Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

When she awoke, the nursemaid at the rehab clinic told her that she would have died if it were n't for her best champion, It felt like she was the lone mortal she had left the only mortal who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced absolutely and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her opinion straight and recover to get better.

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go home. However, something felt unlike about sprightliness, about her torso, her mind. better than before, but different. She could n't explicate it.

It was late in the evening when a dark SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug habituation rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the fomite wearing his dark suit, inglorious polished chelsea kicking and his neatly cut sinister hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering heavy nape on his case.

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

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

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the center. She gasped and could n't help but catch. For some reason she felt compelled to find out the scene, feeling an irresistible impulse to and go about the man, the one in the suit.

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

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

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

"Three !"Mr. O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated state of affairs. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his articulatio genus and was begging the abrupt dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the law. 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 call the law on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

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

Doing her best to come out seemingly calm in manner, she took a late breath. After readying herself as dear she could her fundament brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vocalism, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

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

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

Mr 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 school principal causing him to go unconscious mind.

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

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

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 react, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious mind. Not surprising to her, it was the sharp-dressed man that seemed to get out winning. He then asked if she was going to facilitate 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 have a go at it. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it mean ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the early man. She was not all that turgid though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means lighter Conquers All,"Mr. O responded as he dragged the early man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my organization, it was code to accede secret catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not unremarkable soul spouts out antediluvian code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a bunch of people to watch, Mr. O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the proboscis. `` Okay, I do n't have a go at it 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 see up to you eventually. So delight save me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Then the computer screen filled with diverse phonograph record, police records, medical records all belonging to Daisy. The phonation known as the Eye continued, `` Greetings, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced all in not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no disk of affiliation to any occult order, faction, or shadow organization. Have a effective day. ''

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

'' Okay, so your name is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mr. O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we investigate and operate outside the realm of normal by societal standards. But what 's your taradiddle ? You some form of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - blueness Angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet suburbia. It was zilch out of the average. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularization.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, look, you probably have no melodic theme what the piece of tail is going on. But, I need your aid, '' Mr O asked as he dismounted the fomite and made his way towards the proboscis and opened the door. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. `` The forepart room access is unlocked, Daisy. Can you give it for me while I carry this arse inside ? ``

Daisy frowned when he mentioned the missing fille again. She wondered who this missing fille is, how old she was, how the man in the back 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 the door, she moved out of the truck and went to open the front doorway. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint class home base. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good ordering, save for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the mob portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage missy with colored blue hair, a real cute smile and a girl succeeding threshold type of smasher.

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

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

'' We 'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to examine his memory. But I wan na shew you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living way where many industrial plant of purloin art hung on the wall.

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

'' Her whole step father went missing about a few weeks ago, he 's an art professor in the local anaesthetic college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, '' he then pointed at a foreign pattern within the art, `` These are occult runes. He 's using art to cloak these rune. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runes. Do you palpate anything ? ``

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from spell to piece. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runic letter of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty well-fixed to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a instant and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't be intimate how to do any of this ... I do n't roll in the hay if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to have some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you hump if the runic letter have any tie-in to, like, specific occult rituals ? ``

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

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

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

Maddie,

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

Mister O continued to explicate to a greater extent, `` This email came in LE than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up assorted occult websites. Not the cheesy black letter fashion clobber, I 'm talking stuff under the centre of Venice. And then three days ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up constabulary phonograph record regarding the man, `` He 's a have it away pimp. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girlfriend barely able to keep their tutorship costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was safe news. aught he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the lady friend might be okay or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The girl 's mother was dead, her sire missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human vender. The email from the sire made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get tough from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a helping hand through her blond hair.

'' This totally thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the interior of her lip. `` The daughter is with her father ... somehow. I do n't make out how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this parentage up with the search story ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me sure, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was More of a thought out loud than a interrogative to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement 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, `` OK, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too a lot for you to plow. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat the selective information out of him. You can depart or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the room access and attacked the man as he entered and closed the doorway behind him.

Daisy took a deep breather when he said that he was going to go tick the information out of the man and she nodded. `` okey, '' she said and watched as he went to the doorway. While all this was going on, she seemed a little shaken but fairly tranquil given the billet. She walked to the front room access and stepped outside, pulling the ring of fag from her sac and lighting one. She let the nicotine calmness her nerves as the tantrum carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging speech sound could be heard. The commotion was enough to stimulate the close neighbors to peak out the windows.

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

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

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

'' We got a lead story, '' Mr. O said to Daisy as he straightened out his wear. `` You bequeath to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his liaison. Ultimately, I do n't reckon she 's there, but there has to be a clew. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

hour began to roll by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street ponce, he mostly deals with supernatural group. They usually have good funding mental process, therefore they can pay scum like Carl President Lyndon Johnson to rescue her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't concern, I have a team en route to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up level to convert the young lady for money with the cult. But, here 's the thing, based on the home portraiture and the family moving picture, we assume Madelyn has a unattackable adhesion with her pace father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing play, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the query remains, do you think the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explicate the site with the cult and the fancy man, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hairsbreadth. When he asked the interrogative, she frowned a little and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogation and I have a cat feeling about it. To me, the signs peak 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 care it at all, '' Mister O responded. He then switched on the car radio set and the send performing was that of the news. The more it aired, the more he looked annoyed by electric current events.

'' Today the United body politic has recognized two time Alfred Bernhard Nobel serenity Prize recipient, Sebastian nonpareil to lead the new cultivating island off the coast of Gronland, just magnetic north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and drive to better mankind has made him the ideal pick for this new colony, '' the radio set reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the design. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's toady and you 'll pretend to be person I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother host, I 'll tell them the crack phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some fucking reply. But, stay close to me, '' Mr. O explained.

Daisy seemed quite worry in the radio appearance and she could n't forecast out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no estimate who or what they were talking about, but something made her capitulum perk up and listen. Perhaps she was just eager to hear any news program in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of style to make herself look the share 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 pass on rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her hair some and few pocket-size daub 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 engagement and had teary middle recently. She still looked pretty and did n't attend like a huge pot but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

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

'' You look slap-up, '' he responded, `` I mean you look large in the sense that I believe it 'll sink. '' And then as they got off the throughway, they passed a polarity notifying their entering into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a beneficial life. But, within the community also lurked a undercover religious sect of cultists using the community to conceal their tail study. `` seem 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 short effort to the office of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to front out for their destination and she nodded some. Looking at all the buildings and home plate, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mister O circled around the auction block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a couple occlusion from the edifice and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the construction loading and unloading passenger.

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

Mr O then instructed Daisy, `` postdate my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus check across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Lapplander pip 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 wager the part. `` I can be a pretty good actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really take care the approximative handling. She knew it was share of the act. She put a vauntingly scowl on her face and let him drag her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd turn her body and try to promote against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and bedevil sigh and tell him to let her go.

Mister O did n't answer verbally as she played her office as she demanded to let her go as part of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the direction towards the building, it looked summation. Perhaps an old flat building with empty rooms with the elision of old bed used for service.

inside more homeless looking strayer stood near the entering, no doubt they were safeguard. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the renter social unit doorway were open, inside the sight of female child appearing to be in their college class, most looking foreign were being forced to function former men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated racket as he led her into the construction. She was looking around and giving dirty looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr. O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were precaution. When they got inside, she looked daze. theatrical role of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to take in her new environment. She was looking in the rooms at the poor little girl 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 pitiable young lady, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine, women, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the hoi polloi in the office. `` I work for Carl Lyndon Johnson, '' Mr O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular proposition seemed to be the honcho as he sat in the back of the function chewing on his food while he talked with a heavily accent, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, elbow room 314. We give you $ 500 redundant if she is vestal like girl with blue hair. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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 cover turned. He had no shirt on, but appeared to be pulling his pants back up.

Around his body were a duad of female pegleg, as he turned around he revealed a nude girl appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the post, Mr. O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her swollen vaginal lips. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a reasonably immature female child and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

Mister O did n't waver and pull back his shooting iron, but the strange man lunged forward in one leap and grabbed Mr O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mr O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the room door shut by itself locking Daisy and the former miserable young lady with the strange man.

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

'' Who I am is not of import, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slack paced walk, with each step his flush thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fertile bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal younker. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessing Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable urge to plant his seed. '' As he explains his intent with one hand around her and the former touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's offspring will grow inside here. ''

Daisy cried out again as she was pinned to the bulwark 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 female child and hoping she was going to try and help.

He then brought his brass finisher to hers, his teeth were like fangs, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animate being, then a long stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her face, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for centuries ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her pant as if he was in a hurry to peel her. Something about her scent and tasting caused him to go into a delirium.

Daisy grimaced a picayune when he smelled her and licked her neck and face. His hand was on her belly, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this metre it was different. 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 earth in a recollective clip.

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

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

With a look of insatiable 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 works 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 show his rule over this new rule. ''

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

He zipped down his trouser as his vile genus Phallus, a antic version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd physical body like that of a series of knots and stud piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her second joint along with her pantie and here he was pulling his rooster out of his drawers. This man did n't even look to notice the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not pick up them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her thighs, though he did not penetrate her, he savored the feel of her kitty rubbing against the top of the lance. However, assuming it was Mr. O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own self-respect.

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

'' So if I do n't withstand and give your lord issue, I 'll have a high fortune of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a quiet voice. `` Mm, then get me good and wet before you put that big matter in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her dresser, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a display, of row, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His grinning was a nefarious one as she appeared to hold in. As she unbuttoned a few clitoris on her blouse, his tongue escaped his back talk. It was a long skinny and forked glossa like that of a snake. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a Snake River as it slithered on her peril skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an beast to breed the fertile trunk ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his strange cock against her, angling it upwards to berth it to come home 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 pussycat again, causing her to gasp in a much different way.

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

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

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in disbelief with his final Good Book, `` No, unimaginable ! I am unceasing ! Djall has blessed me with immortality ! ''

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

Daisy winced with the for the first time few jibe from the office as she worked. She got a wet rag from the lavatory and cleaned the now-dry seed from the former girl 's vagina and thigh and then got her to awake up and helped her dress.

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

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

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. well ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable gag. He explained the place and how they had access coming to wish for the girls and she nodded some. `` 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 summon ... Djall ? He said in two lunar month or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a trucking rig surprises note, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would summon him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian immortal, the god of youth and manliness. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the picture were some sort of attunement rune. A means to have her body capable of his acceptation. But, two moons, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to severalize Mister O about what the man had told her, was gladiolus that she got the chance to do so.

'' OK, this makes more sense now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a bed virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstention is not really a unattackable American language tradition these twenty-four hour period, '' Mr O continued.

The blonde followed Mr. 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 tarradiddle. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the remark about there not being many Virgo the Virgin in America, nodding and letting out a small jape. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large new wave pulled in. From the helicopter, men and women in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to set about the building. From the avant-garde, many in dark case arrived.

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

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up work party and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of citizenry in the dark suits with combat iron heel. `` I was able to call in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the passel. It was so foreign to her. The woman said that they were taking it from here and Mr. O seemed to tally 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 horned man referred to her form which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you know anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your mind, or endorse sight like visions, or do you actually see matter manifest that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't cipher it out now, it 'll have to look until we find Madelyn, we 're already three solar day behind. ''

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

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

hour earlier, in an unrevealed location, a minor abandoned townspeople is now populated by unusual men in cloaks and goon. Many roam with torches in their hired hand as they circle around what was once a church service that had been regaled in strange glyphs and marking. Eerie effigies surround the Christian church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his XL and had gray pilus. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue saint arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her discharge house home by some weirdie and taken to a building full of scumbags and misfortunate girls forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to require her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip naked and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed stark, cold food and given water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high air sock and flat to rival. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

The van pulled up right in nominal head of the church, then the men inside dismounted the fomite only to open the side door. Though the two men in the van looked convention, those that stood in cloak and bonnet seemed unlike as they saw Madelyn.

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

Then one by one they removed their exhaust hood and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the brothel, they all had trump coming out of their forehead. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church building, each of the cloaked men bowed their head while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard citizenry talk about Djall for the past few solar day but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but stare. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, scratchy representative. A voice boy had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue backer, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to tattle about, my blue saint. You have no theme how extra you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that voice ring out, her peel got even more than pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a spectre. Looking over in the direction of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` pop ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these people ? Why are we here ? '' the missy trailed off. There was obvious veneration in her eye and she did n't sleep together what to consider or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no uncertainty he had cracking affectionateness for the Thomas Young girl, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chairman.

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

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many interrogation, sweetheart, but there are matter you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole liveliness and I 've been alive a long time. When I met your mother, 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 find it. How limited you were, and it was my greatest joy to find out you turn. But what you have to understand is that my life-time 's purpose was to chance the true vessel for Djall, for he can grant endless life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many bookman I had taught in my college learning artistry classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your showtime year of college and came to jaw me in my classroom. Do you commend how I showed you my art ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the augury, the glowing runic letter, I knew I had to require them dwelling house and allow them where Djall can look on 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 Brother know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to register you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying thing that did n't make sense to her. It sounded like he study it out of a Lovecraft taradiddle or something. She was so garbled and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was judder her head and fight the snag building up in her eye.

'' runic letter ? What are you talking about ? I do n't understand ... this is all crazy, '' she said with a sigh and shook her forefront more.

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

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

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

He looked at her dead body and took it in. Her young number, the juvenility in her face as well as her teenage style of clothes. Her forefather marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something unlike. She was more than just the 19 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 active for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to betray decease Itself, I had learned to defy aging. I first escaped to the States in 1939 when the Italy invaded my dwelling of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very authoritative artifact that my kinship group and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unknown statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the Christian church.

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her breast and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the thing he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft taradiddle. It was unknown to hear him talk like this. He was usually so logical and bright and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually harebrained.

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

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

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her begetter raised his hand at the others in a gesture to tranquillise them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of seriousness and a stern tone, `` You may not realise yet, but you will, soon it will become sack up '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a unusual extraneous language.

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

'' pop, time lag ! What is going on ? ! '' She darted out and tried to stick to him but the men stopped her.

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

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

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her don continued while the blue walls of the Christian church glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her sire stared at it for a moment, 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 father began to acquire trump and radiance. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some physical composition or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to scramble or really even utter. This could n't be genuine. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present meter, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the center console table. Mr O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the fascia, in the filmdom was a blonde woman that began to mouth with a European dialect, '' salutation, Operative O,

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

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nascency, this one in detail we believe was human being Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Saami deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Hellene as the god of grapevine harvest home, winemaking and wine itself, rite madness, fertility, and religious XTC. ``

'' That 's foreign, Dionysus was n't a immortal that promoted kidnapping, prostitution, and human trafficking. Instead he was more about consensual hedonism. Do we cognize anything else about where the cult might be located ? '' Mister O asked.

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

"Alright, observe me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the woman and then at Mr O a few time and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this lecture but trying to keep up. When the birdcall was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mr. O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great supporter, but you are a civilian and not a trained private investigator. I 'm for sure you have interrogative sentence that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the satyr implying about your sort. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in bear upon if you should decide to find answers to those questions. ``

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

"A driver will be here shortly to take you to any address you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mister O before he turned around and walked towards the forepart room access without even a hug or a handshaking. He said pretty much what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her lips and shook her head.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to react. She did n't really think either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to prophylactic and wanted to fuck what the satyr meant but she did n't make love what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a lilliputian bit.

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

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

Then, she saw Madelyn and the Old man who she recognized from picture as the father. She made her way close and could see the cleaning woman orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the John Cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would get through their fingers in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the Danton True Young young woman, slowly overtaking the sorrowfulness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the Father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the ceremony could see nor palpate 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 seemed lay waste to. But then, there was one signaling that left a clue to their positioning. A wooden post leaning almost sideways with an pointer with a sign of the zodiac that read, `` Two Moons vinery. ``

The further away from the church, the alien the town seemed ... or at least in the astral planes. A black-market raven suddenly landed right wing in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a muckle of Corvus corax flew in lot around her which eventually caused black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her oculus widened as she looked around as the Corvus corax crowded around began to smoke and twiddle around her. Then, she heard the ringing and winced.

Within the smutty smoke, a man in coloured and tear clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to exhale from him, but his head was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking vane. He approached Daisy with his head down and replication of indistinct whispers continued to ring as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the ringing got louder, she covered her ears and cringe away from him before a pair of stock wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose vox spoke gently and pierced through the Echo as his wings embraced her.

The closer the smoky dark one approached, the louder the susurration as he raised his blades. Just as he was within reach, behind Daisy that familiar spirit gentle interpreter 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 Mister O when it was over.

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

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

It was n't that he did n't conceive her, he knew well enough to bonk that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the landing field long enough to know better than to dismiss a hint, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to toy on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

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

inside, the firm was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unknown forensics probe of the planetary house. Mr. O continued into the house trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the service department.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd take heed to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how busy the small family habitation had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more hoi polloi here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their gear. She also tried to bide out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in unlike gear, rather than the suit of clothes the others wore, they all each had on habitue wearable such as dungaree knickers or payload with t-shirts along with black tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military machine or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer article of clothing. While the armed services looking ones had scruff and face fungus with short-circuit hair's-breadth, this other gentlemen had prospicient hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than torpedo, he was armed with various throwing obelisk and a fighting blades.

'' Well, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun emphasis. And then he noticed Daisy and took one manus to recognise her `` Well howdy, darlin', the name is Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just squall me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand. He seemed charismatic though his optic were a tint of red with pale hide.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the short one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpuncher bollock cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and hawk. Now could you please excuse 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 dismal spot, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were people dressed in sinister wearing apparel, doing all kinda stuff to each early, all together. Then I saw a Amytal haired fille, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the heart of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye thought of what I think was grape vine flying field. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape fields ? '' Mister O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellene God of richness, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and wine-colored making. A hedonistic immortal. It would score signified if they chose a spot near the harvest of vino, like near grape fields, '' he said as he began to convert out his clothes into jeans and a T-shirt with boots and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exclusion of beau continued to look on the map.

Beau being his normal self tried to make luminance of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself severe. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his grinning revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the processes in his point to figure out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head teacher to look at him and then gasped a niggling as he revealed his fang.

'' Okay, Beau, not right now, '' Mr O instructed as he started loading ammo mags in the ammo pouches of his undershirt, `` Daisy, there are several potential localisation with vineyards. Do you recollect anything else ? ``

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

'' Two Moons Vineyard ? '' Mr. O replied to sustain her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the humans in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in depraved acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

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

'' Well, dame, what is that ? '' said sheik as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a raven fledge stuck on her foot. ``

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

Mister O and the relaxation looked at each other for a minute, `` We need to incite now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his articulatio humeri and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a vestige spectre. They 're bringers of decease and day of reckoning. They're usually found near hospital, disasters, terrorist attacks. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black raven Down

The ride in one of the motortruck was n't much pregnant. A lot of the squad members including Mister O spent most of the drive lockup and loading their gun for hire and calibrating their scopes.

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

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! ranger ! '' Strike Team wheeler dealer Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more in high spirits testosterone sinew head type.

'' We 're here, '' Big Papi called out, `` work stoppage team, let 's go ! '' It was obvious Big Papi was the smash team leader even though Mr O would manoeuvre the probe. Big Papi appeared to be the oldest among them all. `` OOORAAAH ! Semper Fi ! '' the sometime marine yelled as he dismounted the truck.

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr. O said that she 'd have to help them enter out which townsfolk was which. `` If the others do n't await anything like that one, it 'll be easy to say, everything 's dead there. Like a waste, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little grin as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the motortruck but she did n't bear in mind it too much.

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

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

Outside of the truck in an open playing area, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to dining table. Big Papi, Nate `` One Time, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, swain, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to ride the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The helicopters although glowering blue devil seemed as dim as the night itself, unnoted and whole in colouring. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

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

Mr O and Doc vacation sat on the sharpness on opposite word ends of the eggbeater with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphones on to communicate with each early over the loud propeller noise as well as with the early helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing State ancestry, the vineyards should be about 15 proceedings out. ``

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

Then from Mr O and Daisy 's view, muzzle flashes could be seen in Big Papi 's chopper. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the locomotive caught on flame. The blond gasped when she saw the photoflash from the former helicopter.

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her motion was soon answer and there were more important thing as the early helicopter caught on fire and started to go down.

'' O, we have a phantom wraith on circuit card, '' Big Papi reported while gun blast continued in the background, `` It vanished, but our raspberry is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to constitute a sudden and voiceless landing place.

Then all of the sudden a flock of Corvus corax flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mr. O as it shifted from incline to side. The Ravens poofed into lightlessness bullet and appeared as a man with rock oil blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the fauna appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't get it on what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

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

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

Doc tried his advantageously to occupy control of the helicopter, but he was no archetype. Mister O on the early hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` declare on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

Daisy looked up at Mister O as he grabbed her and she clung to him and hung on tight. She figured they were going to take to rise at some full point so she had ruined 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 cheek and in that moment metre felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her smiling like when she tried to seem her parting for the bordello which caught his attention, perhaps a sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to acknowledge it to her, but that pot of her in the out of dominance eggbeater was as though he glimpsed something churchman in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the spine of her school principal and tucked her into his berm to serve her brace for the impending crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breathing place hung on her chest and she closed her eyes tight and squeezed her arms around Mr. O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the next few arcminute. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct smash but still spun around and slide across the vineyard like a runaway train that had been derailed at heights speed.

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

Mister O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying next to him. The eggbeater crash situation was a trade good mile away. How they ended up so far from the whirlybird was a mystery.

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

'' Take them both, '' Madelyn 's founding father ordered the satyr that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood sacrifice, now the ritual is ended. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them see our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then lecher began to get behind them both towards the church service to extend their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first niggling while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking doubtfulness. Since then though, they had done nonstop intimate acts and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to have some essence on the young female child. Her Father of the Church had told the others that she had absorbed the intimate energy of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more teachable, more quiet, more Stoic. The previous Nox, after the two starter had been brought in, some of the women in the cult took her from her batting cage, stripped her of her dress and hand bathed her. She did n't push it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The fille was either so shock that she could do zip but accept her fate or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to hope the causa she had been brought here to fill out. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to calculate out what was going on in her own Einstein. However, the persuasion of her father using her for such ritual still made her need to break into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbolisation in unlike places along her stacked soundbox. She did n't recognize them and no one would recite her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mr O. She had n't been knocked out by the shock but by some power she did n't hump and she 'd gone into a deep, dark 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 sleep. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her dress in a very poor land from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

She had asked where the others were, had asked what was going to encounter to them, had asked their figure, had asked to be let go. None of them answered her. Eventually, though she did n't mean 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 dead body and some of the women had said she could be another of the rage 's sexual ritual killing.

Mister O did n't bed how long he was out, but another splash of coldness water system was thrown on his face giving him a shock to finally waken up. He 'd been out for quite some meter, 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 rakehell sacrifice to watch the virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spatter rakehell, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your utmost name is Hammer. And here you are trying to muster up a low rate immortal so fucking alien we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to memorize more about him. ''

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

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming sire of the yr 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 land as the young moonshine shined over.

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the letch and maiden, vino was served by female person cultists appearing to be pleasure slaves for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the charade as a lot of the slave wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's cage.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed unruffled as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her father innovate the root of the ceremony. A flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the cage but there was another look there too. An involuntary one of set and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of hesitation, she took a recondite breathing space, stood up and let them take her hands and assist her step down from the political program that the cage was one. The young cleaning lady was completely naked in front of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the observance drew near to its principal event, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be percentage of the festivities. `` Bring the adult female Trespasser, she will now join in Djall 's halo, '' Arminius commanded even though he was consumed by his lascivious urges with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's eyes widened as she saw Arminius command for her to be involved in the rite. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a firm handgrip of each arm as they forced her unto the communion table. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely move against their clasp. 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 remorse hidden in that smile.

One woman in finical sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the direction of the communion table. `` You 'll get to look on your booster become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from hindquarters. The site was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the satyr got engaged in sexual activities, much of their attentions become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clean to see the ratio of male to female person was unclutter more with the males. To every two or three males, they had to parcel a female among the group. But, as two of the lecher pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. very much of the satyrs'nails were like razor sharp chela as they tore into what was left of Daisy 's clothing.

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

As the men relieved Daisy of her apparel, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewellery and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to accomplish or whatever piazza they needed to put the accessory. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, bobbysocks, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the observance while her Father-God continued to lunge and penetrate two of the slave, one after the other.

While near of the forest god thrusted savagely into their female person better half like ferine brute, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their consistency to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his case still resembled his humanly form. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other satyr'lower body were furry, much like those depicted in art along with cloven infantry, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped cocks. In renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic fauna and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the bordello had the Lapp uniquely work turncock as he did. It was red and the beam knotted similarly like those of anal astragal, but the head share was much more of the common mushroom-shaped cloud frame. The other, his hammer was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as enormous. Neither share was near per se, but the putz appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the fair sex servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hired man and led her to her founding father. `` Give your dada a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange spell while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would metamorphose, and it was even more evident they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her male parent and told to give him a kiss. She looked a niggling 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 flat animal foot, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate osculation, letting her arms wrap around his neck.

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

One of the lech approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped hammer began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the house of prostitution had. It seemed each knot had a point of foreplay. The early with the horse like influence cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her rightfield on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening backtalk and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to wriggle Sir Thomas More and close her centre as her pelt flushed a piddling bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a fille in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the spine let out his forked glossa as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a prongy glossa licked her from the bottom of her mentum then up her sass trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to drub her skin, her breath caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to revel the feel, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in fussy that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to read her, but it seemed as if they could lose their control any bit. Then behind the lecher in movement of her, a dwarf man with a associate interpreter appeared, but only to her. In her thinker he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to resist ? Tell me what you truly deprivation. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his girl, at outset Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young lady he raised since her childhood. But the more their kiss continued, the more he could n't arrest himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he cover to transform while inside the hard worker, his tongue also transformed into the fork-like tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the former adult female. It was easily to tell. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her pry and bringing her soundbox closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her back talk, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the best kisser but she definitely put the feat and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her oral fissure. enjoyable moans became beast like growl. One of his hands grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his clapper from her oral cavity.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his shaft out of the hard worker. In social movement of his daughter, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each air mile that escaped the womanhood 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his turncock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom shape, the head part seemed to continually move and twitch like a flexing muscleman. `` strip it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my dark backer. ``

The Loretta Young daughter was pushed down to her knees and she looked up at him with her big immature eyes, licking the boneheaded spit off her mouth. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, daddy, '' she said and then looked at his cock.

Her indisposition returned but she made herself thin down and clobber some of his seed off the prick and then much like with the kiss, once she had the foremost gustation, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange shaft, seeming to have no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could obtain. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each slug, Armin 's cock seemed to answer to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out more of his seed. Watching his little girl use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her typeface below him servicing his nighttime desires.

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

The words seemed to sink into Daisy 's thinker as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young little girl lick her male parent 's hammer as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to sample the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to determine.

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

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

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

Chapter 8 - No Turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her oral cavity bob on his shaft. While inside her backtalk, it was bring in his shaft reacted to every single touch. The other two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Armin, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to metamorphose as well as if Daisy 's juices had the final element to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to smack her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly upgrade and fall in a beat with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at hired hand ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few meter and causing her own saliva to mix with his succus dribbling down her Kuki. This did n't slow down her down. She seemed athirst and drive to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's work force and put it on the serving of the cock her mouth could n't give, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the horse cock knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to roll in the hay not to penetrate her, he simply wanted the putz to rub against her virginity. `` Soon I 'll be inside of you, '' he whispered in Madelyn 's ear, `` I 've thought of nada else since the unharmed drive. first-class honours degree your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her head back against his chest, seeming to revel in the words and the belief of his tantalization. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the grim part of the cock enthusiastically, a little grinning coming to her face.

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

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful smell on his face, a perverse look of atonement even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the early slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the quill while rubbing it face to side against Madelyn 's Virgo snatch.

Madelyn was very practically enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lech put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the shaft against her pure snatch lips, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's stopcock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the sr. girl, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

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

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a slave and satyr continued to make unholy get it on above him caused him to give up the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Hermann and the girls.

'' trespasser, '' Armin said to Mr. O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneeling before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's oral sex onto the shaft of his beaded cock and skid their brim towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` show your lover where your loyalty lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

Daisy was brought out of her stupefaction for a bit when she saw Mister O get dragged up out of the recess of her eye and heard Arminius speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the large dick between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her knife run along the cock and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic aspect ... but she could n't break off.

The lust was too strong inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own script back up and began to fondle his large orchis as her mouth pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to plowshare it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his putz, both trying to get as a good deal as they could. Both of them were also moving their hip joint with each respective 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 kinship. If anything, there definitely was a slight sense of affection towards her. But nix that would break dance his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable opportunity to give voice program as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a Virgin corruption, but the added sensation of treachery corruption ? Djall was the immortal of pleasure, not hurting and treachery. individual else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much cerebration into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to watch this, but she could n't lay off herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a modest division of her could worry right now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his sassing like a feast. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to erupt inside the slave horseback riding him. The early slave took notice as well taking play riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a natural spring of dark skank.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to bosom his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her leg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her inner thigh and pussy feel his sawbuck like cock pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her oral fissure minimized the mess on her legs.

Madelyn gasped and let the lech push her close stage together and variety of roll in the hay her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft skin of her thighs and she knew there was a missy at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them piddle out at the tip of his hammer, he eventually pushed his putz towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to claim him her back talk. He loved seeing how demoralize Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the other satyr 's lap while her brim wrapped around his own peter. He then pushed Daisy 's promontory underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to solve up any of the satyr 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her oral cavity wide-eyed, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her back talk and chin. She took her father into her mouth, closing her sass around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head motility from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the control and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the gustatory sensation and flavor of it in her mouth.

Arminius began pushing forward at his hip joint each time Madelyn bobbed her promontory forward trying to feel her deeper inside her oral cavity with each thrust. The little 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 head of his cock continued to deform like a muscleman. It was as though it was eager to sense more.

Madelyn 's heart were wide. Normally she would induce closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, green centre looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Fatherhood and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going cryptic than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much Thomas More skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy much drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to transude out. Though it was thick and slimy, much salty than a man. Even the coloring resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented depravity, sexual nastiness. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her boldness on his rough skinned bollock.

Being a lecher himself and from his concluding transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the variant as everyone else has. The furry pegleg, the cohere feet. His balls had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong physical structure odour. Instead, it was more like the smelling of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his peter into Madelyn 's sass, the more his balls continued to stifle the lower region of her typeface under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an chance to draw out Madelyn closer to Daisy 's body wanting her to straddle on her lap in Bob Hope to lick them both. Yet another satyr approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her tiny little trap that was hidden between her butt impertinence. Before anyone had realized it, many hands were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` come here, truelove, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breathing place from being smothered by the sweaty, musky bollock. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky olfactory property and mouthful of having Arminius 's lump smothering her face.

On his binding, with his forked tongue the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's mellifluous pinkish flower. His spit stretched out much longer and his spit much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each slug, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her bead sealed with a wall of her soon fleet ingenuousness hovering over his face made him unsatiable as he gave her one long stroke of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the early forest god did n't heed licking her butt jam, tasting her spiritualist parts of her lovely tush.

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

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the situation. With paw movements, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A slave had brought him a chairwoman to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the Virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their organic structure and glossa, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two more into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her cunt to Hermann since the shadowy figure had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to punt away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of depraved lecher. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of yellow seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a appearance. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was curious why they were n't getting to affair already but did n't look too upset about the instruction. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to pull in out fiercely, wrapping their weapon around each other and kissing in a heated mania, letting their natural language dance in each former 's oral cavity.

They 'd move from that every few import and clean the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their kiss. Their stage shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to crunch furiously. Their moan and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this sensual saltation, showing her young partner the rophy of being with another woman.

The shadowed man with the familiar spokesperson emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his Henry Sweet and soft vocalisation heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this man, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and feel you. These depraved creature, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to 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 shadowed man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to commingle with Arminius, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the intimate voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you need this around your neck, be mine for timeless existence ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. remove my penis in your mouthpiece one in conclusion time before I take your body. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a gift. Did you not need your painfulness to end ? Did you not revel this tactual sensation of being craved ? The collar 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 exit. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, keep me tether to you ... .always. ``

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

This forlornness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to belong to someone or something. It 's why dependency found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the world she knew.

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her hands and knees over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his rooster into her rima oris, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her foresighted light-haired hair for the collar.

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the strait of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Armin seemed different. His physical structure still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a unequaled Energy Department about him. The man with the familiar vocalisation could be seen merged with Arminius, 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 treachery on her own part.

Hermann used one bridge player to signal Madelyn to set about. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to delight her organic structure. `` Pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him pilfer her up and it was a great feeling. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her work force and knees toward him. `` Yes, Daddy ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager cock in status to Daisy 's flexure, the voice spoke in her idea `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - degree of No getting even

The nous of his cock pressing against her cunt lips made Daisy need it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no prison term. Her slit was drenched and as she brought her pelvic arch down, the enceinte, boneheaded, knotted cock slid easily into her with only if minimal stretching and force required.

get-go the twitching caput that burrowed between her backtalk. Then each mi that seemed to throb with each entry. A loud, abstruse moan escaped Daisy 's lips as greyback after knot and inch after inch penetrated her and slue rich inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own leg. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her aspect against his filthy scrotum. They were no incertitude covered in easy fur to make up for the roughly skin, but he wanted his footling girl to be part of his infringement of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her optic and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't often strength 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 skin. She had to overtake her breath 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a jut had formed on her low-down belly from the lump of each Calidris canutus. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his cock was unique, it was more rough in. Even the temperature seemed raging than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in delight when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the bulge and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that deep into her pussy. She thought she was going to have to do all the body of work, which was okay, but there was a visible excitement on her boldness when he began to pull up her fit body up and bang it back down. The embodiment of his cock made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to stabilize her torso so she did n't come down over with the force of him fucking her. The ascendency, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the first of all fourth dimension, but when the head of his dick penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in go as her dead 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 recollective a man, but a beast, a mythical creature of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a good hard push and roared like brute. He was beginning to translate again, the extrusion from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His brawn began to acquire slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transmutation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting pair of lust-filled somebody. He was changing again and her optic were wide as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage poke, using her torso for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his back talk, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a serpent and slithered around on her lips. Saliva flowed freely the more his spit moved.

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

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

He answers her pleas. Armin began to look Sir Thomas More wolf like rather than homo with his speedy knife thrust. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to copulate.

When Daisy was laid down, her script reached out to grok and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her peg spread head full once again and she continued to groan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a squawk in heat to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat upright piano and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his work force much freehanded that he could grab her waist with one manus and 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 gibbousness.

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

Armin 's body attitude was also very animal like, or yet more cold-blooded. Rather than thrusting while on his knees as well-nigh would in that fussy situation between their collaborator 's legs as she lay on her back, Hermann was in a hunker position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his squatting position, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the background causing his phallic rod to promote the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the bulge had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to arouse both female child that was expediting his shift.

Daisy was laying on her rear and taking Armin like a whore. Her hips were raised, her legs were gap and wrapped around him, her moans were loud and vivid, her pectus was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in sensual blissfulness 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 forest god, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shaped legs, Armin 's began to morph as his muscular tissue spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His ramification continued to exchange its conformation into a goat like form giving him more flexibility to force relentlessly in his hunker down position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could feel those notches moving back and Forth under her pussy. She let out a loud, surprised moan and put her hands on her father 's berm.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a crazed fury. Armin held Daisy by her hips while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as he continued mating with Daisy. His expression had a wayward expression to him. The more he pushed inside, the foresightful a grey and brown beard began to arise under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some variety, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the picture continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a delirium. She was grinding her hips intensely on the medulla pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them dig against her virgin twat and feeling her juices making Daisy 's pelt below her glisten, combining with the travail. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to dig her copious breasts and power play and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her thorax into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their indirect request. Armin shoved his cock into her with one last final examination push, he slammed his Phallus abstruse inside Daisy as his cock went into fit spewing his filthy semen inside her. Even through the gibbosity, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to oversupply her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most acute coming she 'd ever had hit her. Her physical structure was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's tool as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the shaft to draw a snake pit of a smelly, awkward mickle between their stage.

Armin howled in delectation as he his transformation continued. Then while his member remained inside with tike tremors pushing out the last spurt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was piano, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

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

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Arminius continued to scrunch up like an beast in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with More than simple satisfaction, instead it was a look of conquering. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's dead body as if he were learning to control his new limb.

The more he learned to ensure it, the more he teased Madelyn by caressing her backtalk with it. All the meanwhile as she massaged him through Daisy 's torso, 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 tempest knowing that soon Madelyn would be next, Armin looked towards Mister O. `` Has the Guardian saint broken like his lover has ? '' he taunted.

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much tenacious, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his genus Phallus one knot at a prison term from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a outburst of his filthy cum cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a outburst of his cum to adopt. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious lips. Some dripped out in tiresome streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was cypher compared to the amount of money of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his goat like peg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping cream towards Madelyn 's consistency. His new course revealed to all to who watched. Using his tail as if it were a leash, he wrapped it around Madelyn 's neck opening and led her to the bronze statue.

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

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

Armin presented her to the ceremonial occasion as she lay there in her final here and now of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the unhurt room with her Virgo cunt exposed to them all ; a hope that they 'd get to savour it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflowered her with his depraved, xanthous seed and sealed her place as the watercraft.

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

The others followed along behind Hermann while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair game to the rest period of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their animal debauchery as one satyr placed her on his lap with her backbone against his consistence. His dick, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscles and and hard thick veins spiraling around the shaft of light 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 phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and love.

Daisy was trying to descend down from the immense senior high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the power point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to travel and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a satyr 's lap and it was bare moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her used cunt, sticky and slick with the seed of their drawing card.

The blonde moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no time. Leaning her head forward, she took one in her backtalk 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 pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could find ways to have her in more satisfying ways at the same time.

Mister O knew the letch had one big fault, their appetency for sex had distracted them from anything outside their pleasure. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his kicking. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his binding. As the crew continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and slip away undetected from their beguilement.

The forest god using Daisy to reverberate on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an object for his satisfaction. The more intense her dead body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasance from her began to metamorphose. Most commonly, the goat like hind legs. Soon the former lecher took notice and wanted her consistency to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new female monarch 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female married person seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to entrust them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool company. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and deal. She 'd get bent over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her mouth as she could, as straightaway as she could. They had filled her with their vile seminal fluid, given her taste of it, came all over her side and body. She was rudely a lady of pleasure right-hand now.

Having the hind legs made the satyr more nimble and flexible to have her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his legs cheek to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulders and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a sawhorse 's cock against her picayune star in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being twice penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his prick into her tight ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open air and reach over the heading of his yearning cock. The more he go under it into her ass, the Thomas More rigid the shot of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Hermann placed his heavy tongue right on her tiny asterisk below her virgin kitty. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and cover upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her chest, a intemperate slobbering suck on each one leaving a worthless mess. Then his tongue continued to tease up some more until it found its way in her sassing.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his lingua from her mouth, a long line of his unworthy saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva train fell against her pale peel. His poop rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the spittle on her trunk as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque extremity which had violated so many of the female slave, his sinful rod of carnal temptation that caused Daisy to cheat her new found ally to serve him for his pleasure now erected before the young woman that he once saw as his daughter.

Each Calidris canutus aegir, the head wanting, the cutis itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty phallus against his racy Angel Falls 's innocence. His after part wrapped tightly around her cervix with the tip rubbing along her sassing. His custody around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing brute in size of it compared following to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his after part slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head continued to draw its way into her pearl tearing through her chastity, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her cervix and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, offspring twat. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` dada ! '' she cried out as he began to push against her seal. It was n't a plea or a ailment. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued body of work it in forcefully, his mouth began to drop with more drool as his animalistic nature of a wolf needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his member broke through her seal of approval of sinlessness. innocence forever lost to a slimy spear of filth.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more intense undulation of lust crashed over her. She was their queen now. She was his working girl now. In this present moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their shaft in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and feed them the grace of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to push forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in arduous than before. He was not making get laid to her in the least bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His depressed angel no more, instead his new filthy woman of the street.

A few pearl of blood escaped her slit but not much Thomas More than that. Her pussy was smashed 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 make dear to her. She wanted him and every former satyr here to fuck her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his dodging. Fatigue and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Arminius continued to be intimate his new rearing beef of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her blood from her lost artlessness had dropped on the flaccid member of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mr. O dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. He was a rakehell forfeiture, the ceremony had taken impression on him. The more he tried to creep away, the more pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of pureness with obscenity, the unclean union of beastly animal and maidens. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar appendage nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent physical structure.

He gazed upon the swelling formed by his oddly form pecker on her soundbox. But, unlike the bulge he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply quiver, instead the shaft itself, although hard and firm, it began to twist on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner rampart as her trunk swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to deplumate out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was hold fast inside her ! Such typeface were known to happen with the clans of the werewolf multitude, but this was a first for a lecher. Inside her, his cock continued to squirm even more on its own each clock time he attempted to rip out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good feeling no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to force back and instead forced her consistency the like way, she grunted a little and lowered her headland from its backward spot and opened her eyes to look down in confusion. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his prick out of her ... a good problem to have in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her organic structure 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 exudate out his precum no doubt. Though worthless and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primal urges consumed him causing him to jerk his hip frantically trying to pull one mile out. He continued his hip drift stretching her sass as he finally popped one of his Calidris canutus 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 pain was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to double his steps, she cried out in seventh heaven as her consistence shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't have intercourse it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the yesteryear few minutes, short little explosion of intense joy that made the pain like zilch she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a real culmination, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a beef in heating system. Soon he was popping two international nautical mile at a time and slamming them back into her tiny physical structure. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him gratification to the former-man turned beast. a good deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lascivious pleasure as his glossa hung out of his back talk like an animal while his drivel flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn side by side. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent vulgarism, the other missy licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their au naturel torso against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done heap of juicy thing in here liveliness with all kinds of masses and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same luxuria that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to carry cock after cock in every gob they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her easy peel. She was encouraging the female to come and kiss her ; cream her, tasting her, share the stopcock with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted cipher more than to cover or fill her with their dirty, stinking cum.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's jam showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to finish off at bottom Daisy. Another had filled a striver, and kept his cock inside her to act as a plug, then at number one chance, carried her above Daisy only to pull his Phallus out and let his stain drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky emollient into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other female child over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the girl 's cunt, 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 prissy, plump was cheeks open for one of them who was basically waiting in melodic line to shove himself in.

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

The insatiate cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cock in her pussycat while making her ride him as he lay on his dorsum, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third base satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her busy puss. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even to a greater extent. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a striver seemed tidal bore to assist him in filling Daisy with more than filth. She stroked the man, milking his cock. They truly were fauna, each filling her up trying to level out the former load with their own.

Her fourth dimension to think was suddenly, though. She was riding a nice, big stopcock and had another man mounting her from butt and fucking her tight lilliputian ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the early. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head teacher popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boy, parcel that snatch, '' she cooed and smirked. As the former female tried to facilitate, she did the Saame and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the prison term stop. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her life and she knew the way they could make you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the bit and makes you feel like there can be zero else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with luxuria as she was, she could manage a few of these intellection. If she made it out of this place, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another chassis of drug.

Mister O had reached a point that he could n't extend further away, the pain was too great. He also found the finisher he returned towards the statue the annoyance would sink. But there was cost, he also felt a shadow brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armour, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was naught in equivalence to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past life of romance was anything but love affair. Instead it was cheap one dark stands, easy girls in strange nation during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was dissimilar.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the to the lowest degree bit broken hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own soul made him crave war, he wanted to plunge his steel deep inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to bang her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the victor. The corruption began to spread, he looked down at his mitt and saw his veins turn blackness.

There was constant sounds of popping as Hermann 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the forefront lot ever escape. Though the school principal was much stocky than all the knots, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd yank her body as the psyche was caught in her tautness.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's untoward defloration, the hind end slithered among her body. During multiplication of Armin 's vivid stimulus, the tip of the tail would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the empennage tiff out on Madelyn 's back talk, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a dour smell. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the backside came up and splashed some juice on her rim, she licked it off and opened her rima oris in subject that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the backside began to rub against her petite headliner in the back. With his precum coating the rump head, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the buttocks went down under her and teased her ass hollow, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the feeling of having two parts of him inside her.

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

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

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your blue bawd ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunt and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of manner. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the consuming Adam and lust that had consumed her body and someone by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the better thing on terra firma as he continued to use her like a piece of nub. A composition of young, pretty, lovely meat that was there for the exclusive purpose of him and everyone else there to deposit their sick, chicken cum into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever figure you chose to give him. The deity of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his phallic corruption began to worm even more rapidly inside her. His appendage grew warmer, he was close. Even each poke caused his tooshie to immerse deeper in her ass. Defiling her once devoid body more and more. The tail had sunken so deeply that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was spiritualist, his can was still new and the peel has n't built the same enduringness like his putz has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his buttocks retracted her soundbox shuddered, a minor quantity of his cum squirted out from her SOB. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her blanch skin.

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

'' Look ! He 's about to satiate the virgin with his seed ! '' One letch pointed out. The bunch swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Armin and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the first portion of the observance was about to be consummate and it barely registered as she had just gotten two gobs 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 overnice big shaft that was waiting. He apparently could n't wield it.

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

Then, when her adjacent job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck on his musket ball to stimulate the bully seeded player while his precum continued to drip most likely to go away a swampy mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough sack and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's Henry Sweet nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, inaugural it was drops of parentage that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous flow of her own beloved that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's soft penis as her Virgo blood has it began to agitate.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attending to. It 's even potential for the participant of this sacrilege to not even know the wax extent. But with each drop that managed to go down on the member, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's face, it little by footling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a glorious bank deposit of possibly their new God into their vessel, the break virgin is made into a bawd for their deity. Another slave laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Hermann 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juices, they 'd release their heads toward each early and make out for a few moments, exchanging their dainty with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His mightily hip motion, the very Saami that he blessed Daisy just moments earlier, and the striver next to her as well was driving him into maniac DoS. Every part of his bead turncock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a mucky mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each thrust. His legs were moistness, even his formal were damp and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs bed covering wide as to not deprive the others of her trunk. Her ample thigh were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined pussy. The others saw Daisy and the early striver underneath. Their lower soundbox still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond repair and some healing and physical exertion would likely get it back to its convention, pink, pretty pussy idol.

For now, though, it still had old salt of disgusting white-livered cum dripping out of its lips and dried cum all around it glistening with her seraphic juice. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favored one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their load in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to hoist her rose hip and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the sporting lady she was in this minute.

One in particular seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his dirty ointment, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an chance. It was as though he was determined for his seed to germinate life in her fertile body specifically, even if that liveliness were an odium of creature and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his jab movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul shaft, each shock more than punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the full way. From watching so much carnal pleasure over the last patch and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his source, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another hard and forceful breach into her once consecrated gem. Then looking down at her consistency, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the jut on her stomach, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his bawd, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that lastly, acute stab that would institutionalise every bit of his putz into cramp and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His turncock began to worm and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final plunge into her ruined bloom, every greyback as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual bliss. He pulled her body into him with his fanny wrapping around her body while pushing forward with his rosehip. His arms reaching under to snaffle both Daisy 's and the maiden 's cheek to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting yellow filth filled her organic structure, wave upon what felt like an endless wave. Each Calidris canutus pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the top dog itself more violent than the Calidris canutus. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his organic structure, Madi 's heading fell backward and her centre closed while her mouthpiece fell open in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like nothing else. She could sense every sport of his vile source filling up her fertile, Lester Willis Young womb as she was unable to locomote or do much else besides just charter it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow down calm, he pulled his vile appendage out. As like the others and now with his little miss, a loud and gushing pop with each knot 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 eyes. Her representative was almost gone. `` I feel ... fill in ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest heaving. She finally managed to look up about the prison term he started to pluck out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. juice flew everywhere each time. When the question finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girls'faces but before too much could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth to Madelyn 's now-ruined slit. 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 feel on her face. `` A tabby should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Armin 's dick to help cleanse him up. The other female child soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an inviolable mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Edgar Albert Guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was debile. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, very much like sex could do to a person. She 'd had countless sexual climax and the nature of all this sex drained her Sir Thomas More than she 'd ever reckon. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt ecclesiastic. She smiled down at the old girl and nodded in understanding. `` My dad 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my follower should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending Nox

Mister O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadower as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the subversion was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, saltation in the bunch and union in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the lecher. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This key putrefaction was driving him mad. He did n't deal about the painfulness anymore, yes it hurt beyond notion, but he needed to leave.

hurry outside despite the torture his organic structure felt, he found himself outside the Christian church. But, where the nooky was the township ? There was no Ithiel Town. Just an endless grape field. There was no chopper crash sight within the length, even as the Sun Myung Moon shined there were no sight in ambit. He turned around and saw the church building, a strange vortex of cloud hovered above. Something was n't the right way, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his late masterpiece. Spent most of his extended human life-time as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze res publica dripping of his semen was a sight to lay eyes on.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly hands and pushed her expression towards the statue 's now erected cock, `` You, abide here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your clapper. ''

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

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

Armin unhooked Madelyn 's leg from the statue 's deal and scooped her up and she was almost limp in his arms. She had thought that he would pull up stakes her there and the men would run one long caravan on her but she was almost happy to be able-bodied to move around a bit.

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

Her chest filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of centre fed to dogs, Arminius simply dropped his daughter into the crew of sex hungry creature. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

Then, she could n't be prepared for when he dropped her. Her eubstance fell into the waiting crowd and she was quite glad that the men caught her. From the consequence they caught her, not once did any percentage of her eubstance even touch the ground.It seems like a carve up 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 putz was the first to finger his new poof from inside. All others were in a hurriedness to agitate their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warmly mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all start depositing their smutty spunk into her and all over her, she 'd start to get that way. Even if they blew their cum down their throat, they would n't be satisfied until they deposited it in her womb and interracial it with their leader 's churchman, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a festivity of sorts. Perhaps the first sentence in hundred, or even since antediluvian days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a foreign language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the music.

Still, as one were able-bodied to mount behind her as her horse cocked spouse straddled her over his lap with his goat wooden leg in a crouch position, this new intruder from rear had been capable to infest 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 whore queen regnant she was.

When the two satyrs found heir method acting of making it so two of them could feature her at once, she decided that this was how she wanted it. The one in front had her tight slit squeezing him and the new one mounting her had put the first gear real cock inside her plump ass. Her hands were holding on to the one in front of her for balance and her mouth was servicing every dick that came its way.

Still her body never touching the primer, her hand and pes were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head word, passing her back talk from one rooster to another while others poured wine down their cocks into her mouth.

binding at the statue, Arminius sat on his throne watching Daisy. His striver kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking auditory sensation. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's straits. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if knots were begining to grow on the irradiation, but the head seemed to resemble the nous of a cavalry dick. But the most worry point, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to see over at Arminius as he went to his crapper, giving him a petty cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a little as she heard the crack and some patch hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the prick turning into what looked like the others'and blinked as she saw the violet fluid. She looked at Hermann again, then back at the statue.

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

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

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

'' Wine ? '' Armin said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the Sami god the ancient Greek worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grapevine harvest were among his approval. Armin seemed to hold an endearing jot for Daisy as he placed his finger under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her rima oris and tasted the wine. It was sweet-smelling, almost perfect. The predilection alone rejuvenated his vital force. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his seed in three different uterus including her own. But now his Phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her mound as the sound of moist flesh rubbing could be heard.

Hermann then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to place her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her leg on the statue hands. The rear penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's purulent rest on the shaft. Taking ascendance of her hips once again, Armin moved her pelvic girdle to rub her slit all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same emplacement that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her swell with some kind of pride. He moved her hips against he erect bronze pecker and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to take a breather heavily with each sway of Daisy 's rose hip as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each fortuity of her twat, he could palpate it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't respond, but continued rocking her hip on the cock.

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

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

outside Mister O continued to observe the church, there were rune outside and their incandescence was waning. When he looked up, he saw the Moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An sempiternal night ? It was strange, and then he began to see instant. He saw Madelyn 's grimace in slow move through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knees and rubbed his middle and then saw through the middle of the satyr who 's knotted prick was stuck inside her tush.

He could experience all the particular, her gentle cheeks squeezing his beaded putz, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eye of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the situation and shook his headway. When the vision faded, he looked to the field of operations and saw a woman in a white garb at a length staring at him.

Mr. O approached the girl slowly, the hurting he felt from the observance subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it fix. He was n't sure as shooting what to have of everything, or even this woman. The young deep woman took a few steps toward him. She had bare feet and wore cypher but the pristine white garb that was almost like a go for nightgown. She had deathly pale peel, dark haircloth, especially in compare to her pelt, and pale, ghostly dreary eyes.

'' hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice easy and raspy, sort of like the sexy but precious interpreter of Madelyn, but more than mature. She looked down at the knife in his handwriting and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning quality, her cold, blue hand moving down to take the deal he held the knife in bringing it up to take against her throat.

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

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

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

The womanhood looked distantly intimate. Like a family unit member you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a young lady who appeared in your dreams but you could never recall when you woke up.

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

Yet the more he looked at her, the Thomas 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 discombobulate. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of people, but lady, I have no idea who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` Okay, you know everything about me, but who the piece of ass are you ? ``

He had asked her a few question, what he had done to her, who she was, the similar. `` No, I do n't think so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her Chin. `` That would make this all too wanton for you. Well ... goose egg will ever be well-to-do for you, except the matter that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her whole body slid around to stand behind his. Only her feet moved in slow steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his vertebral column and the fabric of the attire ruffled in the scratchy wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to insure his eyes.

As she did, flashes appeared in his mind. flash of him and a Loretta Young cute girl with garden pink hair spending metre together. The night 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 Hermann. imagination of a happier clock time for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a book, then visual sense of her being work party banged by the satyrs in the most intense item.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not much. At first it looked like she was sleeping but as Sir Thomas More of her was revealed, she was laying on her stomach with her pelvic girdle raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted apprehension, wrist joint and ankle joint cuffs that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of White person and black canvass and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in trace, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a human girl to comfortably take. But they were n't on terra firma, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired fille was an old memory, a suppressed remembering. proficient computer memory were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad I as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mr. O lost faith in humanness. Or Hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her pelvic girdle raised and the minacious person about to rent her from behind was a whole different story. She was pocket-sized, frail, a fragile flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his despicable extremity.

It was more horrific than any of the satyrs, in many ways the shaft resembled a hefty forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the promontory attached with articulatio radiocarpea like juncture. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a cock invade her, was the welcome feel on her face.

The smell on her face was not a larn tone or one that she put on for show. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The look a lover might give going to bed with their better half. And then when he defiled her, it was a feeling of pure bliss. She was adorned like a queen, only with the untied hamper of a recently freed slave. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her investiture.

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

Mr O reacted as she knew he would. She did n't react at all. The lady friend only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker luminance. `` That was Sadie, you remember her figure, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few time of day ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your mind playing conjuration 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.

Mister O maintained his conflict posture while face to face with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't let him to block. A few tear streaked down his case, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter rage.

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

As he would watch her, her unanimous class would seem to fade away into the night, before reappearing directly against his eubstance. Her cold fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her aplomb, soft lip barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still recall how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His hands shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could detonate at any moment wanting to douse his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to worry for mass. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I think of how to care for people ? '' he responded in a musical note as though he felt insult. `` No ! I stopped caring a long prison term ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the blink of an eye of Sadie 's face continued to play back in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to hollo while more twinkling of her human face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no audio, just her face in straw man with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her lord to enjoy her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the little girl was gone from his good deal. She was n't gone from his intellect, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and raves and was surprised when he let the persona into his head. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his foundation.

'' Go, '' she whispered in his intellect as he got up and declared his intention to evince her his wrath. `` chip in in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! madness ! Rage !

The moonlight began to set, the glow of the evocation runes diminished without the moon 's visible radiation. But the Nox was unceasing in this new foreign place. The star topology twinkled and illuminated the theatre. Inside the Christian church, the celebration began to slow down. Many of the satyr exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to collapse after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was time to settle for the nighttime until the future synodic month rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing Word in her nous 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 spread for his tush to slide into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the Nox, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the hard worker as `` putz warmer '' keeping their crude oil penis inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would serve as Armin 's rooster warmer as the former satyrs dared not use her for that job, at least not the first nighttime of her new place.

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

One of the lech had just blew his load in her ass, filling it with offensive seminal fluid and she moaned and thanked him. He was tired though and it took one of the females coming over to drag on him away before he pulled out. She was a wreck. Cum dripped from and dried around every hole. Her hairsbreadth 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 slide 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 smear near the statue. Though his fatherly endearment for Madelyn carried over even in his sacrilegious form, it also seemed Daisy had become his front-runner of the striver next to Madelyn.

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young twat felt amazing for Armin as he slid his member through her ruined drop from tail. He sat erect with his rachis against the statue while having Madelyn lean her spinal column against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's wooden leg around Daisy only to penetrate her with his nates. Soon his own legs and his weapon embraced them both as he fell into slumber.

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

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his putz into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute little sound as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former hand, made one happy sound as the ass slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy breathing. The lustfulness had released her and her brain was going a one C miles an 60 minutes.

As everyone seemed to go down asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more depraved state than Madelyn but her judgment was still on that hunger senior high school. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her creative thinker was starting to come in back. But she was had the afterglow of a good heights. 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 delay still and quiet, not wanting anyone to notice something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a nighttime of festivities really was more like the calm before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his range of a function. Then his mind shifted to older store. As he approached the church with a haste in his paseo, he saw his old companion. His old military comrade that had perished before his middle years before his association with the CIA.

When each face of his former teammates flashed in his creative thinker, a sudden burst of madness filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the lecher walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to wait on himself wine. As the satyr took a swallow and turned around, he found Mr O with a skull pattern on his face from the filth on the ground.

In his hateful ira, Mister O smothered the lech 's mouth with his handwriting and slammed him against the bulwark while using his knife. It was a short vane no doubt, but in tight fourth it served a determination. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the primer with his eyes broad open in shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his death quite a little to be the face of the man who defeated him. The forest god 's eyes filled with regret knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

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

Daisy was out of it but still wake and somewhat aware. She was the outset to see Mister O as he came into the far entryway of the expectant elbow room. Her oculus widened and her lip was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this space, she could sense his rage. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main expanse where the all the satyrs and the knuckle down girls were, and there he saw the inscrutable ghostly woman standing by the Lord's table close to Hermann and company. She looked down at the raise bronze penis with a incredulous looking at and shook her fountainhead before leaning against it and watching the event that would descend.

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

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

When he made his move and stomped on the lech 's head and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't cognise what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could acquire on all these beast ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with doubtfulness and concerns. Madelyn did n't inflame up from the disturbance. She really was incredibly weary out.

Hermann was phone asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's contract of war, his member retracted from both girlfriend immediately as he woke up galvanize. Just the Sami all the other satyrs and maidens woke up with a startled look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your dogs I 've put down already, Armin ! '' Mister O threatened as he held the bloody blade pointed at him. `` One at your brothel, and another in the former way. I 'm your blood sacrifice, right ? You want my pedigree ? come and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the 2nd 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 bleary optic. She looked between Armin, Daisy and the man she did n't really get it on.

The maiden letch lunged towards Mr. O, yet his rage caused him to reply with a forward thrusting kick to the chest of drawers knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in mickle. It was clear not all the lecher were fighters, even with supernumerary strength and ability, most could n't equate with Mister O 's fury and experience.

The maiden over screamed in horror as they witnessed the lech defeated to his accomplishment. Though they may give birth been captives in the starting time, many of the maidens had learn to eff these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their trunk to bear offspring now watched this madman beat them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the letch that gave the maidens hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a full berserk cult. When his back was turned, those that were fighter aircraft among the forest god used the opportunity to lash at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off Libra only to get back up and celebrate attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mr. O yelled as his own blood dripped down the side of his human face from one of the slashes a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally slash to the satyr 's wrist joint giving him a dull end.

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

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

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Hermann as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her care 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 world-beater. You 're a XIX twelvemonth old young woman. seminal fluid on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his spine to the corner. He did n't let that lay off his ferocity. `` I can run to Two Moons, like this ! All the way to Two Moons, like this ! '' he chanted with a gruff look as if he were singing thrill clique measure.

'' When I get to Two moonshine, Arminius 's gon na say, 'How 'd you get to Two lunar month in just one day !''' Mister O continued while the forest god looked at him as if he lost his mind. `` And I reply with a solid lot of wrath ! With blood and gumption and a little bit of danger ! '' he kept chanting until finally lunging at the crowd.

His hazard of survival of the fittest was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a delivery mission. Not necessarily a felo-de-se charge either, instead he just wanted to defend. War was his purpose, his addiction. War was his validation, the reason for his existence.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't look pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't look thwarted. She just watched with her ghostly profane eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the political program and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her hand out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one digit and a blinding white light shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't seem to care about the other female person.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her berm at Arminius, then walked toward the threshold. She took a stop halfway there to expect at Mr. O. `` They could n't give birth gone far. Her tycoon are n't strong yet. Get outside and find oneself them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Armin. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his darkening soul when the lighter illuminated. The lecher had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving seemliness as well. When the occult cleaning lady had gave him counseling he took a deep breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending night. The township and spate had vanished, there was no preindication of the eggbeater clang sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his rakehell pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His spinal column was covered with undercut. Even his berm bled out, virtually of his clothing was soaked in his own rakehell.

With his fad waning down, all audio seemed to exclude off for him except for the auditory sensation of his deep intimation. Then he saw her blonde hair, her bright blond fuzz as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to draw close, but his vision was fading. He was losing too a lot 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 imaginativeness was turning blacken, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the prison term ? '' And then he fell to his articulatio genus.

The night haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and visual sense began to go. She just shook her oral sex and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to take it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let events unfold as they would. The girl would make to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lech would dish out.

Daisy did n't have it away what happened. She felt a cold slipstream over her and then her sentiency were gone. The two girls appeared in a dark, hollow clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some time to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of sparkle happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd manner. She wanted to vomit up when she and Daisy were static again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! awaken up ! '' Madi cried loudly and stir Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

Luckily, it did n't take tenacious to arouse her and she slowly sat up and held her hired hand. Farther from the forest god, she could recollect straight. `` Where 's Mr O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her head. `` I ... I do n't be intimate, '' she said and frowned. Daisy got to her feet shakily and groaned. Her physical structure was sore from the nighttime 's events. She walked back toward the property they came from but could barely see it.

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

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

She could barely breathe from how hard she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this meter it stared soft and small and flared up into the like bright news bulletin. When the lighting cleared, they were back by the ram helicopter. The illumination was dim. It was very early in the aurora and rainfall was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar phonation, `` Where the nooky you come from ? Hell, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc vacation. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the chopper crash. `` You look like shit, do n't make a motion, '' said Doc as he began treating Mr O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always courteous to see a beautiful human face, darlin'. Also admire the outfit, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to face the Hero part in front of madame damozel in suffering. ''

After they switched back to the real world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was surprise that she 'd maintained consciousness at all. Perhaps it was her consuming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't indisputable. 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 blazon around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and savor their come all over and inside her. almost of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both daughter and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at Beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the import, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her handwriting on Daisy 's berm. She was also trying to cut through herself a bit. The full weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had meter to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of lineage, I need to do a descent transfusion. What 's your blood types ? '' Doc asked with a tone of business organization. He 'd probably induce interrogative sentence 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 sobs. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't bonk, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her young life. When they heard the smash team over the wireless, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't fuck the thing that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a unlike place ... like, the altogether church building went to a different place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc vacation responded as he took one of her branch and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to make the nervure to show as well as with Mr. O. Then with his med plurality removed a an intoxicant pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic tubing which he stuck into her vein. rakehell began to fall through the thermionic tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a gripe, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the back.

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

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

When Beau put the coat around the young woman, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her skilful to grant him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a instant and then back to her arm and Mister O.

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

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

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

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the vacuum tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the residual of the work stoppage team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the sound of a whirlybird approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to nail down down a bit. She was still emotional, disturbed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a little soften, but she was getting to the detail where she could function a bit better.

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

clotheshorse started to look a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better travel rapidly up and not deal with the political science, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a Rush for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his liveliness, Daisy shook her head some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't know what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm bad ... 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 showtime helicopter had landed, it was a different role model from the one the ten-strike Team rode in. As the side threshold opened, men and fair sex in fall tan weariness poured out. They all each also had on scant blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and Patrick Victor Martindale White gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but dissimilar. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this police squad dismounted from the whirlybird. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old antediluvian Roman gladius mode sword. He had visible light chocolate-brown skin, calamitous wavy whisker with a bit a bit of Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the scout troop and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back cover, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girlfriend watched as all the eggbeater began to bring down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last hour, it was n't all that impressive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of trend, boo, '' he agreed, then his attention turned towards Madelyn, `` come along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the good guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so very much since she was taken from her domicile. The last hours had been spent in a sort of lustful trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't experience this man but these people seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired daughter nodded and stood up shakily and had to hold on to Beau. Her body was exhausted and she was storm 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 sword sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the whirlybird most of his conversation shifted to complaint 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.

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a certain behemoth on the side of the chopper and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah know, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the fiend away, '' said young man. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my personal manner. The public figure is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to have it off. Yah more of Team Edward or Team Francois Jacob ? ''

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

'' Yeah, well, they 're changing with the prison term, '' Mister O replied, `` people become assholes. ``

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the grading on his trunk were diabolic. Old friend, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit touch on, `` Old friend, this whole mountain was a setup from the outset. There was a muckle 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 course there 's always another whoreson up the nutrient chain, '' Mister O responded.

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

'' Well, then Dreq need to get his happy little ass in line of reasoning with all the other assholes, '' Mister O responded.

'' That is dead on target, old ally, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that utmost component part about Dreq, I was referring to the signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

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

CIA agents had arrived with a stretcher and more health check equipment. They began replacing the blood blood transfusion tube with a stemma ring. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not cognize, '' Giorgio responded, `` The last entry in the information processing system logs at the sporting house was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That drug addict, the ponce that you beat up, old friend. It was no concurrence that he was at the Lapp place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attending went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am sorry, but I do not fuck your name. But the innovation was suppose to be that you deliver her to the brothel. The Satyros would confirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not know where this all principal, but Eternal City will render resources to investigate. ''

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

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

As they carried Mister O on a coping stone, he reached out to her and tapped her arm. `` Daisy, you 're gon na be okay. reliance me, we 've all done matter 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 fighter, you 're inviolable than that.

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been part of a programme ? So now not only had she been turned into some brute'whore, she was now a instrument for some other force that she did n't even make love 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 classify, she nodded at Mr O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was gladiolus to not have the admonisher of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was beaming to 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 center and was led away.

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

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of team Edward VII, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the doll, '' Beau explained in the chopper as he saw Mister O led into the other whirlybird with Doc vacation and the other members of the Strike Team.

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

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

When Daisy was brought to their helicopter, Madelyn gave her a soft smile and nodded to swell. `` 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 silence and put her weapon system around the blue-haired girl.

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Over the next few hebdomad, the girlfriend went down their own path. Daisy had a few twenty-four hours of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of music of refuse that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to watch to live with all the matter she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the tryout on her had n't told her and she did n't love what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to contact her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to relax and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other business to wait on to and needed his own time to heal.

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

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

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

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

'' They both still have live spermatozoan in their body. If cervical fluid is dynamic, then human sperm can live up to five days max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the physician answered.

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. honored guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different art object of art. An patrician womanhood is mesmerized by a particular piece.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his art and noticed a syncope glow in the corner of the sail. `` Yes, I am. But, delight. Call me Armin, '' he replied .