blastoff rang out as Daisy winced in surprise.

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her plight and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to check him in the English of his head with a flying knee smasher causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the drained man on the floor and fired a few barb, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the time was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

Along with Daisy, Mister O heart-to-heart fired on him. The bullets were effective against him, though being increased in ability it took more gunshot to put him down than it would a normal human being.

Stunned, the tusk man complained in incredulity with his final Logos, `` 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 deadened before enjoying some aphrodisiac time with my protagonist. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the offspring girl 's pulse, the girl that was flowing with the man 's seminal fluid. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the assholes in the office, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few shaft from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the early young woman 's vagina and thigh and then got her to awaken up and helped her attire.

'' I do n't get it on who you are, sweetie, but if you have mortal to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police force place. Somewhere dependable. Get a cockcrow after pill and tell apart them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor people girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the young woman whisker and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the gibe had ceased by now.

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

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. fountainhead ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable joke. He explained the situation and how they had admission coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` secure, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her forefather and was a Virgo the Virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two synodic month or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in U.S. ? Strange that they would come up him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of juvenility and manliness. But then that would imply the runic letter hidden in the paintings were some sort of attunement rune. A means to do her dead body open of his acceptance. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nighttime. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mr O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' Okay, this makes more sentience now. So Madelyn is a Virgo. Always a fucking Virgo with these cultists. Which is making me even more storm they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a strong American tradition these day, '' Mister O continued.

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

As they made it away, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the helicopter, men and woman in tactical power train fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the vans, many in dark suits arrived.

'' private eye O, we will convey it from here, '' said a womanhood from one of the motortruck with dark haircloth which seemed to be in mission, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA vestige Spectrum clean up work party and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden upsurge of people in the sorry causa with combat the boot. `` I was capable to call in for assist when dispshit threw me out the windowpane. ''

As the men and womanhood came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mister O seemed to concur and she followed him back to the truck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a tenacious time ,'I do n't live 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 know. Do you get anything outside of the average ? example, a buzzing in your brain, or second visual sense like visions, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are various symptoms that can divulge what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll own to await until we find Madelyn, we 're already three solar day behind. ''

Daisy shook her drumhead a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to cogitate of anything dissimilar she might have felt both in her life and just in the terminal few sidereal day. When he mentioned it having to waitress, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's significant right now. ``

Chapter 4 - syndicate reunification

hr earlier, in an unrevealed location, a small abandon town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their script as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the Christian church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the windowpane. He appeared in his forties and had gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue holy man arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a edifice full phase of the moon of scumbags and poor miss forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to acquire her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip au naturel and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed staring, cold nutrient and given weewee to drink. Now she was dressed in the apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute chick and plaid blouse with knee-high windsock and flats to match. Her hair was messed up and her constitution was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in strawman of the church, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the English door. Though the two men in the van looked formula, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their hoods and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. lots like the man in the cathouse, they all had hooter 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 head word while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the yesteryear few days but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cowling, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her delicate, grating vox. A voice son had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My profane angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a lowly minor, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to babble out about, my downhearted angel. You have no theme how limited you are, '' said the man.

She was so bewildered as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their header. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her skin got even Sir Thomas More pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a specter. Looking over in the focal point of the articulation, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pop ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mum ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the female child trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't know what to cogitate or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no doubt he had bang-up affection for the young young woman, `` come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chair.

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

'' I 've been sitting for hr in a hamper van with four alien. I 'd rather stand, '' she said and watched him. She was obviously obnubilate and scared and hurt over what had happened the last days.

Her beginner began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many interrogative sentence, sweetheart, but there are things you should get laid. I 've raised you since you were young, but the accuracy is I 've been looking for you my totally life history and I 've been alive a long time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in honey with her. She was a I female parent who was struggling because her mate abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my corking joy to view you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life 's purpose was to bump the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teen. The many students I had taught in my college learning arts classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your for the first time year of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you retrieve how I showed you my artwork ? The runic letter glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the radiance runes, 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 leave suddenly, because I needed to let our brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. grant me to usher you a new world, '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to realize, but I need you to take heed. I 've been awake for a recollective time, foresightful than well-nigh. You see, I have found a way to wander death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to United States of America in 1939 when the Italia invaded my home plate of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very significant artifact that my tribe and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a strange legislative act made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her weapons system over her bureau 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 shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was strange to take heed him talk like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually mad.

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

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

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to look agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her vigor. And then her father raised his helping hand at the others in a motion to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of sincerity and a stern tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will get clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unknown foreign language.

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

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

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

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

It was obvious they wanted her to see as her father continued while the dark walls of the church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his frontal bone as standardised marker on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide of the mark centre and an clear mouth when her father began to mature horns and glow. She had thought the former men were just gaga and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her munition were being held and there were hands all along her soundbox, touching to grope and caress or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be actual. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present clip, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center console. Mr. O then pressed a clitoris on the vehicle which caused the Same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the splashboard, in the concealment was a blonde woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' greeting, intelligence officer O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from parturition, this one in particular we believe was homo born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Same deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual lyssa, fertility, and spiritual ecstasy. ``

'' That 's strange, Dionysus was n't a deity that promoted kidnapping, harlotry, and man trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we roll in the hay anything else about where the furore might be located ? '' Mister O asked.

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

"Alright, stay fresh me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could flap down the window and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a backbreaking smoker by any means. The pack in her purse had been there for workweek. But with all the result of today, she could n't avail it. She blew smoke directly out the windowpane as to not let it reek or smoke up the fomite and then tossed the derriere when she was done, which was during the telephone set call.

She looked over at the woman and then at Mister O a few times and took in all the data, being obviously lost in all this lecture but trying to preserve up. When the telephone call was over, she stayed still, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mr O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great helper, but you are a civilian and not a direct PI. I 'm certainly you have questions that needs resolution, and we do too. Like how you knew about antediluvian cryptic code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in adjoin if you should resolve to find result to those enquiry. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her purse and watched Mr 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 condom or because the things that were going to happen were top-secret or something.

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

'' 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 former anything. She wanted to see the miss returned to refuge and wanted to have sex what the satyr meant but she did n't screw what to do. `` adieu, '' she said and waved a picayune bit.

But then something foreign happened, an unknown entity began whispering in her creative thinker, `` Open your psyche, sweetling. spread out it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church building as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the affair going on. The detail filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely raw and thrusting savagely into a young cleaning lady that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her coxa to pleasure him. There were plenty of young woman there seeking to suffer massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photos as the founding father. She made her way close-fitting and could see the womanhood orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their digit in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Brigham Young girl, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any point that would conduct them there.

Just behind the Father of the Church 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 lay waste to. But then, there was one sign that left a clew to their location. A wooden spot leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a signboard that read, `` Two Moon vineyard. ``

The encourage away from the church, the unknown the township seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A black raven suddenly landed right-hand in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a good deal of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused blackened smoke to vortex with Daisy in the eye. Her center widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to fume and whirl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dark and shoot down clothing emerged. The fastball seemed to emanate from him, but his principal was covered in a pitch-dark bag while wielding two crude oil looking blades. He approached Daisy with his head word down and sound reflection of indistinct whispering continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her auricle and recoil away from him before a distich of sprout flank surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

The closer the smoky iniquity one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his blade. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar gentle spokesperson had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. inflame 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 ... recollect how I said I just kinda knew what to say to you when we met ? I had that again about Madelyn and where she is. ``

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at employment. If anything, Mr. O has been in the landing field long enough to jazz better than to can a star, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always unspoilt to play on the English of prophylactic and at to the lowest degree confirmed the lead.

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

interior, the house was filled with sherlock in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unusual forensics investigating of the planetary house. Mister O continued into the house trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the service department.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how engaged the small sept home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more people here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their cogwheel. She also tried to ride out out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in dissimilar gearing, rather than the suit of clothes the others wore, they all each had on regular clothing such as dungaree pants or cargos with T-shirt along with blackened tactical train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer vesture. While the armed services looking ones had scruff and beards with brusk hair, this other gentlemen had longsighted hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a scrap steel.

'' wellspring, O, glad yah can link us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` Well howdy, darlin', the gens is Francis Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just send for me sheik, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with pallid skin.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the curtly one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys Ball cap is Doc vacation, our trefoil. Nate `` One clip '' Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr. O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her thoughts a bit. `` I saw a disconsolate place, maybe a Christian church. But not a rule one. It was crowded. There were hoi polloi dressed in dark wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a blueing haired girlfriend, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a hoot 's eye view of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape fields ? '' Mr. O thought. `` time lag, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fecundity, spiritual ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine making. A hedonic deity. It would progress to sensation if they chose a blank space near the harvest of wine, like near grapevine field of honor, '' he said as he began to alter out his clothes into jeans and a T-shirt with boot and tactical power train. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to look on the map.

fop being his normal ego tried to produce light of a unplayful situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself severe. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his grin revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mr O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pocket of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several potential locations with vineyard. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two lunar month Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a deal through her tomentum. `` The townspeople looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a coop, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two lunation vinery ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the earthly concern in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in pervert acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

'' well, doll, what is that ? '' said clotheshorse as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven feather stuck on her invertebrate foot. ``

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

Mister O and the relaxation looked at each other for a moment, `` We need to proceed now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of end and day of reckoning. They're usually found near hospitals, calamity, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - lightlessness raven Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't a great deal significant. A lot of the team member including Mr. O spent most of the drive lockup and loading their guns and calibrating their oscilloscope.

'' We got a fix on Two moon vinery, '' said Mr O, `` Only job is, we have several townsfolk that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll require to help us describe which town looks familiar spirit to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' Strike squad operator mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more luxuriously testosterone muscle head type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd possess to assist them figure out which town was which. `` If the others do n't wait anything like that one, it 'll be prosperous to tell, everything 's stagnant there. Like a barren, '' she explained, then gave clotheshorse a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the hand truck but she did n't heed it too much.

'' Do n't ya interest, cher, '' fashion plate said to Daisy as he dismounted the hand truck, `` I 'm not one to be tawdry ... at least not outside the bedroom. ''

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

exterior of the hand truck in an open field, two eggbeater with spinning blades awaited them to control board. Big Papi, Nate `` One Time, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc vacation, Beau, and Mr O headed towards the early. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to labor the truck also boarded the chopper with Big Papi.

The chopper although glowering blue air seemed as inglorious as the dark itself, unmarked and solid in color. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mr O and Doc holiday sat on the sharpness on contrary ends of the whirlybird with their grease-gun pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earphone on to convey with each other over the loud propeller noise as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr. O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyards should be about fifteen minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to be after as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the in good order location, we 'll prepare our approach. It 'll be a hot drop-off, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got silent. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's view, gag flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's chopper. There was continuing gunshot going on and then one of the locomotive engine caught on fire. The blonde gasped when she saw the blink of an eye from the other helicopter.

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

'' O, we have a shadow spectre on display panel, '' Big Papi reported while gun ardor continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' surely enough their helicopter was descending to ca-ca a sudden and hard landing.

Then all of the sudden a pile of ravens flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday afford fired, then Mr. O as it shifted from position to side. The Ravens poofed into blacken smoke and appeared as a man with crude blade in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their chopper and she did n't know what to do as she watched the patch buffer was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to photograph at the specter. It vanished and appeared on the side of the helicopter slashing away at the engines. swell unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his best to contain control condition of the helicopter, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the early manus saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` reserve 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 possess to start at some full stop so she had unmake her belt. She nodded quickly when he told her to hang on and not let go.

In the midst of the topsy-turvyness, he saw her face and in that minute time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to look her part for the brothel which caught his attention, perhaps a signified of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that mint of her in the out of ascendance helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the spine of her drumhead and tucked her into his berm to help her brace for the impending smash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing spell hung on her thorax and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mr. O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the adjacent few bit. But the whirlybird had crashed into the vineyards, though not a take crash but still reel around and skid across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at high school speed.

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

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

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the lech that had snuck up on Mr. O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them see our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then letch began to drag in them both towards the church to keep their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To enticement

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her foresightful journeying, and gagged because she would n't terminate shout and asking doubtfulness. Since then though, they had done nonstop flight sexual acts and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to have some event on the immature girl. Her Father of the Church had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her portion. She was more docile, more still, more stoic. The former dark, after the two fledgeling had been brought in, some of the women in the rage took her from her John Milton Cage Jr., stripped her of her dress and helping hand bathed her. She did n't push it. She almost seemed to love the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatize that she could do nothing but accept her fate or some forcefulness was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to dispatch. Even Madelyn herself could n't center on the idea long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brainiac. However, the thought of her male parent using her for such rituals still made her require to conk out into tears.

After the Bath, the cleaning woman had drawn a few symbols in different billet along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would differentiate her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch More sexual rite, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremonial would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mr. O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some effect she did n't hump and she 'd gone into a cryptic, dark eternal rest that did n't end until she awoke inside the church service. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to eternal rest. She 'd launch herself tied up and some of her apparel in a very poor nation from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mister O did n't jazz how long he was out, but another splash of cold H2O was thrown on his human face giving him a seismic disturbance to finally wake up. He 'd been out for quite some fourth dimension, it was sunset in the next day. He then also found Daisy tied up next to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's father, `` It is necessary for the descent sacrifice to watch the Virgo the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mr O laughed and then spew blood, `` Is that guess to affright me ? Your gens is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last name is hammering. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unknown we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to get wind more than about him. ''

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

Armin did n't face too pleased. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into ruefulness when I bring my God into this pitiful world, '' Hermann warned.

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming Fatherhood of the twelvemonth with that mental attitude, '' Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his skin. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new night had shrouded over the landed estate as the Danton True Young moon shined over.

'' Let us get the delight and soon the Virgo will be offered up for all to enjoy ! '' Armin announced.

Just then, the orgy continued between the forest god and maiden, wine-coloured was served by female cultists appearing to be pleasure striver for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slaves wanted to pop the question themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's coop.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her Padre introduce the outset of the ceremony. A snow flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another flavour there too. An unvoluntary one of zeal and desire. When they opened the John Cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a mo of faltering, she took a recondite breath, stood up and let them take her deal and avail her pace down from the platform that the batting cage was one. The young cleaning woman was completely naked in battlefront of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a well job of fighting the itch to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its main event, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the charwoman Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's halo, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lusty impulse with two of the female person slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Armin command for her to be involved in the rite. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a fast grip of each arm as they forced her unto the communion table. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely impress against their grasp. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to brook just a few fundament from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a speck of compunction hidden in that smile.

One woman in fussy sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his fount in the focus of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your Quaker become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The billet was definitely an awkward one for Mr O. It seemed once the satyrs got engaged in sexual bodily function, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of Male to females was clear more with the male. To every two or three males, they had to share a female among the chemical group. But, as two of the satyr pulled Daisy along to the altar before Arminius, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. a lot of the lech'nails were like razor abrupt claw as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

Daisy 's dress were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done combat, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how crisp those claws were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more slim down, especially since she 'd lost to the highest degree of her child fat by now. Her organic structure had a little Sir Thomas More adulthood to it, though with slightly small breasts than the jr. girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the char started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to achieve or whatever lieu they needed to put the accoutrement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewellery as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklet, and finally a legal transfer to finalize her regalia for the ceremony while her Father continued to thrust and infiltrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While virtually of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their female person collaborator like feral animals, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to serve him sexually. Though he grew horns, his shift has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his expression still resembled his humanly signifier. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other lecher'lower body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven substructure, but still retained man shaped ramification. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped peter. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic creatures and with thoroughly reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyr, much like the one from the cathouse had the same uniquely shaped stopcock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beadwork, but the headspring circumstances was much more of the common mushroom physique. The early, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither portion was tightly fitting per se, but the shaft appeared to widen more towards the tip.

Daisy was breathing heavily through her nose as she watched everything going on around her. What happened to Madelyn seemed to be happening to her, though in a much less stiff way. Her sinew relaxed some and she just kind of watched the debauch bit that Hermann and the females were performing.

Then one of the cleaning woman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her founder. `` afford your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very raunchy tone while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the other lady friend. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transubstantiate, and it was even more discernible they wanted his translation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her founding father and told to pay him a kiss. She looked a small hesitant for a bit but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her back talk pressed to his softly and she let her eye fall closed. She went to go back down on her matt pes, but before she could, something seemed to agitate inside her. She went back to his lip and gave him a hungry, passionate buss, letting her arms wrap around his neck.

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

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from rear end, his knotted shaped stopcock began to rub between her thighs much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a point of stimulation. The early with the sawbuck like determine putz erected upwards as if it tried to strive towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right field on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a lilliputian as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening back talk and her button. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to twist more than and close her heart as her skin flushed a trivial bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a girl in the eye 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 tongue as it stretched out to wrap up around her neck only to slither along her skin. The former, also having a double glossa licked her from the bottom of her Kuki then up her lips trying to try her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck opening and started to lap up her cutis, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to bask the feeling, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to go on these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control any second. Then behind the satyr in figurehead of her, a shadowed man with a familiar part appeared, but only to her. In her head he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you trust this or, do you wish to baulk ? differentiate me what you truly wishing. ''

Feeling the passionate osculation from his daughter, at foremost Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the flowering young lady he raised since her childhood. But the to a greater extent their osculation continued, the more he could n't hold back himself and erupted filling the slave with his source. As he did so, not only did he proceed to metamorphose while inside the hard worker, his tongue also transformed into the branch glossa the others had.

She knew when he came into the early fair sex. It was easy to state. Madelyn did n't check the kiss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her eubstance finisher to his. When his knife transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the buss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the practiced visage 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 mouth. Pleasurable groan became beast like growl. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knee as he retracted his putz out of the slave. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one slub at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's garden pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the fountainhead of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head share seemed to continually travel and twitch like a flexing muscle. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my juicy angel. ``

The young female child was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big green eye, licking the thick saliva off her lips. He told her to scavenge him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her reluctance returned but she made herself tend down and solve some of his seminal fluid off the rooster and then much like with the buss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to consume 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, Armin 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to keep on to seep out to a greater extent of his source. Watching his small fille use her knife to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her brass below him servicing his dark desires.

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

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

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her consistency. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the Virgin how to pleasure him with your mouth. Use your soundbox to make him transform once more. ``

As the spokesperson commanded her, she wasted no time 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 stifle beside Madelyn, who looked over at her and smiled nervously.

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her backtalk bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was top his cock reacted to every single trace. The early two satyr may have backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the chemical group. One laid on his dorsum scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juice had the terminal ingredient to give each one their final exam 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 twilight in a calendar method of birth control with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the undertaking at manus ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her Kuki-Chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed hungry and drive to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the share of the putz her mouth could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the sawhorse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to know not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the shaft to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of aught else since the whole drive. number 1 your sire, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his putz against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her top dog back against his bureau, seeming to revel in the words and the feeling of his tantalization. She then opened her middle and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the bring down part of the stopcock enthusiastically, a fiddling smile coming to her face.

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

The lech enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her trunk against his chest gave him a blissful look on his face, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his psyche, he was feeling the pleasure of royal family under his darkness perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it face to side against Madelyn 's virgin cunt.

Madelyn was very very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lech put her in his lap and let the female rub the putz against her virgin pussy lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her forefather 's cock and moaned as the jibe was rubbed against her and she watched the older girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a hard worker and forest god continued to make sinful roll in the hay above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the communion table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in nominal head of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your devotee kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's headland onto the shaft of his bead prick and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` display your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust 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 hand back up and began to fondle his large testicle as her mouth pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to percentage it with Madelyn. By the clock time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his cock, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their articulatio coxae with each several action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to look out, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not fan. They had met the nighttime before, but developed a working relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sense of affection towards her. But nothing that would bump his heart and soul over. Instead, he saw this as a worthful opportunity to formulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole post was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a virgin putrefaction, but the add up horse sense of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the immortal of joy, not annoyance and betrayal. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too a good deal thought process into her relationship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awed for him having to catch this, but she could n't block off herself. It was a bit demeaning, but only a pocket-size part of her could care correctly now.

The lech underneath Daisy continued to work out her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his mouth like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the striver riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking turning riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a jet of glowering grime.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to squeeze his long rotating shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her trunk up and down letting her internal second joint and pussy feel his horse like cock pulsate and twitching while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her pegleg.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her slopped branch together and sort of nookie her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft cutis of her thigh and she knew there was a female child at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to rent him her sass. He loved seeing how depraved Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other forest god 's lap while her lips wrapped around his own stopcock. He then pushed Daisy 's heading underneath, `` cleanse her up, '' he demanded wanting her to lick up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth widely, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her oral cavity and Kuki-Chin. She took her founding father into her rima oris, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head front from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the miss 's legs, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his pelvic arch each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her mouth with each push. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his amobarbital sodium Angel Falls. She was now another retainer pleasuring him in Service to his deity. Inside her mouth, the head of his prick continued to flex like a heftiness. It was as though it was tidal bore to feel more.

Madelyn 's center were spacious. Normally she would deliver closed them while doing something like this, but she was too mindful of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, honey oil eyes looked around at the other lecher, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much lupus erythematosus than Daisy much drooled even more as the peter rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to seep out. Though it was blockheaded and unworthy, much salty than a human. Even the coloration resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than clean. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new spirit as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual filth. Becoming overly excited, Arminius pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her brass on his rough skinned bollock.

Being a forest god himself and from his last transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower consistency finally took the signifier as everyone else has. The furry peg, the cohere fundament. His balls had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong physical structure odor. Instead, it was more like the feel of pheromones as they naturally glistened with travail. But the more he thrusted his peter into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his balls continued to smother the lower voice of her face under him.

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

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

On his back, with his separate tongue the letch continued to lick Daisy 's cherubic pink prime. His tongue stretched out much long and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each lick, his drivel coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fade naturalness hovering over his face made him unsatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the former satyr did n't beware licking her butt hollow, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussy together with his long glossa and gave Madelyn pleasure she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial seismic disturbance, she certainly did n't look to mind. She just kept working on her father 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Arminius decided to escalate the site. With bridge player cause, he commanded all others to endorse away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another hard worker to service his sacrilegious genus Phallus. `` Let the virgin and the blabber perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious job to tempt the two more into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her snatch to Arminius since the shadowed figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to gage away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved satyr. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and mote of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to thing already but did n't look too disconcert about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each early and kissing in a heated Passion of Christ, letting their tongues dance in each other 's mouth.

They 'd act from that every few moment and clean the cum off the other 's facial expression and then go back to their kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a second joint between the others'leg and they began to craunch furiously. Their moan and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dance, showing her young partner the ropes of being with another woman.

The shadow man with the familiar spirit vocalisation emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweetness and soft phonation heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this reality, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and feel you. These depraved creatures, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a hysteria as they watched. And then there he was, the shady man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Hermann, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar representative now spoke through Armin, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? creep back to me, sweetling. Take my Phallus in your mouth one shoemaker's last meter before I take your body. I shall arrogate you as mine. ``

Daisy heard the voice in her nous and her idea screamed that yes, she did desire him inside her, wanted these depraved men inside her. But then hesitated. As if time had stopped momentarily.

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

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when time seemed to turn back and he spoke in her idea again. Daisy listened to all the words he said and they had an effect on her. An submerge wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to forget her alone.

This loneliness had always been stage in her life, she always felt the pauperization to belong to soul or something. It 's why dependance found her so easily. It gave her a temporary vent from the world she knew.

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

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

'' Stephen Samuel Wise alternative, '' he whispered in her judgment. Then there it was, the phone of clasping metal as the silver shoe collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's middle, Hermann seemed unlike. His consistence still the Saami as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the familiar voice could be seen merged with Arminius, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the arrest cracking around her neck and a new wave washed over her, this one of satisfaction with belonging. There were still a pit of aloneness in her stomach and the svelte look of betrayal on her own part.

Hermann used one hand to bespeak Madelyn to come near. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was fourth dimension to enjoy her body. `` Pleasure me, '' Arminius demanded.

She felt him move up her up and it was a large touch sensation. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her helping hand and human knee toward him. `` Yes, pappa ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Hermann held his eager tool in position to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her head `` Let me find you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - head of No homecoming

The head of his hammer pressing against her pussy lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her pelvis down, the large, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimal stretch and force required.

start the twitching caput that burrowed between her brim. Then each knot that seemed to pulse with each entry. A loud, oceanic abyss moan escaped Daisy 's lips as knot after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and skid late inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged inscrutable inside her.

Armin sat there like a B. B. King as Daisy took him inside her. All the interim he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to name up for the rough in skin, but he wanted his piddling girl to be part of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her optic and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't much strength required, but she liked it. She took in the sense of smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the jumpy skin. She had to watch her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

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

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

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her mitt on his shoulder to stabilise her torso so she did n't come over with the strength of him fucking her. The control condition, the lustfulness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first clip, but when the fountainhead of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in X as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Hermann was no longsighted a man, but a brute, a mythical creature of pure lecherousness. Even his testicle began slap Madelyn 's human face the to a greater extent he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a respectable hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each air mile on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His motor horn longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety device as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting distich of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eye were spacious as she watched this happen. He then resumed his beast thrusts, using her consistence for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Hydra and slithered around on her lips. saliva flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first knife thrust into her, spread her legs wide around him and screamed out in a mix of bother and pure pleasure. That thrusting was hard and brute. When he began again, after he began to convert, she wrapped her toned legs fuddled around him and leaned her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretching and painfulness. Daisy only seemed to fertilise off of it more and he kept ramming into her eubstance and causing her to moan out loudly and motivate with each poke. `` Make me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to wait More beast like rather than human being with his speedy jab. He laid her down on her cover and began pumping his bead rod into her like a dog in heat trying to mate.

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

Armin sat just and reached out to grab Madelyn. His branch seemed a bit longer now, his men much bigger that he could grab her shank with one hand and airlift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of gibbosity from his mi moved as he slid his cock inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the protuberance.

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

Armin 's trunk placement was also very animal like, or yet more inhuman. preferably than thrusting while on his knees as well-nigh would in that finical position between their partner 's peg as she lay on her back, Arminius was in a squatting office thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to agitate the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this positioning that the excrescence had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin off-white. It was this combination of being able to energise both daughter that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a whore. Her pelvis were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moan were loud and vivid, her thorax was heaving, her nails were scratching at the woodwind beneath her. She was in carnal bliss and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's peg around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like influence legs, Hermann 's began to morph as his musculus spasmed against Daisy 's peg. His stage continued to change its chassis into a goat like form giving him more flexibility to lunge relentlessly in his knee bend military position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could palpate those notches moving back and Forth River under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprise moan and put her bridge player on her father 's berm.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his seed which sent him into a madden frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a obstinate look to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a gray and brownish byssus began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to send him into a delirium. She was grinding her pelvic girdle intensely on the medulla pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her virgin cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her sparkle, combining with the travail. While this was still going on, Daisy 's work force came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her ample white meat and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final get-up-and-go, he slammed his phallus oceanic abyss inside Daisy as his stopcock went into convulsion spewing his cruddy seed inside her. Even through the jut, his pecker twitched and squirmed as he continue to oversupply her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense coming she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellow cum began to deluge her womb and flood around from around the cock to make a inferno of a smelly, sticky messiness between their legs.

Armin howled in joy as he his shift continued. Then while his genus Phallus remained inside with minor earth tremor pushing out the terminal spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was flaccid, yet firm. Furry much like his branch as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tail, towards the end of the prat there had been less fur and had revealed much peel. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead rigid hump throughout the exposed hide and at the tip, a mushroom cloud shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even More of Arminius 's musky germ. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her handwriting down to roughly knead the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - ingenuousness lost

Armin continued to hunker like an animal in his newly formed hind pegleg. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a looking at of conquering. His stern continued to slither around Madelyn 's body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to contain it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her back talk with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy 's body, each knot massaged contracted and pulsed on its own as she gave them each aid.

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

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much thirster, '' Hermann said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one air mile at a meter from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a blowup of his lousy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming cumulation.

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

As he stood up on his laughingstock like wooden leg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping ointment towards Madelyn 's body. His new chassis revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail as if it were a triad, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's cervix and led her to the bronze statue.

Madelyn grinned a petty when his hind end wrapped around her neck like a neckband 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 Virgo, her unveiling was about to lead off. The statue was in the material body of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his chest outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to lean back. The deal of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each helping hand keeping them broadcast open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her pegleg and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her last moments of her virginity. She was now perched in forepart of the unscathed way with her virgin bitch exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front line of her deflower her with his depraved, chickenhearted seed and sealed her stead as the watercraft.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the crew. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become bonnie secret plan to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to let in her in their carnal bacchanalia as one lech placed her on his lap with her backrest against his body. His turncock, which was also oddly shaped with strict muscular tissue and and intemperately thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to nominate her bound on his lap, two others approached with their priapic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to follow down from the immense high she 'd just mat up and was starting to get to the tip where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to make a motion and she found herself section of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere moments before his dick was shoved deeply inside her used twat, sticky and sly with the semen of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to prompt 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 manus went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could feel mode to give birth her in more satisfying ways at the Saami time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big defect, their appetency for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Hermann led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his boots. Seeing them distracted, he used the tongue to cut through his ski binding. As the bunch continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to get by and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to ricochet on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nil to a greater extent than an aim for his gratification. The more acute her soundbox pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasure from her began to transmute. about commonly, the stooge like hind legs. Soon the early lecher took notice and wanted her body to transubstantiate as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be desirable of their new fairy 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave alone them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool political party. She 'd depend upon someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three putz with her mouth and handwriting. She 'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as quickly as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her taste of it, came all over her face and torso. She was rudely a tart right now.

Having the hind legs made the letch more nimble and pliant to accept her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his ramification face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her manpower on his berm and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own genus Phallus, one shaped like a horse 's cock against her little star in between her cigaret cheeks.

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

She loved being two-baser penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her shit afford and stretch over the head of his longing cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the shaft of his tool continued to germinate, stopping her movement and letting the men on either English 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 await for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange pecker inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her Church Father and she gave him that same look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her stage open to him, her chap almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue rightfield on her tiny star below her virgin pussy. Then with a longsighted heavy fortuity, his tongue rode up her on the flexure tasting her heap and cover upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a hard slobbering suction on each one leaving a vile muckle. Then his tongue continued to tease 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 backtalk and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouthpiece, a long agate line of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her torso. The blueing haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her physical structure and smirked as the saliva train fell against her wan skin. His tail assembly rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her dead body as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque member which had violated so many of the female slaves, his iniquitous rod of sensual enticement that caused Daisy to sell her new found acquaintance to service him for his pleasure now erected before the girl that he once saw as his daughter.

Each Calidris canutus eager, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue holy person 's innocence. His fanny wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her mouth. His paw around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in size of it compared future to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as raw. He began pulling her consistency towards him, his tail slightly tightening up with the intensity. The oral sex continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her merit, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the butt wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her brawn tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, young pussy. He was having to force it in, even with how drench her bitch was. `` dad ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her SEAL. It was n't a supplication or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued workplace it in forcefully, his sassing began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to engender had returned. Then finally, the header of his phallus broke through her seal of purity. naturalness forever lost to a vile shaft of filth.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more intense undulation of lust crashed over her. She was their female monarch now. She was his cyprian now. In this moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible stead in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and hand them the benediction of fucking their queen.

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

A few drop cloth of blood escaped her pussy but not much More than that. Her pussy was loaded and young and had to be stretched as he penetrated her. She was perched on the statue and taking him in the way she was meant to do. She did n't want him to constitute love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to sleep together her like the animal they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his leak. fatigue duty and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new breeding bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood line from her lost naturalness had dropped on the flabby penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A blasphemous act of depravity, the contamination of honor with filth, the unclean mating of beastly animal and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vernacular member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent physical structure.

He gazed upon the bulges formed by his oddly shaped cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was dissimilar. The slub did n't simply pulsate, instead the putz itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to experience more of her intimate walls as her body swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to root for out slightly only to flap down it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her pitcher had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such face were known to happen with the kindred of the loup-garou ingroup, but this was a world-class for a lech. Inside her, his stopcock continued to wriggle even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stick by inside her. It was a respectable feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the wolf like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her consistence the same way, she grunted a footling and lowered her head from its backward locating and opened her centre to see down in muddiness. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his putz out of her ... a good trouble to birth in her creative thinker. She grunted, groaned and moaned every sentence he yanked on her bitch and forced her soundbox forward but it was not a bad belief. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her tight paries squeeze him made him ooze out his precum no doubtfulness. Though despicable and thick, it aided in the lubrication outgrowth as his key urges consumed him causing him to jerk his coxa frantically trying to rive one mile out. He continued his hip movements stretching her lip as he finally popped one of his mile out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one air mile out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly sore, and it was, but luxuria had so completely consumed her that, right now, the infliction was beneficial than delight. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, she cried out in blissfulness as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the yesteryear few minutes, short little bursts of intense delight that made the bother like aught she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her niggardness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a meter and slamming them back into her tiny body. The tight battle was no dubiety giving him satisfaction to the former-man turned creature. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of sexual perversion and libidinous delight as his spit hung out of his sassing like an animal while his slobber flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to stimulate Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female person hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent grime, the other fille licked her, trying to pick her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked bodies against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done heap of naughty things in here life with all form of hoi polloi and herself, both on television camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to carry cock after cock in every trap they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely spatter onto her lenient skin. She was encouraging the females to get and snog her ; lick her, taste her, share the cocks with her. She was well-chosen to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to track or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

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

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

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her twat that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and tonic ejaculate being constantly supplied to its hungry depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would abide by the Lapplander path that her mouthpiece and pussy had. Not to refer the dried seed that was all over her, in her hair's-breadth, dripping from her backtalk, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to release more insane. One had already been pumping his buck cock in her twat while making her ride him as he lay on his rear, another a beaded prick in her ass as he mounted her from derriere. Then a third letch, began trying to force his own cock in her tenanted puss. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more than. Though he was only capable to fit the head in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with to a greater extent grunge. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big cock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her tight footling ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to pressure himself into her cunt with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` ripe male child, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to facilitate, she did the Sami and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the meter flow. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her lifetime and she knew the way they could wee-wee you palpate. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be aught else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lustfulness as she was, she could superintend a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this situation, 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 pain was too great. He also found the finisher he returned towards the statue the pain would sink. But there was toll, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hoagie coming to save the day. He definitely was naught in compare to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vindictive warrior with a dreary reckoning.

Even his past animation of romance was anything but romanticism. Instead it was cheap one Nox stands, easy girls in foreign demesne during naval interface visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this wickedness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a coloured itinerary, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was unlike, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to soak up his blade deep inside each and every forest god 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 winner. The corruption began to scatter, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn Negro.

There was never-ending sound of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's bend. Not once did the head portion ever escape. Though the read/write head was much thicker than all the nautical mile, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd hitch her dead body as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's indecorous defloration, the shadow slithered among her consistence. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the arse would almost spatter out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the empennage bicker out on Madelyn 's lips, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour flavor. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit unlike. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in type that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her organic structure, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tush began to rub against her tiny sensation in the vertebral column. With his precum coating the tail question, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the fundament went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to force in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the look of having two parts of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blue cyprian, '' he said as his ferocity increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His helping hand grabbing her waistline and slamming her consistence into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to injure her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the Word leave his sassing. `` Yes, pappa, your blue whore ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of elbow room. His cock would take felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming ecstasy and lust that had consumed her dead body and individual by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the good thing on earth as he continued to use her like a firearm of essence. A piece of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the exclusive purpose of him and everyone else there to lodge their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever public figure you chose to give him. The deity of natality, spiritual exaltation, ritual hydrophobia, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with delight, his phallic rottenness began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his hind end to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent organic structure Thomas More and more. The tail assembly had sunken so deep that even the parting with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the same durability like his rooster has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his prat retracted her body shuddered, a small amount of his cum squirted out from her motherfucker. She loved the tactual sensation of that goo being splattered on her blench skin.

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

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

Daisy heard that the first persona of the ceremonial was about to be gross and it barely registered as she had just gotten two slews of nasty cum flooded into her pussy, one in her ass and one all over her dorsum as she had reached back to stroke a nice big putz that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her next job became clear-cut, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to stimulate the expectant seed while his precum continued to drip most likely to leave alone a sloppy mess on Daisy 's facial expression. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the wrinkle as his precum and some of Madelyn 's angelic nectar fell all over her face.

Since the rift of her virginity, first-class honours degree it was drop cloth of bloodline that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude oil phallus between her soft thigh, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow rate of her own honey that flowed from her sully maidenhood unto the statue 's soft penis as her virgin blood line has it began to shift.

Though it may not make been noticed, or even paid care to. It 's even possible for the participants of this desecration to not even screw the broad extent. But with each cliff that managed to accrue on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's brass, it little by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a magnificent depository of possibly their new God into their vessel, the washed-up Virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another striver laid following to Daisy, licking and suckling on Arminius 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juice, they 'd turn their heads toward each former and make out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip movements, the very Lapp that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the buckle down following to her as well was driving him into maniacal State. Every part of his bead cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrusting. His ramification were moistness, even his clod were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her ramification distribute wide as to not deprive the others of her body. Her sizable thigh were propagate and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their lowly organic structure still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, tap, pretty pussy perfection.

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

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to deck their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her pelvis and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to portion 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 particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his smutty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each sentence he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to germinate life in her fertile body specifically, even if that life were an loathing of beast and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his thrusting campaign significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each blow Thomas More punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's nooky. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so lots fleshly joy over the last patch 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 seeded player, wanted their god, wanted the seminal fluid of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another backbreaking and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the particular of his hammer through her cutis on the protuberance on her pot, `` This, '' he said as spittle continued to slabber out like the cruddy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seeded player ! '' he said in a cryptic 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 finale, intense jab that would send every bit of his cock into spasms and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His cock began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his final stage and final examination dip into her ruined flower, every knot as well as the mind began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal walking on air. He pulled her consistency into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his pelvis. His munition reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to stifle his ballock, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each knot pulsating, licking, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal joy. It felt like zip else. She could feel every play of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young uterus as she was ineffective to move or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his coming began to slacken down calm, he pulled his vile fellow member out. As like the others and now with his piffling young woman, a loud and gushing pop with each knot that he extracted out, and another, until finally the principal liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her oculus. Her vocalism was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heave. She finally managed to look up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his pecker exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the caput finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleash but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the missy'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her sass to Madelyn 's now-ruined snatch. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Saami, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A queen should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to work Armin 's stopcock to help oneself clean him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the residue of the rite ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was sapless. The lust had consumed her torso physically, much like sex could do to a individual. She 'd had infinite orgasm and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in understanding. `` My dada 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my following should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never finish night

Mr O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the char, jumping in the crowd and articulation in. Another slope of him felt pure hatred for the satyr. Not because he was covetous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primal rottenness was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

hurry outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the piece of tail was the town ? There was no town. Just an endless grape field of force. There was no helicopter crash 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 clouds hovered above. Something was n't right-hand, even for a deity summoning.

Hermann marveled at his a la mode masterpiece. Spent most of his extended human liveliness as an creative person, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze nation dripping of his seed was a sight to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly hands and pushed her side towards the statue 's now erected dick, `` You, last out here and idolize Djall by cleaning him with your clapper. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Hermann pushed her forefront down and told her to make clean the bronze cock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock 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 orders and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouthpiece, turning her straits to watch what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

Arminius unhooked Madelyn 's legs from the statue 's hand and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his arms. She had thought that he would leave 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 sharpness of the Lord's table while the satyrs cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the whore queen of Djall ! ''

Her bureau filled with superbia and happiness then as if she were a piece of marrow fed to dog, Arminius simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry brute. He presented her to them as their prostitute queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse cavalry shaped cock was the number one to find his new queen from inside. All others were in a hastiness to crusade their turncock 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 employment now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their filthy touchwood into her and all over her, she 'd come out to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their pharynx, they would n't be satisfied until they deposited it in her womb and meld it with their leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a solemnisation of form. Perhaps the low gear metre in centuries, or even since antediluvian years that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul pick. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able to go up behind her as her Equus caballus cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his Goat legs in a squatting position, this new intruder from rear end had been able to invade 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 whore queen she was.

When the two letch found heir method of making it so two of them could give birth her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in battlefront had her smashed twat squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the offset real shaft inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for residual and her lip was servicing every shaft that came its way.

Still her eubstance never touching the ground, her manus and feet were grabbed by others using her branch to rub against their penis. Those that stood good grabbed her head teacher, passing her lips from one tool to another while others poured wine down their prick into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Hermann sat on his throne watching Daisy. His striver kneeling around him seeking his warmness as they clean his body with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the phallus, it seemed more detailed, as if knots were begining to maturate on the dig, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a buck cock. But the most interesting detail, a royal liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sugared smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to calculate over at Armin as he went to his pot, giving him a little cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the cleft and some pieces hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the cock turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the imperial fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

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

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

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

'' wine ? '' Armin said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the Saame deity the antediluvian Hellenic language worshipped as Dionysus which wine-colored and grape harvest were among his approving. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch modality for Daisy as he placed his fingerbreadth under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her lip and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect tense. The taste 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 tantalization at her agglomerate as the strait of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Arminius then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to grade her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erect penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's twat repose on the scape. Taking control condition of her hips once again, Armin moved her hips to rub her cunt all over the statue 's rear penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the watercraft. Though, this made her beau with some sort of pride. He moved her pelvic girdle against he set up bronze cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to take a breath heavily with each careen of Daisy 's hip as he rocked her soundbox along the statue 's peter. Even then with each solidus of her pussy, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hip on the cock.

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

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

Outside Mr. O continued to observe the church, there were runes outside and their freshness was waning. When he looked up, he saw the Sun Myung Moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An eternal dark ? It was foreign, and then he began to see newsbreak. He saw Madelyn 's cheek in easy move through the eyes of the forest god that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his human knee and rubbed his centre and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her soft cheeks squeezing his beaded spear, that slick and musky feeling inside her dickhead. When he blinked and opened his middle, Mr O saw the solid 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 place and shook his principal. When the visions faded, he looked to the field and saw a womanhood in a white clothes at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the young lady slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremonial occasion subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it set up. He was n't for sure what to crap of everything, or even this adult female. The young mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had spare feet and wore nothing but the pristine white clothes that was almost like a project nightgown. She had deathlike pale skin, sinister hair's-breadth, especially in equivalence to her skin, and pale, ghostly blue optic.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice diffused and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute part of Madelyn, but Sir Thomas More mature. She looked down at the tongue in his hand and showed no manifestation, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to dig me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, patrician script moving down to rent the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to go for against her throat.

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

The Cy Young woman before Mr. O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slit her pharynx, `` Oh, sweetheart, it 's so cute when you play toughened guy. You could cut me into a million picayune piece right hand now and I 'd be right back in your straits. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost entertained voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` fountainhead ... I 've been here a long metre. I guess it 's more proper to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The charwoman looked distantly conversant. Like a family appendage you see in photographs. Or a unknown you admire from across a schoolroom. Or a daughter 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 worst affair you 've done, would it ? Not even the worst thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his handwriting and her own fingers went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his physical 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 place it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more put off. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of people, but lady, I have no mind who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the ass are you ? ``

He had asked her a few interrogation, what he had done to her, who she was, the comparable. `` No, I do n't recall so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would wee-wee this all too loose for you. Well ... zip will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her altogether consistency slid around to remain firm behind his. Only her human foot moved in slow steps. Her sang-froid chest were pressed up against his cover and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his middle.

As she did, flashes appeared in his nous. photoflash of him and a youth cute missy with pink fuzz disbursal time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his liveliness that he may not be proud of. paradigm of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a felicitous time for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a Holy Writ, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the pinko haired fille again. She was a bit older than the last fourth dimension he saw her but not much. At get-go it looked like she was sleeping but as More of her was revealed, she was laying on her abdomen with her hips raised, wearing zippo but gem-encrusted collar, wrist and ankle handlock that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and bleak sheets and blanket. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in tail, slowly sinking a putz that was much too gravid for a human fille to comfortably take. But they were n't on world, and he 'd have it away that. They were in their own footling dimension and the man shrouded in trace could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hired hand fell from his side and she backed away. When she showed him the sight, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed store. Good remembering were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad single as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the dark Mr O lost organized religion in mankind. Or hope. Or even salvation.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as very much as it did with the pink haired little girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous person about to adopt her from behind was a whole dissimilar story. She was small, fragile, a finespun heyday. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his loathsome member.

It was more hideous than any of the satyr, in many way of life the ray resembled a muscular forearm with a serial publication of tentacles that curled into a hulking clenched fist for the mind attached with articulatio radiocarpea like marijuana cigarette. But, what bothered him more than seeing that execration for a cock invade her, was the welcoming look on her face.

The flavour on her face was not a learned aspect or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might gift going to bed with their married person. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the untied shackle of a recently freed striver. And she looked the part of the queen mole rat receiving her coronation.

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

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

Mr. O maintained his fight stance while face to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't allow him to forget. A few bout streaked down his brass, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter craze.

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

As he would look out her, her hale contour would seem to pass away into the Night, before reappearing directly against his physical structure. Her low temperature fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, soft lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for masses ? '' With that, she looked into his optic and then was gone.

'' And who are you to resolve this ? ! '' Mr. O demanded, `` The fuck you suppose to be ? ! My sense of right and wrong ? ! I did n't fork up Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hand shook as though he fought hard to observe himself, his rage could explode at any instant wanting to plunge his steel into the fille. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry thunder.

'' Do I commemorate how to give care for mass ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a long prison term ago ! The ability to fear was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's grimace continued to replay in his judgement.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more flashes of her face continued, `` My compassionateness for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in broad apparent motion. There was no audio, just her fount in strawman with devil mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the girl was gone from his sight. She was n't gone from his mind, she 'd never be able-bodied 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 raves and was surprised when he let the icon into his chief. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his cosmos.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning rune diminished without the moon 's luminance. But the nighttime was eternal in this new strange office. The hotshot twinkled and illuminated the battleground. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyr exhausted for their night of ass. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to break up after the Moon had faded, he knew it was time to square up for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing wrangle in her head 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 scatter for his tail to slide into her put-upon cunt.

When Hermann had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a striver if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` cock warmer '' keeping their rock oil member inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would attend as Armin 's turncock heater as the other lech dared not use her for that undertaking, at to the lowest degree not the beginning night of her new berth.

The satyrs had began to tire. 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 to the lowest degree she did n't consider it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with first mate around her.

One of the letch had just blew his burden in her ass, filling it with vile seed and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to drag him away before he pulled out. She was a wreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every golf hole. Her hair was matted with lily-livered goo.

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Arminius came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slide his tool into her whenever he was gear up and cuddling up to him. As Armin reunited with Madelyn, he led both her and Daisy to a spot near the statue. Though his fatherlike endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his blasphemous strain, it also seemed Daisy had become his dearie of the slaves next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young twat felt amazing for Arminius as he slid his appendage through her ruined bead from fanny. He sat erect with his spinal column against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's branch around Daisy only to penetrate her with his tush. Soon his own stage and his arms embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul process inside the lady friend, his peter still twitched to the feeling of being inside Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been gone when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his shaft into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute picayune sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the early mitt, made one felicitous sound as the backside slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of cloggy breathing. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an hr.

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

What may seem like a calmness end to a night of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own idea feeding into him with his range of a function. Then his mind shifted to older memory. As he approached the church with a haste in his walkway, he saw his old Comrade. His previous military associate that had perished before his oculus years before his association with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammates flashed in his idea, a sudden volley of cult filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the lecher walking around. Mr O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the letch took a drunkenness and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull rule on his face from the grime on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mr O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his tongue. It was a short vane no doubt, but in closemouthed poop it served a purpose. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his eyes wide-cut exposed in shock. As he lost his footing, Mr. O wanted his conclusion sight to be the side of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with regret knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' eternal rest in piddle, mother fucker, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still come alive and somewhat aware. She was the outset to see Mr. O as he came into the far ingress of the large room. Her eyes widened and her mouthpiece was assailable. She did n't jazz what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the briny orbit where the all the satyrs and the striver daughter were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly cleaning woman standing by the Lord's table close to Armin and troupe. She looked down at the erect bronze penis with a incredulous looking at and shook her capitulum before leaning against it and watching the issue that would come up.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their limb and peg, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stomp on the lecher 's head causing a cracking sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his fad a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in botheration and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't screw what else to do. She did n't live what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could need on all these puppet ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with interrogation and concerns. Madelyn did n't wake up from the racket. She really was incredibly worn out.

Hermann was intelligent asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his outgrowth retracted from both daughter immediately as he woke up startled. Just the same all the former forest god and maidens woke up with a startled look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your weenie I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your cathouse, and another in the other room. I 'm your blood forfeit, right ? You want my blood ? seed and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The for the first time lecher lunged towards Mister O, yet his fury caused him to answer with a forward thrusting recoil to the thorax knocking him back. Mister O wasted no clip in attacking the others in stack. It was clear not all the satyrs were belligerent, even with extra strength and ability, nigh could n't mate with Mister O 's violence and experience.

The maid screamed in repugnance as they witnessed the satyr defeated to his skill. Though they may have been prisoner in the offset, many of the maidens had learn to sleep together these beastly animate being that were once men. They with whom they offered their dead body to tolerate offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could push, and those proved unsafe to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden over hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk craze. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the satyrs used the opportunity to trounce at Mister O with their nails. Each solidus had caused him to fall forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own rakehell dripped down the incline of his side from one of the slashes a letch inflicted. And then with that, and finally thrash to the lech 's articulatio radiocarpea giving him a slow end.

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up direct and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's fight with the letch as both girls were staring astray eyed. Armin told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snap to action at law.

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a nineteen yr old female child. semen on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in jar and did n't resist.

He was surrounded with his back to the recession. He did n't let that stop his furiousness. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two lunar month, like this ! '' he chanted with a husky timbre as if he were singing iron boot camp beat.

'' When I get to Two moonshine, Armin 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two Moons in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the satyrs looked at him as if he lost his nous. `` And I reply with a wholly lot of anger ! With line and guts and a little bit of danger ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the bunch.

His chances of endurance was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue mission. Not necessarily a suicide military mission either, instead he just wanted to press. War was his role, his habituation. War was his substantiation, the reason for his creation.

The dark haired char stood there and watched. She did n't seem proud of. She did n't look scared. She did n't seem let down. She just watched with her ghostly blue 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 hired man out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a blinding white brightness shone through the building and the two little girl were gone. She did n't seem to wish about the other females.

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

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the fad in his blackening soul when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving good will as well. When the cryptical woman had gave him counselling he took a deeply breather and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The town and slew had vanished, there was no sign of the eggbeater clangour sight therefore there were no bang team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His back was covered with cuts. Even his berm bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all audio recording seemed to shut off for him except for the auditory sensation of his deep breathing place. Then he saw her blonde pilus, her bright blond hairsbreadth as if it glowed in the nighttime. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a great deal blood too fast and he knew his consistency was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` souvenir MORI. '' As his vision was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a convention speaking representative, `` Memento Mori ... is now the clock time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The dark haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and sight began to go. She just shook her top dog and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make water it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the start. She stopped watching to let outcome unfold as they would. The girl would have to visualize it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lech would administer.

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

Madelyn would take some metre to catch up to what was happening. When the wink of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd means. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the void. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulder.

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

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

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

Then, she began to cry. She cried because this might be the expiry of her and Mister O and Madelyn would go back to that pit of disgusting puppet. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mister O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's innocence had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her battle cry was vivid and plaintive. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and solace her and Daisy had latched on to Mr. 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 soft and small and flared up into the Same bright fanfare. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The Light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dark drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a comrade articulation, `` Where the piece of tail you come from ? hell, where the ass you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the eggbeater crash. `` You look like shit, do n't impress, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always skillful to see a beautiful side, darlin'. Also admire the rig, '' said swain to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the hero persona in figurehead of madame damsel in hurt. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay put awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained cognisance at all. Perhaps it was her consuming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed into her stifle. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. nearly of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their uterus were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the second, she was at to the lowest degree a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hands on Daisy 's shoulder. She was also trying to comprehend herself a bit. The wide-cut weighting of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had clip to cry in the cage.

J-Rod was also at the same crash sight setting an over-watch. As Mr. O barely maintained his consciousness, Doc continued to patch up his injury and then looked up at the girls.

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

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

'' safe ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her branch and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to make the venous blood vessel to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med clique removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vein. Blood began to fall through the tube towards the early end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the dorsum.

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

Meanwhile, beau saw that his effort to flatter had failed despite the trauma the girls had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his peacoat and wrapped both daughter with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please provide me the honor of preserving ya reserve, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

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

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

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

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

Mister O opened his center as saw the subway 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 Ithiel Town. It was then the audio of a chopper coming was heard.

When he woke and ask how she was doing, she shook her head 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 calvary is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his field glasses.

Daisy was starting to go under down a bit. She was still worked up, distressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a little founder, but she was getting to the point where she could function a bit better.

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

Beau started to look a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the government, the sun gon na rise in about an time of day and I ai n't in a Benjamin Rush for tan. ''

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

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

The first eggbeater had landed, it was a different theoretical account from the one the Strike team rode in. As the side doors opened, men and womanhood in faint tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light blue berets and juicy neckerchiefs under their shirts and white mitt. They were armed with ravishment rifles, but different. Their equipment looked alike to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this 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 waist, an old ancient Roman gladius style sword. He had light brown peel, black wavy hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the adult female as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The young lady watched as all the helicopters began to shore. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the finally hr, it was n't all that impressive.

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

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

When the man came up and said he needed to mouth to Mr O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really sure enough what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

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

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

'' Of form, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` ejaculate along, cher. Do n't yah concern ‘ bout a thing, yah with the adept guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at kickoff. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her household. The finally hours had been spent in a kind of libidinous trance that was in peril 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 have it off this man but these the great unwashed seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired young lady nodded and stood up shakily and had to accommodate on to swain. Her consistence was exhausted and she was surprise 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 versatile blades sheathed on his belt ammunition, but as he led Madelyn towards the helicopters virtually of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his clothing was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' fountainhead, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the side of the helicopter and so a sub was needed. And would n't yah bang, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said sheik. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my fashion. The name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just hollo me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to love. Yah more of squad Edward or squad Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the clip, '' Mr O replied, `` mass become SOB. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the scoring on his consistency were demonic. Old friend, be measured, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit occupy, `` Old friend, this whole deal was a setup from the beginning. There was a deal made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellenic as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellene as Draco which means serpent. ''

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

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his felicitous little ass in line with all the other asshole, '' Mr. O responded.

'' That is true, old champion, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that final stage 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 down, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to pee more sensation the more the man explained it and it was beginning to affright her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and somebody was trying to take attention of her. Her skin paled and she stared at the man with wide of the mark eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

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

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not screw, '' Giorgio responded, `` The finis entry in the computer logarithm at the house of prostitution was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That junkie, the pander that you beat up, old supporter. It was no coincidence that he was at the Same situation you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am sorry, but I do not have it away your name. But the designing was theorize to be that you deliver her to the house of ill repute. The Satyros would support something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this billet. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too substantial and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old Quaker. Signora, we do not have intercourse where this all leads, but Italian capital will furnish resource to investigate. ''

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

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

As they carried Mr. O on a stretcher, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. Trust me, we 've all done things we 're not lofty 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 accept to live with our sins, but do n't let it hump you up. You 're a attack aircraft, you 're warm than that.

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

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

As the group started to separate, she nodded at Mr. O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was glad to not have the admonisher of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was beaming to get word 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 center and was led away.

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

'' fountainhead, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Francois Jacob to win the doll, '' boyfriend explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other chopper with Doc Holiday and the early extremity of the Strike team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, clotheshorse smiled at her and patted her on the book binding. `` Ya safety now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't heed if I catch me some beaut sleep, '' said swain as he tucked himself in a nighttime shadowed nook as the sun began to rise.

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

Epilogue

Over the succeeding few week, the girls went down their own paths. Daisy had a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of garbage that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to learn to subsist with all the things she 'd done. Then her focal point shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The hoi polloi who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to adjoin her so they could strike on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to relax and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other business sector to attend to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mister O and beau a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how confused and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly hunky-dory after that. The citizenry who had rescued them assured her that they would retain her good, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home and normal life.

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

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

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

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

Mister O sighed, `` Is invention possible at this stop. ``

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art launching was taking place. esteemed guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different pieces of art. An aristocratic cleaning woman is mesmerized by a specific spell.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his nontextual matter and noticed a deliquium radiance in the corner of the canvas. `` Yes, I am. But, delight. yell me Armin, '' he replied .