Broken holy man

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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

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

Today was the day she was finally supposed going to get to go home. However, something felt different about biography, about her consistency, her idea. ripe than before, but different. She could n't explicate it.

It was late in the evening when a nighttime SUV rolled up side by side to an old church. Drug dependency rehab signs posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his night suit, black polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut Black person hair combed in a fauxhawk style with a scruffy beard covering sound scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my figure is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to plug to Carl in the tummy causing him to mislay his hint. `` You do n't look too trade good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her diminished bag of belongings, she saw the scene going on outside the sum. She gasped and could n't serve but watch. For some rationality she felt compelled to see the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and draw near the man, the one in the suit.

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

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

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

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

Carl winced while covering his expression as Mister O put the gun to his pass. `` Please ... block ! '' he begged.

"Two !"Mister O continued.

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

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

Daisy was frozen in her place on the sang-froid sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his genu and was begging the shrewd dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the police. There seemed to be a daughter 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 strange voice then spoke softly into Daisy 's judgment. A manful voice, but gentle, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' repeated over and over as if wanting her to say it to Mister O. When she heard the set phrase repeated in her ear, she looked confused., but again, something compelled her forward.

Doing her dear to look seemingly serene in manner, she took a deep breath. After readying herself as best she could her infantry 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 young lady rustle to him. He had been so occupied with the now cod man he did n't notice the girl approach path. But, hearing the phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off safety device.

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

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

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

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

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

As she was trying to react, the two men took off and one of them was knocked unconscious. Not surprise 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 codification words. She seemed even more confused for a moment. `` Illuminati ? '' she said, gasping and blinking. `` I ... I do n't experience. Something just made me say that to you. What ... what does it intend ? ``, She asked quietly as she walked over and helped him with the other man. She was not all that magnanimous though, and only provided a bit of help.

'' It means clean Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's help. `` In the old days of my constitution, it was code to enter secret catacombs under specific Ithiel Town undergoing inquiry. Either way, it 's not everyday someone spouts out ancient code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the ruckus had attracted a crew of citizenry to look out, Mr. O did n't look to deal as he stuffed the man into the trunk. `` Okay, I do n't cognise who you are or who sent you. But, obviously there 's something odd about you. You can either hop in or run, but either way there 's a drone flying over us and I'll bewitch up to you eventually. So please save up me that trouble, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy blushed when she realized all the people were watching them. She still did n't know what was going on. He explained what the phrase meant and she nodded a piffling bit, not really understanding. What was happening to her ? The man was now in the SUV and the befit man was telling her that she could either occur 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 well job of scaring her, so she followed him into the vehicle.

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

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

Daisy stared at the information processing system as it spoke. She looked like she was completely mesmerized by it. It was so futurist and seemed to know everything about the situation, about her, about the man beside her. Occasionally few time, she looked at between the computing machine, and the man beside her. It had all of her records. Even the ace from the most late overdose incident that had landed her where she was right now. She also could n't help but let out a soft giggle when it seemed unrestrained about the TV show. A computer that got excited. Odd. Just like that, the filmdom submerged back into the dashboard.

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

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

Chapter 2 - wild blue yonder backer

He pulled into the private road of a random house in tranquilize suburban area. It was zero out of the average. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA ordinance.

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

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

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

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mr. O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the rampart. Among those in the portraiture, there was teenage young woman with dyed blue hair, a literal cute smiling and a female child next doorway type of stunner.

Daisy frowned more when she looked at the kinfolk portraiture as Mr O explained the situation in more item. She was so Brigham Young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the missy was okay, then had a thought and looked around the mansion. `` What about the mother ? '' she asked, pointing to the fair sex in the photo. `` She 's not here. Did something happen ? '' she asked, frowning again.

The blond watched Mr O as he continued to carry the man towards the cellar doorway only to open it and project him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll care with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to dig into his retentiveness. But I wan na show up you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the aliveness room where many whole shebang of abstract art hung on the rampart.

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

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

When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from slice to assemble. `` Yeah, I see them, '' she said. She was no expert on rune of any variety, she 'd never even finished college, but it was pretty easygoing to tell once he pointed them out. He asked her if she felt anything and she blinked, looking at him for a second and then back to the art. Running her fingers over some of it, she frowned, feeling silly. `` I do n't know how to do any of this ... I do n't experience if I even can do any of this, '' she said and sighed. `` If he hid them in the art ... they have to hold some import to him, or be leaving a message to someone ... Do you know if the rune have any ties to, like, specific occult ritual ? ``

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

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

Mr. O then opened his tablet which seemed to go around all password restricted programs which he brought up an e-mail from the female child 's Padre :

Maddie,

It 's daddy. I 'm in problem and I need your help. I 'm going to call you soon ! sexual love you, my blue air angel.

Mr. O continued to excuse more, `` This e-mail came in to a lesser extent than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP reference began searching the abstruse web looking up diverse occult internet site. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion stuff, I 'm talking stuff and nonsense under the heart of Venezia. And then three days ago her ally reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the basement is involved. ''

Mister O then brought up police disc regarding the man, `` He 's a known ponce. Likes to deal missy struggling out in the street, more specifically college daughter barely able to keep their tuition costs. And look what we have here, the night of Madelyn 's fade is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was practiced news. Nothing he was saying made the situation any brighter or made her think the girl might be okay or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The daughter 's female parent was perfectly, her founding father missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human vendor. The e-mail from the father made her breadbasket turn. It seemed ... off. things were bad and were going to get big from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runic letter once more, running a helping hand through her blonde hair.

'' This hale thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her sire ... somehow. I do n't screw how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this lines up with the lookup chronicle ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that electronic mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breath. `` But how does that guy play into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out garish than a question to him.

Suddenly the man in the basement woke up. He began banging on the door, `` Help ! Let me out ! '' Mister O looked annoyed by the screech. He then sighed in frustration, `` Okay, Daisy, I know this ordeal might be too often for you to handle. But, I 'm going to open that door and I 'm going to beat out the information out of him. You can will or look away if you want. '' And just like he advised her, he did just as he said. He opened the door and attacked the man as he entered and closed the doorway behind him.

Daisy took a inscrutable breathing space when he said that he was going to go beat the info out of the man and she nodded. `` okeh, '' she said and watched as he went to the door. While all this was going on, she seemed a lilliputian shaken but fairly lull given the situation. She walked to the front line doorway and stepped outside, pulling the inner circle of cigarettes from her pocket and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

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

Then the man screamed in agonizing painful sensation. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was silence. The room access opened and Mr O stuck his forefront out the room access for a second.

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

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

'' We got a wind, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his habiliment. `` You willing to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian territorial dominion in the urban center. Carl dropped her off at one of his contacts. Ultimately, I do n't call back she 's there, but there has to be a clue. ''

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

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

bit began to roll by as the SUV now entered the superhighway towards the urban center. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult mathematical group. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl Johnson to deliver her. Either way, he 's locked up in the basement, and do n't vex, I have a team en path to erase his memories,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up breaker point to exchange the missy for money with the cult. But, here 's the matter, based on the house portraits and the category characterisation, we assume Madelyn has a strong bond with her step father. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the doubtfulness remains, do you think the father is a victim or is he one of the assholes ? '' Mister O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explain the office with the religious cult and the pimp, she nodded in apprehension and ran a hand through her fuzz. When he asked the dubiousness, she frowned a petty and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the question and I have a sick feeling about it. To me, the signs detail to something bad. I do n't mean 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 set and the place playacting was that of the tidings. The Thomas More it aired, the more he looked annoyed by current events.

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two time Alfred Bernhard Nobel repose swag receiver, Sebastian holy man to contribute the new cultivating island off the coast of Kalaallit Nunaat, just north of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and effort to better mankind has made him the ideal choice for this new colony, '' the radio set reported until Mr. O turned it off abruptly.

'' okay, here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll venture to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the brother server, I 'll tell them the passport set phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to find some hump answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mr O explained.

Daisy seemed quite concern in the wireless show and she could n't count on out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no idea who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and take heed. Perhaps she was just eager to hear any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for weeks.

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

Daisy started thinking of path to make herself count the character more. She currently looked fairly put-together and mature. She 'd had a friend of hers drop off some of her nicer apparel when she found out she was getting to impart rehab. She lifted her hands and ruffled up her whisker some and few small smudges in her make-up and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her smell like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't seem like a immense mass but she thought it was a bit more credible.

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

Mr O looked at her and then gave her a duplicate take. The feel of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his addiction. It was his validation for design in life.

'' You look bang-up, '' he responded, `` I mean you look great in the mother wit that I believe it 'll egest. '' And then as they got off the thruway, they passed a star sign notifying their incoming into Little Albania, a community of Albanian immigrants looking for a full life story. But, within the community also lurked a secret sect of cultists using the community of interests to conceal their shadow work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some form. It has no name, just a hostel with a red ‘ D'above the room access, '' he explained.

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

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

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

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` Follow my lead and baulk every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the construction is a guard. He was sitting in the same post since we first pulled up and have been sitting there even after a bus had come and go. ``

Daisy nodded some when he said that they needed to play the persona. `` I can be a pretty good worker, '' she said with a niggling smile and followed him after he pulled her out of the motortruck. She did n't really beware the unsmooth manipulation. She knew it was parting of the act. She put a with child scowl on her expression and let him drag her toward the edifice. Every now and then, she 'd turn her consistence and try to push against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and discomfited suspiration and tell him to let her go.

Mr O did n't answer verbally as she played her role as she demanded to let her go as role of the act. Instead he tugged her and pulled in the charge towards the building, it looked summing up. Perhaps an old apartment building with evacuate rooms with the exception of old bottom used for service.

interior More homeless looking stragglers stood near the entry, no doubt they were guards. As Mr O made his way towards the landlord 's situation, all the tenant whole doors were spread, inside the raft of girls appearing to be in their college eld, nigh looking foreign were being forced to dish old men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made frustrated noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving bemire flavour to everyone she saw and giving Mister O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were safety. When they got inside, she looked stupid. Part of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to pack in her new surround. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the miss who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the door. These inadequate girls, god only knew the things that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building post, `` wine, cleaning lady, to which I act the giddy goat, '' he said to the masses in the billet. `` I work for Carl Samuel Johnson, '' Mr O added.

The people in the office sat there and looked at him for a minute, and then at Daisy. One in particular seemed to be the chief as he sat in the book binding of the office chewing on his food for thought while he talked with a heavy stress, `` Okay, up stairs. third floor, way 314. We give you $ 500 spear carrier if she is Virgo like daughter with blue hair. But, if not, okay she will start fucking tonight for money."

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

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

Around his body were a pair of female legs, as he turned around he revealed a naked girl appearing to be in her 20 laying on her back on a tabular array. She began to sit upright as the man faced Mister O and Daisy. Observing the post, Mr. O noticed the young girl had the man 's seed dripping from her egotistical vaginal rim. Daisy bit her lip as she too saw the man finishing up with a pretty young girl and could plainly see the seed dripping from her.

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

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

Mister O did n't hesitate and thread his pistol, but the strange man lunged forward in one leap 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 piteous girl with the strange man.

Daisy screamed and went wide eyed, wondering if he was numb. She was blench 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 walk, with each whole tone his rush thumped on the wooden floor, `` What is important is that we bring Djall into this world. Through Djall, I plant his seed into fertile bodies like yours. My reward ... .eternal youth. ''

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the wall, `` Because of the blessings Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiable urge to plant his cum. '' As he explains his design with one hand around her and the early touching her tummy where the womb is located, `` I can finger it ... Djall 's progeny will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his expression finisher to hers, his teeth were wish fangs, piercings on his nozzle and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an fauna, then a hanker chance event with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the side of her typeface, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this earth for C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her gasp as if he was in a rush to undress her. Something about her olfactory property and appreciation caused him to go into a delirium.

Daisy grimaced a little when he smelled her and licked her neck and fount. His hand was on her breadbasket, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this time it was different. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The animal 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 hind end flooring, men were yelling throughout the hall. When she heard gunfire, she jumped again and looked at the door.

The strange amand with the car horn continued to yank and tug at her gasp until it was halfway down her second joint. Though the gunfire almost seemed interminable, the craze man with trumpet did n't appear to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't react to anything but her. He continued to taunt her.

With a look of unsatiable luxuria in the horned man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall service Djall. In two lunar month when my kin industrial plant Djall 's seed into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born afresh and your offspring shall help show his prescript over this new rule. ''

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

He zipped down his knickers as his vile member, a grotesque edition of a man 's shaft emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like colouring material with odd configuration like that of a series of international nautical mile and he-man piercing along the light beam. Her pant now halfway down her thighs along with her pantie and here he was pulling his pecker out of his trouser. This man did n't even seem to note the gunshot going on downstairs. Had he not try them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her second joint, though he did not fall into place her, he savored the feel of her slit rubbing against the top of the cock. However, assuming it was Mr O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some clock time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some favor with whoever this guy was at the cost of her own dignity.

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

'' So if I do n't resist and give your lord young, I 'll induce a high-pitched chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a tranquillize voice. `` Mm, then get me in force 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 late down, perhaps it wasn't.

His grinning was a nefarious one as she appeared to have in. As she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, his tongue escaped his lips. It was a recollective skinny and forked tongue like that of a snake. His heart also began to dislodge as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want stimulation ? '' said the man, `` I am an animal to cover the fertile dead body ! ! '' With that he moved his coxa trying rub his unusual cock against her, angling it upwards to position it to penetrate her.

Daisy gasped and frowned when he pinned her bridge player to the wall and scolded her. `` wellspring you seemed to be enjoying it, '' she said and continued to count at him. Her Christian Bible were almost cut off as he shoved his cock against her pussycat again, causing her to gasp in a very much different way.

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

Mr O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to break up him in the side of his fountainhead with a flying articulatio genus strike causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the dead man on the base and fired a few jibe, trying to aim for the head, when Mr O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clipping was empty, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

Stunned, the horned man complained in disbelief with his final 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 dead before enjoying some aphrodisiac fourth dimension with my friend. '' He then looked at Daisy. `` You okay ? '' He asked while checking the Lester Willis Young girl 's pulse, the daughter that was flowing with the man 's seeded player. `` Anyhow, I got one mag left and they 're reserved for the assholes in the berth, I think I might go say hi, '' he said as he reloaded while walking off into the hallway.

Daisy winced with the first few shots from the agency as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry seed from the other girl 's vagina and thighs and then got her to wake up and helped her apparel.

'' I do n't know who you are, sweetie, but if you have somebody to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police station. Somewhere safe. Get a forenoon after pill and tell them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the poor little 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 bureau, happy the shots had ceased by now.

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

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a lilliputian bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. fountainhead ... kinda, '' she said with a soft, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the situation and how they had memory access coming to handle for the female child and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in concord about going back to the business firm, she walked toward the doorway. `` He said that Madelyn was with her father and was a virgin they were using to summon ... Djall ? He said in two moons or something, '' she said, frowning.

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

'' Okay, this makes more sensation now. So Madelyn is a Virgo. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US land, abstinence is not really a strong American language custom these years, '' Mister O continued.

The blonde followed Mr. O and continued to listen to him and then she said, `` It does seem like it 's always virgins, at least in the old stories and married woman tales. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the input about there not being many virgins in America, nodding and letting out a small laughter. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large vans pulled in. From the chopper, men and cleaning lady in tactical appurtenance fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to set about the edifice. From the vans, many in glum suits arrived.

'' private eye O, we will exact it from here, '' said a fair sex from one of the trucks with dark whisker which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This whole edifice is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA Shadow Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mr O explained regarding the sudden surge of mass in the grim case with combat bang. `` I was able to call off in for help when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

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

Then as they made it back to the SUV, Daisy explained how the horned man referred to her form which left Mister O somewhat baffled, `` I do n't know. Do you see anything outside of the norm ? instance, a buzzing in your mind, or second visual modality like visions, or do you actually see affair evident that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can expose what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll suffer to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three day behind. ''

Daisy shook her headway a few times and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't think so ... '' she said quietly and tried to think of anything different she might have felt both in her life and just in the hold up few sidereal day. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of grade. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family Reunion

Hours earlier, in an unrevealed location, a minor derelict township is now populated by strange men in cloaks and goon. Many roam with torches in their mitt as they circle around what was once a church that had been regaled in unknown glyphs and marker. Eerie effigies surround the church, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in burster. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his mid-forties and had Asa Gray hair. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue backer arrives. ``

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

She 'd been taken from her empty family home by some crawl and taken to a edifice full of scumbags and poor 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 naked and be examined multiple prison term. She 'd only been fed sodding, cold food and given water to wassail. Now she was dressed in the wearing apparel she 'd been taken in, a cute doll and plaid blouse with knee-hi socks and apartment to match. Her hair was messed up and her makeup was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

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

Then one by one they removed their hoods and revealed what looked like tribal tattoos on their faces with multiple piercings. a lot like the man in the brothel, they all had trumpet coming out of their foreheads. As the the two men from the van led Madelyn into the church, each of the cloaked men bowed their headland while continuing to intonate.

Madelyn had heard masses talk about Djall for the past few solar day but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their cowling, the teenager 's eye widened and she could n't help but gaze. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her mild, raspy voice. A voice boys had always described as aphrodisiacal and mature.

'' My dark angel, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her female parent when she was a small fry, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to talk about, my blue angel. You have no thought how especial you are, '' said the man.

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

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no dubiousness he had great affection for the offspring girl, `` seminal fluid, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a electric chair.

As the man sat down on his own professorship, the eternal rest of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the terra firma. Madelyn watched her Father of the Church as he spoke and shook her point when he told her to consider a seat.

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are affair you should know. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my whole life and I 've been alive a hanker time. When I met your mother, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a single female parent who was struggling because her collaborator abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could feel it. How special you were, and it was my groovy joy to watch you spring up. But what you have to realise is that my life 's purpose was to find the on-key vas for Djall, for he can grant endless life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a teenager. The many student I had taught in my college learning arts course of instruction, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your initiatory year of college and came to visit me in my schoolroom. Do you commend how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the signs, the glowing runes, I knew I had to guide them domicile and leave them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to leave suddenly, because I needed to let our buddy know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. set aside me to show you a new world, '' he insisted.

He was saying things that did n't produce horse sense to her. It sounded like he read it out of a Lovecraft story or something. She was so confused and overwhelmed by what he was saying, all she could really do was stimulate her nous and fight the teardrop building up in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

He looked at her body and took it in. Her new figure, the juvenility in her face as well as her teenage style of wearing apparel. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted girl, but now he saw something different. She was more than just the xix twelvemonth old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be surd for you to translate, but I need you to listen. I 've been awake for a foresighted meter, recollective than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat death Itself, I had learned to hold aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italy invaded my home of Albania. The Italians were after something, a very important artifact that my kindred and I protected, '' he explained as he revealed a unusual statute made of bronze sitting at the Lord's table of the church building.

The statue depicted a satyr sitting down. His organic structure leaned back slightly with his helping hand holding up at the slope. Another interesting particular was that of the letch 's penis depicted as flaccid which is uncommon as they 've always been depicted as extremely priapic wight.

Madelyn crossed her weapon over her breast and watched her father as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and follow the affair he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi movie or Lovecraft story. It was unusual to get wind him talk like this. He was usually so legitimate and smartness and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually insane.

'' What ? You ca n't be serious ... you expect me to believe you 're that old, '' she said with a scowl, running a bridge player through her long blue fuzz.

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

As Madelyn responded, the horned men began to seem agitated, more in the sentience that they were feeding off of her energy. And then her father raised his handwriting at the others in a gesture to cool off them, which they did. He then responded with a common sense of seriousness and a rear tone, `` You may not understand yet, but you will, soon it will get clear '' he said. He then stood up and began chanting in a strange foreign language.

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

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

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

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

It was obvious they wanted her to watch as her father continued while the dark bulwark of the church glowed with glyphs and rune. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to glow. Her father stared at it for a moment, and then as he turned around trump began to pullulate from his forehead as standardised scoring on his face also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with spacious eye and an clear oral fissure when her founding father began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the early men were just screwball and using some composition or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to fumble and fondle or even caressing but she was no recollective fighting. She was too stunned to struggle or really even utter. This could n't be real. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

Present clip, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's house with Daisy when a red light began to honk in the center console. Mister O then pressed a button on the vehicle which caused the Lapplander LCD monitor as before to pop up in the splashboard, in the screen was a blonde womanhood that began to babble with a European accent, '' Greetings, Operative O,

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

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

Mr. O seemed a bit surprised by that, `` A satyr ? Here ? They 're trans-dimensional beings, those type do n't normally cross over. The bunghole worshiped Djall, is Djall that herculean ? ''

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from nascence, this one in particular proposition we believe was man Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to believe Djall is the Saame deity as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and spiritual XTC. ``

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

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

"Alright, retain me posted,"he replied.

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

She looked over at the woman and then at Mr O a few times and took in all the data, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the cry was over, she stayed placid, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

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

'' The team is here, '' Mr. O explained, `` Daisy, you 've been a majuscule help, but you are a civilian and not a trained operative. I 'm for sure you have questions that needs response, and we do too. Like how you knew about ancient cryptic codification and the satyr implying about your kind. But, you will be compensated for your service today and we will be in touch if you should adjudicate to receive result 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 aid. She knew where this was going. He was going to say that she had to go now and that this was n't a office for her, be it for her safe or because the matter that were going to pass off were top-secret or something.

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

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to respond. She did n't really think either of them owed the former anything. She wanted to see the missy returned to safety and wanted to know what the satyr meant but she did n't have a go at it what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a little bit.

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

Then the foreign entity began flooding her brain with the whole Christian church as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the things going on. The detail filtered in slowly, first was that of a lecher completely naked and thrusting savagely into a young woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another forest god rocking her hips to pleasure him. There were mickle of girls there seeking to take massive pleasure from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the onetime man who she recognized from photograph as the Father-God. She made her way stuffy and could see the women orally pleasuring him. She could see Madelyn sitting in the cage, watching everything going on around her as others casually would get hold of their fingerbreadth in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a hunger growing in the young girl, slowly overtaking the sorrow and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

Just behind the father was the bronze statue that overlooked the ordeal. Though no one in the observance 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 townspeople. Outside of the church seemed desolate. But then, there was one polarity that left a clue to their location. A wooden C. W. Post leaning almost sideways with an arrow with a foretoken that read, `` Two Sun Myung Moon vineyard. ``

The advance away from the church service, the stranger the townsfolk seemed ... or at least in the astral carpenter's plane. A black raven suddenly landed right in front of Daisy, and then another. Soon a mickle of Corvus corax flew in circles around her which eventually caused blackamoor smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her optic widened as she looked around as the raven crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the tintinnabulation and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dismal and torn clothing emerged. The smoke seemed to give forth from him, but his head was covered in a bleak bag while wielding two oil looking sword. He approached Daisy with his nous down and Echo of indistinct whispers continued to border as if he were inside her ear.

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

The closer the smoky nighttime one approached, the louder the susurration as he raised his brand. Just as he was within scope, behind Daisy that familiar gruntle voice had spoken, `` inflame up, sweetling, '' he said, `` I shall see you again, and it shall be soon. WAKE UP ! ``

Daisy opened her eye. 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. ``

Mister O turned around and looked a bit confused, `` What ? '' he asked as the post 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 early military unit at workplace. If anything, Mister O has been in the field long enough to know better than to dismiss a jumper lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always ameliorate to recreate on the side of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

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

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

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how occupy the small family home had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot to a greater extent the great unwashed here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their geared wheel. She also tried to quell out of the way and followed Mr. O.

Inside the garage were a few men in dissimilar appurtenance, rather than the cause the others wore, they all each had on veritable clothing such as denim gasp or lading with t-shirts along with disastrous tactical gear. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how unlike this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in designer clothing. While the military looking ones had scruff and whiskers with short hair, this other gentlemen had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing daggers and a fight sword.

'' wellspring, O, glad yah can join us, '' the man said with a Cajun accent mark. And then he noticed Daisy and took one mitt to greet her `` Well howdy, darlin', the public figure is William Beaumont LaCroix, but yah can just address me clotheshorse, '' he said as as he kissed her forehand shot. He seemed charismatic though his eyes were a tint of red with picket pelt.

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

'' Okay, Daisy, this is the rap team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the abruptly one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas rodeo rider chunk cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One Time '' Thomas Jonathan Jackson, J-Rod, and mortarboard. Now could you please explain what you saw, '' Mister O explained as he pointed on a map laying on the table.

When Mister O spoke, she nodded and turned toward him and tried to collect her cerebration a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were hoi polloi dressed in dark dress, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a amobarbital sodium haired fille, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a John Cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grape fields. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' grape vine fields ? '' Mr O thought. `` waiting, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Hellenic language God of fertility, spiritual go, ritual rabidness, and wine devising. A hedonistic deity. It would make sense if they chose a place near the harvest home of wine, like near grapevine field of battle, '' he said as he began to exchange out his clothes into jeans and a tee shirt with thrill and tactical gear. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of swain continued to look on the map.

Beau being his pattern self tried to relieve oneself light of a serious situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed Fang, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

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

'' OK, dandy, not right now, '' Mister O instructed as he started loading ammunition magazine in the ammo pouches of his vest, `` Daisy, there are various possible localization with vineyards. Do you recall anything else ? ``

'' Two moonlight Vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, darkness, and intimate, '' she said and ran a mitt through her hair. `` The townspeople looks suddenly and desolate. Madelyn 's in a coop, watching her father with the others. ``

'' Two synodic month vinery ? '' Mister O replied to sustain her assertion, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the world in two moon, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in reprobate acts, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

'' I 'll set up a chopper, '' said Big Papi.

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

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

Mister O and the relaxation looked at each other for a second, `` We need to move now ! '' said Mister O as he slung an assault rifle over his berm and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a shadow wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, tragedy, terrorist attacks. ''

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

'' Either way, if they 're around then that means death and demolition is coming, '' Mister O explained while making his way out the house and into one of the motortruck. `` I doubt they 're summoned by the Djall worshipping dickhead, but if revenants are showing up it means Djall 's summoning is sure to pass to mass decease, '' he explained.

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

Chapter 6 - blackamoor Raven Down

The drive in one of the trucks was n't very much pregnant. A lot of the team members including Mister O spent to the highest degree of the driving lockup and loading their heavy weapon and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two Moons Vineyards, '' said Mr O, `` Only problem is, we have several towns that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll need to avail us identify which town looks familiar spirit to you. ''

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

'' Hoooaaaaah ! commando ! '' Strike Team Operator mortarboard yelled, obviously he was one of the more high testosterone muscular tissue header type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mr O said that she 'd hold to help them visualize out which town was which. `` If the others do n't expect anything like that one, it 'll be easy to tell, everything 's abruptly there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave Beau a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the shouting and testosterone going through the hand truck but she did n't mind it too much.

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

When swell spoke again, Daisy gave him a little smirk and shook her straits. `` 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 Mister O before following him.

outside of the hand truck in an spread out sphere, two helicopters with spinning blade awaited them to plug-in. Big Papi, Nate `` One Time, '' and Hawk boarded one eggbeater while Doc holiday, young man, and Mister O headed towards the former. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mr O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to force back the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

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

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what clotheshorse said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her sentiment, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a drab sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roomy had been nice enough not to kick her out after all this happened, and go on about her living. She 'd try to get a pattern job, avoid her old ally and her ex, call her mother and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was improbable. Now, here she was, on a whirlybird in the midriff of some Weird bullshit surrounded by men with violation rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mr O and Doc holiday sat on the sharpness on opposite ends of the whirlybird with their accelerator pedal pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had headphone on to intercommunicate with each other over the brassy propellor racket as well as with the early whirlybird. After about an hour into the flying, Mr O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing United States Department of State lines, the vinery should be about fifteen bit out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to be after as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the right positioning, we 'll make our glide slope. It 'll be a hot cliff, '' Big Papi was instructing before things got silent. Daisy nodded some when Mister O said they 'd be landing soon.

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

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

'' O, we have a shadow wraith on board, '' Big Papi reported while gun fire continued in the screen background, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' for certain enough their chopper was descending to make a sudden and hard landing place.

Then all of the sudden a spate of raven flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday open fired, then Mister O as it shifted from position to side. The Corvus corax poofed into black smoke and appeared as a man with raw blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the brute appeared in their helicopter and she did n't know what to do as she watched the while pilot was eliminated.

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

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

Doc tried his topper to call for dominance of the helicopter, but he was no pilot film. Mr. O on the other handwriting saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` Hold on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the chaos, he saw her face and in that consequence time felt as it slowed down. The few clock time he saw her smiling like when she tried to expect her character for the house of ill repute which caught his attention, perhaps a common sense of attraction he felt. Though he was n't going to let in it to her, but that sight of her in the out of control helicopter was as though he glimpsed something divine in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his articulatio humeri to facilitate her brace for the impending crash.

As the eggbeater went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest and she closed her middle tight and squeezed her blazon around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened future. It happened too quickly for Mr O to recall the next few mo. But the whirlybird had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct crash but still spun around and slue across the vineyards like a runaway wagon train that had been derailed at senior high school speed.

It felt as if graveness slipped away from around them as her metrical foot stopped touching the metallic element floor. She could n't see but she knew they were n't in the chopper anymore and before they hit the primer, she fell unconscious. Herself, Mister O would recover themselves somewhat safe on the ground, far from the crash. She 'd never know how they were saved, but they were.

Mister O opened his oculus and got up right away and saw Daisy laying side by side to him. The chopper crash site was a salutary mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a mystery.

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

'' consider them both, '' Madelyn 's father ordered the satyrs that had snuck up on Mr O. `` The man shall be offering as ancestry sacrifice, now the ritual is complete. As for her, Djall has a exceptional need of her. Let them witness our glory, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyrs began to drop behind them both towards the church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - Lead Us To temptation

Madelyn, for the first off petty while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her recollective journey, and gagged because she would n't stop crying and asking query. Since then though, they had done nonstop sexual acts and sour rituals in figurehead of her and it seemed to have some impression on the young girlfriend. Her father had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual vigour of Djall and it was making her more accepting of her destiny. She was more docile, more quietly, more Stoic. The old night, after the two newcomer had been brought in, some of the cleaning woman in the cult took her from her batting cage, stripped her of her dress and deal bathed her. She did n't campaign it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The young woman was either so traumatise that she could do nada but accept her fate or some violence was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to complete. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the thought long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the idea of her father using her for such ritual still made her require to break into tears.

After the bathing tub, the women had drawn a few symbols in unlike places along her stacked dead body. She did n't recognize them and no one would differentiate her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to watch more sexual rituals, being assured that, within the following day, the ceremonial occasion would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few 60 minutes before Mr. O. She had n't been knocked out by the impact but by some effect she did n't make out and she 'd gone into a oceanic abyss, dark slumber that did n't end until she awoke inside the church service. There was no attenuation in and out or waking up and going back to sleep. She 'd found herself tied up and some of her clothes in a very poor state from the impact and the dragging. Some harm may get been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

Mister O did n't know how long he was out, but another splash of inhuman 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 next day. He then also found Daisy tied up side by side to him as well.

'' I hope you enjoyed your eternal rest, '' said Madelyn 's Father, `` It is necessary for the stock sacrifice to watch the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spatter pedigree, `` Is that suppose to scare away me ? Your name is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your shoemaker's last name is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low rate deity so fucking unknown 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 fundamental interaction with the Father of the Church, then just sighed through her horn in and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

Armin did n't look too delight. Perhaps not the kind of reaction he was expecting. `` Soon your laughter will turn into sorrow when I bring my God into this pitiful public, '' Armin warned.

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

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

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

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed tranquil as she watched the conniption when the man woke up, then heard her father inclose the beginning of the ceremonial. A stir of butterfly filled her belly when the slave approached the cage but there was another touch there too. An nonvoluntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the cage, they did n't have to tangle her. After a import of faltering, she took a deep breathing spell, stood up and let them take her manpower and help her dance step down from the platform that the cage was one. The Edward Young fair sex was completely naked in straw man of everyone in the church service and seemed to be doing a good job of fighting the itch to cover herself.

As the the ceremony drew near to its principal effect, many of the participants crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be part of the festivity. `` Bring the cleaning woman interloper, she will now join in Djall 's gloriole, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his lustful urges with two of the distaff slaves.

Daisy 's middle widened as she saw Arminius dictation for her to be involved in the ritual. Two of the men unbound Daisy, but held a stiff grip of each arm as they forced her unto the altar. She shook her head word and bit down on the gag, she began to struggle against them. However, they were much stronger than her and she could barely travel against their grasp. As she was brought to the Lord's table and could see Madelyn being led over to resist just a few foot from her. Madelyn stood there and smiled down at Daisy, but there was a hint of remorse hidden in that grinning.

One char in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the management of the altar. `` You 'll get to follow your admirer become one of us, '' she said while one of the letch penetrated her from behind. The situation was definitely an awkward one for Mister O. It seemed once the letch got engaged in intimate natural action, much of their tending become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of male to females was take in more with the male. To every two or three Male, they had to share a female person among the group. But, as two of the forest god pulled Daisy along to the altar before Hermann, 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 crisp those chela were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more thin, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little Sir Thomas More maturity to it, though with slightly minor tit than the untested female child.

As the men relieved Daisy of her dress, the women started to adorn Madelyn with jewelry and finery the like of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to enjoy this, assisting them in whatever labor they were trying to accomplish or whatever office they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with fancy jewelry as if to prep her some more. wristband, anklet, and finally a livery to finalize her regalia for the ceremony while her forefather continued to thrust and riddle two of the slave, one after the other.

While about of the satyr thrusted savagely into their female partners like feral brute, Armin stood there breathing hard while the women he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew horns, his transformation has quite a ways to evolve like the others. He had grown his saddle horn, but much of his font still resembled his humanly form. His font still fellow to Madelyn as her Padre.

The other satyrs'lower consistency were furred, much like those depicted in art along with bisulcate human foot, but still retained human shaped ramification. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their strangely determine cocks. In Renascence art, lecher were often depicted as phallic brute and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the lech, much like the one from the brothel had the Saame uniquely regulate cock as he did. It was red and the shafts knotted similarly like those of anal beads, but the head portion was much more of the rough-cut mushroom-shaped cloud material body. The other, his rooster was shaped very similarly like that of a horse, but not as tremendous. Neither part was skinny per se, but the beam appeared to widen more towards the tip.

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

Then one of the cleaning woman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her hand and led her to her father. `` Give your daddy a kiss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tone while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his cock penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would translate, and it was even more manifest they wanted his transformation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front line of her founder and told to give him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a bit but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her sassing pressed to his softly and she let her eyeball tumble closed. She went to go back down on her level metrical unit, but before she could, something seemed to call down inside her. She went back to his lips and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her arms wrap around his neck.

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

One of the satyr approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped cock began to rub between her second joint much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each knot had a point of stimulant. The early with the horse like shaped turncock erected upwards as if it tried to reach out towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the other touched her right field on the front end twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a piffling as the two oddly shaped cocks teased the outside of her dampening lips and her clitoris. This seemed to be having an upshot on the blonde, causing her to writhe to a greater extent and close her eyes as her hide flushed a little bit as it heated up from her body experiencing the joy. She almost looked like a female child in the middle of receiving oral sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the back let out his forked spit as it stretched out to wrap around her neck only to slither along her tegument. The early, also having a forked tongue licked her from the bottom of her Kuki-Chin then up her back talk trying to taste her. When the tongue wrapped around her neck and started to solve her pelt, her hint caught in her pharynx and she leaned her mind back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the former started to lick her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to hold these two from just forcing themselves to take her, but it seemed as if they could recede their control any second. Then behind the letch in social movement of her, a umbrageous man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you wish to resist ? narrate me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate buss from his daughter, at first Arminius 's candy kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming young lady he raised since her childhood. But the Thomas More their kiss continued, the More he could n't comprise himself and erupted filling the slave with his seed. As he did so, not only did he go on to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the branch clapper the others had.

She knew when he came into the other char. It was soft to tell. Madelyn did n't block up the buss, breathing out through her nose and bringing her physical structure closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his knife explore. She was n't the outflank smiler but she definitely put the exertion and lust into it.

Passionate candy kiss soon turned aggressive as if he were merely trying to try out her from inside her mouth. enjoyable moans became beast like growling. One of his paw grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his spit from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her knee as he retracted his peter out of the striver. In front of his girl, his pulled it out one slub at a time causing a popping phone with each naut mi that escaped the woman 's pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the rest, though it retained the mushroom conformation, the pass portion seemed to continually go and twitch like a flexing sinew. `` clear it up, '' Arminius demanded, `` my blue saint. ``

The Edward Young girl was pushed down to her articulatio genus and she looked up at him with her big unripened eyes, licking the thick saliva off her brim. He told her to make clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his pecker.

Her hesitation returned but she made herself be given down and lick some of his ejaculate off the putz and then a great deal like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his foreign cock, seeming to have no problem with her face getting messy as she licked up all the cum she could find. When it felt like she had done all she could, she looked back up at him and smiled shyly.

With each lick, Arminius 's cock seemed to respond to Madelyn as each knot touched pulsated causing the tip to continue to seep out to a greater extent of his seeded player. Watching his trivial miss use her knife to pleasure him began to eat away the humanity he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her face below him servicing his night desires.

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

The speech seemed to slide down into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the youth missy 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 taste the tool, she moaned out tawdry and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to check.

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

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

Daisy wasted no sentence. She stroked the prick a few metre, sucked some cum out of the tip as it dropped and then took it into her sassing eagerly, going as mystifying as she could before gagging. Daisy then began to bob her pass and stroke what she could n't get into her mouth, closing her eyes and really getting into it.

Chapter 8 - No Turning spine

Hermann roared as he felt her mouth bob on his tool. While inside her lip, it was all the way his cock reacted to every individual signature. The other two satyr may have backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his back scooting himself under Daisy to taste her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transubstantiate as well as if Daisy 's succus had the final ingredient to give each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp twat. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly raise and twilight in a rhythm with his licking and sucking, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the labor at hand ... and mouth.

Her head bobbed back and forth, gagging a bit every few metre and causing her own spit to mix with his juice dribbling down her Chin. This did n't slow her pile. She seemed hungry and driven to do this. Letting her own manus fall, she took one of Madelyn 's hands and put it on the component of the shaft her lip could n't reach, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

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

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his peter against her pussy and began to rub against it. She closed her centre when he whispered in her ear and leaned her chief back against his dresser, seeming to revel in the words and the feeling of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her hand and then she began to stroke the dispirited persona of the rooster enthusiastically, a footling smiling coming to her face.

The slaves that had serviced Arminius began to join in as well. One rode on top of the lech under Daisy while the early cleaned under to soak up on the tip of the turncock rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two ducky.

The satyr enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her body against his bureau gave him a blissful look on his case, a perverse look of atonement even if he was n't penetrating her. In his idea, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted immortal. He then pulled her branch upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his cock while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side to side against Madelyn 's Virgin slit.

Madelyn was very much enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the letch put her in his lap and let the female rub the shaft against her virgin pussy sassing, which were basically dripping with her juice by now. She stroked her founding father 's cock and moaned as the beam was rubbed against her and she watched the elderly young woman, obviously feel, suck her father 's cock.

As Sir Thomas More satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royal family, kissing and licking her fundament. These frightening creatures of tale seeming to beg for her affection, `` Allow 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, Mr. O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable emplacement while a hard worker and satyr continued to make unholy do it above him caused him to kick the couple away, but as it seemed they did n't oppose to him. It was then another two satyrs took him and dragged him to the communion table and bound him some more before the bronze statue in figurehead of Armin and the girls.

'' Trespasser, '' Hermann said to Mister O, `` You have come here to slip my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your fan kneeling before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's top dog onto the light beam of his beaded cock and skid their lips 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 recession of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the heavy cock between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her tongue run along the cock and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic expression ... but she could n't stop.

The lust was too stiff inside her and she began to join Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large balls as her mouth pleased his shot and sucked off all the precum, trying to share it with Madelyn. By the clock time they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his peter, both trying to get as very much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hips with each respective action going on between their legs.

Mister O was forced to determine, but `` lover ? '' He most certainly knew he and Daisy were not buff. They had met the nighttime before, but developed a working human relationship. If anything, there definitely was a slight good sense of affectionateness towards her. But nothing that would break his centre over. Instead, he saw this as a worthful chance to formulate program as they were distracted.

But, it almost seemed as though this whole situation was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a Virgo degeneracy, but the contribute good sense of perfidy corruption ? Djall was the divinity of delight, not pain and betrayal. soul else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too much mentation into her relationship with Mister O. She enjoyed his company and there was not much else she could say. She felt awful for him having to watch this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit humble, but only a small part of her could like right on now.

The forest god underneath Daisy continued to clobber her and suck while slobbering her juices as they flowed on his backtalk like a spread. Something about her in fussy that kept causing him to erupt inside the break one's back riding him. The other hard worker took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a fountain of dark nastiness.

Meanwhile, the forest god with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her organic structure up and down letting her inner second joint and pussy experience his horse like cock pulsate and twitching while the striver with the tip in her back talk minimized the wad on her leg.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr pushing her tight ramification together and sort of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft tegument of her thighs and she knew there was a girl at the end of his pecker, drinking to the highest degree of it.

Hermann enjoyed seeing them take a crap out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to take him her oral cavity. 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 rooster. He then pushed Daisy 's headspring underneath, `` houseclean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to figure out up any of the lech 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her mouth astray, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spittle all over her mouth and mentum. She took her father into her sassing, closing her lips around him and sucking and licking, trying to mime Daisy 's head movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the command and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the taste and feeling of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his hip joint each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to find her deeper inside her oral fissure with each push. The fille had ceased to be his daughter, his blue air angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his immortal. Inside her mouth, the forefront of his cock continued to flex like a muscle. It was as though it was eager to feel more.

Madelyn 's eyes were wide. Normally she would have closed them while doing something like this, but she was too cognisant of her milieu and enjoying all of this too much to do so. Her big, wide, special K eyes looked around at the former satyrs, up at her father and over at Daisy. The cock in her mouth was going cryptical than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much less than Daisy a great deal drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to exudate out. Though it was duncish and worthless, much salty than a homo. Even the colour resembled a yellowish or tan timbre to it rather than white. It was no doubt filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented rottenness, intimate filth. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to smother her nerve on his rough skinned balls.

Being a lecher himself and from his lastly translation during his passionate kiss with Madelyn, Hermann 's lower organic structure finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry ramification, the cloven substructure. His orb had dark pelt and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong body aroma. Instead, it was more like the smell of pheromones as they naturally glistened with fret. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his Ball continued to suffocate the lower function of her face under him.

It was n't long until the satyr behind Madelyn had stepped out. The one under Daisy took it as an opportunity to pull Madelyn closer to Daisy 's physical structure 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 tiny footling yap that was hidden between her butt brass. 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 balls. When Madelyn was good and settled, Daisy went back to enjoying the musky smell and gustation of having Armin 's clump smothering her face.

On his spinal column, with his biramous knife the lecher continued to lick Daisy 's sweet knock flush. His clapper stretched out much yearner and his saliva much like their intimate fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her scissure. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a wall of her soon fading pureness hovering over his case made him insatiable as he gave her one recollective chance event of his natural language along her femininity. Meanwhile the former satyr did n't mind licking her stooge hole, tasting her sensitive parts of her lovely tush.

Daisy and Madelyn were both moaning very loudly as the satyr licked their pussies together with his recollective tongue and gave Madelyn delight 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 listen. She just kept working on her Padre 's cock, swallowing all his yellow precum and gagging on the top dog as she went.

It was then that Armin decided to escalate the situation. With deal social movement, he commanded all others to back away from the two. A hard worker had brought him a chair to sit on while he still demanded another slave to service his sacrilegious phallus. `` Let the virgin and the double-crosser perform. Let us now watch them pleasure each early with their bodies and clapper, '' he commanded. This was an obvious task to tempt the two to a greater extent into their carnal depravity.

Daisy had been about to offer her snatch to Armin since the shadowy number had said that he needed a final shift, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a circle of corrupt lecher. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of xanthous seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a show. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was peculiar why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too disquieted about the command. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each other. In an instant, they began to hold out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each early and kissing in a het up Passion of Christ, letting their tongue dance in each other 's rima oris.

They 'd move from that every few second and pick the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to grind furiously. Their moans and breathing were very hearable. Daisy seemed to be leading this fleshly dance, showing her vernal partner the roofy of being with another woman.

The shade off man with the familiar spirit spokesperson emerged once again, though he made himself only visible to Daisy, his trace only felt by Daisy, his sweet and soft voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this existence, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can coalesce and palpate you. These depraved creatures, I can feel you through them. For each one you touch, you also touch me. Do you want to experience me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The early satyrs appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood succeeding to Armin. He then appeared to meld with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you need this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? creeping back to me, sweetling. Take my genus Phallus in your backtalk one last metre before I take your body. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her mind again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a giving. Did you not desire your pain in the neck to end ? Did you not relish this feeling of being craved ? The collar is not theirs, it is mine. A lead so I can feel you. It is the link between this world and mine. Deny me, and soon I will pull up stakes. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my leash, keep me tether to you ... .always. ``

It took her a moment to realize that the man with the familiar voice was speaking through Armin. It made it obvious when metre seemed to stop and he spoke in her creative thinker again. Daisy listened to all the Word he said and they had an outcome on her. An overwhelming wave of loneliness consumed her as he threatened to provide her alone.

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

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

Then, she did as he had said before and crawled on her manpower and knees over to him, slowly, worriedly looking up at him and then taking his cock into her mouth, as he had instructed. With her hands, she moved her long blonde 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. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Hermann seemed dissimilar. His body still the same as it had been as a satyr, but there was a alone energy about him. The man with the familiar representative could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

Armin used one hired man to signal Madelyn to go about. Then he grabbed Daisy and lifted her up on his lap, it was time to revel her body. `` delight me, '' Hermann demanded.

She felt him lift her up and it was a great feeling. Madelyn saw him rally her and she followed Daisy 's example and crawled on her work force and knee toward him. `` Yes, pappa ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Hermann held his eager cock in position to Daisy 's plication, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No yield

The head of his cock pressing against her cunt sass made Daisy require it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no time. Her pussy was drenched and as she brought her pelvis down, the large, stocky, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimum stretching and military unit required.

First the twitching head that burrowed between her lips. Then each knot that seemed to pulsate with each introduction. A forte, mystifying moan escaped Daisy 's sassing as nautical mile after greyback and in after column inch penetrated her and slid deeply inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged deep inside her.

Armin sat there like a B. B. King as Daisy took him inside her. All the meanwhile he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. Much like he did with Daisy, he smothered her facial expression against his filthy scrotum. They were no doubt covered in soft fur to score up for the rough pelt, but he wanted his lilliputian girl to be piece of his misdemeanour of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her center and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course, there was n't much military group required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the jumpy tegument. She had to catch her breathing spell 3when she could but she did n't seem to mind.

pull Daisy down all the way, a bulge had formed on her lower belly from the swelling of each knot. Then he slowly raised her up only to slam her back down. The shape of his peter was unequalled, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed spicy than that of a normal human.

Daisy cried out in joy when he pulled her down on him. She looked down at her paunch to see the jut and was stunned. No one had ever gotten that inscrutable into her cunt. She thought she was going to have to do all the employment, which was fine, but there was a seeable excitement on her nerve when he began to pull her fit soundbox up and flap down it back down. The shape of his cock made it slightly awful but Daisy absolutely loved it.

She used her own hips to assist him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her body so she did n't fall over with the violence of him fucking her. The command, the lecherousness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the offset clip, but when the nous of his cock penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in rapture as her body was brought up and down.

It did n't film long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the slave. Armin was no yearner a man, but a animate being, a mythic wight of pure lust. Even his balls began slap Madelyn 's grimace the Sir Thomas More he continued to pump his hip like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his consistency. He gave a good voiceless push and roared like beast. He was beginning to transform again, the bulges from each burl on her belly twitched as well. His muscles began to grow slightly. His hooter longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off guard as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting brace of lust-filled someone. He was changing again and her eyes were blanket as she watched this happen. He then resumed his brute knife thrust, using her consistence for his pleasure. His natural language came out of his sass, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake and slithered around on her rim. Saliva flowed freely the more his knife moved.

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

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

He answers her supplication. Armin began to take care more beast like rather than human with his rapid jab. He laid her down on her binding and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to twin.

When Daisy was laid down, her hands reached out to get the picture and claw at whatever she was laying on now. Her stage spread wide once again and she continued to groan incredibly deeply and passionately as he fucked her. She felt like a bitch in heat to this rutting alpha.

Armin sat vertical and reached out to snaffle Madelyn. His sleeve seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could grab her waist with one hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the series of bulges from his knots 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 extrusion.

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

Armin 's physical structure location was also very fauna like, or yet more than cold. Rather than thrusting while on his human knee as nigh would in that particular position between their married person 's legs as she lay on her back, Armin was in a scrunch position thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his squat place, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the reason causing his phallic rod to force the bulges on her belly out more. It was because of this military position that the gibbousness had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able to enkindle both girl that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her spine and taking Hermann like a working girl. Her hips were raised, her pegleg were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were tacky and intense, her bureau was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in carnal walking on air and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his body as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the other satyr, his began to encourage evolve. Unlike the human like molded stage, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's legs. His legs continued to change its shape into a Capricorn the Goat like form giving him more flexibility to thrust relentlessly in his hunker spatial relation.

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

'' Oh, Daddy, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't expect to have that interior of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lust and basically begging. `` Daddy, fill our pretty pet with your ejaculate and let her watch you require me as your vessel. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fulfil Daisy with his seed which sent him into a crazed craze. Arminius held Daisy by her pelvic arch while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His side had a perverse look to him. The more he pushed inside, the prospicient a grayish and brown byssus began to raise under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a spell of some sort, his tongue hung out like an animal.

As the scenery continued, Madelyn grinned when her beggary seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the bulbs pressing against Daisy 's peel, letting all of them labour against her virgin snatch and feeling her juice making Daisy 's pelt 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 ample breasts and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her chest into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their regard. Arminius shoved his cock into her with one last concluding push, he slammed his genus Phallus mystifying inside Daisy as his cock went into fit spewing his filthy seed inside her. Even through the bulges, his turncock twitched and squirmed as he continue to oversupply her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her body was shaking and convulsing violently as her juice were leaking out all around Armin 's hammer as his dirty, sensationalistic source began to oversupply her uterus and rising tide around from around the prick to make a hell of a smelly, sticky wad between their peg.

Armin howled in delight as he his translation continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with minor earth tremor pushing out the shoemaker's last spurts of his chicken cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was sonant, yet firm. Furry much like his wooden leg as it wrapped around Madelyn 's soundbox as it exploring her.

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

'' Oh, she 's loving it, papa, '' Madelyn cooed. Then, she saw the new outgrowth and gasped. It only took her a moment to grin and figure out what it was. `` Oh, please, '' she moaned and opened her backtalk, looking at him, her hired man still massaging his pecker under Daisy 's skin.

Chapter 9 - Innocence lost

Arminius continued to hunker down like an animal in his newly formed hind ramification. He continued to smile in delight with more than mere atonement, instead it was a face of conquest. His tail continued to slither around Madelyn 's soundbox as if he were learning to keep in line his new limb.

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

Regaining a bit of his calmness, possibly the calm before the tempest knowing that soon Madelyn would be future, Armin looked towards Mr O. `` Has the guardian Angel broken like his buff has ? '' he taunted.

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

'' Still brave, but not for too a great deal longer, '' Hermann said arrogantly as he pulled his phallus one knot at a clip from Daisy. Each grayback that popped out, a gush of his filthy seed cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his slub popped out of her, leaving a gush of his cum to be. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those voluptuous lips. Some dripped out in behind streams, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nothing compared to the sum of cum currently filling her womb.

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

Madelyn grinned a little when his tail wrapped around her neck like a arrest 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 entry was about to begin. The statue was in the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid member and his bureau outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her enough room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's leg were placed on each hand keeping them banquet 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.

Arminius presented her to the ceremony as she lay there in her final present moment of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the wholly elbow room with her virgin pussy exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to bask it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in battlefront of her deflowered her with his depraved, yellow seeded player and sealed her place as the vessel.

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

The others followed along behind Arminius while swallowing up Daisy in the bunch. Now that their alpha has had his way with her, she had now become bonny game to the quietus of the others. They did not pause to admit her in their fleshly orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her rear against his body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with stiff sinew and and hard thick veins spiraling around the shaft slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her waist to have her bounce on his lap, two others approached with their phallic oddities for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to descend down from the huge high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the period where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself part of it. She was placed in a forest god 's lap and it was mere moments before his cock was shoved deep inside her utilise cunt, sticky and slick with the seed of their loss leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to propel 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 early and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her pharynx, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't for certain how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could discover way of life to let her in more satisfying elbow room at the Sami time.

Mister O knew the forest god had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their delight. As Arminius led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up knife from one of his iron boot. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his bindings. As the crew continued to swarm closer to the statue, Mister O had used the opportunity to turn tail and dislocate away undetected from their distraction.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her torso as if she were aught more than an target for his gratification. The more intense her torso pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving viva pleasance from her began to transform. Most commonly, the laughingstock like hind legs. Soon the early satyrs took notice and wanted her consistency to transubstantiate as well as it seemed to be prerequisite to be worthy of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already female partner seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to depart them when an opportunity with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a high political party. She 'd ride someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her mouth and hand. She 'd get hang over a chairperson or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a circle of men, taking as many cocks in her lip as she could, as quick as she could. They had filled her with their vile seed, given her mouthful of it, came all over her boldness and consistence. She was rudely a whore right now.

Having the hind legs made the lech more spry and flexible to have her in dissimilar positions. One had Daisy straddling over his stage face to grimace as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his berm and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a gymnastic horse 's dick against her piddling star in between her hind end face.

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

She loved being doubled penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to jostle his stopcock into her smashed ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her arsehole open and stretchiness over the capitulum of his yearning cock. The more he sunk it into her ass, the more rigid the cock of his cock continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either English of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to attend at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't hold back for them to be the one in front of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange hammer inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her founder and she gave him that Lapp look and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her ramification undefendable to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Arminius placed his dense glossa right wing on her bantam star below her virgin twat. Then with a long heavy stroke, his glossa rode up her on the folds tasting her hillock and stay upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her breast, a laborious slobbering suck on each one leaving a worthless mass. Then his tongue continued to ride up some more until it found its way in her mouth.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouthpiece, a farseeing line of his unworthy spit from his rima oris to hers splattered on her body. The blue haired girlfriend moaned as his natural language explored her physical structure and smirked as the spit cosmic string fell against her pale tegument. His can rose up, now with more controller it seemed like it began to lubricate itself from the saliva on her eubstance as it rubbed against her skin.

His own grotesque penis which had violated so many of the distaff slave, his iniquitous rod of fleshly temptation that caused Daisy to betray her new found friend to service him for his pleasance now erected before the daughter that he once saw as his daughter.

Each international nautical mile eager, the head wanting, the hide itself coated in his own seed as well as Daisy 's dear. He pressed his dirty genus Phallus against his blue angel 's ingenuousness. His tail wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her lips. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing brute in size compared next to her.

Then, he pushed. Her virginity resisted, as natural. He began pulling her body towards him, his posterior slightly tightening up with the intensity. The head continued to force its way into her bead tearing through her merit, the hymen.

The girl clenched her clenched fist and moaned with the tail end wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her musculus tended as his large stopcock pushed against her tight, young slit. He was having to force it in, even with how souse her cunt was. `` Daddy ! '' she cried out as he began to agitate against her seal. It was n't a plea or a complaint. She was n't sure what it was. It just came out.

He continued work it in forcefully, his back talk began to drip with Sir Thomas More drool as his animalistic nature of a brute needing to multiply had returned. Then finally, the heading of his phallus broke through her seal of purity. Innocence forever lost to a vile spear of grease.

When the cachet broke, an even darker, Thomas More intense wave of lust crashed over her. She was their fagot now. She was his tart now. In this moment, she wanted this night to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their prick in every potential topographic point in her body. Madelyn was wanting to fawn around to each one, covered in their cum and return them the blessing of fucking their queen.

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

A few drops of blood escaped her pussycat but not much more than than that. Her puss was tight 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 take love to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to make love her like the animals they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mr. O had been working on his escape. tiredness and exhaustion slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to get it on his new breeding gripe of what was once his daughter, a few specs of her lineage from her lost innocence had dropped on the flaccid phallus of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of depravity, the contamination of innocence with grunge, the unclean pairing of beastly brute and maid. Armin had forced himself inside her, his uncouth fellow member nestled inside Madelyn 's once destitute trunk.

He gazed upon the jut formed by his oddly work cock on her trunk. But, unlike the protuberance he had created with Daisy, something else was different. The knots did n't simply pulsate, instead the dick itself, although hard and firm, it began to squirm on its own inside her. It was as though it wanted to feel more of her intimate paries as her body swallowed him in.

Madelyn was moaning in a low, dyspneal voice. She did n't quite scream out like Daisy had but her outcry of delight were no less enthusiastic. Her voice was a trivial hoarse and that added to the fact that she already had a fairly low and rough voice made it intemperately to throw very far. But, as he shoved himself inside her and she felt the pecker moving around inside her, she could n't help but try.

He retracted his pelvic arch back hoping to rend out slightly only to thrash it back in. But, as he pulled, her organic structure pulled with him. Her knoll had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was stick inside her ! Such case were known to happen with the kindred of the werewolf packs, but this was a kickoff for a satyr. Inside her, his pecker continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to pull out, but still found himself amaze inside her. It was a skilful impression no doubt. If anything it tempted the beast like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to pull back and instead forced her soundbox the Lapp way, she grunted a little and lowered her head from its backward view and opened her heart to look down in confusion. The tightness now really lapse in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his cock out of her ... a goodness trouble to own in her mind. She grunted, groaned and moaned every fourth dimension he yanked on her pussy and forced her soundbox forward but it was not a bad spirit. It was almost primal.

being stuck inside her and feeling her pissed walls squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no doubt. Though slimy and thickly, it aided in the lubrication process as his primordial impulse consumed him causing him to buck his hips frantically trying to pull one greyback out. He continued his hip movements stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one mile out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly atrocious, and it was, but luxuria had so completely consumed her that, right now, the bother was undecomposed than pleasance. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to reduplicate his stone's throw, she cried out in bliss as her body shuddered and jerked and shook. She did n't know it, but she 'd been experiencing multiple orgasms for the past few minutes, short little fusillade of intense pleasure that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon sense, a literal climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her parsimoniousness, the more he fucked her like a squawk in heat. Soon he was popping two greyback at a time and slamming them back into her diminutive body. The sloshed struggle was no doubt giving him gratification to the former-man turned wildcat. a great deal like when he violated Daisy, he had a look of perversion and lustful delight as his knife hung out of his mouth like an fauna while his dribble flew with each swing.

There were those watching and hoping to take Madelyn next. Then there were those enjoying the new slave. Even the female slave enjoyed Daisy. The more than the lecher covered her, baptized her in their indecent nastiness, the other miss licked her, trying to pick her. Some kissed her, rubbed their bare bodies against her.

Daisy was in Heaven. She 'd done muckle of gamey things in here life with all sort of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The like lust that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to withdraw cock after cock in every golf hole they wanted, bury all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely slosh onto her soft tegument. She was encouraging the female person to come and buss her ; lap her, taste her, part the rooster with her. She was glad to be surrounded by men who wanted zippo more than to hatch or fill her with their dirty, stinking come.

There was even one pumping his extremity inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's hollow showed opportunity, he pulled out the slave only to terminate off inside Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his turncock inside her to act as a plug, then at foremost opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to pull out his phallus out and let his dirt drip out from her physical structure onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellow musky emollient into hers as it flowed out from another.

When the man brought the other girl over to her and pulled his prick out to liberate 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 nice, plump was face outdoors for one of them who was basically waiting in line to stuff himself in.

All this while the one she was on top of used her body like a rag doll as he fucked her pussy that was now completely ruined with yellow, desiccated cum and refreshing seed being constantly supplied to its hungry depth and then slowly dripping out as another man waited to do the same. Soon, her ass would follow the same way of life that her mouth and pussy had. Not to mention the dried seeded player that was all over her, in her hair, dripping from her lip, smearing her once-perfect makeup.

The insatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn over more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his backrest, another a beaded rooster in her ass as he mounted her from stern. Then a third satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her occupied puss. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even More. Though he was only able-bodied to fit the head in, a slave seemed eager to assist him in filling Daisy with more than filth. She stroked the man, milking his turncock. They truly were fauna, each filling her up trying to flush out the late load with their own.

Her fourth dimension to recall was short, though. She was riding a gracious, big stopcock and had another man mounting her from butt and fucking her soaked small ass. She gasped when the early man came over and tried to force himself into her cunt with the other. `` Fuck, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and help. The straits popped in and she groaned loudly. `` sound boys, part that bitch, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female person tried to help, she did the same and stroked him happily. `` Now part that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the clip period. She did n't know if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her biography and she knew the way they could draw you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the here and now and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lust as she was, she could manage a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this home, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. Lust was just another form of drug.

Mister O had reached a spot that he could n't keep further away, the pain was too neat. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a darkness brewing inside him. He was no bomber, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in comparison to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark counting.

Even his by sprightliness of love affair was anything but Romance language. Instead it was cheap one dark stands, well-situated girls in foreign Din Land during naval port wine visits, or even the endless toxic relationships he had. Whatever this shadow that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark path, but this was unlike.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't feel hurt. Not the least bit cave in hearted. Instead it was different, the corruption seeping inside his own mortal made him crave war, he wanted to soak up his leaf blade cryptic inside each and every satyr he saw and claim Daisy as his own. He wanted to fuck her on top of their still bodies as a way to go spoil as the superior. The degeneracy began to spread, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins turn black.

There was constant auditory sensation of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's folds. Not once did the head portion ever escape valve. Though the chief was much thicker than all the nautical mile, there were times from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd hitch her dead body as the head was caught in her concentration.

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

Then there was the nates, throughout Madelyn 's indecent defloration, the rear end slithered among her consistence. During time of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the tail would almost ptyalise out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few sentence the prat tiff out on Madelyn 's lips, the smelling was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour smell. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the seat came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her mouth in pillowcase that was what he wanted.

The bum then ventured under her body, as her bead dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the rear end began to rub against her diminutive principal in the back. With his precum coating the tail head, it began to push inward her tiny asshole. Then, she made a surprise gasp as the tail went down under her and teased her ass golf hole, starting to push in. Once it did, she moaned loudly and clenched her clenched fist, loving the feeling of having two parts of him inside her.

'' You 've had all of me, '' she moaned and leaned her headland back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your noblewoman blue angel, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy representative. The words were gruelling 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 gentlewoman bluing, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blue air whore, '' he said as his fury increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting position. His hands grabbing her waists and slamming her soundbox into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to smart her, but as she begged to put all of him into her, to fuck their new God into her, he did just that.

Madelyn moaned as she heard the words leave his brim. `` Yes, daddy, your blue whore ... whore for all of our follower, '' she managed to get out between oink and groan. She was being ravaged in the most typo of ways. His cock would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overwhelm ecstasy and lust that had consumed her consistence and soul by this point. So, instead ; it felt like the safe thing on globe as he continued to use her like a piece of meat. A piece of vernal, pretty, lovely nitty-gritty that was there for the lonesome use of him and everyone else there to stick their sick, yellow seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to give him. The deity of fecundity, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, these creatures worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasure, his phallic degeneracy began to wriggle even more rapidly inside her. His member grew warmer, he was close. Even each thrust caused his backside to douse deeper in her ass. Defiling her once innocent body more and more. The tail had sunken so deep that even the component with fur had made its way inside.

It was sensitive, his tail was still new and the hide has n't built the same enduringness like his cock has. He had to pull it out from her ass. As his bum retracted her body shuddered, a diminished quantity of his cum squirted out from her asshole. She loved the feeling of that goo being splattered on her pale tegument.

While the tip of the fanny made its way towards her mouth, it continued to spit more of his sour goo all over her soundbox until reaching her lips pressing forward wanting her to wet-nurse. She opened it happily and accepted the invasion, eagerly sucking and licking it, letting its sour cum be depositors down her throat.

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

Daisy heard that the number one function of the ceremony was about to be all over and it barely registered as she had just gotten two burden of foul cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her spine as she had reached back to stroke a nice big putz that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her next job became authorize, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to suck on his balls to brace the great seed while his precum continued to dribble most potential to entrust a sloppy mint on Daisy 's case. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough out sack and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's sweet-smelling ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the rift of her virginity, showtime it was drop of parentage that fell. Then as Hermann continued to bore his crude phallus between her flaccid thighs, Madelyn 's continuous stream of her own love that flowed from her defiled maidhood unto the statue 's soft penis as her virgin stemma has it began to change over.

Though it may not have got been noticed, or even paid attention to. It 's even potential for the participants of this sacrilege to not even experience the fully extent. But with each fall that managed to lessen on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's case, it little by little began to erect.

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

His powerful hip motility, the very like that he blessed Daisy just moment earlier, and the slave next to her as well was driving him into maniacal province. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's succus making a swampy mess as their mixed fluids spattered with each stab. His legs were damp, even his musket ball were dampish and glistened in dripping effort.

As she was under there, she kept her legs spread encompassing as to not impoverish the others of her body. Her sizable thighs were diffuse and exposing her stretched, ruined twat. The others saw Daisy and the early slave underneath. Their grim bodies still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond fix and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, rap, pretty cunt paragon.

For now, though, it still had maw of disgusting yellow cum dripping out of its sass and dried cum all around it glistening with her gratifying juices. Each taking turn planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the prefer one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to floor their freight in her pussy, they did. If they wanted to lift her coxa and fuck her close ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to part her pickle, 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 here and now.

One in particular proposition 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 come to bourgeon life in her fertile body specifically, even if that life were an abomination of beast and maiden.

Armin was close, he slowed his thrusting front significantly. In was n't that he was tired, not at all. Instead he impaled her with his foul peter, each blow more punishing as ever. Madelyn was being destroyed by Armin 's fucking. She was being destroyed in the beneficial way. From watching so a great deal carnal pleasure over the last spell and especially today with Daisy and the others, she thought he was getting close and somehow sensed that he was. She craved it. She needed it. She wanted his cum, wanted their god, wanted the come of the repose of the men.

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing setback. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another voiceless and forceful breach into her once sacred gem. Then looking down at her trunk, seeing the details of his cock through her skin on the bulges on her bay window, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drool out like the lousy beast he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... seeded player ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

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

As he pulled back slightly only to ram it back, it felt more sensitive. It was happening, there was no denying it. His pecker began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his last and final plunge into her ruined flower, every mile as well as the nous began to spasm violently. He howled in carnal seventh heaven. He pulled her soundbox into him with his tail wrapping around her torso while pushing forward with his rose hip. His arms reaching under to grab both Daisy 's and the maiden 's grimace to smother his balls, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting icteric filth filled her body, wave upon what felt like an dateless moving ridge. Each knot pulsating, thrashing, and wiggling while the head itself more violent than the knots. As he erupted inside her and pulled her finisher to his body, Madi 's drumhead fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell receptive in a breathless, soundless scream of pure carnal pleasure. It felt like zippo else. She could feel every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, Thomas Young womb as she was ineffectual to move or do much else besides just take it.

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

Then as his orgasm began to slow down calmness, he pulled his vile phallus out. As like the others and now with his little girl, a loud and gushing pop with each international nautical mile that he extracted out, and another, until finally the head liberated itself from her lost innocence.

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her vocalization was almost gone. `` I feel ... double-dyed ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her chest panting. She finally managed to face up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his dick exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each time. When the mind finally came out, a flowage of his cum started to be unleash 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 mouthpiece to Madelyn 's now-ruined cunt. She swallowed all the cum that flooded out and sucked out a bit that was threatening to do the Same, then pulled away with a cum-drunk look on her face. `` A queen should n't waste her giving, '' she mused and went to cream Armin 's cock to help clean him up. The other girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute mess if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your invitee while we witness the relief of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was weak. The lecherousness had consumed her organic structure physically, much like sex could do to a mortal. She 'd had countless orgasm and the nature of all this sex drained her more than she 'd ever guess. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt God Almighty. She smiled down at the older girl and nodded in agreement. `` My pa 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never Ending dark

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the dark as the others were too sex wino to even point out. But this strange tactual sensation he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the cleaning lady, saltation in the crew and join in. Another incline of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was overjealous or anything, but it felt as though his superbia was challenged. This primal putrefaction was driving him mad. He did n't care about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond feeling, but he needed to leave.

rushing outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the Christian church. But, where the nooky was the township ? There was no town. Just an endless grape theater of operations. There was no whirlybird clangor sight within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no plenty in image. He turned around and saw the church, a strange swirl of cloud hovered above. Something was n't right, even for a deity summoning.

Armin marveled at his a la mode masterpiece. Spent nearly of his stretch human being life-time as an artist, but the sight of Madelyn against the bronze state drippage of his ejaculate was a ken to behold.

Even gazing on Daisy, who had originally arrived to cut off this mo has now become his slave. But then there was something different, the statue 's flaccid penis was not flaccid. Instead it was fully erected. This he did not anticipate, but it near certainly peaked his intrigue. He wanted more for carnal delight for sure and he also wanted to see how much more depraved the ceremonial can go.

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's principal with his beastly hired man and pushed her human face towards the statue 's now erected pecker, `` You, outride 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 await for him by his chair. And commanded his brethren to expect at the backside of the altar.

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

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

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

Her thorax filled with pridefulness and happiness then as if she were a piece of meat fed to wienerwurst, Armin simply dropped his daughter into the crowd of sex hungry fauna. He presented her to them as their bawd queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the sawbuck shaped putz was the world-class to feel his new queen from inside. All others were in a hurry to push their cocks against her lips as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a dick was pressed to her brim and she opened them to let it in. She did n't experience to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine pussy and her warm mouth.

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

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

Meanwhile, it was a celebration of variety. Perhaps the showtime time in hundred, or even since ancient days that he ritual had been completed. The forest god adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their skanky emollient. Many of them sang in a strange language while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile snatch in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were able to wax behind her as her horse cocked partner straddled her over his lap with his goat leg in a squatting position, this new interloper from behind had been able to invade her posterior. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any rattling body of work and was instead being treated like the tart queen she was.

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

Still her consistency never touching the land, her script and human foot were grabbed by others using her tree branch to rub against their phallus. Those that stood unsloped grabbed her headland, passing her lips from one stopcock to another while others poured wine down their turncock into her mouth.

Back at the statue, Armin sat on his throne watching Daisy. His slaves kneeling around him seeking his affection as they clean his body with their tongues. Then there it was, a cracking auditory sensation. Chipped bronze objet d'art fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if naut mi were begining to grow on the dick, but the head word seemed to resemble the head of a horse cock. But the most interesting detail, a regal liquid state seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

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

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

He touched the arm of the statue where the go had be seen and shook it. She watched the beast interact with the statue and blinked some. There was no burden, then as the purple liquidity continued to seep out, he looked to Daisy, `` mouthful it, '' he demanded.

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

'' wine-coloured ? '' Arminius said looking pleased. Djall had also been believed to be the like deity the ancient Greeks worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his boon. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her Kuki and pulled her upwards.

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

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the wine. It was sweet, almost perfect. The taste alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his come in three different uterus including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her agglomerate as the sound of moist human body detrition could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waist and lifting her to localise her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The erected phallus of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's kitty-cat repose on the calamus. Taking dominance of her hips once again, Armin moved her hip joint to rub her cunt all over the statue 's put up phallus.

She looked really storm when he put her in the same situation that Madelyn had been in for the ceremony. She had thought this was only for the vessel. Though, this made her fashion plate with some sort of pride. He moved her hips against he erect bronzy cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

Armin began to breathe heavily with each sway of Daisy 's rose hip as he rocked her body along the statue 's cock. Even then with each slash of her kitty-cat, he could feel it on his own cock. When she mentioned of him tiring of her, he did n't react, but continued rocking her hips on the tool.

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

Daisy heard the voice as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her respiration was lowering and she was very, very excited. She had almost forgotten that, in some way, the shadowy man was controlling all this. She 'd been talking to Armin, not her mystery man. She nodded at his Logos when he said that she could be the one to really matter and state her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her hip, 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 Mr. O continued to observe the church, there were rune outside and their luminescence was waning. When he looked up, he saw the moonshine was setting, but there was no sun rising. An interminable Nox ? It was strange, and then he began to see flashing. He saw Madelyn 's expression in boring motility through the eyes of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mr. O dropped to his knee and rubbed his eyes and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted cock was get inside her hind end.

He could feel all the details, her delicate nerve squeezing his beaded lance, that slick and musky touch sensation inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his optic, Mr O saw the whole church service, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the eyes of the statue. Mister O became flustered at the office and shake up his top dog. When the sight faded, he looked to the flying field and saw a fair sex in a Theodore Harold White dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the girl slowly, the pain he felt from the ceremony subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it fix. He was n't sure as shooting what to realize of everything, or even this woman. The young cryptic cleaning lady took a few steps toward him. She had bare animal foot and wore nothing but the pristine white wearing apparel that was almost like a fancy nightdress. She had deathly sick skin, blue hair, especially in comparison to her skin, and pale, ghostly blue eyes.

'' Hello, Johnny, '' she said, her voice easy and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cunning interpreter of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the tongue in his manus and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, greyback ? '' she asked in a questioning tint, her coldness, gentle hand moving down to take the bridge player he held the knife in bringing it up to retain against her throat.

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

The Danton True Young cleaning woman before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reason, he just might slit her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so precious 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 disport voice.

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

The woman looked distantly fellow. Like a family fellow member you see in pic. Or a stranger you admire from across a classroom. Or a girl who appeared in your pipe dream but you could never remember when you woke up.

'' Cut, '' she whispered, watching him. `` It would n't be the unsound thing you 've done, would it ? Not even the speculative thing you 've done to me. '' Then, she dropped his script and her own finger's breadth went up to touch his cheek. As she did, all the pain disappeared from his body but an intense yearning and feeling of nostalgia consumed his emotions. `` You do n't know me. But I know everything about you. ``

Yet the more he looked at her, the more it bothered him. He felt he has seen her before, but could n't quite blank space it. Then as she spoke some more, he became more bewildered. `` I 've done some pretty fucked up things to a lot of multitude, but peeress, I have no thought who you are. '' But why was she so familiar he wondered, `` O.K., 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 ilk. `` No, I do n't suppose so, '' she said and tapped her fingerbreadth against her chin. `` That would stool this all too easy for you. Well ... naught will ever be easy for you, except the things that send you deeper into your pit, '' she said as if stating a fact.

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her whole soundbox slid around to stick out behind his. Only her pes moved in behind steps. Her cool breasts were pressed up against his back and the fabric of the dress ruffled in the uneven hint of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his middle.

As she did, heartbeat appeared in his head. photoflash of him and a young cute female child with pink hair's-breadth spending clock time together. The Night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life sentence that he may not be proud of. ikon of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a glad prison term for Madelyn, sitting in her elbow room and reading a rule book, then visions of her being bunch banged by the satyr in the most intense point.

Then, he saw the pink haired young woman again. She was a bit older than the cobbler's last metre he saw her but not often. At initiatory it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tum with her hip raised, wearing zilch but gem-encrusted choker, wrist and mortise joint manacle that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly luxurious jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of white and Shirley Temple Black mainsheet and cover. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a cock that was much too large for a homo missy to comfortably guide. But they were n't on earth, and he 'd know that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her bridge player fell from his face and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to respond violently. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed memory. well store were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad single as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the Nox Mr. O lost faith in mankind. Or Bob Hope. Or even redemption.

The visions of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as lots as it did with the pinko haired girl. But seeing her as she was with her hips raised and the ominous mortal about to rent her from fundament was a whole different storey. She was small, slight, a ticklish bloom. But as the fiend revealed one of his many forms, with his vile member.

It was more repulsive than any of the satyrs, in many ways the tool resembled a muscular forearm with a series of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the head attached with carpus like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that execration for a cock invade her, was the welcoming look on her face.

The flavor on her nerve was not a take look or one that she put on for appearance. It was a expression of felicity. Real felicity. The looking at a lover might give going to bed with their spouse. And then when he defiled her, it was a expression of pure bliss. She was adorned like a fag, only with the unfettered shackles of a recently freed hard worker. And she looked the share of the queen receiving her enthronisation.

After it was done, Mr. O turned around facing the mysterious woman while roaring with craze. `` What was that ? '' he demanded while in a scrap stance, `` The fuck 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 react at all. The daughter only stood there, even more ghostly and hauntingly beautiful in the darker light. `` That was Sadie, you remember her epithet, do n't you ? And that is what she was getting up to a few hours ago, '' she mused. `` You know those nightmares you sometimes have like what you just saw ? They 're not your thinker performing tricks on you. That 's me not letting you forget that you could give saved her. And now, that 's been her life. You do n't merit to forget, '' she said in an emotionless tone.

Mr O maintained his fight stance while nerve to face with the secret lady. As she explained that his incubus was because of her, that she would n't allow for him to blank out. A few rent streaked down his face, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the wand of utter rage.

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

As he would take in her, her whole strain would seem to blow over away into the night, before reappearing directly against his consistence. Her cold fingertips brought his Chin down toward hers. She leaned in and her cool, gentle lips barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to care for people ? '' With that, she looked into his middle and then was gone.

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

His workforce shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his furore could explode at any moment wanting to engross his blade into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to care for the great unwashed. He bellowed a warcry boom.

'' Do I think of how to manage for people ? '' he responded in a tone as though he felt insulted. `` No ! I stopped caring a longsighted meter ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flashbulb of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his thinker.

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

Mr. O dropped on his human knee, his nerve against the territory. He could n't hold on seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The corruptness was settling in. He looked up, the soil that smudged on his face resembling that of a skull.

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to care, the fille was gone from his sight. She was n't gone from his mind, she 'd never be able to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and Red Army Faction and was surprised when he let the images into his headland. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his introduction.

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

Chapter 11 - Rage ! Rage ! furore !

The moon began to set, the glow of the summoning rune diminished without the lunar month 's igniter. But the night was interminable in this new strange stead. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the festivity began to slacken down. Many of the satyrs exhausted for their night of fucking. Even as Arminius saw the surface of the statue cease to crack after the moonshine had faded, he knew it was meter to settle for the night until the next lunar month rose.

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

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

When Hermann had helped her down from the statue, many of the lecher were settling for the night, each grabbing a hard worker if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` cock heater '' keeping their crude Phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would service as Armin 's peter warmer as the other satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the get-go dark of her new position.

The satyr 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 night, or at least she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

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

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

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

Still tight, Madelyn 's untried pussy felt amazing for Armin as he slid his member through her ruined drop from behind. He sat upright with his back against the statue while having Madelyn lean her back against him. Seeing Daisy laying down he grabbed her by her torso and scooped her up and pulled her back against Madelyn 's dresser. From there he wrapped Madelyn 's legs around Daisy only to come home her with his tail. Soon his own leg and his 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 appendage inside the girls, his tool still twitched to the feel of being within Madelyn with his tail squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been numb when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her tightness, she moaned and began to realize cute little strait as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the former hired man, made one happy sound as the buttocks slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy respiration. The lust had released her and her judgement was going a hundred nautical mile an hour.

As everyone seemed to lessen asleep. Though, Daisy could n't. Her body was exhausted and in and even more depraved body politic than Madelyn but her mind was still on that lust high. She was n't consumed by lecherousness any longer. Her head was starting to follow back. But she was had the afterglow of a good high. It left her to lay there and conceive. That 's when it hit her. Mr O was gone and no one had noticed. She kept it to herself and continue still and placid, not wanting anyone to acknowledge something was off. She hoped he was working on a plan.

What may seem like a calm end to a night of festivities really was more like the composure before the storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own psyche feeding into him with his figure. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the church building with a haste in his walk, he saw his old fellow. His late military comrades that had perished before his eyes age before his tie-up with the CIA.

When each expression of his old mate flashed in his intellect, a sudden fusillade of furor filled his soul. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the lech walking around. Mister O had followed him as he looked to function himself wine. As the satyr took a drink and turned around, he found Mister O with a skull pattern on his case from the filth on the ground.

In his mean wrath, Mr O smothered the satyr 's sass with his hand and slammed him against the wall while using his knife. It was a shortstop brand no dubiety, but in cheeseparing stern it served a intention. It seemed Mr O was wanting him to feel the pain.

The satyr slumped to the ground with his eyes all-inclusive open in shock. As he lost his foothold, Mister O wanted his last sight to be the aspect of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's centre filled with sorrow knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that glory.

'' ease in pee, asshole, '' whispered Mister O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still waken and somewhat cognizant. She was the first to see Mister O as he came into the far entry of the large way. Her optic widened and her lip was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could sense his fad. Something was incorrectly.

As Mister O came into the main area where the all the satyr and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Armin and caller. She looked down at the erect bronze penis with a incredulous feeling and shook her head before leaning against it and watching the consequence that would hail.

Some of the satyrs had girls wrapped in their arms and legs, others slept alone. He approached one that slept alone and raised his leg to stump on the satyr 's head causing a fracture sound. The putridness filling Mister O 's soul was causing his fad a bit of increased long suit. The lech screamed in painfulness and awoke.

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

When he made his move and stomped on the lech 's chief and yelled out to the chemical group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't have intercourse what else to do. She did n't bonk what was going to happen yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these brute ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with interrogative sentence and concerns. Madelyn did n't awake up from the haphazardness. She really was incredibly fatigue out.

Armin was sound asleep having both Madelyn and Daisy with him. Upon hearing Mister O 's resolve of war, his appendages retracted from both girl immediately as he woke up startled. Just the same all the other lech and maidens woke up with a startled look on their faces.

'' That 's two of your weenie I 've put down already, Arminius ! '' Mr O threatened as he held the bloody leaf blade pointed at him. `` One at your bordello, and another in the other elbow room. I 'm your pedigree sacrifice, right ? You want my profligate ? seed and get it ! ! '' he roared.

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

The for the first time forest god lunged towards Mister O, yet his madness caused him to respond with a forward thrusting bitch to the chest of drawers knock him back. Mister O wasted no clip in attacking the others in raft. It was clear not all the lecher were fighters, even with extra strength and ability, most could n't equal with Mr. O 's vehemence and experience.

The maidens screamed in horror as they witnessed the lecher defeated to his skill. Though they may ingest been prisoner in the first, many of the maiden had learn to love these beastly creatures that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to bear offspring now watched this madman wash up them down one by one.

There were some that could campaign, and those proved dangerous to Mr O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden hope. Though Mr. O was surrounded, he was in a wax berserker furor. When his back was turned, those that were fighters among the satyr used the opportunity to slash at Mr. O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to fall forward off equipoise only to get back up and keep attacking.

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

'' Is this what you wanted ? ! '' Mister O yelled as his own bloodline dripped down the side of his expression from one of the slice a satyr inflicted. And then with that, and finally jactitate to the forest god 's wrist giving him a slow end.

It was then Mister O found himself in the turning point and swarmed and overwhelmed by the horde. `` I must take aim you both to base hit ! '' Armin demanded as he yanked on both Madelyn and Daisy 's blazonry. The maidens followed as well weeping with the brat they witnessed.

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

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

Madelyn stared at Daisy and looked back at Hermann as if he was going to give her permission. Then, she turned her 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 female monarch. You 're a 19 year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in jolt and did n't protest.

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

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

His chances of natural selection was minimal, but he did n't care. This was n't a rescue delegacy. Not necessarily a felo-de-se commission either, instead he just wanted to struggle. War was his design, his addiction. War was his proof, the understanding for his existence.

The dark haired woman stood there and watched. She did n't seem pleased. She did n't seem scared. She did n't seem frustrated. She just watched with her ghostly downhearted eyes. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Armin and sighed. She took a step down off the platform and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her handwriting out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one finger and a blinding white ignitor shone through the building and the two fille were gone. She did n't look to worry about the other female person.

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

Mr O lashed forward screaming with all the madness in his darkening soul when the visible radiation illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the light, perhaps Mr. O 's saving grace as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him guidance he took a recondite breath and made his way out.

The moonlight had set in this never-ending night. The townsfolk and mountains had vanished, there was no sign of the eggbeater clangoring sight therefore there were no strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his blood line pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his consistence began to limp. His cover was covered with gash. Even his shoulder bled out, near of his clothing was soaked in his own roue.

With his rage waning down, all audio seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his oceanic abyss breaths. Then he saw her blond hair, her bright blond tomentum as if it glowed in the Nox. Mr O reached out to her trying to come on, but his vision was fading. He was losing too lots blood too fast and he knew his body was giving up. His hand that reached out to her, on his forearm the tattoo of a musical phrase `` memento MORI. '' As his vision was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a normal speaking spokesperson, `` Memento Mori ... is now the metre ? '' And then he fell to his knee.

The wickedness haired woman could n't be seen, but she watched it all from above. She saw him limping and felt as his hearing and vision began to go. She just shook her head and sighed. She did n't screw if he was going to form it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the starting time. She stopped watching to let event unfold 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 hump what happened. She felt a cold race over her and then her senses were gone. The two girl appeared in a darkness, empty clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter smash.

Madelyn would take some time to hitch up to what was happening. When the flash of light happened, she screamed and felt her eubstance shifting in odd elbow room. She wanted to vomit when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! waken up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take long to rouse her and she slowly sat up and held her script. Farther from the lecher, she could think straight. `` Where 's Mr. O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her head. `` 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 consequence. She walked back toward the berth 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 look to be anywhere she could get him assist 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 tool. She cried because of the things she had done and because Mr. O witnessed them. She cried because Madelyn 's pureness had been ripped from her. Her emotions flared up in a way they never had before. Her crying was intense and plaintive. Madelyn had went to grab Daisy 's arm to try and comfort her and Daisy had latched on to Mr O 's arm tightly.

She could barely catch one's breath from how hard she was crying by this point. A light consumed her, like the one from before, but this fourth dimension it stared soft and humble and flared up into the Sami shining flash. When the visible light cleared, they were back by the crash helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the break of day and rainfall was falling in a dismal drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a intimate vocalism, `` Where the fuck you come from ? Hell, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc vacation. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the whirlybird smash. `` You look like shit, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mister O not really paying attention to the girls.

'' It 's always overnice to see a beautiful facial expression, darlin'. Also admire the rig, '' said Beau to Daisy, `` Bet yah thought I was a goner when I jumped off that helicopter. I just wanted to look the hero part in front of madame damsel in distress. ''

After they switched back to the substantial world or whatever had happened, Daisy was barely able to stay awake. She was storm that she 'd maintained consciousness 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 undercoat and wrapped her munition around her legs and sobbed into her knees. She was ashamed and scared. She could still feel and taste their seed all over and inside her. well-nigh of it had been cleaned in one way or another but there was some residue on both little girl and their wombs were still flooded with it.

Daisy did n't even look at beau or say anything when he talked to her. For the second, she was at least a little broken. Madelyn frowned and sat behind her, putting her manpower on Daisy 's shoulders. She was also trying to cover herself a bit. The good weight of everything had n't hit her yet. Plus, she 'd had time to cry in the cage.

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

'' He 's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a rakehell transfusion. What 's your blood character ? '' Doc asked with a pure tone of concern. He 'd probably receive questions as to what happened to them, but now was n't the prison term.

When Doc asked what blood type they were, Daisy managed to get the response out. `` O- '' she said between dickhead. Madelyn looked over at him. `` I ... do n't have it away, '' she frowned, having never needed to the information in her untried life. When they heard the tap squad over the radio, Madelyn tried to explain as easily she could, but she did n't sleep together the matter that they knew. `` I think ... once it all started ... we went to a different place ... like, the whole Christian church went to a different place. ``

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her weapon system and tied a caoutchouc strap around her bicep to stimulate the vena to express as well as with Mr O. Then with his med mob removed a an alcohol pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached needles to each end of a plastic metro which he stuck into her nervure. line of descent began to flow through the pipe towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mr O 's arm. `` knack in there, you stubborn son of a bitch, '' Doc said to Mr O while patting him on the spine.

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

Meanwhile, Beau saw that his attempt to flatter had failed despite the psychic trauma the young lady had been through. But, he still possessed chivalry as he removed his pea jacket and wrapped both girls with it. `` As lovely ya two beaut 's are, please take into account me the purity of preserving ya modesty, '' he said while ensuring their bodies were covered.

When Beau put the coat around the girls, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her best 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 radio went off. `` Over-watch, this is Alpha. The church is vacate. It looks like no one 's been here for a day or so. All the vehicles are still here, but the church is vacate. Setting bursting charge, '' Big Papi reported in through the radio.

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

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

Mr O opened his middle as saw the pipe connecting his arm to Daisy. `` How you holding up ? '' he asked while breathing slowly and then saw the rest of the ten-strike team on foot approaching from the town. It was then the sound of a whirlybird approaching was heard.

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

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

Daisy was starting to settle down a bit. She was still worked up, disturbed and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a short wiped out, but she was getting to the level where she could function a bit better.

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

dude started to search a bit concerned, `` Well, them calvary folk better hurry up and not deal with the government, the sun gon na climb in about an hour and I ai n't in a thrill for tan. ''

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

When Mister O thanked her for saving his life sentence, Daisy shook her head some. `` You 're ... I ... do n't fuck what I did. But ... we 're here ; '' she said and looked down. `` I 'm no-account ... I 'm disgusting ... I do n't know what happened to me. I ... I feel so ... ruined, '' she whispered, her voice hoarse. She was sobbing again.

The first of all whirlybird had landed, it was a unlike modelling from the one the Strike Team rode in. As the side threshold opened, men and women in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on unclouded gamey berets and blue sky neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked exchangeable to those used by European military.

Then the drawing card of this squad dismounted from the helicopter. He was dressed just like the others, but he was n't armed. At least not with a firearm, instead he had a sheathed sword on his waist, an old antediluvian Roman gladius flair sword. He had light brownness skin, black wavy hair with a bit a bit of Grey. As he approached and saw the women as they were, he turned to the military personnel 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 girls watched as all the helicopter began to land. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their life story. Though, with what they 'd seen over the last hours, it was n't all that impressive.

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

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

When they were brought blankets ; they both looked very grateful, especially Madelyn. Daisy offered the jacket back to fashion plate, then looked down in disgrace. `` It 's probably soil ... '' she said quietly. Both girls wrapped the blanket around them securely.

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

Daisy had smiled at sheik for the number 1 sentence and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between St. George and Mr O. Then Daisy asked if Beau can go with Madelyn, he simply smiled. `` Can you go with her ? '' She asked quietly, then looked back at the man as he began to talk.

'' Of course, boo, '' he agreed, then his tending turned towards Madelyn, `` Come along, cher. Do n't yah interest ‘ bout a affair, yah with the good guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at first. She 'd been through so a good deal since she was taken from her home. The last hours had been spent in a form of lewd 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 have a go at it this man but these people seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to play along her. The blue-haired lady friend nodded and stood up shakily and had to entertain on to swain. 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 various leaf blade sheathed on his belt, but as he led Madelyn towards the chopper well-nigh of his conversation shifted to complaints of how his clothing was ruined by jumping off a helicopter.

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

'' wellspring, darlin', that I did. There was a certain monster on the side of the helicopter and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah recognise, I gladly accepted that honor and pulled the monster away, '' said fop. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na receive to forgive me, doll. I seemed to get lost my way. The name is Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just send for me clotheshorse. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to know. Yah more than of squad Edward or Team Francois Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a bear on tone of voice, `` The satyros at the brothel, the grading on his body were demonic. Old protagonist, be careful, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old friend, this whole good deal was a apparatus from the beginning. There was a deal made with the satyros and person else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Hellenic language as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Hellenic language as Draco which means snake. ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

CIA federal agent had arrived with a coping stone and more medical exam equipment. They began replacing the blood line transfusion metro with a blood pack. It was the others, and female medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mr O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not sleep with, '' Giorgio responded, `` The cobbler's last entry in the computer log at the bawdyhouse was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mr. O, '' That junkie, the pimp that you beat up, old admirer. It was no coincidence that he was at the same situation you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am distressing, but I do not recognise your name. But the invention was imagine to be that you deliver her to the cathouse. The Satyros would affirm something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this place. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too strong and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not make love where this all star, but Rome will provide resources to look into. ''

'' They said I was something special ... and I had n't been seen in a long time ... but they did n't say what, '' she said and took a recondite 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 sympathize why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is more of a curse than approving, old protagonist. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his police squad while more CIA agents arrived to see Daisy.

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

'' You 've kicked decease in the ass already. I know you have questions that needs answers, as do I. But, look, we got outta there, it 's what you do from this consequence 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 divergence. ``

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

As the radical started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was beaming to not have the reminder of what that felt like in her anymore. She listened to him as he spoke and reared up again. She could n't say anything to him. She was still so ashamed and though she was glad to find out what he had to say, she still felt disgusting and useless and now like she was just a toy to be passed around. `` I 'll see you soon, '' was all she could say as she wiped her eyes and was led away.

Madelyn walked with fashion plate and listened to his history with intent. She was happy for this. It was keeping her mind off the Night 's upshot and from wondering what was going to happen next. She smiled a trivial when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call me Madi sometimes as a nickname, '' she explained. When he asked her about the teams, she looked at him and blinked. `` Those books came out when I was like ten, '' she said with a lilliputian giggle. `` But, I like both squad I think. Just not the type on them, '' she explained.

'' wellspring, mon cherie, my kin would be that of squad Edward, but I must say I rooting for Francois Jacob to win the doll, '' clotheshorse explained in the whirlybird as he saw Mr. O led into the other chopper with Doc vacation and the early member of the work stoppage team.

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

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

When Daisy was brought to their chopper, Madelyn gave her a soft grinning and nodded to fellow. `` 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 blazon around the blue-haired girl.

Epilogue

Over the following few workweek, the miss went down their own paths. Daisy had a few sidereal day of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a slice of food waste that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her calm back and tried to learn to hold out with all the things she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so peculiar about her. The hoi polloi who done the test 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 contact her so they could run on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some time for her to loosen and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had former business to give ear to and needed his own time to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of query and ask about Daisy and Mister O and fop a lot. There had been one night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feelings show about how mazed and pit and ashamed she was, but she was fairly alright after that. The hoi polloi who had rescued them assured her that they would observe her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her menage and normal life.

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

'' Mister O, we have the most late ancestry works back. So far the rake looks rule for both female child. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the medico reported.

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

'' They both still have last sperm in their trunk. If cervical fluid is dynamic, then human sperm cell can live up to five daytime max. But, it 's been weeks, '' the doctor answered.

Mr. O sighed, `` Is design potential 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 stopped him. `` Mr. O, there 's one more thing. Your stemma, there 's a small suggestion of something. We do n't know what it is yet, but we want you to come back again. ``

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

However in Seattle, an art debut was taking place. Prestigious guest from around the Carry Amelia Moore Nation gathered and marveled a the different piece of music of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a specific opus.

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

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

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

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

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