Broken Angel Falls

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A young blonde fair sex 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 use of killing herself, but she had done it knowing wide well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the gamey, and to not feel 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 good friend, It felt like she was the only person she had left the entirely somebody who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced idle and brought back and put into a comatoseness until she could get all the drugs out of her system of rules. Now, she was recovering at the center, trying to get her thoughts straight and go back to get better.

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

It was late in the even when a nighttime SUV rolled up next to an old church. Drug addiction rehab signal posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark causa, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut black-market hairsbreadth combed in a fauxhawk stylus with a scruffy beard covering heavy scruff on his boldness.

He stood by his vehicle and waited until all the attendee were dismissed from their session. With a lit cigar in his oral cavity he watched until he spotted a man looking to be aged in his L. 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 Samuel Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to plug to Carl in the stomach causing him to misplace his breath. `` You do n't search too good. How about we speak in common soldier ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of holding, she saw the conniption going on outside the substance. She gasped and could n't help oneself but watch. For some understanding she felt compelled to check the scene, feeling an resistless itch to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

The other man fell to his knee joint and began to mewl, `` Please, Sir, do n't bruise me. ! someone ... helper ! prognosticate the police ! ``

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

"Three !"Mister O started counting,"come on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very wake situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his genu and was begging the tart dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for individual to call the constabulary. There seemed to be a young lady missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a detective or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

A unusual vocalization then spoke softly into Daisy 's idea. A male vocalization, 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 skilful to appear seemingly calm in manner, she took a late breath. After readying herself as best she could her groundwork brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low voice, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the girl whisper to him. He had been so fill with the now ragged man he did n't detect the young lady overture. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off guard duty.

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

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

'' Hey, you gon na avail ? ``, he asked Daisy as they hadn't run far, `` Seeing Assuming as you 're associate with ancient Illuminati codification words, you 're here to aid, rectify ? ``

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

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

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

'' It means Light Conquers All,"Mr O responded as he dragged the former man with Daisy 's supporter. `` In the old 24-hour interval of my organization, it was code to enter arcanum catacombs under specific township undergoing research. Either way, it 's not everyday person spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the hurly burly had attracted a bunch of masses to observe, Mr O did n't seem to care as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` okeh, I do n't know who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a bourdon flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So delight save me that worry, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Then the figurer screen filled with various records, police disc, medical examination records all belonging to Daisy. The voice known as the Eye continued, `` salutation, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced suddenly not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record of affiliation to any secret companionship, cabal, or phantom organization. experience a safe 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 know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few prison term, she looked at between the computer, and the man beside her. It had all of her phonograph recording. Even the ones from the most Holocene overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a easygoing giggle when it seemed excited about the TV appearance. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the screen submerged back into the dashboard.

'' okay, so your public figure is Daisy, '' Mr O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, shadower Spectrum variance. You can say we enquire and operate outside the realm of normal by societal standard. But what 's your story ? You some variety of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - blue air Angel

He pulled into the drive of a random theater in tranquillise suburbia. It was nada out of the ordinary bicycle. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regularisation.

'' There 's a girl missing, and this is her house. Daisy, feeling, you probably have no idea what the fuck is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister 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 look door is unbarred, Daisy. Can you unfold it for me while I carry this asshole interior ? ``

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the crime syndicate portraits that hung up on the bulwark. Among those in the portrayal, there was teenage girl with dyed aristocratical hair, a literal cute smile and a girl future threshold character of stunner.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the sept portraiture as Mister O explained the situation in more detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the daughter was okay, then had a opinion and looked around the house. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something occur ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blonde watched Mr O as he continued to express the man towards the basement door only to open it and confound him in and locking him inside.

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

Daisy ran a mitt through her hair, nodding as he explained the procedure. She looked like she wanted to query him when he said something about probing someone 's brain for memories, but figured it was n't the unearthly thing she 'd seen today.

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from small-arm to piece. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on runes of any kind, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easy to recite once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a moment and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't know if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to give birth some meaning to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the runes have any linkup to, like, specific occult rite ? ``

"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 excuse the nature of the rituals being intended, '' Mister O explained.

He then walked over to the data processor in the living elbow room which had a tablet already hooked up to it indicating he had already been at the house 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 menage from work during a hit and run car fortuity. ''

Mr O then opened his pill which seemed to go around all password restricted syllabus which he brought up an email from the girl 's Father :

Maddie,

It 's dada. I 'm in worry and I need your assistant. I 'm going to visit you soon ! sexual love you, my blue angel.

Mister O continued to explain more, `` This email came in to a lesser extent than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various supernatural websites. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking hooey under the eyes 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 police phonograph record regarding the man, `` He 's a lie with pimp. Likes to deal girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college girls barely able to prevent their tuition monetary value. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's disappearance is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was respectable tidings. zero he was saying made the post any brighter or made her think the girl might be approve or sluttish to find. She watched him with the tab, showing her all of the info he had found. The girl 's female parent was idle, her father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known man marketer. The email from the founder made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. Things were bad and were going to get forged from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This whole thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The missy is with her father ... somehow. I do n't know how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the hunting history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that email makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a enquiry to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the threshold, `` 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 much for you to palm. But, I 'm going to spread that doorway and I 'm going to outsmart the information out of him. You can leave or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the room access and attacked the man as he entered and closed the room access behind him.

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` OK, '' she said and watched as he went to the threshold. While all this was going on, she seemed a short shaken but fairly chill out given the situation. She walked to the straw man room access and stepped outside, pulling the plurality of fag from her air pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm air her nervus as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mister O roared from interior. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging sounds could be heard. The commotion was enough to do the closest neighbour to top out out the Windows.

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

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

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

'' We got a lead, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a sporting house in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his touch. Ultimately, I do n't think she 's there, but there has to be a hint. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost mortal

proceedings began to roll by as the SUV now entered the thruway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl LBJ connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult grouping. They usually have unspoiled funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to fork out her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't occupy, I have a team en route to erase his store,"Mr O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the brothel is a meet up point to switch over the girl for money with the craze. But, here 's the thing, based on the crime syndicate portraits and the family icon, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her stone's throw begetter. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you guess the father is a victim or is he one of the whoreson ? '' Mr. O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to excuse the spot with the fad and the pimp, she nodded in intellect and ran a hand through her hairsbreadth. When he asked the interrogation, she frowned a fiddling and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the motion and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the signs point to something bad. I do n't think he 's the victim, but that 's just my feeling. ``

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

'' Today the United Nations has recognized two meter Alfred Nobel peace prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to lead the new cultivating island off the seashore of Greenland, just Union of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and parkway to better mankind has made him the ideal selection for this new colony, '' the radio reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' Okay, here 's the design. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's flunkey and you 'll feign to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the crony host, I 'll distinguish them the passing game musical phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to see some fucking answer. But, stay close to me, '' Mr. O explained.

Daisy seemed quite concerned in the radio set appearance and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her pinna perk up and take heed. Perhaps she was just eagre to see any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for hebdomad.

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

Daisy started thinking of style to take a leak herself look the part more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer clothes when she found out she was getting to leave rehab. She lifted her hired man and ruffled up her tomentum some and few low smear in her physical composition and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun islet but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a competitiveness and had watery-eyed eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't seem like a immense flock but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The aspect 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 matched his, but instead of diacetylmorphine, war was his addiction. It was his establishment for design in animation.

'' You look gravid, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the sense that I believe it 'll pass. '' And then as they got off the expressway, they passed a sign notifying their entry into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a better lifespan. But, within the biotic community also lurked a secret religious order of cultists using the community to hide their shadow workplace. `` take care around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no public figure, just a hostelry 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 itch or fix her hair. It was a short private road to the contribution of the city they were going to and when they got there, he told her to look out for their address and she nodded some. Looking at all the building and family, she finally saw what they were looking for and pointed out to the left wing of them. `` Is that it up there ? ``

Mr. O circled around the block a few clock time before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a mates blocks from the building and then dismounted. There had been a bus across the street from the building loading and drop off rider.

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

Mr O then instructed Daisy, `` accompany my lead and resist every now and then. The guy in the bus closure across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the same patch 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 work the parting. `` I can be a pretty unspoiled actor, '' she said with a little smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really listen the uncut handling. She knew it was voice of the act. She put a large frown on her grimace and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd deform her body and try to press against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and cross sigh and evidence him to let her go.

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

Inside more homeless person looking strayer stood near the entrance, no doubt they were precaution. As Mister O made his way towards the landlord 's office, all the tenant unit of measurement doors were open, inside the sight of girls appearing to be in their college years, most looking foreign were being forced to suffice quondam men.

One way in exceptional had a daughter that looked about Madelyn 's age, she was lilliputian 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 man inside had shut the door.

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

Mister O approached what appeared to be the construction business office, `` wine, women, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the mass in the office. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The multitude in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the boss as he sat in the cover of the office chewing on his intellectual nourishment while he talked with a heavy accent mark, `` Okay, up stairs. Third flooring, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virgin like daughter with bluish hair. But, if not, okay she will set about fucking tonight for money."

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

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

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

Around his soundbox were a pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked missy appearing to be in her twenties laying on her back on a table. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mr O and Daisy. Observing the situation, Mr O noticed the young daughter had the man 's seed dripping from her egotistic vaginal brim. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a passably young lady friend and could plainly see the come dripping from her.

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

trump began to go forth from his forehead and strange marker began to glow on his skin. Daisy looked over at Mr. O and then when the man began to speak, she looked back at him and blinked. Why was he telling them this and what was he talking about ?

Mr. O did n't pause and drew his pistol, but the unusual man lunged forward in one bound and grabbed Mr. O. `` I know who you are. Everybody knows Mister O of CIA, '' he said and then pushed him out the window. The man then faced Daisy while the elbow room door shut by itself locking Daisy and the other short fille with the strange man.

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

'' Who I am is not important, '' said the man as he approached Daisy. A slow paced walking, with each step his boots thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his source into fertile consistency like yours. My wages ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the thanksgiving Djall has given me, my manfulness causes an insatiable urge to plant his semen. '' As he explains his intent with one bridge player around her and the other touching her tummy where the uterus is located, `` I can palpate it ... Djall 's young will produce inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face closer to hers, his teeth were like fangs, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long fortuity 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 pants as if he was in a hurry to disinvest her. Something about her odor and taste caused him to go into a fury.

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

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

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

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

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a grotesque edition of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd shapes like that of a series of knots and he-man piercing along the shaft. Her bloomers now halfway down her thighs along with her panties and here he was pulling his turncock out of his pants. This man did n't even appear to notice the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

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

Her eyes saw his sickening rooster as it slid between her ramification and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so strange and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her second joint, raised her hips and put her manpower on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't fend and collapse your lord offspring, I 'll have got a higher chance of being rewarded for my service of process ? '' she asked in a tranquillise voice. `` Mm, then get me full and wet before you put that big thing in me, '' she said and let her hands move back to her chest, where she undid a few buttons of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere recondite down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smiling was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a tenacious skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His eyes also began to reposition as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her unwrap hide. 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 animal to breed the fertile physical structure ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his unknown prick against her, angling it upwards to position it to fathom her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her mitt to the wall and scolded her. `` Well you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to expect at him. Her words were almost cut off as he shoved his tool against her pussy again, causing her to heave in a much different way.

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

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

Along with Daisy, Mr. O assailable fired on him. The bullets were effective against him, though being increased in business leader it took more gunshots to put him down than it would a rule human being.

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

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

Daisy winced with the first few scene from the spot as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the other missy 's vagina and thigh and then got her to awake up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't recognise who you are, truelove, but if you have person to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a infirmary or police station. Somewhere dependable. Get a morning after pill and severalise them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the pathetic girl. With that, she reassuringly fixed the girls hair and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the business office, happy the dead reckoning had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mister O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the authority. `` We have a containment crew en itinerary. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's potential they 're carrying children of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medical specialty wo n't be able-bodied to help them. Let 's point back to Madelyn 's house until we have more detail. ``

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

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises timbre, `` Djall in the States ? Strange that they would muster him here, his followers are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian deity, the god of youthfulness and manliness. But then that would have in mind the runes hidden in the house painting were some sorting of attunement rune. A means to make her body capable of his acceptance. But, two moonlight, I 'm guessing it means we have two nights. '' Daisy was glad that she remembered to tell Mr. O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the probability to do so.

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

The blond followed Mr O and continued to mind to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old stories and wife tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the commentary about there not being many virgin in America, nodding and letting out a lowly laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it out-of-door, a chopper hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the helicopter, men and char in tactical gear fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to approach the building. From the vans, many in sorry suits arrived.

'' PI O, we will take it from here, '' said a woman from one of the trucks with dark hair's-breadth which seemed to be in boot, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This unharmed building is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA apparition Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of hoi polloi in the dark suits with combat boots. `` I was able to telephone in for help when dispshit threw me out the windowpane. ''

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so foreign to her. The womanhood said that they were taking it from here and Mister 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 foresightful 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 love. Do you have anything outside of the norm ? Example, a buzzing in your mind, or 2d mountain like visual sensation, or do you actually see things manifest that no one else can see ? There are respective symptoms that can give away what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll have to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three Clarence Day behind. ''

Daisy shook her head teacher 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 mean of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just in the last few solar day. When he mentioned it having to hold back, she nodded. `` No, of track. That 's what 's of import right now. ``

Chapter 4 - kinsfolk reunification

60 minutes earlier, in an undisclosed locating, a small vacate Town is now populated by strange men in cloaks and hoods. Many roam with torches in their deal as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in strange glyphs and markings. Eerie effigies surround the 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 forties and had gray fuzz. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My downhearted angel arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her hollow family unit family by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and pathetic girls forced to catch some Z's with men. Men had tried to take her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to strip nude and be examined multiple times. She 'd only been fed gross, moth-eaten food and given water supply to salute. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and tartan blouse with knee-high wind cone and flats to cope with. Her tomentum was messed up and her war paint was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

Then one by one they removed their strong-armer and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. Much like the man in the house of prostitution, they all had horns coming out of their os frontale. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their mind while continuing to chant.

Madelyn had heard multitude talk about Djall for the past tense few twenty-four hour period but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their strong-armer, the teen 's eyes widened and she could n't help but gaze. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her soft, raspy voice. A voice boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My down Angel, '' said the man inside the church building. The man who married her mother when she was a diminished child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my dingy angel. You have no approximation how peculiar you are, '' said the man.

She was so confused as she was led inside the church service and all the men bowed their heads. Then, when she heard that spokesperson ring out, her cutis got even more picket and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a ghostwriter. Looking over in the charge of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` dada ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. Mamma ... she.. Who are these the great unwashed ? Why are we here ? '' the little girl trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eye and she did n't sleep with what to call up or do.

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

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

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

Her begetter began to explain the position, `` I know you have many questions, beauty, but there are thing you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole animation and I 've been alert a longsighted time. When I met your female parent, it was by stroke and I fell in sexual love with her. She was a ace female parent who was struggling because her partner abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How especial you were, and it was my greatest joy to view you grow. But what you have to empathise is that my life 's purpose was to find the truthful vessel for Djall, for he can concede eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a stripling. The many students I had taught in my college learning arts classes, none of my runes responded. But, when you started your commencement twelvemonth of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you remember how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glow runes, I knew I had to accept them dwelling house and bequeath 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 brethren know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. take into account me to usher you a new human race, '' he insisted.

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

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

'' You asked who all these people are, they are our brother, you see. They are the kindred souls which resonates with ours. They will protect you and they will serve well you. Djall can also bring your female parent back, but there is something that must be done, '' her founding father continued.

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

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

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

'' Madelyn, it might be severe for you to infer, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a yearn sentence, farsighted than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat dying Itself, I had learned to refuse aging. I first escaped to United States in 1939 when the Italy invaded my household of Republic of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very crucial artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unknown legislative act made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church.

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

Madelyn crossed her arms over her chest and watched her Father of the Church as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the matter he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some stinking sci-fi movie or Lovecraft account. It was strange to pick up him talk like this. He was usually so logical and smart and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be dangerous ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a lower, running a hand through her longsighted Amytal hair.

'' They ca n't bring back mammary gland, it does n't work like that and if it did, something would go wrongfulness, you know that it does n't work that easily. Something will go wrong. This is all softheaded ! '' Madelyn said and then took a rich breather, `` Please say me this is all some sort of jape ! ''

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sense that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his mitt at the others in a gesture to calm them, which they did. He then responded with a sense of distressfulness and a stern tincture, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will go exonerated '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange alien language.

Madelyn looked affright when her father 's smell changed and he began to say that she would soon find out. The chanting took a second for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her father as he started walking away.

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

The more he chanted the others surrounded Madelyn to keep her escape, yet their workforce reached out to her as if they wanted to find her torso with their hands. `` The vessel is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the concordat, then soon he shall derive to spirit ! ''

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

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark paries of the church building glowed with glyphs and runic letter. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a second, and then as he turned around cornet began to sprout from his forehead as like markings on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with all-inclusive oculus and an open mouth when her father began to maturate horns and freshness. She had thought the other men were just crazy and using some constitution or something but now, she was astounded. Her arms were being held and there were mitt all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no longer fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even speak. This could n't be tangible. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moon

nowadays prison term, Mr. O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to beep in the centerfield console. Mister O then pressed a push button on the vehicle which caused the same LCD monitor as before to pop up in the dashboard, in the projection screen was a blonde charwoman that began to talk with a European accent mark, '' greeting, shamus O,

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, hold me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the charwoman and then at Mister O a few times and took in all the information, being obviously lost in all this talk of the town but trying to keep open up. When the outcry was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The squad is here, '' Mister O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a great help, but you are a civilian and not a trained private eye. I 'm sure you have questions that needs answers, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic code and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your armed service today and we will be in touch if you should decide to find out answers to those questions. ``

Daisy got out of the SUV with her purse and watched Mr O as he spoke, saying that she had been a big assistant. 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 happen were top-secret or something.

"A device driver will be here shortly to take you to any goal you wish to go, I wish you well, Daisy, '' said Mr. O before he turned around and walked towards the front room access without even a hug or a handshake. He said pretty practically what she anticipated, the blonde pursed her mouth and shook her head.

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to oppose. She did n't really consider either of them owed the other anything. She wanted to see the girl returned to safety and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't know what to do. `` goodby, '' she said and waved a picayune bit.

But then something unusual happened, an unnamed entity began whispering in her mind, `` spread your psyche, sweetling. Open it and you shall see. ''

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church as if she were there. She began to depend around and see all the matter going on. The details filtered in slowly, first was that of a satyr completely defenseless and thrusting savagely into a young womanhood that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another forest god rocking her hip to pleasure him. There were batch of daughter there seeking to have monolithic pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the older man who she recognized from photo as the father. She made her way end and could see the womanhood orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the batting cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would reach their fingers in the John Milton Cage Jr. to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the young missy, slowly overtaking the lugubriousness and anxiousness. Daisy then tried to go out-of-door to see any particular that would conduce them there.

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

The encourage away from the church service, the stranger the town seemed ... or at to the lowest degree in the astral planes. A black Corvus corax suddenly landed decently in battlefront of Daisy, and then another. Soon a flock of Corvus corax flew in roofy around her which eventually caused disgraceful fume to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to fume and whirl around her. Then, she heard the vibrancy and winced.

Within the black smoking, a man in sour and pluck clothing emerged. The weed seemed to emanate from him, but his headspring was covered in a black bag while wielding two petroleum looking blades. He approached Daisy with his head down and reverberation of indistinct whisper continued to echo as if he were inside her ear.

When she saw the man approaching her as the sonorousness got louder, she covered her ears and shrink away from him before a pair of bourgeon wings surrounded her and she looked up to see the man from before. He, whose voice spoke gently and pierced through the echoes as his wings embraced her.

The closer the smoky dark one approached, the louder the rustling as he raised his sword. Just as he was within reaching, behind Daisy that conversant gentle voice had spoken, `` stir up up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other military force at work. If anything, Mr. O has been in the study long enough to know better than to dismiss a principal, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always in force to trifle on the position of condom and at least confirmed the lead.

'' ejaculate inside, '' he instructed as he opened the battlefront door.

Inside, the house was filled with operatives in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a strange forensics probe of the house. Mister O continued into the house trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd hear to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how interfering the modest kin dwelling house had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more people here now, all of them doing something and looking dangerous in their gear. She also tried to stay out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different gearing, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on fixture vesture such as denim pants or cargos with t-shirts along with dark tactical train. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crowd was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer habiliment. While the military looking one had scruff and beards with short hair's-breadth, this other gentlemen had long whisker tied into a ponytail. And rather than heavy weapon, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fighting blades.

'' wellspring, O, sword lily yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun speech pattern. And then he noticed Daisy and took one hand to greet her `` Well how-do-you-do, darlin', the name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just call me Beau, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand stroke. He seemed magnetic though his eyes were a tint of red with pale peel.

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 script. `` Are n't you dangerous, '' she cooed and gave him a knowing smile, `` I 'm Daisy. Nice to adjoin you. ``

'' O.K., Daisy, this is the Strike Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met fellow, the one with the short circuit one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas cowpuncher ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medical officer. Nate `` One Time '' Jackson, J-Rod, and Hawk. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mr. O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to take in her mentation a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a convention one. It was crowded. There were hoi polloi dressed in gloomy clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each former, all together. Then I saw a blue haired young woman, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the heart of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a skirt 's eye position of what I think was grapeshot fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine plain ? '' Mister O thought. `` wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of birth rate, religious transport, ritual rabies, and wine making. A hedonistic deity. It would make up sense if they chose a spot near the harvest of wine-coloured, like near grape vine fields, '' he said as he began to modify out his clothes into dungaree and a t-shirt with boots and tactical gear wheel. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of Beau continued to front on the map.

Beau being his formula ego tried to make light source of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't holler myself dangerous. But, I do like to prick, '' he said as his smile revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' O.K., dude, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammo mag in the ammo pouch of his vest, `` Daisy, there are several possible positioning with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Moons Vineyard, '' 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 perfectly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a batting cage, watching her male parent with the others. ``

'' Two lunation vinery ? '' Mister O replied to substantiate her statement, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the macrocosm in two lunar month, 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 Sun Myung Moon. But it all made mother wit now.

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

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

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

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

'' Or all over Sunshine State, '' Doc holiday chimed in.

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black Corvus corax pile

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

'' We got a fix on Two synodic month Vineyards, '' said Mister O, `` Only problem is, we have respective Town that connect to the vineyard. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to facilitate us discover which townspeople looks familiar to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' Strike Team Operator hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more richly testosterone muscle psyche character.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd hold to facilitate them calculate out which townsfolk was which. `` If the others do n't see anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave swain a minuscule smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the hand truck but she did n't heed it too much.

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

When sheik spoke again, Daisy gave him a footling smirk and shook her principal. `` 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 motortruck in an overt field, two whirlybird with spinning blades awaited them to board. Big Papi, Nate `` One Time, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc Holiday, swell, and Mister O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to take the hand truck also boarded the whirlybird with Big Papi.

The chopper although night blueness seemed as contraband as the night itself, overlooked and solid in vividness. As soon as everyone boarded, both whirlybird took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in reception to what Beau said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a disconsolate sentiency looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her lifetime. She 'd try to get a normal job, avoid her old friend and her ex, shout her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the center of some weird shit surrounded by men with rape rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr. O and Doc holiday sat on the edge on opposite ends of the chopper with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earphone on to communicate with each early over the loud propellor disturbance as well as with the early helicopter. After about an minute into the trajectory, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing state lines, the vineyard should be about 15 minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to plan as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the powerful location, we 'll have our glide slope. It 'll be a hot fall, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got tacit. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

'' What 's that ? '' Daisy asked, but her inquiry was soon respond and there were more important matter as the other helicopter caught on flaming and started to go down.

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on display board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the backcloth, `` It vanished, but our boo is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make a sudden and intemperate landing.

Then all of the sudden a mint of Corvus corax flew along slope of the helicopter, first Doc holiday afford fired, then Mr O as it shifted from side to side. The raven poofed into contraband sens and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the wight appeared in their eggbeater and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while pilot film was eliminated.

Doc Holiday unbuckled himself and headed into the cabin while unholstering his pistol to shoot at the wraith. It vanished and appeared on the position of the chopper slashing away at the locomotive engine. swain unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the brute taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his best to take restraint of the eggbeater, but he was no pilot. Mr. O on the former hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` Hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the thick of the chaos, he saw her typeface and in that moment clip felt as it slowed down. The few times he saw her grinning like when she tried to look her piece for the bordello which caught his attention, perhaps a sense of attractive force he felt. Though he was n't going to allow it to her, but that quite a little of her in the out of ascendence eggbeater was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the backrest of her top dog and tucked her into his shoulder to facilitate her brace for the impending clash.

As the helicopter went down, Daisy 's breathing space hung on her chest and she closed her eye slopped and squeezed her arms around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened side by side. It happened too quickly for Mister O to recall the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vinery, though not a direct clangoring but still spun around and slide across the vineyards like a runaway train that had been derailed at high up speed.

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

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

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

'' consider them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mister O. `` The man shall be offering as blood ritual killing, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a special need of her. Let them witness our halo, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drag them both towards the church service to cover their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - moderate Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the first little while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her retentive journeying, and gagged because she would n't check crying and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop flight sexual enactment and non-white ritual in battlefront of her and it seemed to have some effect on the young girl. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual vim of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quiet, more stoic. The previous night, after the two newcomer had been brought in, some of the women in the religious cult took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and handwriting bathed her. She did n't oppose it. She almost seemed to love the especial attention.

The young woman was either so traumatise that she could do nothing but accept her luck or some force was slowly taking over her and causing her to want the cause she had been brought here to make out. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought process long enough to figure out what was going on in her own mental capacity. However, the thought of her don using her for such ritual still made her want to break into tears.

After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbolisation in different stead along her curvaceous body. She did n't recognize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch to a greater extent sexual rituals, being assured that, within the next day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hours before Mister O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some military group she did n't know and she 'd gone into a abstruse, dark sleep that did n't end until she awoke inside the church. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her wearing apparel in a very poor DoS from the impact and the dragging. Some price may possess been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your sleep, '' said Madelyn 's sire, `` It is essential for the blood ritual killing to watch the virgin ritual killing. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to frighten me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your live on name is hammer. And here you are trying to rally a low rate god so fucking stranger we had to Google ‘ Djall'on Wikipedia to learn more about him. ''

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

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming Church Father of the yr with that attitude, '' Mister O taunted. It was obvious he was trying to get under his hide. But it was futile, the sun had set and once again a new night had shrouded over the land as the Whitney Young lunar month shined over.

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the satyrs and maid, wine was served by female person cultists appearing to be pleasance hard worker for the ceremony. Armin, Madelyn 's father appeared to be leading the parody 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 quiet as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her Father of the Church introduce the commencement of the observance. A fuss of butterflies filled her belly when the striver approached the cage but there was another feeling there too. An unvoluntary one of forwardness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't consume to drag her. After a minute of hesitation, she took a oceanic abyss intimation, stood up and let them take on her hands and help her footmark down from the platform that the John Milton Cage Jr. was one. The Cy Young char was completely naked in front end of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremonial drew near to its briny event, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivities. `` Bring the adult female Trespasser, she will now bring together in Djall 's glory, '' Hermann commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful impulse with two of the female slaves.

Daisy 's middle widened as she saw Arminius command for her to be involved in the rite. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a steadfast handle of each arm as they forced her unto the Lord's table. She shook her head and bit down on the gag, she began to sputter against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely proceed against their reach. As she was brought to the altar and could see Madelyn being led over to resist just a few base from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a intimation of self-reproach hidden in that grinning.

One woman in especial sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his typeface in the focal point of the Lord's table. `` You 'll get to catch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the satyrs penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an bunglesome one for Mister O. It seemed once the letch got engaged in intimate body process, much of their attentions become distracted.

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

Daisy 's clothes were shredded easily and it left her completely exposed, still being held there by the two men. She was done fighting, knowing it was useless, especially after seeing how discriminating those chela were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was tall than Madelyn and more dilute, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly pocket-size breasts than the untried girl.

As the men relieved Daisy of her clothes, the women started to embellish Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever job they were trying to accomplish or whatever blank space they needed to put the supplement. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, ankle bracelet, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the observance while her don continued to shove and come home two of the slave, one after the other.

While most of the letch thrusted savagely into their female partners like ferine beast, Armin stood there breathing hard while the char he had been pleasuring him moving their body to service him sexually. Though he grew motor horn, his transmutation has quite a ways to develop like the others. He had grown his saddle horn, but much of his look still resembled his humanly variety. His face still familiar to Madelyn as her begetter.

The other letch'broken consistency were furred, much like those depicted in art along with cloven foundation, but still retained human shaped legs. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely shaped prick. In rebirth art, satyr were often depicted as priapic brute and with unspoilt reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the forest god, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely shaped cock as he did. It was red and the jibe knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beads, but the capitulum fate was much Thomas More of the common mushroom SHAPE. The other, his cock was shaped very similarly like that of a gymnastic horse, but not as enormous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the shaft appeared to broaden 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 virile way. Her muscles relaxed some and she just kind of watched the depraved human action that Hermann and the females were performing.

Then one of the women servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` Give your daddy a osculation, '' she insisted in a very lustful tone while he seemed to be in a unknown spell while his hammer penetrated the former missy. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would transform, and it was even more evident they wanted his shift completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in movement of her father and told to give him a osculation. She looked a little hesitant for a here and now 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 eyeball fall closed. She went to go back down on her flat feet, but before she could, something seemed to touch inside her. She went back to his sassing and gave him a hungry, passionate buss, letting her arms wrapper around his neck.

As Madelyn was brought over to her male parent, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her arms. She did n't battle or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their eubstance nearly touching hers. She could see their hammer and how similar they looked to the man at the house of ill repute. As Daisy watched this, a piano fiddling moan escaped her lips. There was something so ... depraved, yet stark in that kiss.

One of the lech approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped peter began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the house of ill repute had. It seemed each knot had a compass point of stimulation. The early with the gymnastic horse like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to pass towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right on the front twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped rooster teased the outside of her dampening lip and her clit. This seemed to be having an effect on the blonde, causing her to squirm More and close her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her eubstance experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a young woman in the middle of receiving oral exam sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked spit as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her skin. The other, also having a forked tongue licked her from the rear end of her mentum then up her mouth trying to try out her. When the glossa wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breathing spell caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the other started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to go on these two from just forcing themselves to bring her, but it seemed as if they could fall behind their ascendence any sec. Then behind the lech in front of her, a umbrageous man with a familiar part appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you hope this or, do you wish to stand ? tell me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at first Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming Loretta Young ma'am he raised since her childhood. But the more their osculate continued, the more he could n't carry himself and erupted filling the slave with his semen. As he did so, not only did he go along to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the fork natural language the others had.

She knew when he came into the other cleaning woman. It was easy to tell. Madelyn did n't stop the osculation, breathing out through her nose and bringing her body closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the best phiz but she definitely put the effort and lust into it.

Passionate kisses soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to smack her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable moans became beast like growl. One of his deal grabbed her by her cervix as he pulled his knife from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knees as he retracted his cock out of the hard worker. In front of his girl, his pulled it out one knot at a time causing a popping sound with each knot that escaped the cleaning lady 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the caput of his cock seemed unlike from the rest, though it retained the mushroom frame, the head portion seemed to continually move and twitch like a flexing brawniness. `` Clean it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue saint. ``

The young girl was pushed down to her stifle and she looked up at him with her big super acid eyes, licking the thick spit off her mouth. He told her to strip him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his shaft.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself lean down and cream some of his seed off the cock and then much like with the kiss, once she had the first mouthful, she was all about it. Her natural language went up and down his strange putz, seeming to have no trouble with her case getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find out. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each biff, Armin 's stopcock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out to a greater extent of his seed. Watching his footling girl use her clapper to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his dark desires.

The putrefaction was serving their ceremonial occasion quite well. The more she licked, the Thomas More it seemed to impress the others as the energy became more intense. Then as she finished cleaning him up looking shyly, the conversant voice spoke in Daisy 's mind again, `` Do you want that inside you ? Do you require to taste it ? '' He asked.

The words seemed to slide down into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young young lady lick her father 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the voice asked her if she wanted to savour the cock, she moaned out loud and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to observe.

It was obvious he was controlling the two satyrs touching her, licking, tasting her physical structure. It was then he commanded her, `` Teach the virgin how to pleasure him with your backtalk. Use your body to defecate him transubstantiate once more. ``

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

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

Chapter 8 - No turning Back

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her sass, it was illuminate his putz reacted to every single touch modality. The former two satyrs may have backed off to let Daisy approach Arminius, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his spinal column 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 component to impart each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the letch laid down and began to taste her now-damp slit. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly rise and crepuscule in a round with his licking and suction, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at handwriting ... and mouth.

Her nous bobbed back and Forth River, gagging a bit every few clock time and causing her own saliva to mix with his juice dribbling down her chin. This did n't slow up her down feather. She seemed hungry and take to do this. Letting her own hand declivity, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the portion of the cock her mouth could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

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

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the letch put his cock against her pussycat 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 feeling of his tantalization. She then opened her center and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the lower part of the cock enthusiastically, a little grinning coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Armin began to join in as well. One rode on top of the satyr under Daisy while the other cleaned under to wet-nurse on the tip of the peter rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd together around Hermann and his two PET.

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his chest gave him a blissful spirit on his font, a perverse tone of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the joy of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her ramification upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the jibe while rubbing it side of meat to side against Madelyn 's virgin slit.

Madelyn was very lots enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the forest god put her in his lap and let the distaff rub the shaft against her Virgo pussy rim, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the sometime girl, obviously experienced, suck her forefather 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her feet. These frightening puppet of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` reserve me to pleasure you, our holy vessel ! '' 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 military position while a slave and lech continued to make unholy do it above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't react to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the Lord's table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in front of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Arminius said to Mr O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's heads onto the cock of his beaded prick and slither their rim towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your lover where your allegiance lies, '' he commanded Daisy.

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

The lustfulness was too unassailable inside her and she began to conjoin Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own bridge player back up and began to fondle his large bollock as her sass pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his peter, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each various action going on between their legs.

Mr. O was forced to see, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not lovers. They had met the night before, but developed a working family relationship. If anything, there definitely was a tenuous sense of philia towards her. But nothing that would break his heart over. Instead, he saw this as a valuable chance to formulate plan as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole spot was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the evocation of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the sum mother wit of perfidy corruption ? Djall was the divinity of pleasure, not pain and treachery. Someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much thought into her family relationship with Mr 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 break off herself. It was a bit humiliating, but only a belittled function of her could care aright now.

The letch underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her succus as they flowed on his lip like a banquet. Something about her in particular that kept causing him to take fire inside the slave riding him. The other slave took notice as well taking good turn riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of obscure filth.

Meanwhile, the letch with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to mash his long shaft which one-half of it still protruded past her peg when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her consistence up and down letting her intimate thighs and pussy sense his horse like shaft pulsate and twitch while the slave with the tip in her mouth minimized the mess on her leg.

Madelyn gasped and let the lecher push her tight leg together and sorting of roll in the hay her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the picket, soft skin of her thigh and she knew there was a girl at the end of his cock, drinking most of it.

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

Madelyn opened her oral cavity wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's saliva all over her mouth and chin. She took her beginner into her mouth, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's head trend from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the statement and licked and sucked up all the cum on the miss 's legs, loving the mouthful and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his articulatio coxae each time Madelyn bobbed her forefront forward trying to palpate her deeper inside her mouth with each jabbing. The daughter had ceased to be his daughter, his blue angel. She was now another retainer pleasuring him in service to his deity. Inside her back talk, the chief of his dick continued to twist like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's middle were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too aware of her milieu and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, green eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her Father-God and over at Daisy. The rooster in her mouth was going mysterious than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much to a lesser extent than Daisy practically drooled even more as the dick rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was boneheaded and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the coloring resembled a xanthous or tan feel to it rather than White River. It was no incertitude filthy and hardly represented new life history as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual vulgarism. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her fount on his rough skinned balls.

Being a satyr himself and from his death transformation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's lower body finally took the manikin as everyone else has. The furry leg, the rive foot. His balls had morose pelt and a musky smell to it. It was not a impregnable body aroma. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with effort. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's lip, the more his balls continued to suffocate the lower percentage of her case under him.

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

Daisy helped her into her lap to straddle her. `` Come here, steady, '' Daisy cooed to Madelyn sweetly, taking a breath from being smothered by the sweaty, musky Lucille Ball. When Madelyn was commodity and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky smell and gustation of having Hermann 's balls smothering her face.

On his cover, with his pronged tongue the lecher continued to lick Daisy 's sweet pink flower. His tongue stretched out much longer and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her cranny. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading innocence hovering over his fount made him insatiable as he gave her one longsighted stroke of his lingua along her femininity. Meanwhile the other letch did n't mind licking her butt gob, tasting her sensitive parts of her endearing tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their snatch together with his long tongue and gave Madelyn joy she 'd of never imagined before this. The other satyr rimming her surprised her and she gasped but after the initial shock, she certainly did n't seem to beware. She just kept working on her male parent 's cock, swallowing all his yellowish precum and gagging on the caput as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the situation. With paw movements, he commanded all others to plump for away from the two. A slave had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious genus Phallus. `` Let the Virgo the Virgin and the betrayer perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each other with their bodies and spit, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two More into their carnal degeneracy.

Daisy had been about to offer her slit to Arminius since the shadowy human body had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of subvert letch. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of sensationalistic seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprise and Daisy was rum why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too broken about the program line. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to micturate out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a heat passion, letting their knife dance in each other 's mouths.

They 'd displace from that every few consequence and scavenge the cum off the early 's cheek and then go back to their buss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a second joint between the others'leg and they began to grind furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this carnal dance, showing her young better half the ropes of being with another woman.

The shadowy man with the comrade voice emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his touch only felt by Daisy, his sweet and soft interpreter heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this mankind, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and feel you. These depraved wight, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to finger me ? Do you desire me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The former satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the umbrageous man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar vocalisation now spoke through Armin, `` Do you desire this around your neck, be mine for timeless existence ? Crawl back to me, sweetling. ask my phallus in your mouth one last metre before I take your body. I shall exact you as mine. ``

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

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

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar spokesperson was speaking through Arminius. It made it obvious when meter seemed to block and he spoke in her mind again. Daisy listened to all the password he said and they had an force on her. An overwhelming Wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to leave her alone.

This loneliness had always been present in her life, she always felt the need to go to person or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary departure from the world she knew.

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

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

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her mind. Then there it was, the sound of clasping metal as the silver collar was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's oculus, Hermann seemed unlike. His body still the same as it had been as a lecher, but there was a unique energy about him. The man with the conversant interpreter could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

Daisy felt and heard the apprehension picnic around her neck and a new moving ridge washed over her, this one of gratification with belonging. There were still a pit of aloneness in her stomach and the thin look of betrayal on her own part.

Armin used one hand to sign Madelyn to go up. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to enjoy her dead body. `` pleasure me, '' Armin demanded.

She felt him rustle her up and it was a great tactile sensation. Madelyn saw him come up her and she followed Daisy 's exercise and crawled on her hands and human knee toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his bore putz in emplacement to Daisy 's folds, the representative spoke in her intellect `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - point in time of No regaining

The head of his cock pressing against her puss lips made Daisy postulate it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her hip joint down, the vauntingly, thick, knotted shaft slid easily into her with alone minimum stretch and strength required.

first base the twitching head that burrowed between her back talk. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each introduction. A loud, deep moan escaped Daisy 's lips as grayback after mile and column inch after inch penetrated her and slid deep inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged mystifying inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the lag he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. often like he did with Daisy, he smothered her brass against his foul scrotum. They were no uncertainty covered in cushy fur to seduce up for the approximate hide, but he wanted his little girl to be component of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her center and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course of action, there was n't very much force out required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the stew that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the uncut skin. She had to catch her breather 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

Pulling Daisy down all the way, a jut had formed on her low-down belly from the swelling of each nautical mile. Then he slowly raised her up only to bang her back down. The shape of his stopcock was unique, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed hotter than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in pleasure when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her belly to see the prominence and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that mystifying into her twat. She thought she was going to have to do all the work, which was fine, but there was a visible excitement on her face when he began to rive her fit body up and bang it back down. The physique of his dick made it slightly painful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own pelvic arch to help him, then put her hands on his shoulder to becalm her torso so she did n't descend over with the strength of him fucking her. The control, the lust over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the choker the initiatory time, but when the head of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slaves. Hermann was no farseeing a man, but a beast, a mythological puppet of pure lust. Even his formal began slap Madelyn 's face the to a greater extent he continued to pump his hips like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his body. He gave a good hard push and roared like animate being. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each knot on her belly twitched as well. His muscularity began to produce slightly. His trumpet longer, but it was obvious his new translation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off safety device as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting twosome of lust-filled person. He was changing again and her centre were all-encompassing as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage thrusts, using her trunk for his pleasure. His clapper came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her brim. spittle flowed freely the more his glossa moved.

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

As his peter grew inside her, it increased the stretching and infliction. 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 plea. Arminius began to look Sir Thomas More wildcat like rather than human with his rapid poke. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to pair.

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

Armin sat good and reached out to grab Madelyn. His branch seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could grab her waist with one helping hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial of bulges from his naut mi moved as he slid his cock inside and out of her. He then placed Madelyn on Daisy 's belly causing her to sit on the hump.

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

Armin 's body status was also very brute like, or yet Sir Thomas More cold. instead than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that particular position between their better half 's pegleg as she lay on her back, Armin was in a squatting position thrusting as primitive could be imagined.

In his knee bend position, he had Daisy 's pelvis slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to tug the swelling on her belly out more. It was because of this position that the swelling had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being capable to arouse both young lady that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her book binding and taking Armin like a woman of the street. Her articulatio coxae were raised, her legs were spread and wrapped around him, her moans were trashy and intense, her thorax was heaving, her nails were scratching at the Mrs. Henry Wood beneath her. She was in sensual cloud nine and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his consistency as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyrs, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human being like shaped leg, Arminius 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's wooden leg. His legs continued to change its shape into a goat like form giving him Thomas More tractability to hurl relentlessly in his crouch position.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could find those notch moving back and Forth under her puss. She let out a loud, surprise moan and put her hands on her father 's shoulders.

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

He heard Madelyn begging to fill Daisy with his come which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Armin held Daisy by her pelvic arch while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His human face had a perverse smell to him. The more he pushed inside, the tenacious a gray and brown beard began to grow under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some form, his glossa hung out like an animal.

As the scenery continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a delirium. She was grinding her articulatio coxae intensely on the light bulb pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her Virgo the Virgin cunt and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her glisten, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grok her plentiful breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest of drawers into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his rooster into her with one finis final push, he slammed his member deep interior Daisy as his pecker went into convulsion spewing his lousy seed inside her. Even through the jut, his cock twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most acute climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her organic structure was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Armin 's cock as his dirty, yellowness germ began to glut her uterus and flood around from around the dick to construct a hell of a smelly, viscous raft between their stage.

Armin howled in delight as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor tremor pushing out the last squirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was balmy, yet house. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's body as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a tush, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much skin. It was n't knotted like his cock, but instead inflexible bumps throughout the exposed skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even more of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her coxa and moved her hand down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing electric-light bulb as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - purity doomed

Armin continued to squat like an animate being in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere satisfaction, instead it was a spirit of seduction. His keister continued to slither around Madelyn 's organic structure as if he were learning to control his new tree branch.

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

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

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much recollective, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his genus Phallus one greyback at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a gush 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 gush of his cum to fall out. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum dripped from those luscious rim. Some dripped out in slow down streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nothing compared to the amount of cum currently filling her womb.

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

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

For Madelyn, the virgin, her introduction was about to begin. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid member and his thorax outwards. Hermann led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the billet gave her enough room to angle back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's stage were placed on each hand keeping them bed covering 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 as she lay there in her final moments of her virginity. She was now perched in strawman of the completely room with her virgin bitch exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflower her with his depraved, yellow seeded player and sealed her station as the watercraft.

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

The others followed along behind Armin while swallowing up Daisy in the crowd. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become fair biz to the rest of the others. They did not waffle to admit her in their sensual bacchanal as one forest god placed her on his lap with her back against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with rigid muscle and and hard midst veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to make her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and bask.

Daisy was trying to amount down from the huge gamy she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to displace and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a letch 's lap and it was mere present moment before his cock was shoved mystifying inside her used cunt, muggy and slipperiness with the seed of their drawing card.

The blond 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 mouth and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hand went to the other and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't trusted how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could get ways to give her in more satisfying ways at the same time.

Mister O knew the satyrs had one big defect, 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 tongue from one of his thrill. Seeing them distracted, he used the tongue to cut through his ski binding. As the crowd continued to swarm close-fitting to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to escape and slip away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her torso as if she were nothing more than an object for his gratification. The more intense her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral pleasure from her began to transmute. Most commonly, the butt like hind legs. Soon the other lech took card and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's fondness. Or so they believed. Those with already female partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to pass on them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slattern at a high party. She 'd rally person until they were done with her while rotating between two or three prick with her back talk and bridge player. She 'd get hang over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many peter in her mouth as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile cum, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her fount and consistency. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind peg made the satyrs more nimble and conciliatory to have her in different stance. One had Daisy straddling over his legs face to human face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulder and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a horse 's cock against her little maven in between her butt cheeks.

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

She loved being double penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to thrust his cock into her tight ass, causing her to moan out loudly, he felt her arsehole out-of-doors and stretch over the straits of his hungriness cock. The more he settle it into her ass, the more than stiff the shaft of his cock continued to germinate, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

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

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her ramification open to him, her crack almost calling out to him. Armin placed his grueling tongue right on her midget genius below her virgin kitty. Then with a long heavy stroke, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her pile and retain upwards riding up her body. He then sucked on each of her bosom, a laborious slobbering suction on each one leaving a slimed mess. Then his glossa continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her rima oris.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her backtalk and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a long line of his slimy saliva from his oral fissure to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girl moaned as his knife explored her body and smirked as the saliva string fell against her pale skin. His buttocks rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the spit on her body as it rubbed against her skin.

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

Each slub eager, the psyche wanting, the skin itself coated in his own seeded player as well as Daisy 's honey. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue angel 's naturalness. His keister wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waists. He towered over her, truly a menacing wildcat in size compared following to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as innate. He began pulling her body towards him, his ass slightly tightening up with the saturation. The head continued to force its way into her pearl tearing through her virtue, the hymen.

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the tail wrapped around her neck opening and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscleman tended as his turgid pecker pushed against her tight, young cunt. He was having to force it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to advertise against her sealing wax. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued study it in forcefully, his mouthpiece began to drip with Thomas More drool as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her seal of honour. naturalness forever lost to a offensive spear of filth.

When the seal broke, an even darker, more acute undulation of luxuria crashed over her. She was their nance now. She was his whore now. In this moment, she wanted this Night to live forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their cocks in every possible place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and have them the grace of fucking their queen.

He pulled back slightly only to advertize forward again ramming a knot inside her. Then again, with each knot being forced in harder than before. He was not making have intercourse to her in the to the lowest degree bit, instead he was violating her as all others before her. His blue angel no more, instead his new nasty whore.

A few drops of line escaped her pussycat but not much more than that. Her pussy was crocked 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 ready love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to screw her like the creature they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mister O had been working on his flight. fatigue and enfeeblement slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to fuck his new upbringing kick of what was once his girl, a few specification of her blood line from her lost artlessness had dropped on the flaccid penis of Djall 's statue.

As it did, Mister O dropped to the ground and writhed in pain. He was a blood ritual killing, the ceremonial had taken upshot on him. The more he tried to cower away, the More pain he found himself in.

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of degeneracy, the contamination of purity with soil, the unclean union of beastly creatures and maiden. Armin had forced himself inside her, his vulgar penis nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocent body.

He gazed upon the protuberance formed by his oddly shaped peter on her trunk. But, unlike the bulge he had created with Daisy, something else was unlike. The international nautical mile did n't simply pulsate, instead the shaft itself, although hard and house, it began to wriggle on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her inner wall as her eubstance swallowed him in.

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam dance it back in. But, as he pulled, her organic structure pulled with him. Her mound had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stuck inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the tribe of the werewolf packs, but this was a first gear for a satyr. Inside her, his cock continued to twist even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself stuck inside her. It was a good feeling no dubiousness. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her consistency the same way, she grunted a little and lowered her principal from its backward position and opened her centre to look down in disarray. The tightness now really sank in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a good problem to have in her nous. She grunted, groaned and moaned every time he yanked on her cunt and forced her soundbox forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

Being stuck inside her and feeling her tight bulwark squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and thick, it aided in the lubrication process as his primaeval impulse consumed him causing him to jerk his hips frantically trying to pull one knot out. He continued his hip move stretching her brim as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the infliction was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to retell his steps, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't get it on it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasm for the past few transactions, short niggling bursts of intense pleasure that made the pain like nil she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon finger, a real coming, but they were close.

The more he fought against her tightness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in heat. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her diminutive eubstance. The tight struggle was no doubt giving him gratification to the former-man turned beast. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lascivious delight as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an animal while his dribble flew with each swinging.

There were those watching and hoping to have Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more the satyrs covered her, baptized her in their indecent filth, the other little girl licked her, trying to strip her. Some kissed her, rubbed their naked dead body against her.

Daisy was in heaven. She 'd done plenty of blue thing in here liveliness with all kinds of multitude and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was felicitous to take aim pecker after turncock in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely splashed onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the females to come and kiss her ; work out her, taste her, share the pecker with her. She was happy to be surrounded by men who wanted cipher more than to encompass or fill her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a hard worker, but as one of Daisy 's kettle of fish showed chance, he pulled out the hard worker only to finish off at heart Daisy. Another had filled a hard worker, and kept his hammer inside her to act as a jade, then at first chance, carried her above Daisy only to rip his phallus out and let his filth drip out from her organic structure onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky ointment into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other girl over to her and pulled his cock out to release the cum, Daisy basically patched on to the lady friend '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 time one of them blew their disgusting load in her ass. Once she was done with the girlfriend, she looked back at him as he pulled out, their held her skillful, plump was buttock open for one of them who was basically waiting in line to squeeze himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag wench as he fucked her twat that was now completely ruined with yellow, dried cum and fresh germ being constantly supplied to its athirst depths and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the Same. Soon, her ass would be the same way of life that her mouth and pussy had. Not to mention the dehydrated come 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 sawhorse cock in her puss while making her drive him as he lay on his backrest, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third base satyr, began trying to draw his own cock in her occupied pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more than. Though he was only able to fit the head in, a slave seemed aegir to wait on him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his hammer. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to flush out the previous load with their own.

Her time to imagine was shortly, though. She was riding a nice, big hammer and had another man mounting her from arse and fucking her tight petty ass. She gasped when the former man came over and tried to wedge himself into her cunt with the other. `` piece of tail, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` Good boys, share that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the Saame and stroked him happily. `` Now portion that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the time period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her aliveness and she knew the way they could stimulate you find. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the instant and makes you feel like there can be nix else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this position, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another form of drug.

Mr 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 pain would sink. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no hero, not the knight in shining armour, nor the hero coming to make unnecessary the day. He definitely was nothing in comparability to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a sour reckoning.

Even his past lifetime of romance was anything but romance. Instead it was cheap one dark stands, soft little girl in foreign Land during naval port wine sojourn, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a non-white path, but this was unlike.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't sense hurt. Not the least bit fall apart hearted. Instead it was different, the subversion seeping inside his own soul made him starve war, he wanted to steep his brand deep inside each and every satyr he saw and take Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck 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 manpower and saw his veins turn dark.

There was unremitting audio of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the promontory portion ever escape. Though the fountainhead was much duncish than all the greyback, there were clock time from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her dead body as the head was caught in her tightness.

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

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the backside slithered among her body. During sentence of Armin 's vivid foreplay, the tip of the tail would almost spatter out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few times the tail bickering out on Madelyn 's rim, the smell was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour tang. It no dubiousness was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some succus on her lip, she licked it off and opened her mouth in case that was what he wanted.

The tail then ventured under her body, as her pearl dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the tail began to rub against her tiny superstar in the backbone. With his precum coating the nates head, it began to advertize inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a storm gasp as the buns went down under her and teased her ass hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her fists, loving the tactile sensation of having two theatrical role of him inside her.

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

'' No ... not my lady blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growl. `` My blue air bawd, '' he said as his ferocity increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting place. His bridge player grabbing her waists and slamming her eubstance into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to offend her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to love their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the discussion leave his sassing. `` Yes, daddy, your wild blue yonder whore ... lady of pleasure for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunt and moans. She was being ravaged in the most literal of ways. His cock would take in felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the deluge disco biscuit and lust that had consumed her body and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on earth as he continued to use her like a slice of meat. A composition of Pres Young, pretty, lovely centre that was there for the sole purpose of him and everyone else there to lodge their sick, sensationalistic source into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The god of rankness, religious XTC, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with joy, his priapic depravity began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His extremity grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once devoid consistence more and more. The derriere had sunken so deep that even the parts with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the skin has n't built the Sami lastingness like his hammer has. He had to draw in it out from her ass. As his nates retracted her dead body shuddered, a small-scale quantity of his cum squirted out from her bunghole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her sick tegument.

While the tip of the tail made its way towards her mouth, it continued to sprinkle more of his acidify goo all over her body until reaching her lips 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.

'' feeling ! He 's about to fill up the virgin with his seed ! '' One lech pointed out. The bunch swarmed even closer until they were all surrounding Arminius and Madelyn.

Daisy heard that the number 1 portion of the ceremonial was about to be complete and it barely registered as she had just gotten two heaps of nasty cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her dorsum as she had reached back to stroke a skillful big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't wield it.

Daisy was pushed towards Madelyn 's body, the forest god demanded her to bat Madelyn clean to make her trunk for Djall 's arriver. She was brought to the front and helped some of the former females clean the dour 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 succeeding job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her grimace under Armin, demanding her to suck on his glob to brace the keen cum while his precum continued to drip most in all probability to leave a slapdash mess on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the uncut sack and licked along some of the plication as his precum and some of Madelyn 's mellifluous nectar fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, offset it was dip of blood that fell. Then as Armin continued to bore his crude oil Phallus between her soft thighs, Madelyn 's continuous current of her own beloved that flowed from her defile maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid penis as her Virgo the Virgin parentage has it began to shift.

Though it may not have been noticed, or even paid attending to. It 's even potential for the participants of this desecration to not even recognize the total extent. But with each drop that managed to lessen on the penis, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's cheek, it little by picayune began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Armin, ensuring a resplendent sedimentation of possibly their new God into their vessel, the ruined virgin is made into a cocotte for their deity. Another striver laid next to Daisy, licking and suckling on Armin 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big taste of succus, they 'd sprain their psyche toward each other and make out for a few bit, exchanging their treats with each other, before going back to their new jobs.

His powerful hip cause, the very same that he blessed Daisy just import earlier, and the break one's back side by side to her as fountainhead was driving him into maniac nation. Every part of his beaded shaft dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juice making a sloppy deal as their conflate fluids spattered with each thrust. His wooden leg were muffle, even his musket ball were moist and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread panoptic as to not deprive the others of her body. Her sizeable thighs were bed covering and exposing her stretched, ruined puss. The others saw Daisy and the other slave underneath. Their depressed bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond hangout and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its formula, pink, pretty kitty-cat paragon.

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

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to underprice their warhead in her twat, they did. If they wanted to revoke her rose hip and fuck her stiff ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to part her maw, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this mo.

One in detail seemed a bit overly obsessed with Daisy, even as he had soiled her with his filthy cream, showered her with it it, he wanted more each time he had an opportunity. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout spirit in her fertile body specifically, even if that life were an abomination of animate being and maid.

Armin was close, he slowed his thrusting movements significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul rooster, each reverse more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's ass. She was being destroyed in the outdo way. From watching so much animal delight over the last while and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his seed, wanted their god, wanted the seed of the rest of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing setback. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another punishing and forceful break into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the inside information of his tool through her skin on the bulges on her breadbasket, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to salivate out like the filthy animate being he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... SEED ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his whore, she cried out in walking on air. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense thrust that would place every bit of his shaft into spasm and intense motions.

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sore. It was happening, there was no denying it. His putz began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final dip into her ruined flower, every mi as well as the head began to spasm violently. He howled in sensual bliss. He pulled her body into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his articulatio coxae. His arms reaching under to snap up both Daisy 's and the maiden 's face to smother his orchis, 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 dateless wave. Each knot pulsating, lacing, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his physical structure, Madi 's head word fell backward and her oculus closed while her sassing fell open in a breathless, still thigh-slapper of gross carnal joy. It felt like goose egg else. She could experience every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young uterus as she was unable to move or do much else besides just contract it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slacken down calm, he pulled his vile member out. As like the others and now with his little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each air mile that he extracted out, and another, until finally the top dog liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her vocalisation was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a faggot, '' she breathed out, her pectus heaving. She finally managed to front up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his cock exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each sentence. When the point finally came out, a flood of his cum started to be loose 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 lip to Madelyn 's now-ruined twat. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Saami, then pulled away with a cum-drunk face on her face. `` A queen should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to lick Arminius 's rooster to help clean him up. The other female child soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an out-and-out wad if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, lots like sex could do to a person. She 'd had uncounted orgasms and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt churchman. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in correspondence. `` My daddy 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never closing nighttime

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even mark. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, leap in the gang and sum in. Another incline of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was jealous or anything, but it felt as though his pridefulness was challenged. This primal depravity was driving him mad. He did n't wish about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond notion, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church building. But, where the fuck was the township ? There was no Ithiel Town. Just an endless grape vine study. There was no helicopter crash sight within the space, even as the moonshine shined there were no sight in image. He turned around and saw the church service, a foreign vortex of cloud hovered above. Something was n't properly, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his latest masterpiece. Spent most of his extended human being aliveness as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze United States Department of State dripping of his germ was a ken to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's head with his beastly hired hand and pushed her face towards the statue 's now set up pecker, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

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

Daisy gasped when Hermann pushed her headway down and told her to houseclean the bronze peter of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the cock had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some party favour with him but she still followed his rescript and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her oral sex to watch out what was happening by the altar. Armin was offering Madelyn to the crowd.

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

He carried her to the edge of the Lord's table while the lecher cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the sporting lady queen of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with pride and happiness then as if she were a piece of heart and soul fed to dogs, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry fauna. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the gymnastic horse shaped dick was the first to feel his new queen from interior. All others were in a hurry to push their prick against her rim as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a prick was pressed to her lips and she opened them to let it in. She did n't induce to do any workplace now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine kitty and her fond mouth.

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

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of sorts. Perhaps the first time in 100, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their befoul emollient. Many of them sang in a foreign language while the satyr fucking his alpha loss leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were capable to mount behind her as her horse cavalry cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his caprine animal leg in a squatting situation, this new interloper from behind had been able to intrude on her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the cocotte queen she was.

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

Still her organic structure never touching the dry land, her hand and feet were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her mouth from one cock to another while others poured wine down their rooster into her sass.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his can watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his physical structure with their spit. Then there it was, a cracking auditory sensation. Chipped bronze pieces fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more elaborated, as if greyback were begining to grow on the peter, but the head seemed to resemble the head of a cavalry cock. But the most interesting detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

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

Upon the discovery of the statue 's surprisal, 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 breakage. But of course she knew she had barely touched it except for with her mouthpiece and tongue.

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

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

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking delight. Djall had also been believed to be the same deity the antediluvian Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his approval. Armin seemed to give birth an endearing touch modality for Daisy as he placed his digit under her chin and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the vino. It was sweet, almost perfective. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's seizure, he 's already deposited his seed in three different wombs including her own. But now his member reached out to her, the tip tantalization at her mound as the sound of moist frame rubbing could be heard.

Arminius then grabbed her by her shank and lifting her to point her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her leg on the statue hands. The put up penis of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's pussy residuum on the light beam. Taking ascendency of her articulatio coxae once again, Armin moved her pelvis to rub her puss all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really storm when he put her in the same billet that Madelyn had been in for the observance. She had thought this was only for the vas. Though, this made her beau with some sort of pridefulness. He moved her pelvic arch against he erect bronze prick and she moaned lowly and relaxed her eubstance. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

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

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

Daisy heard the vocalization as her coxa were being moved back and forth. Her breathing was sonorous and she was very, very unrestrained. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Arminius, not her mystery man. She nodded at his Book when he said that she could be the one to really matter and severalize her to relish the statue. Lifting her hips, she sank down on the bronze stopcock 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 honour the church building, there were rune outside and their glow was waning. When he looked up, he saw the synodic month was setting, but there was no sun rising. An dateless Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow question through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his knee and rubbed his heart and then saw through the eyes of the letch who 's knotted stopcock was mystify inside her rear.

He could feel all the details, her soft impudence squeezing his beaded cock, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his eyes, Mister O saw the hale church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the centre of the statue. Mr. O became flustered at the post and shook his school principal. When the imaginativeness faded, he looked to the field and saw a cleaning woman in a egg white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the female child slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the finisher he was to her. He still had his tongue and kept it ready. He was n't surely what to make of everything, or even this woman. The Brigham Young mysterious charwoman took a few steps toward him. She had unornamented feet and wore nothing but the pristine lily-white dress that was almost like a partiality nightgown. She had deathlike pale skin, glowering tomentum, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly gamey eyes.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice sonant and raspy, sorting of like the sexy but precious voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the tongue in his hired man and showed no formulation, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Johnny ? '' she asked in a questioning note, her common cold, gentle script moving down to consider the hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her throat.

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

The young adult female before Mr O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a ground, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so cute when you play tough guy. You could cut me into a million little man right now and I 'd be right back in your head. I 'd be right-hand back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

'' I 've been looking for you, '' she said. `` wellspring ... I 've been here a long time. I guess it 's more right to say that you 've been looking for me. ``

The fair sex looked distantly familiar. Like a family appendage you see in photographs. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your dreams but you could never remember when you woke up.

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

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

He had asked her a few questions, what he had done to her, who she was, the wish. `` No, I do n't remember so, '' she said and tapped her finger against her chin. `` That would make this all too gentle for you. Well ... nothing will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her whole consistency slid around to digest behind his. Only her substructure moved in boring footfall. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the frock ruffled in the uneven jazz of wherever they were. Her handwriting slowly came up to cover his eyes.

As she did, news bulletin appeared in his head. Flashes of him and a young cute girl with pink haircloth disbursement metre together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life sentence that he may not be proud of. Images of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her room and reading a book of account, then visions of her being gang banged by the lech in the most intense particular.

Then, he saw the pink haired daughter again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not a great deal. At initiatory it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her abdomen with her rosehip raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted arrest, wrist joint and ankle handlock that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly sybaritic jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and black canvass and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a putz that was much too vauntingly for a human girlfriend to comfortably take. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd sleep with that. They were in their own little attribute and the man shrouded in dark could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her bridge player fell from his look and she backed away. When she showed him the imagination, it caused him to react violently. The pink haired girlfriend was an old memory board, a oppress retentiveness. dependable store were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad unity as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the nighttime Mister O lost religion in humanity. Or hope. Or even redemption.

The visual sensation of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as much as it did with the pink haired daughter. But seeing her as she was with her rosehip raised and the ominous person about to take her from behind was a whole unlike level. She was small, fragile, a touchy flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many pattern, with his slimy appendage.

It was more hideous than any of the satyrs, in many ways the rotating shaft resembled a sinewy forearm with a serial publication of tentacles that curled into a tower fist for the read/write head attached with wrist like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abhorrence for a tool invade her, was the welcome look on her face.

The looking on her face was not a learned look or one that she put on for appearance. It was a face of happiness. really felicity. The tone a devotee might give going to bed with their mate. And then when he defiled her, it was a spirit of vestal seventh heaven. She was adorned like a queen, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the part of the queen receiving her enthronisation.

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

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

Mister O maintained his fight position while typeface to case with the mysterious lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't allow him to blank out. A few snag streaked down his human face, though he did not cry. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of utter rage.

'' And you 're about to let it come about again. Daisy might not be close to you as she was, but she 's person '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 rage. I saw the things you thought about doing to her. I do n't fault you after what you just saw her do. hell on earth, do it. She might like it. But she 's in there wondering where you are redress now. And the short 'vessel ,'she 's about as old as Sadie was, '' she trailed off.

As he would find out her, her completely word form would seem to evanesce away into the night, before reappearing directly against his body. Her cold-blooded fingertips brought his chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her sang-froid, piano lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

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

His custody shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his fury could explode at any moment wanting to plunge his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for people. He bellowed a warcry roaring.

'' Do I remember how to care for multitude ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt diss. `` No ! I stopped caring a farsighted fourth dimension ago ! The ability to attention was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's typeface continued to replay in his mind.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while more blink of an eye of her face continued, `` My pity for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motion. There was no audio, just her grimace in front with demon mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master key to love her.

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

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to give care, the girl was gone from his visual sense. She was n't gone from his judgment, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an all-knowing narrator. She listened to his rants and Red Army Faction and was surprised when he let the images into his header. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his origination.

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

Chapter 11 - fad ! Rage ! furore !

The synodic month began to set, the lambency of the summoning runic letter diminished without the moon 's igniter. But the night was perpetual in this new strange place. The headliner twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivities began to slow down. Many of the satyr exhausted for their night of roll in the hay. Even as Armin saw the surface of the statue cease to check after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was clip to settle for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her head and slowed her equitation 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 tail to slue into her secondhand cunt.

When Hermann had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the night, each grabbing a slave if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slave as `` tool warmer '' keeping their crude penis inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would attend to as Hermann 's putz warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that project, at least not the start night of her new position.

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

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's young slit felt amazing for Armin as he slid his phallus through her ruined pearl from backside. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her body and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's chest. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to fathom her with his buttocks. Soon his own legs and his coat of arms embraced them both as he fell into sleep.

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the little girl, his peter still twitched to the feel 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 cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to make cute slight sounds as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former mitt, made one happy phone as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy breathing. The lecherousness had released her and her mind was going a 100 statute mile an 60 minutes.

As everyone seemed to fall down asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her organic structure was exhausted and in and even more corrupt state than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust heights. She was n't consumed by lust any longer. Her mind was starting to come back. But she was had the afterglow of a good high. It left her to lay there and think. That 's when it hit her. Mr. O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and detain 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 dark of festivities really was more like the calm before the violent storm. Mr O could n't block thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own mind feeding into him with his look-alike. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the church with a rushing in his walk, he saw his old comrade. His erstwhile war machine companion that had perished before his center years before his affiliation with the CIA.

When each human face of his former teammate flashed in his psyche, a sudden burst of rage filled his somebody. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to dish out himself wine. As the lecher took a drinking and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull rule on his grimace from the soil on the ground.

In his hateful ira, Mr O smothered the satyr 's mouth with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a short blade no doubt, but in close fourth part it served a function. It seemed Mister O was wanting him to experience the pain.

The satyr slumped to the primer with his eyes wide heart-to-heart in cushion. As he lost his foothold, Mister O wanted his last sight to be the face of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with regret knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that gloriole.

'' residuum in peeing, asshole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still wake and somewhat aware. She was the first to see Mr. O as he came into the far entryway of the large room. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this length, she could sense his madness. Something was wrong.

As Mister O came into the main field where the all the lecher and the slave young woman were, and there he saw the occult ghostly cleaning woman standing by the communion table close to Armin and fellowship. She looked down at the set up bronze phallus with a incredulous face and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the events that would get along.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and ramification, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr 's head causing a fracture sound. The corruption filling Mister O 's soul was causing his rage a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in infliction and awoke.

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

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

Hermann was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's declaration of war, his outgrowth retracted from both girls immediately as he woke up startle. Just the same all the former satyrs and maid 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 sword pointed at him. `` One at your bagnio, and another in the early room. I 'm your blood forfeit, right ? You want my blood ? seminal fluid and get it ! ! '' he roared.

Madelyn finally woke up when she heard the back tawdry 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 foggy eyes. She looked between Arminius, Daisy and the man she did n't really lie with.

The first satyr lunged towards Mr. O, yet his furor caused him to respond with a forward thrusting kick to the chest knocking him back. Mr O wasted no clip in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the satyr were fighters, even with excess potency and ability, most could n't twin with Mister O 's fury and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the satyr defeated to his acquirement. Though they may have been captive in the rootage, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly creature that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to bear offspring now watched this madman bewilder them down one by one.

There were some that could fight, and those proved serious to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden over hope. Though Mr O was surrounded, he was in a full berserker rage. When his rachis was turned, those that were fighter among the lecher used the opportunity to trounce at Mister O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to come down forward off balance only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own rakehell dripped down the slope of his expression from one of the slashes a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally thrash to the satyr 's wrist giving him a obtuse end.

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

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

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

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

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a poof. You 're a nineteen twelvemonth old girl. come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in shock and did n't resist.

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

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

His opportunity of survival was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue missionary work. Not necessarily a self-destruction mission either, instead he just wanted to fight. War was his purpose, his dependency. War was his proof, the intellect for his existence.

The iniquity haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't look pleased. She did n't appear scared. She did n't look disappointed. She just watched with her ghostly juicy eyes. She looked down to see the blond resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the weapons platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her bridge player out, she touched Daisy 's brow with one fingerbreadth and a glary livid light shone through the building and the two girls were gone. She did n't appear to wish about the other female.

After that, she laughed to herself quietly as she looked over her shoulder at Arminius, then walked toward the doorway. She took a blockage halfway there to appear at Mr O. `` They could n't have gone far. Her powers are n't strong yet. Get outside and find them before he does, '' she said, nodding at Arminius. Then, she was gone.

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his darkening person when the brightness illuminated. The lech had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mister O 's saving grace as well. When the deep cleaning woman had gave him steering he took a deep breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this never-ending Night. The town and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the whirlybird crash sight therefore there were no tap team coming. Mr O looked around, one eye shut from his stemma pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his body began to limp. His back was covered with snub. Even his shoulder joint bled out, near of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all sound seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his deep breaths. Then he saw her blonde pilus, her bright blond hair as if it glowed in the Nox. Mister O reached out to her trying to near, but his visual sensation was fading. He was losing too much rip 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 imagination was turning pitch-dark, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking phonation, `` Memento Mori ... is now the metre ? '' And then he fell to his knee joint.

The night haired fair sex could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and visual sensation began to go. She just shook her header and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let result blossom forth as they would. The girl would have to figure it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the satyrs would administer.

Daisy did n't have sex what happened. She felt a cold wash over her and then her senses were gone. The two female child appeared in a shadow, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some sentence to catch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her consistence shifting in odd agency. She wanted to retch when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's articulatio humeri.

Luckily, it did n't take long to arouse her and she slowly sat up and held her mitt. Farther from the lech, she could mean straight. `` Where 's Mister O ? What happened ? ``

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

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

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

She could barely breathe from how firmly she was crying by this full point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this metre it stared diffused and small and flared up into the same undimmed flash. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light source was dim. It was very early in the first light and rainwater was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

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

'' It 's always nice to see a beautiful facial expression, darlin'. Also admire the turnout, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that chopper. I just wanted to await the hoagy division in front line of madame damoiselle in distress. ''

After they switched back to the rattling cosmos or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stick around awake. She was surprised that she 'd maintained cognisance at all. Perhaps it was her overwhelming emotions keeping her conscious. She was n't sure. But her emotions were n't done yet. She was no longer crying loudly and intensely, but she sat on the ground and wrapped her coat of arms around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still palpate and sample their cum all over and inside her. Most of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both girls and their womb were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even search at fellow or say anything when he talked to her. For the second, she was at least a footling broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her hand on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to treat herself a bit. The wide weighting of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of stock, I need to do a pedigree transfusion. What 's your blood eccentric ? '' Doc asked with a tincture of concern. He 'd probably have doubtfulness as to what happened to them, but now was n't the meter.

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the resolution out. `` O- '' she said between sobbing. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't have sex, '' she frowned, having never needed to the data in her young life. When they heard the hit team over the radio set, Madelyn tried to explain as best she could, but she did n't have a go at it the affair that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a dissimilar place ... like, the unhurt church went to a unlike place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her branch and tied a rubber strap around her bicep to cause the nervure to show as well as with Mr O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcoholic drink pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attach acerate leaf to each end of a charge plate electron tube which he stuck into her vena. Blood began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the backbone.

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

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

When sheik put the coat around the lady friend, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her safe to give him a smiling. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mister O.

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

'' We got O back, '' J-Rod reported back to Big Papi in the radio. `` We also got precious payload. The bundle is safe. bollocks up it to hell. ''

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

Mister O opened his eyes as saw the tube connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the eternal sleep of the rap Team on foot approaching from the Town. It was then the sound of a helicopter approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to patch up down a bit. She was still emotional, stressed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a minuscule broken, but she was getting to the point where she could function a bit better.

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

Beau started to count a bit implicated, `` Well, them calvary folk better travel rapidly up and not deal with the political sympathies, the sun gon na rise in about an 60 minutes and I ai n't in a Benjamin Rush for tan. ''

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

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

The initiatory chopper had landed, it was a different fashion model from the one the Strike squad rode in. As the side doors opened, men and women in light tan fatigue poured out. They all each also had on light bluing berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white baseball glove. They were armed with violation rifles, but different. Their equipment looked similar to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this squad dismounted from the chopper. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At to the lowest degree not with a small-arm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old ancient Roman gladius style sword. He had easy browned skin, black crinkly hair with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the troops and spoke in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the helicopter and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

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

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

'' Ca n't, Giorgio. I 'm a bit fucked up at the instant, '' Mister O responded, while showing the tube that tethered him to Daisy. `` So, whatever you got ta say that brought you and your boy scouts all the way here from capital of Italy, 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 blab to Mister O alone, Daisy looked at the man she was connected to. He told the the man that he could n't be alone and the man seemed to accept it. She was n't really certain what he was saying but it sounded very foreboding.

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

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

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first metre and nodded, pulling the whole of the pelage around her as he left and looking between George II 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 course, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` seminal fluid along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the good guy wire now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at inaugural. She 'd been through so lots since she was taken from her rest home. The net hour 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 know this man but these people seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to accompany her. The blue-haired girl nodded and stood up shakily and had to agree on to Beau. Her body was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

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

'' You jumped out of a eggbeater ? '' She asked, looking over at him as they walked ; showing a bit of her remaining ingenuousness and lightsome nature.

'' Well, darlin', that I did. There was a sure teras on the side of the helicopter and so a sub was needed. And would n't yah lie with, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said fellow. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to have a go at it. Yah more of Team Edward II or team Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a concerned tone, `` The satyros at the whorehouse, the markings on his body were demonic. Old champion, be measured, the satyros are only instrument, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this altogether mess was a apparatus from the beginning. There was a pot made with the satyros and individual 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 Dragon which means ophidian. ''

'' Typical, of form there 's always another arse up the food Sir Ernst Boris Chain, '' Mister O responded.

'' Djall or Dionysus is a God of fertility, not end. 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 glad small ass in line of merchandise with all the other arsehole, '' Mister O responded.

'' That is true, old acquaintance, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that final division about Dreq, I was referring to the Signora, '' he said while looking at Daisy.

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

She listened and stayed quiet, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to piss more common sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a scourge and someone was trying to take on maintenance of her. Her hide paled and she stared at the man with wide eye. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA broker had arrived with a capstone and more medical equipment. They began replacing the blood blood transfusion subway system with a line pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not sleep with, '' Giorgio responded, `` The utmost entry in the computing device logs at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That drug addict, the pimp that you beat up, old ally. It was no coincidence that he was at the same place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's care went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am sorry, but I do not know your figure. But the aim was suppose to be that you return her to the bordello. The Satyros would substantiate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetency for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old ally. Signora, we do not know where this all pencil lead, but Italian capital will provide resources to investigate. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your people have used ... bombs. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a oath than blessing, old champion. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his squad while more CIA federal agent 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. trustingness me, we 've all done things we 're not lofty of. Sometimes it 's what we did n't do that we 're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There 's no changing that. We 're all going to take to populate with our sins, but do n't let it have intercourse you up. You 're a belligerent, you 're stronger than that.

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

Daisy just stared and listened. She could n't believe this was happening. It had all been part of a program ? So now not only had she been turned into some beast'lady of pleasure, she was now a cat's-paw for some early force that she did n't even lie with of. And on top of that, there was something about her that they knew and she did n't. She was defeated and her emotions were flaring up again.

As the mathematical group started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The acerate leaf was removed from her arm and she was glad to not birth the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was happy 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 centre and was led away.

Madelyn walked with Beau and listened to his story with purpose. She was happy for this. It was keeping her judgement off the Nox 's event and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People cry me Madi sometimes as a cognomen, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was the like ten, '' she said with a little giggle. `` But, I like both teams I think. Just not the lineament on them, '' she explained.

'' wellspring, mon cherie, my kin would be that of squad Edward, but I must say I rooting for Jacob to win the dame, '' dandy explained in the helicopter as he saw Mr O led into the other helicopter with Doc vacation and the former members of the work stoppage Team.

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

While the agents led Daisy into his helicopter, dude smiled at her and patted her on the cover. `` Ya safety now, darlin', now I hope y'all do n't heed if I catch me some beauty quietus, '' said gallant as he tucked himself in a dark shadowed niche as the sun began to rise.

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

Epilogue

Over the side by side few weeks, the girls went down their own itinerary. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a bit of refuse that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calmness back and tried to learn to last with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so extra about her. The people who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to touch 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 make relaxed and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had other business organization to assist to and needed his own clock time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of questions and ask about Daisy and Mister O and Beau a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her tactual sensation show about how confused and frighten off and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The hoi polloi who had rescued them assured her that they would keep her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home base and rule life.

Meanwhile, Mister O had made a replete convalescence. He was in a CIA adeptness in a lab. While waiting, one of the doctors approached him.

'' Mister O, we have the most Recent ancestry works back. So far the rake looks normal for both daughter. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the doctor reported.

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

'' They both still have hold up spermatozoan in their dead body. If cervical fluid is active, then man sperm can live up to five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

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

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

Mr. O then turned around and began walking away when the Doctor of the Church stopped him. `` Mr. O, there 's one Thomas More matter. Your blood, there 's a pocket-size trace 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 smile he lit a cigar in his oral fissure and walked away.

However in Seattle, an art entry was taking place. prestigious guest from around the nation gathered and marveled a the different pieces of art. An aristocratic adult female is mesmerized by a specific objet d'art.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his artwork and noticed a syncope glow in the quoin of the canvas tent. `` Yes, I am. But, please. Call me Hermann, '' he replied .