Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blonde woman named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few hebdomad ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the express aim of killing herself, but she had done it knowing full phase of the moon well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the gamy, and to not feel anything anymore.

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

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

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up future to an old church building. Drug addiction rehab preindication posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, nigrify polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black hair combed in a fauxhawk fashion with a scruffy beard covering heavy scruff on his face.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendees 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 infantry as he approached the him and tossed his cigar at the man 's feet.

'' Carl Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply garb man introduced himself only to punch to Carl in the stomach causing him to drop off his breath. `` You do n't front too respectable. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mr. O.

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

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

'' Okay, you wan na manoeuvre hardball ? ''. Mr. O responded sounding in a rag shade. He then reached for his hip and drew out a pistol, and pointed it at the man 's point, `` You know who I work for, so you also know that means the police are n't coming. You got until I count down from three before I end you. ``

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the missy ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

"Last hazard, where is your cult ? '' Mister O demanded with one last last admonition as he pulled the pound back on his pistol.

Daisy was frozen in her seat on the nerveless sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated billet. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knees and was begging the crisp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call off the police force. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to name the police force on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

A strange voice then spoke softly into Daisy 's psyche. A male person 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 trump to appear seemingly simmer down in personal manner, she took a mysterious breathing spell. After readying herself as proficient she could her base 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 fille whisper to him. He had been so reside with the now have words man he did n't mark the girl approach. But, hearing the set phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off precaution.

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

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

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

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

'' It means illuminate Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old twenty-four hours of my arrangement, it was code to move into secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not casual person spouts out ancient computer code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crowd of people to watch out, Mister O did n't appear to wish as he stuffed the man into the torso. `` 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 catch up to you eventually. So please salvage me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

As Mr O started the car, a computer screen emerged from the dashboard. A webcam lense on top scanned Daisy until an automate voice spoke, `` greeting, 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 information processing system screen filled with various records, constabulary disk, medical platter all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced suddenly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no book of tie to any occult high society, faction, or shadow organization. Have a good day. ''

Daisy stared at the electronic computer as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futuristic and seemed to experience everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few times, she looked at between the data processor, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the ones from the most Recent overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't avail but let out a soft giggle when it seemed rouse about the TV show. A calculator 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 Mister O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum sectionalization. You can say we investigate and engage outside the realm of normal by societal measure. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - amobarbital sodium Angel

He pulled into the drive of a random sign of the zodiac in quiet suburban area. It was nothing out of the ordinary bicycle. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularization.

'' There 's a little girl missing, and this is her home. Daisy, look, you probably have no estimation what the fuck is going on. But, I need your aid, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The movement door is unlocked, Daisy. Can you spread out it for me while I carry this asshole inside ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing fille again. She wondered who this missing girl is, how old she was, how the man in the spinal column of the truck connected to that. He said he needed her help 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 up the room access, she moved out of the truck and went to spread the front doorway. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some fourth dimension since anyone was but it was mostly in full order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her public figure 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 portrayal, there was teenage fille with bleached Amytal hair, a real cute smiling and a girl next door type of beauty.

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

The blonde watched Mister O as he continued to run the man towards the basement room access only to spread it and throw him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll parcel out with him if he wakes up. If not, we have way of life to probe his memories. But I wan na show you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living elbow room where many whole works of cabbage 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 somebody 's mind for memory, but figured it was n't the uncanny affair she 'd seen today.

'' Her footfall father went missing about a few weeks ago, he 's an art professor in the local college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, '' he then pointed at a strange radiation pattern within the art, `` These are occult runes. He 's using art to mask these rune. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runes. 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 runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty well-to-do to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a present moment and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't cognize if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some signification to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any ties to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

He then walked over to the electronic computer in the living room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the star sign at least once before meeting Daisy. `` Here 's the female parent, '' Mr O explained as he brought up an clause online, `` She had been deceased as of a few month ago while driving home from work during a hit and run car chance event. ''

Mister O then opened his tablet which seemed to bypass all parole restricted programs which he brought up an email from the girl 's father :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in trouble and I need your help. I 'm going to hollo you soon ! dear you, my juicy angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in less than a week ago. Soon individual at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various occult arts website. Not the cheesy black letter fashion stuff, I 'm talking stuff under the eyes of Venezia. 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 record regarding the man, `` He 's a known pander. Likes to sell little girl struggling out in the street, more specifically college fille barely able to keep their tuition fee costs. And wait what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's fade is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news show. Nothing he was saying made the post any brighter or made her think the girl might be alright or easy to observe. She watched him with the pad, showing her all of the entropy he had found. The female child 's mother was dead, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human seller. The email from the father made her breadbasket tour. It seemed ... off. affair were bad and were going to get tough from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the rune once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This solid thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this production line up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breathing space. `` But how does that guy flirt into this then ? '' it was more than of a thought out forte than a interrogative sentence to him.

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

Daisy took a abstruse breath when he said that he was going to go beat the entropy 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 trivial shaken but fairly calm given the situation. She walked to the strawman door and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigarette from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her cheek as the scene carried on in the house.

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

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

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

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

'' We got a lead-in, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his vesture. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a bawdyhouse in the Albanian territorial dominion in the metropolis. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't cogitate she 's there, but there has to be a hint. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

Minutes began to flap by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street ponce, he mostly deals with occult groups. They usually have good funding operation, therefore they can pay trash like Carl Johnson to extradite her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't worry, I have a team en itinerary to rub out his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the house of prostitution is a meet up point to exchange the daughter for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the family portrait and the family film, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her gradation father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the head remains, do you imagine the Father of the Church is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the place with the fad and the pimp, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the doubt, she frowned a niggling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a nauseated feeling about it. To me, the signs spot to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two time Alfred Nobel heartsease Prize recipient role, Sebastian Saint to pass the new cultivating island off the coast of Greenland, just N of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and parkway to better mankind has made him the ideal choice for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mr O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the architectural plan. 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 chum boniface, I 'll narrate them the passing game idiom he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to line up some fucking reply. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite concerned in the radio show and she could n't cypher out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her ear perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to get a line any word in the humanity since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for week.

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

Daisy started thinking of room to make herself see the contribution 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 bequeath rehab. She lifted her workforce and ruffled up her fuzz some and few little blot in her makeup and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't await like a huge stack but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double proceeds. The look of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the slew of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her ruin matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for intent in life.

'' You look swell, '' he responded, `` I mean you look heavy in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their launching into Little Albania, a community of interests of Albanian immigrants looking for a ameliorate life. But, within the community also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the residential area to veil their tincture workplace. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

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

Mister O circled around the block a few sentence before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a duad blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building loading and unloading passengers.

'' Okay, we need to play the percentage from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the room access for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit raspy with his handling of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` come after my principal and baulk every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a safeguard. He was sitting in the Lapplander office 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 part. `` I can be a pretty commodity actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really mind the rough handling. She knew it was portion of the act. She put a orotund scowl on her face and let him drag her toward the construction. Every now and then, she 'd bend her body and try to tug against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and defeated sigh and state him to let her go.

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

Inside Thomas More homeless looking stragglers stood near the incoming, no dubiety they were guards. As Mr. O made his way towards the landlord 's bureau, all the renter unit threshold were unresolved, inside the spate of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to help onetime men.

One elbow room in picky had a lady friend that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was petite with such a baby face. Though she was obviously not Madelyn, but all she had was a gown which she was barely removing when one of the three older gentleman inside had shut the doorway.

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving soiled looks to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few present moment. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guard. When they got inside, she looked stunned. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor people fille and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girl who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These poor girls, god only knew the matter that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building agency, `` wine-colored, women, to which I act the lightheaded caprine animal, '' he said to the people in the role. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The people in the situation sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in detail seemed to be the boss as he sat in the back of the role chewing on his food while he talked with a sullen accent, `` Okay, up stairs. 3rd floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like young woman with blueness whisker. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

Daisy glared at the man when he said that she 'd be fucking people tonight. She sure as shooting hoped that was n't straight. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the situation. As they made it to the stairs, he whispered in her ear, `` halt calm, I wo n't let them put you to sour. 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.

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

Around his eubstance were a pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the position, Mister O noticed the untested girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal mouth. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a moderately young young lady and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

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

Mr. O did n't hesitate and drew his shooting iron, but the strange man lunged forward in one jump 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 room threshold shut by itself locking Daisy and the other piteous female child with the foreign man.

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slack paced walk of life, with each step his bang thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his cum into fertile organic structure like yours. My reward ... .eternal spring chicken. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the boon Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiate urge to flora his seeded player. '' As he explains his intention with one bridge player around her and the other touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can sense it ... Djall 's offspring will uprise inside here. ''

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

He then brought his brass closer to hers, his teeth were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a second and smelled daisy like an animal, then a tenacious apoplexy with his natural language licked her from her neck then ups the slope of her aspect, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your variety has n't been on this Earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pants as if he was in a hurry to strip her. Something about her perfume and tasting caused him to go into a frenzy.

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

'' What do you mean ? I 'm just a person ! 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 Thomas More. And then gunshots erupted on the merchant ship floor, men were yelling throughout the hallway. When she heard gunfire, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The strange amand with the trumpet continued to yank and tug at her pants until it was halfway down her thigh. Though the gunshots almost seemed endless, the deranged man with horns did n't appear to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So if I do n't protest and cave in your Maker offspring, I 'll induce a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a unruffled interpreter. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her paw move back to her chest, where she undid a few button of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a appearance, of course of study, but somewhere thick down, perhaps it wasn't.

His grinning was a villainous one as she appeared to generate in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his sass. It was a foresightful skinny and forked clapper like that of a snake. His center also began to change over as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her endanger pelt. 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 animal to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to stance it to penetrate her.

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

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

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

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in skepticism with his concluding Word, `` No, impossible ! I am aeonian ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

Mr O approached and taunted, `` If you knew who I was, then you should 've known better and made sure I was dead before enjoying some sexy sentence with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Danton True Young girl 's pulsing, the girl that was flowing with the man 's come. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the son of a bitch 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 off few shots from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the can and cleaned the now-dry ejaculate from the other girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't recognise who you are, sweetie, but if you have someone to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or constabulary station. Somewhere safe. Get a forenoon after pill and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the young lady hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the billet, glad the shots had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the federal agency. `` We have a containment crew en route. They 'll be treating the female child, it 's possible they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional practice of medicine wo n't be able to help them. Let 's headway back to Madelyn 's home until we have more details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a fiddling 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 approach coming to worry for the girls and she nodded some. `` trade good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the house, she walked toward the door. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin they were using to cite ... Djall ? He said in two moonlight or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a articulated lorry surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would mobilise him here, his following are normally found in Eastern EC. Djall is an Albanian divinity, the god of youth and manfulness. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the picture were some sorting of attunement runic letter. A means to spend a penny her consistence capable of his acceptance. But, two moonlight, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to separate Mister O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' okeh, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a eff virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US filth, abstinence is not really a strong American English tradition these days, '' Mister O continued.

The blond followed Mister O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at to the lowest degree in the old stories and wives tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the commentary about there not being many Virgo in America, nodding and letting out a small laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it alfresco, a helicopter hovered over the street while large new wave pulled in. From the eggbeater, men and adult female in tactical train fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the van, many in dark case arrived.

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

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of people in the grim suit with scrap boots. `` I was able to ring in for supporter when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the tusk man referred to her kind which left Mr. O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you feel anything outside of the norm ? case, a buzzing in your idea, or second sight like visions, or do you actually see affair manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your variety'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't cypher it out now, it 'll deliver to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Day behind. ''

Daisy shook her brain a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't consider so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just in the end few days. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of course of action. That 's what 's of import right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

time of day earlier, in an undisclosed location, a small abandoned town is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and toughie. Many roam with blowtorch in their paw as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and marker. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the intelligence of a man in explosive charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the townspeople through the window. He appeared in his forty and had gray pilus. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her empty family home by some creep and taken to a edifice full of scumbags and miserable daughter forced to slumber with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to denude naked and be examined multiple sentence. She 'd only been fed gross, insensate food and given piss to drink. Now she was dressed in the dress she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high air-sleeve and flat to equal. Her pilus was messed up and her physical composition was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in movement of the church building, then the men inside dismounted the vehicle only to open the side doorway. Though the two men in the van looked normal, those that stood in cloak and hood seemed different as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their hoods and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the sporting house, they all had horns coming out of their brow. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their oral sex while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard people talk about Djall for the past few days but none of them would secernate her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cap, the teenager 's optic widened and she could n't help oneself but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her voiced, raspy spokesperson. A voice boy had always described as aphrodisiacal and mature.

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

She was so confused as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their head teacher. Then, when she heard that representative ring out, her pelt got even more picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghost. Looking over in the focal point of the vox, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` dada ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the girl trailed off. There was obvious care in her oculus and she did n't know what to opine or do.

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

As the man sat down on his own chair, the quietus of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the ground. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her forefront when he told her to bring a seat.

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

Her founder began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should cognise. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been alive a hanker time. When I met your female parent, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to watch you grow. But what you have to understand is that my life 's intent was to recover the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant interminable life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many scholar I had taught in my college learning arts form, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your first year of college and came to chatter me in my classroom. Do you call up how I showed you my nontextual matter ? The rune glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runes, I knew I had to get them home and entrust 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 comrade know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. allow me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't progress to horse sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story 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 eyes.

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

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

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her unseasoned digit, the youthfulness in her face as well as her teenage style of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something dissimilar. She was Sir Thomas More than just the nineteen year old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to understand, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long meter, longer than nearly. You see, I have found a way to jockey death Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to US in 1939 when the Italy invaded my plate of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artifact that my kin group and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a foreign statute made of bronze sitting at the communion table of the church.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His body leaned back slightly with his hands holding up at the English. Another worry detail was that of the forest god 's phallus depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely phallic creatures.

Madelyn crossed her arms over her thorax and watched her Father of the Church as he spoke. She tried to heed to what he was saying and follow the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi moving picture or Lovecraft story. It was strange to hear him babble out like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be sober ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a frown, running a manus through her longsighted blue hair's-breadth.

'' They ca n't get back mamma, it does n't function like that and if it did, something would go wrong, you know that it does n't lick that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all crazy ! '' Madelyn said and then took a abstruse breath, `` Please say me this is all some sort of gag ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her muscularity. And then her father raised his hired hand at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a horse sense of earnestness and a after part tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will suit clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign language.

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

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to forestall her leakage, yet their manpower reached out to her as if they wanted to palpate her organic structure with their hands. `` The vas is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall add up to life ! ''

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

It was obvious they wanted her to follow as her father continued while the darkness walls of the Christian church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to beam. Her father stared at it for a mo, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his forehead as similar markings on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth when her founding father began to grow car horn and glow. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some make-up or something but now, she was amazed. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her consistence, touching to grope and caress or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to shin or really even speak. This could n't be veridical. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two moon

present time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to honk in the shopping centre console. Mr. O then pressed a release on the vehicle which caused the Saami LCD admonisher as before to pop up in the splashboard, in the screen was a blonde woman that began to talk with a European accent, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Sami deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape crop, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, natality, and religious hug drug. ``

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

'' standstill by, we will let you lie with when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, keep on me posted,"he replied.

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

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

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm certain you have questions that needs result, and we do too. Like how you knew about antediluvian cryptic computer code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your religious service today and we will be in bear upon if you should decide to witness answers to those doubt. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to accept you to any destination you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the nominal head threshold without even a hug or a handclasp. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her sassing and shook her point.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to respond. She did n't really recall either of them owed the former anything. She wanted to see the missy returned to base hit and wanted to love what the satyr meant but she did n't recognize what to do. `` goodbye, '' she said and waved a minuscule bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole Christian church as if she were there. She began to take care around and see all the affair going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely bare and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid 20. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her articulatio coxae to pleasure him. There were plenty of young lady there seeking to take massive joy from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from exposure as the father. She made her way close and could see the cleaning lady orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingers in the John Milton Cage Jr. to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the youthful daughter, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go away to see any detail that would moderate them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor sense 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 Ithiel Town. Outside of the church service seemed stark. But then, there was one sign that left a clue to their location. A wooden C. W. Post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a sign that read, `` Two lunation vineyard. ``

The further away from the church, the stranger the town seemed ... or at least in the stellar aeroplane. A fateful raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a plenty of ravens flew in circles around her which eventually caused dim dope to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eye widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and purl around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the bleak weed, a man in dour and torn habiliment emerged. The smoke seemed to emanate from him, but his head was covered in a black bag while wielding two petroleum looking blades. He approached Daisy with his chief down and sound reflection of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the sonorousness got louder, she covered her capitulum and shrank away from him before a couplet of sprouted wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose interpreter spoke gently and pierced through the reverberation as his wings embraced her.

The airless the smoky shadow one approached, the louder the whispers as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reaching, behind Daisy that fellow mollify spokesperson had spoken, `` Wake up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to get it on that there were early forces at body of work. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to know better than to discount a track, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to work on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

'' come inside, '' he instructed as he opened the presence door.

Inside, the menage was filled with sherlock in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a foreign forensics investigation of the sign of the zodiac. Mister O continued into the sign trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd mind to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how interfering the pocket-size family nursing home had gotten since just a few minute ago. There were a lot to a greater extent people here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their gear. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the service department were a few men in different gear, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on even vesture such as denim drawers or cargos with t-shirts along with black tactical geared wheel. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this gang was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in specific was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking ones had nape and beards with short hair, this early gentlemen had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fighting sword.

'' Well, O, gladiola yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` well hello, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me young man, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed charismatic though his eye were a tone of red with pallid skin.

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

'' okay, Daisy, this is the bang squad that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short circuit one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys formal cap is Doc holiday, our trefoil. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you please explicate 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 sinister berth, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in non-white clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a amobarbital sodium haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the midriff of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye scene of what I think was grape playing area. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape Fields ? '' Mr. O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of fertility, spiritual ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine making. A hedonistic deity. It would make good sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine-coloured, like near grapeshot subject, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into dungaree and a T-shirt with the boot and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to look on the map.

dude being his normal self tried to ca-ca light of a grievous state of affairs, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to sting, '' he said as his smile revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mr O as he went through all of the cognitive process in his promontory to visualize out what it was she had told him. Then, as clotheshorse talked to her again, she turned her head to look at him and then gasped a lilliputian as he revealed his fangs.

'' okey, clotheshorse, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pouches of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several possible locations with vinery. Do you retrieve anything else ? ``

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

'' Two lunar month vinery ? '' Mister O replied to confirm her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the humanity in two Moon, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in subvert act, 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 synodic month. But it all made sensation now.

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

'' well, doll, what is that ? '' said fashion plate as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven fledge stuck on her foundation. ``

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

Mister O and the rest period looked at each other for a bit, `` We need to be active now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an Assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his handgun on his second joint holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of decease and doomsday. They're usually found near infirmary, cataclysm, terrorist onrush. ''

'' Or all over Everglade State, '' Doc vacation chimed in.

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

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

Chapter 6 - Negroid Raven Down

The thrust in one of the trucks was n't much significant. A lot of the team members including Mister O spent most of the drive lockup and loading their hitman and calibrating their CRO.

'' We got a fix on Two Sun Myung Moon Vineyards, '' said Mr O, `` Only problem is, we have respective township that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to serve us name which town looks familiar to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' smash squad Operator war hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more in high spirits testosterone muscle straits type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to facilitate them figure out which townsfolk was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be loose to secernate, everything 's absolutely there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a small smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't heed it too much.

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

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

exterior of the truck in an open air theatre, two helicopter with spinning brand awaited them to display panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One Time, '' and Hawk boarded one helicopter while Doc holiday, fop, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr. O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to repulse the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The chopper although dark blue sky seemed as nigrify as the Night itself, unmarked and solid state in people of colour. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her headway simply in reply to what boyfriend said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her apartment ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her life. She 'd try to get a formula job, avoid her old friend and her ex, call her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unconvincing. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some weird hoot surrounded by men with ravishment rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on paired last of the helicopter with their accelerator pedal pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each other over the loud propellor noise as well as with the former helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state of matter lines, the vinery should be about 15 min out. ``

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

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

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

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

Then all of the sudden a peck of ravens flew along side of the eggbeater, first Doc vacation spread fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side of meat to side. The raven poofed into smuggled smoking and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the tool appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't recognise what to do as she watched the spell pilot was eliminated.

Doc vacation unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his handgun to fool at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the side of the eggbeater slashing away at the locomotive engine. Beau unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the eggbeater grabbing the puppet taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

'' O, We 're going down ! ! '' said Doc Holiday as the eggbeater began to whirl out of control. Daisy was frantic when they said their whirlybird was going down. She quickly unbuckled but did n't roll in the hay what else to do.

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

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

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that present moment time felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smile like when she tried to search her portion for the cathouse which caught his care, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to admit it to her, but that mess of her in the out of control chopper was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his shoulder to help her twain for the impending crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her center tight and squeezed her limb around Mr O. She was n't for sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the side by side few bit. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyard, though not a verbatim crash but still spin around and slide across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at high speed.

It felt as if gravity slipped away from around them as her substructure stopped touching the metal floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the earth, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mr O would find themselves somewhat rubber on the terra firma, far from the crash. She 'd never experience how they were saved, but they were.

Mr. O opened his optic and got up right away and saw Daisy laying adjacent to him. The chopper clangoring site was a good stat mi away. How they ended up so far from the chopper was a enigma.

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the letch that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as pedigree sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a peculiar demand of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the church to carry on their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To temptation

Madelyn, for the start little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her yearn journeying, and gagged because she would n't blockade crying and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual turn and darkness rituals in strawman of her and it seemed to ingest some effect on the young girl. Her Father-God had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her more than accepting of her circumstances. She was more teachable, more quiet, more stoic. The previous night, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the char in the cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and hand bathed her. She did n't press it. She almost seemed to savour the special attention.

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

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in different places along her curvaceous body. She did n't discern them and no one would tell 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 ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few minute before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some forcefulness she did n't have intercourse and she 'd gone into a abstruse, wickedness sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no fading in and out or waking up and going back to eternal rest. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very poor people state from the wallop and the dragging. Some equipment casualty may give been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

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

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

Mister O laughed and then spat descent, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your figure is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your shoemaker's last gens is cock. And here you are trying to muster a low rate divinity so fucking terra incognita we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to memorise more about him. ''

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

Hermann did n't look too delight. Perhaps not the form of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laugh will work into sorrowfulness when I bring my God into this pitiful reality, '' Hermann warned.

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

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maidens, wine-colored was served by female cultists appearing to be delight slaves for the observance. Arminius, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slaves wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed calm down as she watched the picture when the man woke up, then heard her father present the beginning of the observance. A snow flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the striver approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't consume to drag out her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a oceanic abyss breath, stood up and let them aim her paw and aid her step down from the political program that the cage was one. The young woman was completely naked in front of everyone in the church building and seemed to be doing a well job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremonial occasion drew near to its principal event, many of the participant crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the char interloper, she will now connect in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urges with two of the female slaves.

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

One fair sex in exceptional sat on Mr O 's lap taunting him and holding his brass in the instruction of the altar. `` You 'll get to observe your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The billet was definitely an embarrassing one for Mister O. It seemed once the lech got engaged in sexual activities, much of their care become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how sharp those claw were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more slenderize, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her soundbox had a little more due date to it, though with slightly smaller white meat than the younger girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the charwoman started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever chore they were trying to fulfil or whatever place they needed to put the appurtenance. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with image jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a delivery to finalise her raiment for the ceremony while her father continued to stuff and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While about of the satyrs thrusted savagely into their distaff partners like feral animal, Hermann stood there breathing hard while the adult female he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a manner to develop like the others. He had grown his horn, but much of his face still resembled his humanly build. His fount still familiar to Madelyn as her Padre.

The other satyrs'lower body were furry, practically like those depicted in art along with adhere groundwork, but still retained homo shaped leg. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely influence pecker. In Renaissance art, letch were often depicted as phallic creatures and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the Sami uniquely shaped pecker as he did. It was red and the prick knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head circumstances was much Sir Thomas More of the coarse mushroom chassis. The former, his peter was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither region was skinny per se, but the peter appeared to extend more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the women servicing Hermann stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` hold your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone of voice while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the early girlfriend. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in movement of her Fatherhood and told to hand him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her lips pressed to his softly and she let her eyes fall closed. She went to go back down on her prostrate feet, but before she could, something seemed to excite inside her. She went back to his sassing and gave him a hungry, passionate osculation, letting her arms wrapper around his neck.

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

One of the satyr approached Daisy from prat, his knotted shaped dick began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the bordello had. It seemed each burl had a level of foreplay. The early with the horse like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the early touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a fiddling as the two oddly shaped prick teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clit. This seemed to be having an burden on the blonde, causing her to squirm more and close her eyes as her skin flushed a trivial bit as it heated up from her organic structure experiencing the pleasance. She almost looked like a female child in the center of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked tongue as it stretched out to twine around her neck only to slither along her skin. The former, also having a double tongue licked her from the bottom of her chin then up her lips trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her cervix and started to lick her skin, her breathing space caught in her throat and she leaned her headspring back a bit more, almost seeming to love the feeling, even as the former started to cream her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to retain these two from just forcing themselves to require her, but it seemed as if they could fall back their control any second. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadow man with a fellow voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you trust this or, do you wish to balk ? Tell me what you truly lack. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at 1st Armin 's buss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming new lady he raised since her childhood. But the More their snog continued, the more he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the hard worker with his germ. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the striver, his glossa also transformed into the forked tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the other cleaning woman. It was light to enjoin. Madelyn did n't stop over the kiss, breathing out through her poke and bringing her body finisher to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the serious smiler but she definitely put the sweat and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned strong-growing as if he were merely trying to try her from inside her sassing. Pleasurable groan became beast like growls. 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 tongue out of her throat that dripped his now thick saliva which almost seemed slimy compared to humans.

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the striver. In front of his daughter, his pulled it out one slub at a prison term causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the woman 's pinko lips that had welcomed him. Then as the straits of his cock seemed dissimilar from the rest, though it retained the mushroom-shaped cloud flesh, the point portion seemed to continually travel and squeeze like a turn muscle. `` clean and jerk it up, '' Arminius demanded, `` my blue holy man. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her articulatio genus and she looked up at him with her big K eyes, licking the loggerheaded saliva off her lips. He told her to pick him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself thin down and clobber some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the beginning discernment, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his unusual shaft, seeming to let 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 lap, Armin 's peter seemed to reply to Madelyn as each Calidris canutus touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to ooze out more of his seed. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humans he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her nerve below him servicing his dark desires.

The depravity was serving their ceremony quite well. The more she licked, the more it seemed to involve the others as the Energy Department became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the familiar voice spoke in Daisy 's brain again, `` Do you need that inside you ? Do you want to savor it ? '' He asked.

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

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

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning cover

Armin roared as he felt her mouthpiece bob on his cock. While inside her mouth, it was exculpate his cock reacted to every single touch sensation. The other two forest god may receive backed off to let Daisy go about Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to smack her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transubstantiate as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final examination ingredient to give each one their last form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the lech laid down and began to taste her now-damp twat. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly salary increase and fall in a rhythm method of birth control with his drubbing and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at handwriting ... and oral cavity.

Her drumhead bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few clock time and causing her own saliva to mix with his juices dribbling down her Kuki-Chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed athirst and goaded to do this. Letting her own hired hand nightfall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the circumstances of the cock her mouth could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the Equus caballus cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to have intercourse not to infiltrate 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 nix else since the solid drive. first-class honours degree your Father-God, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his peter against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her headway back against his chest of drawers, seeming to revel in the words and the touch sensation of his tease. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the humble contribution of the turncock enthusiastically, a little smile coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her trunk against his chest of drawers gave him a blissful expression on his face, a perverse look of gratification even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the delight of royal line under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her articulatio genus having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his dick while she stroked the beam while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's virgin twat.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the satyr put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her virgin pussy lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her Fatherhood 's tool and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the honest-to-goodness girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

As more letch approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her metrical foot. These frightening animal of tale seeming to beg for her affectionateness, `` tolerate me to pleasure you, our holy place vessel ! '' they begged. The other forest god were touching her and begging her to let them delight her and she moaned and responded to their touches and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable post while a striver and lecher continued to make unholy love above him caused him to give up the span away, but as it seemed they did n't oppose to him. It was then another two lech took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the young lady.

'' Trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my girl, my watercraft. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the jibe of his beaded dick and slid their brim towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` appearance your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lust was too potent inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own paw back up and began to fondle his declamatory nut as her back talk pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to part it with Madelyn. By the clip they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his shaft, both trying to get as practically as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various action going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this completely place was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a virgin putrescence, but the sum up mother wit of betrayal corruption ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not pain in the neck and betrayal. mortal else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much thought into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not often else she could say. She felt dreaded for him having to observe this, but she could n't arrest herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a low component part of her could care right-hand now.

The forest god underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juice as they flowed on his mouth like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to combust inside the slave riding him. The other slaves took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark soil.

Meanwhile, the lecher with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thigh causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her trunk up and down letting her inner thigh and pussy feel his horse like cock pulsate and vellication while the slave with the tip in her mouthpiece minimized the mickle on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr push her tight legs together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, sonant skin of her thighs and she knew there was a young lady at the end of his putz, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his tool, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to study him her mouth. He loved seeing how perverted Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the early satyr 's lap while her brim wrapped around his own cock. He then pushed Daisy 's straits underneath, `` houseclean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to work up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her don into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's forefront motion from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the bidding and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's peg, loving the gustatory perception and flavour of it in her mouth.

Hermann began pushing forward at his hips each time Madelyn bobbed her read/write head forward trying to experience her deeper inside her mouth with each thrusting. The girl had ceased to be his daughter, his blue angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her oral cavity, the fountainhead of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to palpate more.

Madelyn 's eye were broad. Normally she would suffer closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her environment and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, gullible eyes looked around at the early satyrs, up at her Fatherhood and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going mystifying than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much to a greater extent skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the turncock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thick and unworthy, much salty than a homo. Even the semblance resembled a yellow or tan quality to it rather than Patrick White. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented subversion, sexual stain. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to strangle her nerve on his rough skinned glob.

Being a satyr himself and from his last transformation during his passionate candy kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's get down consistency finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry pegleg, the cloven pes. His balls had dark tegument and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body olfactory sensation. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with swither. But the more he thrusted his dick into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his orchis continued to smother the low component 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 deplume Madelyn closer to Daisy 's consistence wanting her to range on her lap in hopes to figure out them both. Yet another lech approached Madelyn and licked her from tail in her petite lilliputian hole that was hidden between her butt cheeks. Before anyone had realized it, many men were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his binding, with his separate knife the forest god continued to figure out Daisy 's afters pink flower. His glossa stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each slug, his slobber coated her scissure. Watching Madelyn 's twat as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a bulwark of her soon fading naturalness hovering over his face made him insatiable as he gave her one hanker CVA of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the other satyr did n't mind licking her hindquarters hole, tasting her sensitive parts of her pin-up tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the letch licked their pussies together with his farsighted 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 jounce, she certainly did n't seem to take care. She just kept working on her father 's tool, swallowing all his icteric precum and gagging on the head as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to intensify the site. With hired hand movements, he commanded all others to indorse away from the two. A slave had brought him a chairperson to sit on while he still demanded another striver to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the double-crosser perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and tongue, '' he commanded. This was an obvious labor to influence the two Thomas More into their sensual depravity.

Daisy had been about to propose her cunt to Armin since the shady figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circuit of depraved letch. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and corpuscle of xanthous seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a display. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was singular why they were n't getting to things already but did n't search too tip over about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each former. In an heartbeat, they began to gain out fiercely, wrapping their weapon system around each early and kissing in a heated passion, letting their tongues dancing in each other 's rima oris.

They 'd go from that every few import and clean the cum off the former 's face and then go back to their kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to mash furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this fleshly saltation, showing her Danton True Young pardner the circle of being with another woman.

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

The other satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the dwarf man as he stood next to Arminius. He then appeared to combine with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for timeless existence ? creep back to me, sweetling. Take my phallus in your lip one last clock time before I take your body. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her brain again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not desire your pain to end ? Did you not savor this flavor of being craved ? The leash is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can sense you. It is the link between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will leave. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my pinch, keep me tether to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when time seemed to stop and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the row he said and they had an force on her. An overwhelming wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to depart her alone.

This lonesomeness had always been give in her life, she always felt the want to belong to to person or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary button from the human beings she knew.

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

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

'' Isaac Mayer Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the flatware collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Arminius seemed different. His body still the Lapp as it had been as a satyr, but there was a singular Energy about him. The man with the familiar spirit interpreter could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

Arminius used one hand to betoken Madelyn to set about. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was sentence to enjoy her body. `` Pleasure me, '' Arminius demanded.

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

While Armin held his tidal bore cock in position to Daisy 's bend, the representative spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No proceeds

The capitulum of his putz pressing against her bitch sass made Daisy postulate it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no metre. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her coxa down, the bombastic, thick, knotted cock slid easily into her with simply minimum stretching and force-out required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her sassing. Then each international nautical mile that seemed to pulsate with each submission. A loud, late groan escaped Daisy 's lips as air mile after knot and inch after column inch penetrated her and slid cryptic inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged trench inside her.

Arminius sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's brain between his own stage. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her side against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in voiced fur to get to up for the rough skin, but he wanted his little young lady to be part of his misdemeanor of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of class, there was n't a lot military force required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough pelt. She had to arrest 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 humiliated belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to mosh her back down. The shape of his hammer was unparalleled, it was more rocky. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her venter to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitation on her face when he began to pull up her fit body up and bang it back down. The flesh of his rooster made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvis to help him, then put her deal on his shoulder joint to stabilize her torso so she did n't fall over with the force of him fucking her. The mastery, the lustfulness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the shoe collar the first prison term, but when the oral sex of his stopcock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Armin was no longer a man, but a beast, a mythologic beast of pure lustfulness. Even his lump began slap Madelyn 's face the more than he continued to pump his coxa like an animal.

Daisy was still crying out in intense joy as he began to savagely thrust into her tight, knavish cunt. Her consistency was being shaken and jolted with each of his vivid 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 skillful hard push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transmute again, the extrusion from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscleman began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eyes were spacious as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage jab, using her body for his pleasure. His knife came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a Hydra and slithered around on her backtalk. spit flowed freely the more his tongue moved.

Daisy, when he gave that first thrust into her, spread her ramification wide around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That thrust was tough and savage. When he began again, after he began to vary, she wrapped her toned legs tight around him and leaned her point back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

As his cock grew inside her, it increased the stretch and bother. Daisy only seemed to fee off of it more and he kept ramming into her soundbox and causing her to groan out loudly and proceed with each stab. `` shuffling me yours ! Please ! '' she cried out.

He answers her supplication. Armin began to look Sir Thomas More beast like rather than human with his rapid thrusts. He laid her down on her backrest and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to twin.

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

Arminius sat upright and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much freehanded that he could grab her waist with one manus and face lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of excrescence from his Calidris canutus 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 bulge.

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

Hermann 's dead body positioning was also very animal like, or yet more inhuman. preferably than thrusting while on his knee as most would in that particular position between their partner 's ramification as she lay on her back, Armin was in a hunker status thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

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

Daisy was laying on her back and taking Armin like a fancy woman. Her hips were raised, her ramification were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and acute, her dresser was heaving, her nails were scratching at the forest beneath her. She was in carnal seventh heaven and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to advance evolve. Unlike the human like shaped legs, Arminius 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's pegleg. His legs continued to change its pattern into a caprine animal like form giving him more tractableness to shove relentlessly in his squat lieu.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those notches moving back and forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, storm moan and put her hired man on her don 's shoulders.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to replete Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His facial expression had a perverted facial expression to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and Brown whiskers began to maturate under his jaw. His center had been like as if he were in a enchantment of some sort, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a craze. She was grinding her hip joint intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's tegument, letting all of them labour against her virgin snatch and feeling her juice making Daisy 's skin below her glitter, combining with the fret. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to hold on her ample breasts and liquidity crisis and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Hermann shoved his cock into her with one stopping point final examination push, he slammed his phallus trench inside Daisy as his turncock went into convulsions spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the hump, his hammer twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax 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, yellowish seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the peter to make a inferno of a smelly, sticky pile between their legs.

Arminius howled in delight as he his transmutation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremor pushing out the last spurts of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was subdued, yet firm. Furry a lot like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a derriere, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his dick, but instead unbending bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hips and moved her handwriting down to roughly knead the moving, pulsing medulla oblongata as it erupted inside her.

'' Oh, she 's loving it, Daddy, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new process and gasped. It only took her a moment to grin and image out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her back talk, looking at him, her paw still massaging his peter under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to scrunch like an creature in his newly formed hind branch. He continued to smile in delight with more than bare satisfaction, instead it was a spirit of conquest. His hindquarters continued to slither around Madelyn 's trunk as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to insure it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her rim 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 attention.

Regaining a bit of his composure, possibly the calmness before the storm knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Hermann looked towards Mr O. `` Has the Guardian holy person broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

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

'' Still brave, but not for too often longer, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his Phallus one knot at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a gush of his smutty seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a ebullition of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those delicious sassing. Some dripped out in slow streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was cipher compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his laughingstock like peg, his humanity sprung upwards splashing his dripping emollient towards Madelyn 's body. His new manakin revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail end as if it were a trio, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck and led her to the bronze statue.

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her debut was about to commence. The statue was in the soma 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 post gave her enough room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's wooden leg were placed on each hired hand keeping them disseminate surface. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her branch and hooking them on the hands once she saw that it was what they were for.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final moments of her virginity. She was now perched in social movement of the unanimous way with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflower her with his depraved, yellow-bellied source and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Arminius while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become carnival secret plan to the respite of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their sensual orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his soundbox. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and hard thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her spring on his lap, two others approached with their priapic rarity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to number down from the immense high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the tip where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself parting of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was mere bit before his cock was shoved trench inside her used puss, sticky and slick magazine with the seed of their loss leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to travel her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no clock time. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the early and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't trusted how many wanted her. If they got originative, they could obtain mode to give her in more satisfying ways at the same time.

Mister O knew the lecher had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden bend up knife from one of his boot. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crowd continued to pour nigher to the statue, Mr. O had used the opportunity to escape and drop away away undetected from their distraction.

The lecher using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an target for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral exam pleasure from her began to transubstantiate. to the highest degree commonly, the Capricorn like hind legs. Soon the other letch took notice and wanted her soundbox to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be suitable of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female better half seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to give them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a senior high party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three putz with her mouth and hand. She 'd get knack over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many hammer in her mouth as she could, as flying as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her taste of it, came all over her font and torso. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind legs made the satyrs more nimble and flexible to have her in different positioning. One had Daisy straddling over his wooden leg face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her manpower on his shoulder joint and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a horse 's peter against her little whiz in between her can cheeks.

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

She loved being double over penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his stopcock into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and stretching over the head of his yearning cock. The more he sink it into her ass, the more set the shaft of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either English of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her wooden leg open to him, her fissure almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his fleshy tongue right on her tiny star below her virgin pussy. Then with a long heavy stroke, his glossa rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and continued upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breasts, a toilsome slobbering suck on each one leaving a worthless mess. Then his lingua continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her oral fissure.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouthpiece and then as he withdrew his tongue from her sass, a foresightful melodic line of his slimy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her organic structure. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale tegument. His tail rose up, now with more controller it seemed like it began to lube itself from the saliva on her body as it rubbed against her cutis.

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

Each Calidris canutus eager, the school principal wanting, the cutis itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's beloved. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue holy person 's pureness. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her mouth. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing savage in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his tush slightly tightening up with the volume. The heading continued to drive its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girlfriend clenched her clenched fist and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his gravid dick pushed against her tight, young kitty-cat. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her puss was. `` pappa ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a plea or a charge. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his back talk began to drip with more drool as his animalistic nature of a wolf needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her seal of pureness. Innocence forever lost to a noisome spear of foulness.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more intense wave of lustfulness crashed over her. She was their pouf now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this Night to death forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cock in every possible spot in her body. Madelyn was wanting to creep around to each one, covered in their cum and establish them the blessing of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a air mile inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in tough than before. He was not making love to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His dingy angel no more, instead his new foul lady of pleasure.

A few pearl of blood escaped her pussy but not much more than that. Her snatch 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 reach love life to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to have it off her like the creature they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his outflow. Fatigue and enfeeblement slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to bang his new breeding bitch of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A profane act of depravity, the contamination of sinlessness with grime, the dirty mating of beastly creatures and maiden. Arminius had forced himself inside her, his vulgar extremity nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the gibbousness formed by his oddly influence cock on her body. But, unlike the bulges he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The air mile did n't simply throb, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to writhe on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner rampart as her consistence swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, dyspnoeal interpreter. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her cries of pleasure were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a small hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and raspy articulation made it punishing to contrive very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the hammer moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his pelvic girdle back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her dead body pulled with him. Her hummock had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was beat inside her ! Such lawsuit were known to bump with the tribe of the werewolf coterie, but this was a first for a satyr. Inside her, his rooster continued to squirm even more on its own each fourth dimension he attempted to root for out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good flavor no uncertainty. If anything it tempted the brute like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her consistency the Same way, she grunted a fiddling and lowered her principal from its backward posture and opened her centre to look down in muddiness. The minginess now really dip in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his turncock out of her ... a ripe trouble to have got in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her tight walls squeeze him made him transude out his precum no doubt. Though worthless and thick, it aided in the lubrication outgrowth as his primeval urge consumed him causing him to jerk his coxa frantically trying to pull one burl out. He continued his hip movements stretching her rim as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the infliction was secure than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his footprint, she cried out in walking on air as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't acknowledge it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few min, short footling fit of intense joy that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real coming, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in warmth. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her tiny body. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him atonement to the former-man turned animal. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lewd delight as his knife hung out of his lip like an animal while his drivel flew with each swinging.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female hard worker enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyr covered her, baptized her in their indecent soil, the former girls licked her, trying to scavenge her. Some kissed her, rubbed their nude eubstance against her.

Daisy was in Shangri-la. She 'd done plenty of naughty things in here life with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to take shaft after dick in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft cutis. She was encouraging the female person to come and buss her ; lick her, perceptiveness her, share the cocks with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's hollow showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his stopcock inside her to act as a plug, then at initiatory opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to attract his penis out and let his filth drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky cream into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other girl over to her and pulled his cock out to resign the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the fille 's snatch, 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 clock time one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the girl, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her nice, plump was impudence undefendable for one of them who was basically waiting in line to shove himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her consistency like a rag doll as he fucked her cunt that was now completely ruined with yellowish, dried cum and fresh seminal fluid being constantly supplied to its athirst depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Saami. Soon, her ass would adopt the same path that her mouth and pussy had. Not to mention the dehydrated seed that was all over her, in her pilus, dripping from her lips, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to ferment more insane. One had already been pumping his horse pecker in her twat while making her ride him as he lay on his cover, another a beaded hammer in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a tertiary letch, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied twat. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even Sir Thomas More. Though he was only able to fit the foreland in, a striver seemed eager to aid him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his tool. They truly were brute, each filling her up trying to flush out the late load with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a nice, big turncock and had another man mounting her from tush and fucking her tight little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` piece of tail, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and facilitate. The oral sex popped in and she groaned loudly. `` dependable male child, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now parcel that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the metre period. She did n't sleep together if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could defecate you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could carry off a few of these mentation. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lust was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a breaker point that he could n't go forward further away, the pain was too heavy. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the infliction would settle. But there was toll, he also felt a duskiness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armor, nor the Hero coming to save the day. He definitely was null in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a coloured count.

Even his past life of romance was anything but Latinian language. Instead it was cheap one Nox stands, easy girls in foreign lands during naval port sojourn, or even the endless toxic family relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a bell on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't sense hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit breach hearted. Instead it was different, the rottenness seeping inside his own soulfulness made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his sword 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 spoilation as the victor. The corruption began to circularize, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn black.

There was constant speech sound of popping as Armin 's mile forced in and out of Madelyn 's plication. Not once did the head portion ever escape. Though the header was much thick-skulled than all the mi, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd flick her body as the head was caught in her tightness.

Madelyn was writhing and moaning and begging as he popped his mi in and out of her. When her body would move, she 'd 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 quarter, throughout Madelyn 's unseemly defloration, the empennage slithered among her body. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the can would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the buns tiff out on Madelyn 's mouth, the feel was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour smell. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her brim, she licked it off and opened her back talk in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her drop dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the arse began to rub against her lilliputian superstar in the back. With his precum coating the tooshie head, it began to force inward her diminutive asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the bottom went down under her and teased her ass golf hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the look of having two share 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 blue, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The speech were hard to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the dustup leave his lips. `` Yes, dada, your blue whore ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunt and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of room. His peter would accept felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelming Adam and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this tip. So, instead ; it felt like the best affair on solid ground as he continued to use her like a piece of sum. A piece of young, pretty, lovely nub that was there for the sole purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of natality, spiritual hug drug, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with delight, his priapic corruption began to wrestle even more rapidly inside her. His phallus grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his buttocks to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent body more and more. The rear end had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sore, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the same lastingness like his putz has. He had to extract it out from her ass. As his tail end retracted her dead body shuddered, a minor quantity of his cum squirted out from her bunghole. She loved the tactual sensation of that goo being splattered on her pallid skin.

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

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

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

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

Then, when her side by side job became exonerate, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Arminius, demanding her to suck on his balls to induce the gravid seed while his precum continued to drip most in all probability to provide a mucky pile on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough firing and licked along some of the fold as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet-flavored nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, first it was bead of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own dear that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her Virgo rip has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even know the full extent. But with each drop that managed to hang on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's nerve, it minuscule by little began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined Virgo the Virgin is made into a whore for their deity. Another slave laid following to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned formal. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big taste of juices, they 'd work their question toward each former and construct out for a few moments, exchanging their goody with each early, before going back to their new jobs.

His right hip drive, the very same that he blessed Daisy just moment earlier, and the slave next to her as wellspring was driving him into maniacal country. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a overemotional mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each push. His peg were damp, even his balls were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her peg cattle ranch wide-eyed as to not deprive the others of her dead body. Her plentiful thigh were broadcast and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the former slave underneath. Their downhearted bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and use would likely get it back to its convention, tap, pretty slit beau ideal.

For now, though, it still had piles of disgusting yellowness cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her cherubic juice. Each taking bit planting their own seminal fluid in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to film what they wanted from her. If they wanted to plunge their cargo in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her hips and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to percentage her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the woman of the street she was in this import.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his dirty cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each prison term he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to burgeon forth life in her productive dead body specifically, even if that life were an execration of beast and maiden.

Hermann was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul cock, each nose candy more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Arminius 's ass. She was being destroyed in the best way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the last spell 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 semen, wanted their god, wanted the come of the respite of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful breach into her once sanctified gem. Then looking down at her consistence, seeing the details of his cock through her peel on the bulges on her tummy, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drivel out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... ejaculate ! '' he said in a recondite raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his prostitute, she cried out in blissfulness. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that lastly, acute push that would direct every bit of his cock into spasm 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 tool began to writhe and twist as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final plunge into her ruined peak, every knot as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal bliss. He pulled her consistence into him with his shadower wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to repress his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow skank filled her consistency, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each air mile pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the head itself more fierce than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her finisher to his body, Madi 's head fell backward and her oculus closed while her rima oris fell open in a breathless, still screeching of gross animal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could finger every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, immature womb as she was unable to move or do much else besides just involve it.

With each incumbrance deposited, a outburst of his bitter cream gushed out onto Daisy 's face.

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her heart. Her part was almost gone. `` I feel ... ended ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to look up about the time he started to tear out. With each pop of his pecker exiting, she gasped. succus flew everywhere each clock time. When the head finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the little girl'faces but before too a great deal could be lost, she leaned up and attached her rima oris to Madelyn 's now-ruined pussy. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A faggot should n't scourge her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's cock to avail clean him up. The early lady friend soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an out-and-out mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Edgar Guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

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

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Night

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the darkness as the others were too sex drunkard to even notice. But this strange feel he had inside him, the rottenness was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the woman, parachuting in the bunch and join in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the forest god. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This primaeval corruption was driving him mad. He did n't like about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

rush outside despite the torture his soundbox felt, he found himself outside the church building. But, where the fuck was the townsfolk ? There was no townsfolk. Just an endless grape field. There was no helicopter crash sight within the aloofness, even as the moon shined there were no mint in range. He turned around and saw the church service, a strange vortex of clouds hovered above. Something was n't mighty, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his up-to-the-minute masterpiece. Spent nearly of his extended man life as an creative person, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze Department of State dripping of his seminal fluid was a sight to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head teacher with his beastly hired hand and pushed her face towards the statue 's now rear cock, `` You, stay here and revere Djall by cleaning him with your spit. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her foreland down and told her to scavenge the bronze hammer of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been flabby 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 mouth, turning her drumhead to watch what was happening by the altar. Arminius was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

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

Her chest filled with superbia and felicity then as if she were a objet d'art of heart and soul fed to dog-iron, Arminius simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex athirst beasts. He presented her to them as their fancy woman queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse shaped cock was the kickoff to find his new queen from inside. All others were in a rushing to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her sass and she opened them to let it in. She did n't hold to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussycat and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all initiate depositing their foul spunk into her and all over her, she 'd start 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 uterus and fuse it with their leader 's divine, disgusting seed.

The statue was quite large, the surface tasted just like that it was made from, bronze. Though the phallus was covered in sexual fluids giving it a better tang than the bronze itself. Armin appeared to be Thomas More pore on the statue than his own girl. It most likely would n't feature escaped his notice that Mr. O had vanished, but he did n't appear to give care. There was something else going on.

Meanwhile, it was a solemnisation of sorts. Perhaps the first meter in centuries, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their philia was that of tainting her with their disgusting cream. Many of them sang in a unusual language while the lecher fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her nubile kitty in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were able to get on behind her as her sawhorse cocked spouse straddled her over his lap with his goat pegleg in a squatting position, this new interloper from nates had been able to invade her keister. 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 harlot world-beater she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method of making it so two of them could have her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in presence had her compressed pussy squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the initiative substantial dick inside her plump ass. Her handwriting were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her mouth was servicing every cock that came its way.

Still her body never touching the dry land, her hand and feet were grabbed by others using her arm to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her brain, passing her back talk from one cock to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

spinal column at the statue, Armin sat on his can watching Daisy. His striver kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his trunk with their lingua. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze bit fell from the arm onto Daisy 's read/write head. Then the member, it seemed more elaborated, as if air mile were begining to originate on the shaft, but the head seemed to resemble the forefront of a Equus caballus cock. But the most interesting contingent, a purple liquidity seeped from the tip, a purple angelic smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to look over at Armin as he went to his throne, giving him a fiddling cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the snap 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 empurpled fluid. She looked at Armin again, then back at the statue.

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprises, Armin stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The little girl 's physical structure 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 mouthpiece and tongue.

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

She looked at it for a consequence skeptically but eventually bit her lip and leaned down, opening her oral fissure and taking a bit of it into her oral fissure. She looked incredibly surprised. `` It 's wine. Sweet wine, '' she said, looking up at him with her big, hopeful blueness eyes.

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the antediluvian Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grapevine harvest were among his blessing. Armin seemed to have an endearing spot for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her Kuki-Chin and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a little bit when Armin 's bridge player came up to her Chin and her eubstance kind of just moved smoothly with his mitt as he summoned her upright. She was his for right hand 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 clapper reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste perception alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three unlike womb including her own. But now his member reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the strait of moist flesh detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waist and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her wooden leg on the statue hands. The set up penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussycat rest on the shaft. Taking control of her hips once again, Hermann moved her pelvis to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected member.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same side that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her dandy with some sort of superbia. He moved her pelvic girdle against he erect bronze shaft and she moaned lowly and relaxed her eubstance. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

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

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

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her external respiration was heavy and she was very, very turn on. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Arminius, not her enigma man. She nodded at his watchword when he said that she could be the one to really matter and told her to love the statue. Lifting her pelvis, she sank down on the bronze cock and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

Outside Mister O continued to observe the church service, there were runes outside and their gleam was waning. When he looked up, he saw the synodic month was setting, but there was no sun rising. An sempiternal nighttime ? It was unknown, and then he began to see jiffy. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow motion through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr O dropped to his genu and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted putz was stuck inside her bum.

He could palpate all the details, her soft brass squeezing his bead lance, that slick and musky flavour inside her shit. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mr. O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the center of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the place and stimulate his head. When the vision faded, he looked to the field and saw a woman in a white garb at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the girl slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it set. He was n't sure what to throw of everything, or even this woman. The young mysterious woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare understructure and wore nothing but the pristine white garb that was almost like a see nightgown. She had deadly wan skin, grim hair, especially in comparison to her peel, and picket, ghostly bluing eyes.

'' Hello, Rebel, '' she said, her voice flaccid and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute vocalism of Madelyn, but to a greater extent mature. She looked down at the knife in his hand and showed no look, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Reb ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her frigidness, entitle hand moving down to take the hand he held the tongue in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The young woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd kick in him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little piece right hand now and I 'd be decently back in your headland. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar spirit. Like a family member you see in photographs. Or a alien you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreams but you could never think back 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 bad thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his paw and her own fingers went up to tinge his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his torso but an vivid longing and notion 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 confused. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up matter to a lot of masses, but lady, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so fellow he wondered, `` okey, you know everything about me, but who the fucking are you ? ``

He had asked her a few enquiry, what he had done to her, who she was, the like. `` No, I do n't cogitate so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her Chin. `` That would draw this all too well-off for you. Well ... naught will ever be well-heeled for you, except the affair 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 tattle directly to you. But now ... here I am. And I 'm here to stay, '' she mused with a cushy, eerily calm smile. `` You 'll envision it out eventually, I believe in you. ``

Then, as if she did n't induce to obey the laws of physics, her all eubstance slid around to resist behind his. Only her feet moved in slow steps. Her cool titty were pressed up against his back and the textile of the garb ruffled in the uneven twist of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. flash bulb of him and a Loretta Young cute lady friend with pink hair outlay time together. The dark she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be majestic of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a glad clip for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a Koran, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyrs in the most vivid detail.

Then, he saw the garden pink haired lady friend again. She was a bit older than the final time he saw her but not a good deal. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted taking into custody, articulatio radiocarpea and ankle cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly voluptuous jewellery.

She was laying on a sea of white and bootleg weather sheet and mantle. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a prick that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd recognize that. They were in their own trivial dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her bridge player fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the imagination, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed memory. Good memory board were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad 1 as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mr. O lost religious belief in humanness. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as a lot as it did with the pinko haired lady friend. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the inauspicious person about to take her from butt was a whole unlike story. She was small, fragile, a delicate flush. But as the devil revealed one of his many configuration, with his ugly extremity.

It was more hideous than any of the forest god, in many ways the shaft resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulky clenched fist for the head attached with articulatio radiocarpea like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the receive flavour on her face.

The looking on her cheek was not a learned facial expression or one that she put on for display. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The feel a fan might chip in going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a looking at of consummate cloud nine. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchain shackles of a recently freed striver. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her enthronisation.

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

Mister O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't oppose at all. The daughter only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker brightness level. `` That was Sadie, you remember her public figure, 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 mind acting prank on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could have saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't deserve to forget, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mr O maintained his scrap 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 leave. A few tears streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the wand of give tongue to rage.

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

As he would watch her, her completely form would appear to melt away into the night, before reappearing directly against his dead body. Her cold fingertips brought his Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, subdued lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still retrieve how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his oculus and then was gone.

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

His mitt shook as though he fought hard to defend himself, his cult could burst at any bit wanting to steep his blade into the miss. Then she asked if he remembered how to manage for mass. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to give care for people ? '' he responded in a note as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a prospicient metre ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flashgun of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his idea.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to shout out while Sir Thomas More flashes of her fount continued, `` My compassionateness for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in to the full apparent movement. There was no audio, just her face in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master key to bask her.

Mister O dropped on his knees, his boldness against the filth. He could n't quit seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The degeneracy 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 show up you ! '' he yelled as he got back on his feet. He faced towards the church with his knife drawn and saw red. His visual sense was blood red as he had intended to bring down his reckoning.

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the young lady was gone from his tidy sum. She was n't gone from his judgement, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient storyteller. She listened to his claptrap and rave and was surprised when he let the images into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creation.

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

Chapter 11 - madness ! Rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning runic letter diminished without the moon 's light. But the dark was eternal in this new strange place. The whiz twinkled and illuminated the theater of operations. Inside the church service, the festivities began to slow up down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of fuck. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to crack after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the Nox until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing row in her psyche 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 spreadhead for his bottom to slue into her practice cunt.

When Armin had helped her down feather from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` cock warmer '' keeping their crude member inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's rooster warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the number one night of her new stance.

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

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

She looked absolutely exhausted. So when Armin came over, she happily clung to him and went with him, letting him slip his cock 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 fatherly endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his sacrilegious form, it also seemed Daisy had become his favorite of the slaves next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's Whitney Young cunt felt amazing for Armin as he slid his phallus through her ruined pearl from behind. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's dresser. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to diffuse her with his tail. Soon his own legs and his coat of 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 extremity inside the girls, his cock still twitched to the look of being inside Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Hermann came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his putz into her tautness, she moaned and began to fix cute little speech sound as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other handwriting, made one happy sound as the backside slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds early than those of heavy breathing. The lust had released her and her creative thinker was going a hundred miles an hour.

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

What may seem like a calm down end to a night of festivity really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't block up thinking about it. He also could n't tell that it was his own thinker feeding into him with his icon. Then his mind shifted to older retentivity. As he approached the church with a haste in his walking, he saw his old comrades. His former military machine familiar that had perished before his eyes years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each face of his former mate flashed in his mind, a sudden burst of fad filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a drinkable and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull pattern on his face from the filth on the ground.

In his hateful wrath, Mr O smothered the letch 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no dubiety, but in close quarters it served a purpose. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to experience the pain.

The satyr slumped to the earth with his eyes wide undefendable in electric shock. As he lost his foothold, Mr O wanted his utmost slew to be the brass of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's center filled with sadness knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that aureole.

'' Rest in peeing, bunghole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat mindful. She was the first to see Mr. O as he came into the far entranceway of the big room. Her center widened and her oral fissure was clear. She did n't sleep together what he was going to do but even from this aloofness, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main arena where the all the satyrs and the slave girl were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the communion table close to Armin and company. She looked down at the vertical bronze penis with a incredulous look and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the issue that would fall.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stamp on the satyr 's head causing a crack auditory sensation. The corruption filling Mr. O 's someone was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The forest god screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the satyr 's read/write head and yelled out to the radical. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to hap yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could necessitate on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business concern. Madelyn did n't wake up from the noise. She really was incredibly wear off out.

Armin was wakeless asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's proclamation of war, his appendages retracted from both girls immediately as he woke up start. Just the same all the early satyrs and maidens woke up with a startled feel on their faces.

'' That 's two of your hot dog I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mr. O threatened as he held the bloody sword pointed at him. `` One at your brothel, and another in the former room. I 'm your blood sacrifice, right ? You want my blood ? semen and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The first lech lunged towards Mr. O, yet his fad caused him to respond with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyrs were fighters, even with extra strength and ability, most could n't gibe with Mr. O 's furiousness and experience.

The maiden screamed in horror as they witnessed the forest god defeated to his skill. Though they may have been captives in the rootage, many of the maiden over had learn to fuck these beastly beast that were once men. They with whom they offered their torso to carry offspring now watched this lunatic pulsate them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved severe to Mr O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maidens hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk rage. When his book binding was turned, those that were hero among the forest god used the opportunity to gash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to devolve 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 drag him by his arm. As Mr O dragged him, he slashed at him furiously while staring at the bronze statue not knowing of the mystic lady that could only be seen by his eyes.

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

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mr O 's fight with the satyrs as both girl were staring wide eyed. Hermann told them that he needed to get them to safety and Daisy seemed to snap to natural action.

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Armin as if he was going to cave in her license. 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 year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in stupor and did n't resist.

He was surrounded with his back to the corner. He did n't let that stop his fury. `` I can run to Two lunar month, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff tone as if he were singing boot pack measure.

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

His prospect of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue mission. Not necessarily a suicide commission either, instead he just wanted to defend. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his substantiation, the grounds for his existence.

The nighttime haired char stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't appear disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly blue eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a step down off the political platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a blinding white light shone through the building and the two miss were gone. She did n't seem to care about the former females.

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

Mr O lashed forward screaming with all the furore in his darkening somebody when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the mysterious womanhood had gave him guidance he took a deep breath and made his way out.

The moonlight had set in this ceaseless night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no preindication of the eggbeater crash sight therefore there were no strike squad 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 hitch. His back was covered with cuts. Even his shoulder bled out, most of his clothing was soaked in his own pedigree.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the auditory sensation of his deep breathing time. Then he saw her blonde hair, her burnished blond hair as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to set about, but his vision was fading. He was losing too much blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a phrase `` MEMENTO MORI. '' As his vision was turning blackened, Mr. O saw his tattoo and said in a formula speechmaking vocalism, `` memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The wickedness haired cleaning lady could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and imagination began to go. She just shook her mind and sighed. She did n't screw if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let events stretch as they would. The little girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lecher would administer.

Daisy did n't know what happened. She felt a cold wash over her and then her senses were gone. The two daughter appeared in a shadow, hollow clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter clangoring.

Madelyn would take some time to becharm up to what was happening. When the New York minute of light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd ways. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! wake up up ! '' Madi cried loudly and agitate Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take farseeing to inflame her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the lecher, she could recollect straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely take a breather from how hard she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared lenient and small and flared up into the same bright flash. When the light source cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

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

After they switched back to the tangible world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely capable to stay awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelm 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 knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their come all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both young lady and their uterus were still flooded with it.

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

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

'' He 's losing a lot of bloodline, I need to do a stemma transfusion. What 's your blood types ? '' Doc asked with a whole step of vexation. He 'd probably have questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the time.

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

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her weapons system and tied a safe strap around her bicep to cause the vein to show as well as with Mister O. Then with his med camp removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached impound needles to each end of a plastic tube which he stuck into her vena. Blood began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a squawk, '' Doc said to Mr. O while patting him on the binding.

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

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

When Beau put the coat around the young lady, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best to give him a grin. Daisy looked up at him for a minute and then back to her arm and Mister O.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daisy was starting to take root down a bit. She was still emotional, straiten and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a piddling broken, 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 brother too. ''

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

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

When Mr O thanked her for saving his lifetime, Daisy shook her head some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't recognize what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm meritless ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't know what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her voice hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first chopper had landed, it was a unlike mannequin from the one the Strike Team rode in. As the face doors opened, men and women in light tan weariness poured out. They all each also had on sluttish blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and snowy glove. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked standardized to those used by European military.

Then the loss leader of this squad dismounted from the eggbeater. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a small-arm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius flair sword. He had light browned skin, pitch blackness rippled hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the womanhood 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 mantle, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the moment, '' Mr. 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 Roma, 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 talk to Mister O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really sure what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

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

Daisy had smiled at sheik for the get-go prison term and nodded, pulling the unit of the coat around her as he left and looking between George and Mr. 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 line, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` semen along, cher. Do n't yah interest ‘ bout a thing, yah with the unspoiled guy now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at foremost. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her base. The final hours had been spent in a variety of lascivious trance that was in risk of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the side of the helicopter and so a Cuban sandwich was needed. And would n't yah experience, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said clotheshorse. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, wench. I seemed to cause lost my fashion. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more of Team Edward or team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a touch tone, `` The satyros at the sporting house, the scoring on his physical structure were infernal. Old friend, be measured, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this whole pickle was a setup from the beginning. There was a mountain made with the satyros and mortal else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means ophidian. ''

'' Typical, of row there 's always another motherfucker up the food Ernst Boris Chain, '' Mr O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy petty ass in line with all the early assholes, '' Mister O responded.

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

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This entropy was starting to make more sense the Sir Thomas More the man explained it and it was beginning to frighten away her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a scourge and somebody was trying to take guardianship of her. Her cutis paled and she stared at the man with wide eyes. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

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

Then while Mister O was lifted on the capstone while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not know, '' Giorgio responded, `` The close entry in the computer logarithm at the whorehouse was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That nut, the pimp that you beat up, old acquaintance. It was no conjunction that he was at the Sami blank space you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's tending went back to Daisy, `` Signora, I am regretful, but I do not screw your name. But the innovation was suppose to be that you extradite her to the house of ill repute. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this blank space. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old ally. Signora, we do not have it away where this all wind, but Italian capital will allow resources to investigate. ''

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

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

As they carried Mister O on a capstone, 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 proud of. Sometimes it 's what we did n't do that we 're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There 's no changing that. We 're all going to have to live with our sins, but do n't let it fuck you up. You 're a attack aircraft, you 're impregnable than that.

'' You 've kicked death in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs result, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this import on that makes the difference. '' It was then when they loaded Mr O on a helicopter while the federal agent directed Daisy to the early one. `` Remember what I said, Daisy. You 're a fighter aircraft, it 's what you do from here on in that makes a difference. ``

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been theatrical role of a program ? So now not only had she been turned into some wildcat'whore, she was now a pawn for some former 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 tell, she nodded at Mr O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was gladiola to not sustain the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to hear what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her middle and was led away.

Madelyn walked with swain and listened to his write up with intent. She was felicitous for this. It was keeping her intellect off the nighttime 's outcome and from wondering what was going to come about next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People shout out me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the team, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was wish ten, '' she said with a picayune 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 III, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the bird, '' dandy explained in the eggbeater as he saw Mr O led into the early eggbeater with Doc holiday and the former extremity of the bang team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his whirlybird, Beau smiled at her and patted her on the back. `` Ya safe now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't listen if I catch me some ravisher sopor, '' said Beau as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed box as the sun began to rise.

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a sonant grin 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 smooth and put her weapon around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the next few week, the young woman went down their own path. Daisy had a few day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of scraps that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calmness back and tried to learn to populate with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The masses who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't experience what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mr. O to contact her so they could run on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to slack and regain, though, as Mister O apparently had other business to attend to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of head and ask about Daisy and Mr O and dandy a lot. There had been one dark where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her look show about how disconcert and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The hoi polloi who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her prophylactic, since she obviously just could n't go back to her plate and normal life.

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

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

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

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

Mister O sighed, `` Is excogitation possible at this detail. ``

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

Mr. O then turned around and began walking away when the doc stopped him. `` Mister O, there 's one more thing. Your lineage, there 's a low trace of something. We do n't have a go at it what it is yet, but we want you to do back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking home. esteemed node from around the Nation gathered and marveled a the different art object of art. An blue woman is mesmerized by a specific piece.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his nontextual matter and noticed a faint glow in the recess of the canvass. `` Yes, I am. But, please. visit me Armin, '' he replied .