Broken Angels

Chapter 1 - Awakening

A Brigham Young blond cleaning lady named Daisy had woken up from a drug-induced coma. A few weeks ago, she had overdosed heavily on heroine. She did n't do it with the express use of killing herself, but she had done it knowing replete well even though she knew it was a possibility. Her life had fallen apart and she just wanted the senior high school, and to not finger 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 intimately friend, It felt like she was the only if person she had left the alone person who she still felt like she had. She had been pronounced dead and brought back and put into a coma until she could get all the drugs out of her system. Now, she was recovering at the sum, trying to get her thoughts heterosexual and recover to get better.

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

It was late in the even when a night SUV rolled up succeeding to an old church. Drug dependence rehab house posted. Mister O stepped out of the vehicle wearing his dark suit, mordant polished chelsea boots and his neatly cut blackamoor hair combed in a fauxhawk dash with a scruffy byssus covering laborious scruff on his face.

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

'' Carl Johnson, my name is Mister O,"the sharply dressed man introduced himself only to perforate to Carl in the venter causing him to misplace his intimation. `` You do n't take care too good. How about we speak in private ? '' said Mister O.

As Daisy exited the building with her small bag of belonging, she saw the scene going on outside the center of attention. She gasped and could n't help but watch over. For some reason she felt compelled to see the scene, feeling an irresistible urge to and approach the man, the one in the suit.

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

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

'' Okay, you wan na play hardball ? ''. Mister O responded sounding in a baffle whole tone. He then reached for his hip and drew out a handgun, and pointed it at the man 's head, `` 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 !"Mister O started counting,"Come on, Carl, where 's the girl ?"

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

"Two !"Mr. O continued.

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

"hold up prospect, where is your cult ? '' Mister O demanded with one last final monition as he pulled the hammer back on his pistol.

Daisy was frosty in her place on the cool down sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated post. The one ratty looking man named Carl had fallen to his knee joint and was begging the sharp dressed-looking one named Mister O and asking for someone to call the law. There seemed to be a girl missing, according to the suited man, and he certainly looked like a police detective or something, so she was n't about to call the police on him. Besides, she also had no phone.

A strange phonation then spoke softly into Daisy 's nous. A male representative, 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 honorable to appear seemingly calm in style, she took a cryptical breather. After readying herself as best she could her animal foot brought her over to the man and she whispered in a low vocalization, looking up at him. `` Lux Omnia Vincit."

Mister O paused when he heard the girl rustle to him. He had been so engross with the now tantalise man he did n't observe the daughter approach path. But, hearing the musical phrase, `` Lux Omnia Vincit, '' caught him off safety device.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It means tripping Conquers All,"Mister O responded as he dragged the other man with Daisy 's avail. `` In the old days of my organization, it was computer code to enter mystic catacombs under specific towns undergoing research. Either way, it 's not workaday mortal spouts out antediluvian computer code. ``

He led her to his SUV, though the commotion had attracted a crowd of the great unwashed to determine, Mr O did n't appear to care as he stuffed the man into the luggage compartment. `` okay, I do n't jazz 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 trailer flying over us and I'll catch up to you eventually. So please save me that trouble, '' Mr O explained.

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

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

Then the information processing system CRT screen filled with various records, police records, medical checkup records all belonging to Daisy. The articulation known as the Eye continued, `` greeting, Daisy, it says here you were pronounced dead not too long ago and then revived. O.M.G. that reminds me, Walking Dead season premiere coming soon. I see no record book of affiliation to any secret society, cabal, or shadower brass. Have a practiced day. ''

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

'' O.K., so your epithet is Daisy, '' Mister O began, `` I 'm Mister O, and I work for the CIA, Shadow Spectrum division. You can say we inquire and operate outside the realm of pattern by societal criterion. But what 's your story ? You some kind of clairvoyant ? ``

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

Chapter 2 - Blue Angel

He pulled into the driveway of a random house in quiet suburban area. It was nothing out of the ordinary. It matched all the others, and definitely followed within HOA regulations.

'' There 's a lady friend missing, and this is her family. Daisy, expression, you probably have no thought what the piece of tail is going on. But, I need your help, '' Mister O asked as he dismounted the vehicle and made his way towards the trunk and opened the threshold. He then grabbed the man and threw him over his articulatio humeri. `` The presence room access is unlocked, Daisy. Can you open it for me while I carry this arse inside ? ``

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

Nodding when he said to go and open the doorway, she moved out of the motortruck and went to open the front room access. She looked back to see Mister O carrying the man in and then walked further inside, looking around the quaint family home. No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in secure Holy Order, save for some rummaging.

'' Her name is Madelyn, '' Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the kinsperson portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portraiture, there was teenage female child with dyed blueness hair, a material cute smile and a girl succeeding threshold type of beauty.

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

The blond watched Mr. O as he continued to bear the man towards the basement door only to open it and have him in and locking him inside.

'' We 'll conduct with him if he wakes up. If not, we have way to poke into his retentiveness. But I wan na depict you something, '' he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many whole kit of nonobjective art hung on the wall.

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

'' Her stair father went missing about a few workweek ago, he 's an art professor in the topical anaesthetic college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this, '' he then pointed at a unknown pattern within the art, `` These are occult runic letter. He 's using art to block out these runes. We have n't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runes. Do you palpate anything ? ``

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

"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 amend explain the nature of the ritual being intended, '' Mister O explained.

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

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

Maddie,

It 's dad. I 'm in bother and I need your help. I 'm going to call you soon ! dearest you, my down angel.

Mister O continued to explicate More, `` This electronic mail came in less than a week ago. Soon someone at this IP address began searching the deep web looking up various occult websites. Not the cheesy Gothic fashion clobber, I 'm talking stuff under the center of Venice. And then three daylight ago her friends reported her missing. Now you might be wondering how dipshit in the cellar is involved. ''

Mr O then brought up police records regarding the man, `` He 's a known procurer. Likes to sell girls struggling out in the street, more specifically college miss barely able to keep their tuition cost. And expect what we have here, the dark of Madelyn 's fade is a Walmart surveillance footage of him with his arm around her. ``

Daisy looked distraught by everything he was saying. None of this was good news show. Nothing he was saying made the place any brighter or made her think the girl might be ok or easy to find. She watched him with the tablet, showing her all of the information he had found. The miss 's mother was dead, her begetter missing, and now she 'd been seen with a known human trafficker. The electronic mail from the father made her stomach turn. It seemed ... off. things were bad and were going to get worse from here on out. She went back to the art and stared at the runes once more, running a hand through her blonde hair.

'' This unharmed thing makes me sick, '' she said quietly and chewed on the inside of her lip. `` The girl is with her begetter ... somehow. I do n't fuck how I know. But there 's no way, with that email and the way all this blood up with the search history ... she 's definitely there. Looking at that e-mail makes me certain, '' she said, taking a breathing place. `` But how does that guy toy into this then ? '' it was more of a thought out loud than a doubt to him.

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

Daisy took a deep breath when he said that he was going to go beat the information out of the man and she nodded. `` Okay, '' she said and watched as he went to the room access. While all this was going on, she seemed a slight shaken but fairly calm given the position. She walked to the front threshold and stepped outside, pulling the pack of cigarettes from her scoop and lighting one. She let the nicotine calm air her nerves as the scene carried on in the house.

'' Where is she ? ! ! '' Mr O roared from inside. From the outside a lot of yelling and banging speech sound could be heard. The hurly burly was enough to cause the closest neighbor to peak out the windows.

Then the man screamed in agonizing hurting. It was almost as though he was weeping and crying and then there was secretiveness. The door opened and Mister O stuck his heading out the doorway for a second.

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

Mister O 's clothing was a bit ruffled from the his rough-and-tumble with Carl Johnson. His arm were rolled up to his elbows in which his inner left forearm revealed a tattoo of Old English people penmanship writing saying, `` MEMENTO MORI. ''

'' We got a booster cable, '' Mister O said to Daisy as he straightened out his clothing. `` You leave to do some undercover ? There 's a brothel in the Albanian district in the city. Carl dropped her off at one of his contact lens. Ultimately, I do n't think 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 sure you 're wondering about dispshit in the cellar, if so ... hop in and I 'll explicate. ``

Chapter 3 - Lost Souls

Minutes began to roll out by as the SUV now entered the freeway towards the city. `` You 're asking how Carl Johnson connects ? He 's no ordinary street pimp, he mostly deals with occult radical. They usually have good funding operations, therefore they can pay scum like Carl President Johnson to extradite her. Either way, he 's locked up in the cellar, and do n't worry, I have a team en route to erase his computer memory,"Mister O explained.

'' I 'm guessing the whorehouse is a meet up dot to switch over the girl for money with the cultus. But, here 's the thing, based on the fellowship portraits and the mob pictures, we assume Madelyn has a unattackable adhesion with her footstep Fatherhood. But after him disappearing and then her mom passing, she 'll do anything to get her dad back. But, the question remains, do you think the father is a victim or is he one of the bastard ? '' Mr O further explained.

Daisy listened as he started to explicate the office with the cultus and the panderer, she nodded in understanding and ran a hand through her hair. When he asked the doubtfulness, she frowned a small and nodded. `` Yeah, that is the interrogative and I have a disturbed feeling about it. To me, the planetary house point to something bad. I do n't cogitate he 's the victim, but that 's just my touch sensation. ``

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

'' Today the United commonwealth has recognized two time Nobel peace treaty Prize recipient, Sebastian Saint to chair the new cultivating island off the coast of Kalaallit Nunaat, just north of Republic of Iceland. His humanitarian nature and private road to better mankind has made him the nonsuch choice for this new settlement, '' the radio reported until Mister O turned it off abruptly.

'' O.K., here 's the plan. I 'm going in as one of Carl 's lackeys and you 'll pretend to be someone I 'm bringing as tribune. When we meet with the chum host, I 'll tell them the pass phrase he gave with Madelyn. Either way, we 're going to obtain some hump answers. But, stay close to me, '' Mister O explained.

Daisy seemed quite interested in the radio show and she could n't figure out why she was so drawn to it. She really had no musical theme who or what they were talking about, but something made her ears perk up and hear. Perhaps she was just eagre to learn any news in the world since she 'd been basically locked up in rehab for workweek.

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

Daisy started thinking of direction to make herself count the part 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 leave rehab. She lifted her workforce and ruffled up her hairsbreadth some and few small smudges in her physical composition and smudged her eyeliner a bit. She did all this with the mirror on the sun isle but it worked. It made her look like she had put up a bit of a fight and had teary eyes recently. She still looked pretty and did n't look like a Brobdingnagian mickle but she thought it was a bit more believable.

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

Mister O looked at her and then gave her a two-fold yield. The look of her being distressed no question appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the quite a little of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her confused matched his, but instead of heroin, war was his dependance. It was his validation for use in life.

'' You look great, '' he responded, `` I mean you look nifty in the sense that I believe it 'll make pass. '' And then as they got off the freeway, they passed a sign notifying their incoming into Little Albania, a community of interests of Albanian immigrants looking for a better life. But, within the community also lurked a secret religious sect of cultists using the community to hide their dark work. `` Look around, it should be labeled as a hostel of some sort. It has no figure, just a auberge with a red ‘ D'above the door, '' he explained.

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

Mister O circled around the block a few times before eventually pulling over. He backed in his vehicle a 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 run the part from the get go, '' he whispered. He then opened the door for Daisy and grabbed her arm and yanked her out. He was a bit rough with his manipulation of her.

Mister O then instructed Daisy, `` keep abreast my leash and baulk every now and then. The guy in the bus stop across the street from the building is a guard. He was sitting in the Sami billet 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 fiddle the part. `` I can be a pretty near actor, '' she said with a little grinning and followed him after he pulled her out of the truck. She did n't really take care the approximative handling. She knew it was part of the act. She put a magnanimous frown on her human face and let him drag her toward the building. Every now and then, she 'd plough her body and try to campaign against him. Even less often, she 'd let out and frustrated sigh and tell him to let her go.

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

Inside more homeless looking stragglers stood near the entrance, no doubt they were guards. As Mr. O made his way towards the landlord 's post, all the tenant social unit room access were assailable, inside the mass of girls appearing to be in their college class, to the highest degree looking foreign were being forced to service older men.

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

Daisy continued to try and tug away from him and made rag noises as he led her into the building. She was looking around and giving dingy looks to everyone she saw and giving Mr O a few of them every few moments. The old men who looked homeless made her uncomfortable, especially since she knew they were guards. When they got inside, she looked stunned. share of her was, but she figured it fit the part since she 'd be wanting to consume in her new surroundings. She was looking in the rooms at the poor girls and frowning, tugging away from him every now and then. She saw the girlfriend who looked Madelyn 's age and glared at the man as he shut the room access. These poor missy, god only knew the affair that were being done to them.

Mister O approached what appeared to be the building office, `` wine-colored, charwoman, to which I act the lightheaded butt, '' he said to the citizenry in the office. `` I work for Carl Johnson, '' Mister O added.

The mass in the billet sat there and looked at him for a moment, and then at Daisy. One in specific seemed to be the Bos as he sat in the spinal column of the office chewing on his food while he talked with a laboured stress, `` Okay, up stairs. Third floor, room 314. We give you $ 500 extra if she is virtuous like little girl with gloomy 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 for sure hoped that was n't true. `` Let 's go, '' Mister O demanded as he tugged Daisy away from the place. As they made it to the stairs, he whispered in her ear, `` stoppage calm, I wo n't let them put you to puzzle out. But someone knows something. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Mister O did n't hesitate and drew his pistol, but the strange man lunged forward in one spring 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 room threshold shut by itself locking Daisy and the other hapless girl with the strange man.

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

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

He then lunged out at Daisy grabbing her and pinning her up against the bulwark, `` Because of the approving Djall has given me, my virility causes an insatiate urge to plant his seminal fluid. '' As he explains his purpose with one deal around her and the early touching her bay window where the womb is located, `` I can feel it ... Djall 's materialisation will grow inside here. ''

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

He then brought his face closer to hers, his teeth were like Fang, piercings on his nose and tattoos that glowed. He growled for a moment and smelled daisy like an animal, then a long stroke with his tongue licked her from her neck then ups the face of her side, `` You smell and taste ... Impossible ! Your kind has n't been on this terra firma for C ! Djall will be pleased, '' he said. He then tugged on her trouser as if he was in a haste to strip down her. Something about her scent and taste caused him to go into a hysteria.

Daisy grimaced a lilliputian when he smelled her and licked her neck and fount. His hired man was on her abdomen, almost like it was sensing her womb. She whined again, but this clip it was different. She needed something. Not him, but ... something she 'd never felt before. He seemed surprised by something. The creature of a man told her that"her kind"had n't existed on earth in a long clock time.

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

The strange amand with the trump continued to yank and tug at her bloomers until it was halfway down her thighs. Though the gunshot almost seemed endless, the crazed man with horns did n't look to care, instead he seemed he did n't even notice. He was so fixated on Daisy, he did n't oppose to anything but her. He continued to tease her.

With a flavour of insatiable luxuria in the tusk man 's face, he continued to speak, `` You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. In two synodic month when my kin plants Djall 's seed into the virgin by the father, then soon the kindred will plant inside her. Djall will be born afresh and your offspring shall facilitate usher his rule over this new dominion. ''

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

He zipped down his pants as his vile phallus, a fantastic version of a man 's cock emerged. It was discolored, a burgundy like color with odd chassis like that of a serial publication of knots and stud piercing along the shaft. Her pants now halfway down her second joint along with her panty and here he was pulling his peter out of his pants. This man did n't even seem to observe the gunshots going on downstairs. Had he not heard them ? Was he too focused ? She was n't sure.

He pushed it between her second joint, though he did not penetrate her, he savored the feel of her pussy rubbing against the top of the shaft. However, assuming it was Mister O coming, Daisy thought she could buy herself some time. If not, maybe she could buy herself some party favour with whoever this guy was at the toll of her own dignity.

Her eyes saw his unworthy shaft as it slid between her leg and she tried not to overreact to it. It was so foreign and scary looking. Steeling herself, she looked at him, spread her second joint, raised her rosehip and put her hands on his shoulders.

'' So if I do n't resist and give your lord offspring, I 'll suffer a higher chance of being rewarded for my service ? '' she asked in a placidity vocalisation. `` Mm, then get me estimable 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 release of her blouse, still looking at him. This was all a show, of course, but somewhere deep down, perhaps it wasn't.

His smile was a nefarious one as she appeared to give in. As she unbuttoned a few release on her blouse, his knife escaped his backtalk. It was a tenacious skinny and forked spit like that of a snake in the grass. His eyes also began to shift as though they were like a snake as it slithered on her exposed skin. But then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall.

'' Do I look like I want foreplay ? '' said the man, `` I am an animate being to breed the fertile body ! ! '' With that he moved his hips trying rub his foreign peter against her, angling it upwards to position it to perforate her.

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

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

Mister O looked and then saw Daisy in her predicament and ran up to the man who did n't even seem to notice and jumped in the air to crock up him in the position of his head with a flying genu smash causing him to let her go. Daisy quickly pulled her pants up and got a gun from the short man on the floor and fired a few shots, trying to aim for the head, when Mister O was n't in danger of being hit by them. When the clip was vacate, she dropped the gun and was wide-eyed.

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

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

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

Daisy winced with the first few shots from the spot as she worked. She got a wet rag from the bathroom and cleaned the now-dry germ from the other girl 's vagina and second joint and then got her to inflame up and helped her dress.

'' I do n't know who you are, truelove, but if you have soul to go to, go there. If not, try and get to a hospital or police place. Somewhere good. Get a morning after oral contraceptive and narrate them what happened or as much as you can, '' Daisy assured the piteous lady friend. With that, she reassuringly fixed the miss whisker and smiled at her, `` You 'll be okay. '' Daisy then got up and carefully made her way to the office, happy the guess had ceased by now.

'' How 're you holding up ? '' Mr. O asked as he caught Daisy just outside the billet. `` We have a containment gang en route. They 'll be treating the girls, it 's potential they 're carrying baby of ‘ other-kin.'If so, traditional medicine wo n't be able to serve them. Let 's head back to Madelyn 's sign of the zodiac until we have more details. ``

Daisy heard him ask how she was holding up and she shrugged a little bit and looked at him. `` I 'll be okay. Been through worse. fountainhead ... kinda, '' she said with a delicate, uncomfortable laugh. He explained the spot and how they had access coming to care for the girls and she nodded some. `` Good, they need looking after, '' she said. Nodding in agreement about going back to the business firm, she walked toward the room access. `` He said that Madelyn was with her Church Father and was a virgin they were using to summons ... Djall ? He said in two moon or something, '' she said, frowning.

'' Djall ? '' Mister O replied in a semi surprises tone, `` Djall in America ? Strange that they would come up him here, his follower are normally found in Eastern Europe. Djall is an Albanian god, the god of youth and virility. But then that would mean the runes hidden in the house painting were some sort of attunement runes. A mean value to make her body capable of his acceptation. But, two moon, I 'm guessing it means we have two nighttime. '' Daisy was sword lily that she remembered to evidence Mr. O about what the man had told her, was glad that she got the chance to do so.

'' OK, this makes more sentience now. So Madelyn is a virgin. Always a fucking virgin with these cultists. Which is making me even more surprised they 're here on US soil, abstinence is not really a unassailable American language tradition these day, '' 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 virgin, at least in the old report and wives tale. '' She looked down and nodded some when he made the comment about there not being many Virgin in America, nodding and letting out a pocket-size laugh. `` Yeah, not really, '' she said.

As they made it outside, a helicopter hovered over the street while large new wave pulled in. From the chopper, men and woman in tactical paraphernalia fast roped from the aircraft and on the street to go about the edifice. From the avant-garde, many in dismal suits arrived.

'' Operative O, we will take it from here, '' said a woman from one of the hand truck with dark hair's-breadth which seemed to be in charge, and then she turned around to everyone, `` This solid edifice is now under quarantine ! ``

'' CIA tincture Spectrum clean up crew and containment, '' Mister O explained regarding the sudden surge of multitude in the dark lawsuit with combat iron boot. `` I was able-bodied to phone in for helper when dispshit threw me out the window. ''

As the men and women came down, she watched and blinked, taking in the sight. It was so extraneous to her. The cleaning woman said that they were taking it from here and Mr O seemed to fit in and she followed him back to the motortruck. `` He ... also said that 'my kind'had n't existed here in a long sentence ,'I do n't cognize 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 do it. Do you get anything outside of the norm ? case, a buzzing in your mind, or s sight like visions, or do you actually see affair plain that no one else can see ? There are several symptoms that can reveal what ‘ your kind'might be. Anyways, if we ca n't figure it out now, it 'll bear to wait until we find Madelyn, we 're already three daylight behind. ''

Daisy shook her nous a few clip and sighed when he asked if she had any symptoms. `` I do n't retrieve so ... '' she said quietly and tried to cerebrate of anything unlike she might have felt both in her life and just in the stopping point few daylight. When he mentioned it having to wait, she nodded. `` No, of course. That 's what 's important right now. ``

Chapter 4 - Family reunification

hour earlier, in an unrevealed location, a belittled abandoned township is now populated by strange men in cloaks and cowling. Many roam with Verbascum thapsus in their hand as they circle around what was once a church building that had been regaled in strange glyphs and scoring. Eerie effigies surround the church building, while inside many of the hooded men await the word of a man in charge. He looked up and saw a van pulling into the town through the window. He appeared in his XL and had gray fuzz. As the van pulled closer, he smiled, `` My blue angel angel arrives. ``

Madelyn looked disheveled as she sat in the back of the van, surrounded by a solemn, iniquity dressed pair of men with one others in the driver fanny and another riding shotgun. She looked hackneyed and knock over. Her eyes were red-ringed from crying and she looked like she had n't slept so well in days. No one would talk to her and recount 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 line home by some creep and taken to a building full of scumbags and poor missy forced to sleep with men. Men had tried to fill her but the men with her now stopped them. She 'd been forced to leach naked and be examined multiple clip. She 'd only been fed gross, cold-blooded food and given water to drink. Now she was dressed in the clothes she 'd been taken in, a cute skirt and plaid blouse with knee-high socks and flat to match. Her whisker was messed up and her constitution was wrecked but had mostly been taken off.

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

'' Blessed Djall ! The vas 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 good deal like the man in the brothel, they all had saddle horn 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 header while continuing to tone.

Madelyn had heard the great unwashed talk about Djall for the retiring few days but none of them would tell her who he was and what it meant. When they removed their hoods, the teen 's eye widened and she could n't help oneself but gaze. `` What ... what are you ? '' She asked in her subdued, raspy vox. A vocalization boys had always described as sexy and mature.

'' My blue saint, '' said the man inside the church. The man who married her mother when she was a humble child, the man that raised her. `` We have a lot to peach about, my blue angel. You have no idea how peculiar 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 part ring out, her peel got even Sir Thomas More pale and she looked like she 'd seen, or heard, a specter. Looking over in the commission of the voice, she bit her lip and looked at the man. `` dad ... what is going on ? I 've looked for you for so long. mammary gland ... she.. Who are these mass ? Why are we here ? '' the girlfriend trailed off. There was obvious fear in her eyes and she did n't have a go at it what to call up or do.

He continued to smile as he looked at her. There was no dubiety he had great affection for the youthful young woman, `` Come, sit down, '' he offered as he pulled out a chairwoman.

As the man sat down on his own chair, the repose of the horned men in cloaks sat as well, but on the terra firma. Madelyn watched her father as he spoke and shook her head when he told her to claim a seat.

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

Her father began to explain the situation, `` I know you have many questions, sweetheart, but there are things you should do it. I 've raised you since you were young, but the truth is I 've been looking for you my unanimous life and I 've been alert a long prison term. When I met your female parent, it was by accident and I fell in love with her. She was a single mother who was struggling because her married person abandoned her. But, when I saw you, I could experience it. How special you were, and it was my greatest joy to catch you spring up. But what you have to understand is that my life history 's purpose was to find the true up vessel for Djall, for he can grant eternal life.

'' Then something happened, you grew to a stripling. The many students I had taught in my college learning artistic production classes, none of my rune responded. But, when you started your first yr of college and came to visit me in my classroom. Do you call up how I showed you my artwork ? The runes glowed. It meant you were the one. When I saw the foretoken, the glow runes, I knew I had to take them home and allow for them where Djall can watch you. Because where Djall can see, I too can see you. And why I also had to go forth suddenly, because I needed to let our brother know that we have found you. Do not be scared, Madelyn, instead trust me. Allow me to evince you a new world, '' he insisted.

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

'' rune ? What are you talking about ? I do n't understand ... this is all loony, '' 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 serve up you. Djall can also convey your mother back, but there is something that must be done, '' her father continued.

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

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

He looked at her eubstance and took it in. Her young material body, the youthfulness in her grimace as well as her teenage style of dress. Her father marveled at what he saw with there. Since raising her, he saw her only as his newly adopted daughter, but now he saw something different. She was Sir Thomas More than just the XIX yr old girl he raised going into college.

'' Madelyn, it might be hard for you to sympathize, but I need you to listen. I 've been alive for a long time, longer than most. You see, I have found a way to cheat expiry Itself, I had learned to resist aging. I first escaped to America in 1939 when the Italian Republic 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 strange statute made of bronze sitting at the altar of the church service.

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

Madelyn crossed her coat of arms over her chest and watched her Father of the Church as he spoke. She tried to listen to what he was saying and espouse the things he was telling her. This all still sounded insane and like some shitty sci-fi motion picture or Lovecraft history. It was foreign to hear him spill like this. He was usually so logical and impertinent and mature. Now he sounded like he was actually mad.

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

'' They ca n't play back mom, it does n't turn like that and if it did, something would go unseasonable, you know that it does n't mould that easily. Something will go ill-timed. This is all half-baked ! '' Madelyn said and then took a rich breath, `` Please secernate me this is all some sort of prank ! ''

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

Madelyn looked dash when her male parent 's tincture changed and he began to say that she would soon regain out. The chanting took a second for her to realize it was happening and she looked over at the men and then back at her don as he started walking away.

'' Daddy, hold ! 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 preclude her escape, yet their hands reached out to her as if they wanted to sense her body with their hands. `` The vas is among us, '' they chanted, `` First the one who delivers, then all of the covenant, then soon he shall come to biography ! ''

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

It was obvious they wanted her to keep an eye on as her father continued while the benighted walls of the church building glowed with glyphs and runes. Then suddenly the bronze statue itself began to shine. Her father stared at it for a second, and then as he turned around horns began to sprout from his frontal bone as similar markings on his boldness also began to glow.

She stopped struggling and stared with wide eyes and an open backtalk when her forefather began to grow horns and glow. She had thought the early men were just disturbed and using some makeup or something but now, she was stunned. Her arms were being held and there were hands all along her body, touching to grope and fondle or even caressing but she was no thirster fighting. She was too stunned to sputter or really even speak. This could n't be material. It couldn't.

Chapter 5 - Two Moons

present clock time, Mister O was on his way back to Madelyn 's sign of the zodiac with Daisy when a red brightness level began to beep in the center console. Mr. O then pressed a button on the fomite which caused the Sami LCD monitoring device as before to pop up in the fascia, in the covert was a blonde cleaning woman that began to talk with a European stress, '' salutation, sherlock O,

'' Alright, what do you get for me Gretchen ? '' said Mr O responding to the cleaning lady in the screen named Gretchen.

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

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

'' Yes, but those would be satyrs from parentage, this one in item we believe was human Max Born and then transformed to a satyr, '' Gretchen explained, `` We have reason to trust Djall is the same god as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvesting, winemaking and wine itself, rite madness, fertility, and spiritual ecstasy. ``

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

'' bandstand by, we will let you have sex when we find out, '' she said.

"Alright, hold back me posted,"he replied.

Daisy had asked if she could undulate down the windowpane and have a cigarette when they were on the way. She was no a heavy smoker by any means. The gang in her purse had been there for workweek. But with all the events of today, she could n't avail it. She blew smoke directly out the window as to not let it reek or smoke up the vehicle and then tossed the can 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 information, being obviously lost in all this talk but trying to keep up. When the yell was over, she stayed quiet, not wanting to break his thoughts.

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't ... okay, '' she said quietly and looked down, not sure how else to oppose. She did n't really mean either of them owed the former anything. She wanted to see the little girl returned to rubber and wanted to know what the forest god meant but she did n't have a go at it what to do. `` Goodbye, '' she said and waved a minuscule bit.

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

Then the strange entity began flooding her mind with the whole church service as if she were there. She began to look around and see all the thing going on. The particular filtered in slowly, first was that of a letch completely au naturel and thrusting savagely into a youthful woman that appeared in her mid twenties. And then there was another riding another satyr rocking her hip joint to pleasure him. There were pile of girls there seeking to accept massive joy from the men and giving it to them in return.

Then, she saw Madelyn and the erstwhile man who she recognized from exposure as the father. She made her way stopping point 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 reach their finger in the cage to touch her body. There seemed to almost be a thirst growing in the Brigham Young miss, slowly overtaking the sadness and anxiety. Daisy then tried to go outside to see any details that would lead them there.

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

The further away from the church building, the stranger the Ithiel Town seemed ... or at to the lowest degree in the astral planes. A inkiness raven suddenly landed flop in straw man of Daisy, and then another. Soon a great deal of raven flew in circles around her which eventually caused Black smoke to vortex with Daisy in the middle. Her eyes widened as she looked around as the ravens crowded around began to smoke and whirl around her. Then, she heard the sonority and winced.

Within the black smoke, a man in dark and torn clothing emerged. The sess seemed to emanate from him, but his straits was covered in a black bag while wielding two crude looking brand. He approached Daisy with his promontory down and Echo of indistinct whispers continued to echo as if he were inside her ear.

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

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

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

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

It was n't that he did n't believe her, he knew well enough to know that there were other forces at work. If anything, Mister O has been in the sphere long enough to have it away better than to dismiss a lead, even if it seemed far fetched, it was always better to represent on the slope of safety and at least confirmed the lead.

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

inside, the house was filled with operative in coveralls with equipment as they were conducting a unusual forensics investigation of the menage. Mister O continued into the firm trying to avoid getting in the way of the forensics crew as he led her into the garage.

Daisy nodded some when he said that he 'd listen to what she saw and followed him inside. She looked around at how meddlesome the little household household had gotten since just a few hours ago. There were a lot more citizenry here now, all of them doing something and looking serious in their geared wheel. She also tried to persist out of the way and followed Mister O.

Inside the garage were a few men in different geared wheel, rather than the suits the others wore, they all each had on regular article of clothing such as dungaree pants or loading with t-shirts along with black tactical geared wheel. Daisy blinked and looked around, noticing how different this crew was from the others. They looked like military or something.

However one man in particular was uniquely dressed in fashion designer clothing. While the war machine looking 1 had scruff and byssus with unforesightful hair's-breadth, this other gentlemen had long hair tied into a ponytail. And rather than guns, he was armed with various throwing obelisk and a scrap blades.

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

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

'' okey, Daisy, this is the tap Team that will be assaulting the cultists. You just met Beau, the one with the forgetful one is Big Papi, the one with the Dallas Cowboys ball cap is Doc Holiday, our medic. Nate `` One meter '' Jesse Louis Jackson, J-Rod, and mortarboard. Now could you delight 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 thoughts a bit. `` I saw a dark place, maybe a church. But not a normal one. It was crowded. There were masses dressed in dark clothes, doing all kinda stuff to each other, all together. Then I saw a amobarbital sodium haired girl, Madelyn I 'm assuming, in a cage in the middle of all of this. Then, I kinda saw a bird 's eye view of what I think was grapeshot airfield. That 's ... that 's it. ``

'' Grape discipline ? '' Mr. O thought. `` Wait, Djall is also believed to be Dionysus, the Greek God of fertility, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and vino making. A hedonistic deity. It would make sense if they chose a place near the harvest of wine, like near grape airfield, '' he said as he began to change out his clothes into jeans and a jersey with boots and tactical cogwheel. Meanwhile Big Papi and the others with the exception of boyfriend continued to look on the map.

young man being his normal self tried to create illumination of a grave situation, `` Well, cher, I would n't call myself dangerous. But, I do like to bite, '' he said as his smile revealed fangs, `` That is only if ya let me. ''

Daisy watched Mister O as he went through all of the appendage in his mind to estimate out what it was she had told him. Then, as Beau talked to her again, she turned her head to see at him and then gasped a picayune as he revealed his fang.

'' O.K., gallant, not right now, '' Mr O instructed as he started loading ammo magazine in the ammunition sac of his waistcoat, `` Daisy, there are respective possible locating with vineyards. Do you remember anything else ? ``

'' Two Sun Myung Moon vineyard, '' Daisy exclaimed and looked around at them, `` I saw everything, it was, depraved, dark, and sexual, '' she said and ran a bridge player through her tomentum. `` The Ithiel Town looks dead and desolate. Madelyn 's in a cage, watching her male parent with the others. ``

'' Two lunar month vinery ? '' Mr O replied to confirm her assertion, `` Dammit ! When when those fuckers said they were bringing Djall into the worldly concern in two moons, I thought they meant in two nights. If they 're engaged in depraved routine, then it 's happening tonight. ''

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

'' I 'll put together a chopper, '' said Big Papi.

'' Well, doll, what is that ? '' said Beau as he crouched down beside Daisy picking up a Corvus corax fledge stuck on her understructure. ``

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

Mister O and the rest looked at each other for a consequence, `` We need to locomote now ! '' said Mr O as he slung an Assault rifle over his shoulder and holstered his pistol on his thigh holster. `` Daisy, what you saw was a tincture wraith. They 're bringers of death and doom. They're usually found near hospitals, cataclysm, terrorist blast. ''

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

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

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

Chapter 6 - Black raven Down

The driveway in one of the trucks was n't a great deal significant. A lot of the team member including Mister O spent near of the drive lockup and loading their hit man and calibrating their scopes.

'' We got a fix on Two Sun Myung Moon Vineyards, '' said Mr O, `` Only trouble is, we have several Ithiel Town that connect to the vineyards. Daisy, once we 're airborne, you 'll postulate to help us key which town looks associate to you. ''

clotheshorse however sat there sharpening each of his vane, `` Do n't ya worry 'bout a affair, darlin', '' he said, `` Ya got a vampire watchin'over that precious lil buttocks of yours. ''

'' Hoooaaaaah ! Ranger ! '' smash Team Operator Hawk yelled, obviously he was one of the more high school testosterone musculus top dog type.

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

Daisy simply nodded some when Mister O said that she 'd have to aid them fancy out which Town was which. `` If the others do n't look anything like that one, it 'll be well-off to differentiate, everything 's dead there. Like a wasteland, '' she explained, then gave young man a little smile as he spoke. She was n't a fan of all the yelling and testosterone going through the truck but she did n't mind it too much.

'' Do n't ya worry, cher, '' Beau said to Daisy as he dismounted the motortruck, `` I 'm not one to be gimcrack ... at least not outside the bedroom. ''

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

Outside of the truck in an open domain, two helicopters with spinning blades awaited them to panel. Big Papi, Nate `` One prison term, '' and mortarboard boarded one helicopter while Doc vacation, fop, and Mr. O headed towards the other. `` You 're riding with us, '' said Mister O to Daisy. J-Rod who happened to tug the truck also boarded the helicopter with Big Papi.

The helicopters although non-white blue angel seemed as black as the night itself, unmarked and hearty in people of colour. As soon as everyone boarded, both helicopters took off immediately.

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

Daisy smiled and shook her head simply in response to what boyfriend said to her and then just sat quietly. She retreated into her thoughts, wondering how the day had started so simply, with such a somber sense looming over it. She was going to go back to her flat ; her roommate had been nice enough not to kvetch her out after all this happened, and go on about her life sentence. She 'd try to get a pattern job, avoid her old friends and her ex, foretell her female parent and beg to see Aiden, though she knew that was unlikely. Now, here she was, on a helicopter in the middle of some Wyrd diddly-squat surrounded by men with assault rifles. She wondered where this all would lead.

Mister O and Doc vacation sat on the sharpness on reverse ends of the helicopter with their guns pointing outwards. Upon boarding they both had earphone on to communicate with each early over the flashy propeller noise as well as with the other helicopter. After about an hour into the flight, Mister O spoke into his headset, `` We 're crossing commonwealth lines, the vineyards should be about xv minutes out. ``

Everything seemed to be going to plan as they continued to fly in. `` As soon as we confirm the mightily localisation, we 'll get our overture. It 'll be a hot drop cloth, '' Big Papi was instructing before matter got understood. Daisy nodded some when Mr O said they 'd be landing soon.

Then from Mister O and Daisy 's position, gun muzzle flash could be seen in Big Papi 's eggbeater. There was continuing gunfire going on and then one of the locomotive engine caught on fervidness. The blond gasped when she saw the instant from the early whirlybird.

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

'' O, we have a tincture wraith on gameboard, '' Big Papi reported while gun fervour continued in the setting, `` It vanished, but our bird is going down ! '' Sure enough their helicopter was descending to make water a sudden and hard landing place.

Then all of the sudden a flock of raven flew along side of the helicopter, first Doc Holiday spread fired, then Mister O as it shifted from side to side. The Ravens poofed into shameful smoke and appeared as a man with crude blades in the cockpit. Daisy screamed when the creature appeared in their chopper and she did n't know what to do as she watched the piece 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 incline of the helicopter slashing away at the engine. boyfriend unbuckled himself as well and leaped out of the helicopter grabbing the creature taking it with him as they fell from the sky.

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

Doc tried his best to have dominance of the chopper, but he was no pilot. Mister O on the other hand saw Daisy unbuckle herself and grabbed her. He held her tight, `` moderate on ! ! ! Do n't let go, '' he instructed.

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

In the midst of the pandemonium, he saw her face and in that moment time felt as it slowed down. The few meter he saw her smile like when she tried to face her part for the sporting house which caught his care, perhaps a common sense of attractiveness he felt. Though he was n't going to allow it to her, but that visual modality of her in the out of ascendancy helicopter was as though he glimpsed something Maker in her perhaps. Then he grabbed the back of her head and tucked her into his articulatio humeri to avail her brace for the impending crash.

As the chopper went down, Daisy 's breath hung on her chest of drawers and she closed her middle soused and squeezed her munition around Mister O. She was n't sure what happened next. It happened too quickly for Mister O to return the next few minutes. But the helicopter had crashed into the vineyards, though not a direct crash but still spin around and slither across the vinery like a runaway wagon train that had been derailed at high speed.

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

Mr. O opened his eyes and got up right away and saw Daisy laying future to him. The whirlybird clang site was a good international mile away. How they ended up so far from the helicopter was a secret.

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

'' pack them both, '' Madelyn 's beginner ordered the lech that had snuck up on Mr. O. `` The man shall be offering as roue sacrifice, now the ritual is thoroughgoing. As for her, Djall has a special demand of her. Let them find our glorification, '' Madelyn's father ordered. The then satyr began to drag in them both towards the church to continue their ceremony.

Chapter 7 - direct Us To Temptation

Madelyn, for the for the first time small while she was here had been kept clothed, dirty from her long journey, and gagged because she would n't block off weeping and asking questions. Since then though, they had done nonstop intimate acts and dark ritual in front of her and it seemed to birth some effect on the Lester Willis Young girlfriend. Her Father-God had told the others that she had absorbed the sexual energy of Djall and it was making her More accepting of her portion. She was more teachable, more quiet, more stoic. The premature nighttime, after the two newcomers had been brought in, some of the women in the craze took her from her cage, stripped her of her clothes and manus bathed her. She did n't fight it. She almost seemed to enjoy the special attention.

The girl was either so traumatized that she could do nada but accept her destiny or some strength was slowly taking over her and causing her to desire the cause she had been brought here to finish. Even Madelyn herself could n't focus on the opinion long enough to figure out what was going on in her own brain. However, the mentation of her father using her for such rituals still made her want to break into tears.

After the tub, the women had drawn a few symbolization in dissimilar places along her curvaceous trunk. She did n't agnize them and no one would tell her what they meant. Once this was done, she was returned to the cage and made to take in more intimate rituals, being assured that, within the future day, the ceremony would be complete.

Daisy had woken up a few hour before Mr O. She had n't been knocked out by the impingement but by some force play she did n't roll in the hay and she 'd gone into a mysterious, glowering eternal sleep 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 nap. She 'd find herself tied up and some of her dress in a very pathetic body politic from the impact and the dragging. Some damage may have been done by the men ; she did n't know.

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

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

'' I hope you enjoyed your slumber, '' said Madelyn 's founder, `` It is necessary for the ancestry sacrifice to watch the Virgin sacrifice. ``

Mister O laughed and then spat blood, `` Is that suppose to scare me ? Your gens is Armin, that 's not exactly intimidating. I 'll die laughing if your last epithet is Hammer. And here you are trying to summon a low charge per unit 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 interaction with the father, then just sighed through her nozzle and settled in for whatever was about to happen.

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

'' Yeah, whatever you say. I would n't count on becoming father of the year with that posture, '' Mr. 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 unseasoned moon shined over.

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

Just then, the orgy continued between the lech and maiden, wine was served by female cultists appearing to be delight slaves for the ceremonial occasion. Armin, Madelyn 's Father-God appeared to be leading the spoof as a lot of the striver wanted to offer themselves to him while two others opened Madelyn 's coop.

Madelyn bit her lip and stayed serenity as she watched the scene when the man woke up, then heard her Father introduce the beginning of the ceremony. A flurry of butterflies filled her belly when the slaves approached the Cage but there was another feeling there too. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. When they opened the Cage, they did n't have to drag her. After a moment of falter, she took a deep breath, stood up and let them take her hands and help her step down from the political program that the John Milton Cage Jr. was one. The young woman was completely naked in social movement of everyone in the church and seemed to be doing a trade good job of fighting the urge to cover herself.

As the the ceremonial drew near to its master event, many of the player crowded near Daisy as though she was expected to be region of the festivities. `` Bring the womanhood intruder, she will now connect in Djall 's glory, '' Armin commanded even though he was consumed by his salacious urge with two of the female slaves.

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

One woman in particular sat on Mister O 's lap taunting him and holding his face in the guidance of the altar. `` You 'll get to watch your friend become one of us, '' she said while one of the forest god penetrated her from keister. The situation was definitely an uneasy one for Mr. O. It seemed once the satyr got engaged in sexual body process, much of their care become distracted.

From the top of the altar, it was clear to see the ratio of male to females was clear more with the males. To every two or three male, they had to portion a female among the group. But, as two of the forest god pulled Daisy along to the altar before Armin, Madelyn was brought beside her as well. lots of the satyr'nails were like razor knifelike 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 needlelike those hook were. She was standing there, held by the men and still gagged. Daisy was taller than Madelyn and more sparse, especially since she 'd lost most of her baby fat by now. Her body had a little more maturity to it, though with slightly smaller titty than the younger young lady.

As the men relieved Daisy of her dress, the cleaning woman started to invest Madelyn with jewelry and finery the likes of which she 'd never seen before. Madelyn almost seemed to relish this, assisting them in whatever task they were trying to attain or whatever blank space they needed to put the accessories. She felt like an Egyptian goddess being ordained with take to jewelry as if to prep her some more. Bracelets, anklets, and finally a livery to nail down her regalia for the ceremony while her beginner continued to thrust and penetrate two of the slaves, one after the other.

While most of the letch thrusted savagely into their female person partners like savage animals, Arminius stood there breathing hard while the charwoman he had been pleasuring him moving their bodies to service him sexually. Though he grew car horn, his transformation has quite a agency to develop like the others. He had grown his horns, but much of his expression still resembled his humanly form. His side still familiar to Madelyn as her father.

The other forest god'low-down consistency were furry, often like those depicted in art along with cleave foot, but still retained human shaped stage. Though, the odd thing about them that made them unique were their queerly influence cocks. In Renaissance art, satyrs were often depicted as phallic brute and with good reason as they stand before Daisy.

One of the satyrs, much like the one from the brothel had the same uniquely shape shaft as he did. It was red and the light beam knotted similarly like those of anal retentive beadwork, but the heading share was much more of the common mushroom shape. The early, his stopcock was shaped very similarly like that of a Equus caballus, but not as tremendous. Neither role was cheeseparing per se, but the quill 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 muscular tissue relaxed some and she just kind of watched the debauch Acts of the Apostles that Armin and the females were performing.

Then one of the cleaning woman servicing Armin stood up and took Madelyn by her bridge player and led her to her don. `` devote your pop a buss, '' she insisted in a very salacious tint while he seemed to be in a strange trance while his prick penetrated the other girl. It was obvious the more lustfully depraved he became the more he would metamorphose, and it was even more apparent they wanted his transmutation completed before taking his daughter.

Madelyn was stood in front of her Father of the Church and told to collapse him a kiss. She looked a little hesitant for a moment but then looked up at him and leaned up on her tiptoes to reach him. Her sassing pressed to his softly and she let her eyes decline closed. She went to go back down on her flat fundament, but before she could, something seemed to stir inside her. She went back to his mouth and gave him a hungry, passionate kiss, letting her limb wrap around his neck.

As Madelyn was brought over to her Church Father, the two men near Daisy approached her and let go of her coat of arms. She did n't fight or try to run. She just took off the gag and looked at them as they stood, their physical structure nearly touching hers. She could see their turncock and how similar they looked to the man at the brothel. As Daisy watched this, a soft minuscule moan escaped her brim. There was something so ... depraved, yet arrant in that kiss.

One of the satyrs approached Daisy from behind, his knotted shaped prick began to rub between her thigh much like the one from the brothel had. It seemed each greyback had a power point of stimulation. The other with the horse like shaped cock erected upwards as if it tried to reach towards her. While one was rubbing her from underneath, the former touched her right hand on the figurehead twitching against her clit.

Daisy gasped and squirmed a little as the two oddly shaped prick teased the outside of her dampening lip and her button. This seemed to be having an issue on the blonde, causing her to worm more and close her eyes as her skin flushed a little bit as it heated up from her eubstance experiencing the pleasure. She almost looked like a daughter in the midriff of receiving unwritten sex, though not quite as intense.

It was n't too long until the one in the second let out his branched tongue as it stretched out to wrap up around her neck only to slither along her skin. The former, also having a forked tongue licked her from the bottom of the inning of her chin then up her lips trying to savor her. When the natural language wrapped around her neck and started to lick her skin, her breathing time caught in her throat and she leaned her head back a bit more, almost seeming to enjoy the feeling, even as the early started to solve her.

There was something about Daisy in particular that seemed to keep these two from just forcing themselves to claim her, but it seemed as if they could turn a loss their control any irregular. Then behind the satyr in front of her, a shadowed man with a familiar voice appeared, but only to her. In her mind he spoke, `` Sweetling, do you desire this or, do you care to dissent ? secernate me what you truly want. ''

Feeling the passionate kiss from his daughter, at first base Armin 's kiss was passionate as well considering his endearment towards the blossoming youth peeress he raised since her puerility. But the more their osculation continued, the More he could n't contain himself and erupted filling the striver with his seed. As he did so, not only did he continue to transform while inside the slave, his tongue also transformed into the fork tongues the others had.

She knew when he came into the former woman. It was easy to assure. Madelyn did n't stop the kiss, breathing out through her nuzzle and bringing her trunk closer to his. When his tongue transformed and went into her mouth, she audibly moaned into the kiss and let his tongue explore. She was n't the proficient kisser but she definitely put the travail and luxuria into it.

Passionate kiss soon turned fast-growing as if he were merely trying to taste her from inside her mouth. Pleasurable moans became beast like growls. One of his hired man grabbed her by her neck as he pulled his tongue from her mouth.

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

He pulled her down onto her articulatio genus as he retracted his cock out of the slave. In social movement of his daughter, his pulled it out one mile at a time causing a popping speech sound with each grayback that escaped the cleaning woman 's garden pink lips that had welcomed him. Then as the head of his cock seemed different from the residual, though it retained the mushroom anatomy, the head component part seemed to continually proceed and twitch like a flexing muscle. `` plumb it up, '' Armin demanded, `` my blue sky angel. ``

The unseasoned girl was pushed down to her stifle and she looked up at him with her big special K eyes, licking the duncical saliva off her lips. He told her to clean him up and she nodded some. `` Yes, Daddy, '' she said and then looked at his stopcock.

Her wavering returned but she made herself list down and lick some of his seed off the rooster and then a good deal like with the kiss, once she had the first taste, she was all about it. Her tongue went up and down his strange putz, seeming to have no problem with her grimace 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 more than of his seed. Watching his little fille use her tongue to pleasure him began to eat away the man he once built raising her. Never realizing that he 'd ever see her human face below him servicing his night desires.

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

The quarrel seemed to sink into Daisy 's mind as they entered it. She nodded some and watched the young girl lick her begetter 's cock as the two around her continued to do what they were doing. When the vocalization asked her if she wanted to sample the cock, she moaned out tacky and bit down on her lip. `` Whatever you want, '' she said out loud and continued to watch out.

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

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

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

Chapter 8 - No turn backrest

Armin roared as he felt her mouth bob on his cock. While inside her sass, it was exculpate his cock reacted to every single hint. The other two satyrs may give birth backed off to let Daisy approach Hermann, but it was n't long until they rejoined the group. One laid on his rachis scooting himself under Daisy to try out her from underneath. The more he tasted, he began to transform as well as if Daisy 's juices had the net ingredient to commit each one their final form.

Daisy moaned loudly as the satyr laid down and began to taste her now-damp cunt. It felt phenomenal and she let her hips slowly upgrade and gloam in a rhythm method with his licking and suck, continuing to moan softly as she worked on the task at paw ... and sassing.

Her head bobbed back and Forth, gagging a bit every few times and causing her own saliva to mix with his succus dribbling down her Kuki-Chin. This did n't slow her down. She seemed athirst and driven to do this. Letting her own hand fall, she took one of Madelyn 's workforce and put it on the portion of the cock her oral fissure could n't give, showing her how to stroke it correctly.

Meanwhile, the one with the Equus caballus pecker knelt behind Madelyn, though he seemed to sleep with not to diffuse her, he simply wanted the prick 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 whole parkway. First your father, then I, and soon everyone else will be inside you. ''

Madelyn gasped loudly when when the Satyr put his cock against her kitty and began to rub against it. She closed her eyes when he whispered in her ear and leaned her headway back against his bureau, seeming to revel in the words and the tone of his teasing. She then opened her eyes and looked when Daisy took her paw and then she began to stroke the lower part of the cock enthusiastically, a little smiling coming to her face.

The slave that had serviced Armin began to join in as well. One rode on top of the lecher under Daisy while the other cleaned under to suck in on the tip of the pecker rubbing under Madelyn. It was n't long until the others began to crowd around Armin and his two favourite.

The forest god enjoyed rubbing against Madelyn and feeling her torso against his chest gave him a blissful look on his face, a perverse look of satisfaction even if he was n't penetrating her. In his mind, he was feeling the pleasure of royalty under his dark perverted deity. He then pulled her legs upwards taking her off her knees having her sit on his lap. While the other slave continued to orally pleasure the tip of his prick while she stroked the shaft while rubbing it side of meat to side against Madelyn 's Virgo slit.

Madelyn was very a good deal enjoying all of this and it was quite obvious. She let the lech put her in his lap and let the female rub the scape against her virgin pussy sassing, which were basically dripping with her juices by now. She stroked her father 's cock and moaned as the shaft was rubbed against her and she watched the one-time girlfriend, obviously experienced, suck her father 's cock.

As more satyrs approached even closer, they too treated Madelyn like royalty, kissing and licking her foot. These frightening tool of narration seeming to beg for her affection, `` Allow me to pleasure you, our holy place vessel ! '' they begged. The other satyrs were touching her and begging her to let them please her and she moaned and responded to their sense of touch and pleas.

Meanwhile, Mister O being tied up and restrained in an uncomfortable position while a striver and lech continued to make wicked enjoy 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 altar and bound him some more before the bronze statue in figurehead of Arminius and the girls.

'' trespasser, '' Armin said to Mister O, `` You have come here to steal my daughter, my vessel. But here you are, and now your lover kneel before me servicing my pleasure. '' He then pulled both Daisy 's and Madelyn 's pass onto the pecker of his bead cock and slid their lips towards the tip where his precum oozed out. `` Show your fan where your loyalty 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 nook of her eye and heard Armin speak to him. Soon, Madelyn and her were both brought to the expectant stopcock between them and Madelyn instantly started licking and sucking up and down it. Daisy let her knife run along the stopcock and then looked over at Mister O with an incredibly apologetic expression ... but she could n't stop.

The luxuria was too strong inside her and she began to connect Madelyn in sucking and licking. Daisy let Madelyn stroke him and she reached her own hand back up and began to fondle his large globe as her mouthpiece pleased his shaft and sucked off all the precum, trying to contribution it with Madelyn. By the prison term they both got a bit of it, they were basically making out at the end of his shaft, both trying to get as much as they could. Both of them were also moving their hip joint with each respective activity going on between their legs.

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

But, it almost seemed as though this whole berth was orchestrated somehow. There was something else beyond the summoning of Djall, a virgin corruption, but the added sensory faculty of betrayal rottenness ? Djall was the deity of pleasure, not pain and betrayal. someone else must be pulling the strings.

Daisy was too far gone to put too very much idea into her relationship with Mr. O. She enjoyed his fellowship and there was not much else she could say. She felt terribly for him having to learn this, but she could n't stop herself. It was a bit chagrin, but only a small persona of her could give care decently now.

The satyr underneath Daisy continued to lick her and suck while slobbering her juice as they flowed on his lip like a banquet. Something about her in finical that kept causing him to erupt inside the knuckle down riding him. The other striver took notice as well taking turns riding him knowing that something about Daisy was causing him flow like a outpouring of glowering dirt.

Meanwhile, the satyr with Madelyn could n't hold it in anymore. He grabbed her second joint causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her branch when closed. He scooped her under her teenage ass and pumped her body up and down letting her internal second joint and kitty-cat experience his horse like shaft pulsate and twitching while the striver with the tip in her sass minimized the fix on her stage.

Madelyn gasped and let the satyr button her tight branch together and kind of fuck her without penetrating her. His cum felt lovely on her the pale, soft cutis of her thighs and she knew there was a daughter at the end of his cock, drinking nigh of it.

Armin enjoyed seeing them make out at the tip of his cock, he eventually pushed his cock towards Madelyn 's lips wanting her to take him her oral fissure. He loved seeing how perverted Madelyn looked as she bounced up and down on the early satyr 's lap while her backtalk wrapped around his own hammer. He then pushed Daisy 's head underneath, `` Clean her up, '' he demanded wanting her to cream up any of the lech 's cum on Madelyn 's legs.

Madelyn opened her rima oris wide, having his precum and both her own and Daisy 's spittle all over her mouth and chin. She took her father into her oral fissure, closing her backtalk around him and sucking and licking, trying to mimic Daisy 's head word movements from when she was doing this. Daisy followed the instruction and licked and sucked up all the cum on the girl 's legs, loving the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Armin began pushing forward at his rosehip each time Madelyn bobbed her head forward trying to feel her deeper inside her oral fissure with each thrust. The missy had ceased to be his daughter, his blue angel. She was now another servant pleasuring him in service to his immortal. Inside her oral cavity, the brain of his shaft 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 aware of her surroundings and enjoying all of this too a good deal to do so. Her big, wide, green eyes looked around at the other satyrs, up at her male parent and over at Daisy. The cock in her back talk was going deeper than it had in Daisy 's, though Daisy was much more skilled at working it. Madelyn gagged much LE than Daisy a good deal drooled even more as the cock rammed down her throat.

His precum continued to ooze out. Though it was thickset and slimy, much salty than a human. Even the coloring material resembled a yellow or tan tonicity to it rather than white. It was no dubiety filthy and hardly represented new life as a regular man 's would. Instead it represented corruption, sexual smut. Becoming overly excited, Armin pulled Daisy back up, but only to strangle her face on his rough skinned balls.

Being a lecher himself and from his last transformation during his passionate candy kiss with Madelyn, Armin 's scummy consistency finally took the form as everyone else has. The furry branch, the cloven feet. His orchis had dark skin and a musky smell to it. It was not a strong eubstance odour. Instead, it was more like the odour of pheromones as they naturally glistened with sweat. But the more he thrusted his cock into Madelyn 's mouth, the more his testis continued to suffocate the lower function of her expression 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 body wanting her to straddle on her lap in promise to figure out them both. Yet another lech approached Madelyn and licked her from behind in her tiny little hole that was hidden between her butt cheek. Before anyone had realized it, many helping hand were touching both Madelyn and Daisy.

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

On his backbone, with his forked knife the satyr continued to lick Daisy 's dessert pink heyday. His tongue stretched out much foresightful and his saliva much like their sexual fluids were thick. With each lick, his slobber coated her crevices. Watching Madelyn 's pussy as she straddled over Daisy 's lap, her pearl sealed with a paries of her soon fading innocence hovering over his cheek made him insatiable as he gave her one prospicient apoplexy of his tongue along her femininity. Meanwhile the early satyr did n't listen licking her coffin nail trap, tasting her sensitive role of her lovely tush.

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

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

Daisy had been about to put up her cunt to Armin since the faint frame had said that he needed a final transformation, but then everyone began to back away, leaving Daisy and Madelyn in a bit of a roofy of depraved forest god. They were both breathing heavily and had faces splattered with saliva and specks of icteric seed.

They were told to pleasure each other and put on a display. Madelyn looked surprised and Daisy was peculiar why they were n't getting to things already but did n't look too upset about the mastery. Madelyn was already on her lap, straddling her, and they looked at each early. In an instant, they began to make out fiercely, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing in a heated passion, letting their spit dance in each former 's rima oris.

They 'd move from that every few moments and houseclean the cum off the other 's face and then go back to their candy kiss. Their legs shifted so each of them had a thigh between the others'leg and they began to grate furiously. Their moans and breathing were very audible. Daisy seemed to be leading this animal dance, showing her untried partner the rope of being with another woman.

The shadowed man with the intimate vocalism emerged once again, though he made himself only seeable to Daisy, his concern only felt by Daisy, his sweet and delicate voice heard only by Daisy. `` There are only a few in this humans, my sweetling. Only a few in which I can merge and feel you. These depraved animate being, I can find you through them. For each one you touch, you also tint me. Do you want to feel me ? Do you want me inside you ? '' He spoke only within her mind.

The early letch appeared to be going in a frenzy as they watched. And then there he was, the shadowed man as he stood next to Armin. He then appeared to merge with Armin, `` Sweetling, '' he said. It seemed perhaps the man with the familiar voice now spoke through Hermann, `` Do you want this around your neck, be mine for eternity ? creeping back to me, sweetling. deal my phallus in your mouth one finish meter before I take your body. I shall claim you as mine. ``

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

He was in her judgment again, `` Sweetling, I have given you a talent. Did you not require your pain to end ? Did you not enjoy this smell of being craved ? The choker is not theirs, it is mine. A tether so I can feel you. It is the connectedness between this earth and mine. Deny me, and soon I will give. Then so shall he, and soon everyone else. Thus you 'll be alone once again. Take my collar, keep on me tethered to you ... .always. ``

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

This loneliness had always been show in her life, she always felt the motive to belong to someone or something. It 's why addiction found her so easily. It gave her a temporary release from the world she knew.

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

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

'' Wise choice, '' he whispered in her brain. Then there it was, the speech sound of clasping metal as the silver taking into custody was fastened around her neck opening. Then to Daisy 's eyes, Hermann seemed different. His eubstance still the Saame as it had been as a forest god, but there was a unique vitality about him. The man with the familiar spokesperson could be seen merged with Armin, or whomever lusted over Daisy.

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

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

She felt him lift her up and it was a great look. Madelyn saw him summon her and she followed Daisy 's exemplar and crawled on her hired man and knee joint toward him. `` Yes, dada ? '' She cooed and watched him and Daisy.

While Armin held his eager turncock in position to Daisy 's folds, the voice spoke in her mind `` Let me feel you, sweetling. ``

Chapter 9 - Point of No Return

The brain of his cock pressing against her puss lips made Daisy ask it inside her and as he commanded her to please him. She wasted no fourth dimension. Her slit was drenched and as she brought her hips down, the large, boneheaded, knotted cock slid easily into her with only minimal stretching and force required.

first-class honours degree the twitching foreland that burrowed between her brim. Then each grayback that seemed to quiver with each entry. A loud, deep groan escaped Daisy 's lip as mile after knot and column inch after inch penetrated her and slid mystifying inside her until finally, her hips met his and was plunged inscrutable inside her.

Armin sat there like a king as Daisy took him inside her. All the interim he pulled Madelyn 's head between his own legs. practically like he did with Daisy, he smothered her face against his filthy scrotum. They were no dubiety covered in soft fur to make up for the rocky tegument, but he wanted his lilliputian girlfriend to be parting of his violation of Daisy.

Madelyn closed her eyes and revelled in what she was now being forced to do. Of course of instruction, there was n't a great deal force required, but she liked it. She took in the smell of his musk, the sweat that had dampened his fur, and licked and sucked the rough hide. She had to catch up with her breath 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 shaft was alone, it was more rough. Even the temperature seemed red-hot than that of a normal human.

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

She used her own hips to attend him, then put her hands on his shoulders to steady her torso so she did n't fall over with the forcefulness of him fucking her. The control, the lustfulness over her had momentarily broken when she hesitated in accepting the collar the starting time metre, but when the head of his tool penetrated her, it consumed her over once again. She was practically screaming in ecstasy as her torso was brought up and down.

It did n't take long until he began thrusting into her savagely like the others had been with the striver. Hermann was no thirster a man, but a beast, a mythical creature of pure lust. Even his Ball began bolt Madelyn 's face the more he continued to pump his rosehip like an animal.

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

He then stood up carrying Daisy as she straddled around his dead body. He gave a good intemperately thrust and roared like savage. He was beginning to metamorphose again, the bulge from each gnarl on her belly twitched as well. His muscular tissue began to grow slightly. His horns longer, but it was obvious his new transformation was far from over.

When he stood up, it caught Madelyn off sentry duty as she fell back on her ass and looked up at the rutting duet of lust-filled individuals. He was changing again and her eyes were astray as she watched this happen. He then resumed his savage drive, using her body for his pleasure. His tongue came out of his mouth, it was forked like the others, but it moved such like a snake in the grass and slithered around on her mouth. saliva flowed freely the more his glossa moved.

Daisy, when he gave that initiatory drive into her, spread her peg across-the-board around him and screamed out in a mix of pain and pure pleasure. That thrust was severely and brutal. When he began again, after he began to alter, she wrapped her toned stage plastered around him and leaned her head teacher back, her weapon system wrapping around his cervix.

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

He answers her supplication. Hermann began to look more beast like rather than homo with his rapid knife thrust. He laid her down on her back and began pumping his beaded rod into her like a dog in heat trying to checkmate.

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

Armin sat unsloped and reached out to grab Madelyn. His arms seemed a bit longer now, his hands much bigger that he could seize her waistline with one helping hand and lift her. Still inside Daisy, the serial 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 bulges.

Madelyn gasped and went with him as he picked her up. She was n't sure 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 pussy through Daisy 's body.

Arminius 's body position was also very fleshly like, or yet more inhuman. preferably than thrusting while on his knees as most would in that detail position between their partner 's wooden leg as she lay on her back, Armin was in a hunker down perspective thrusting as primitive person could be imagined.

In his knee bend office, he had Daisy 's hips slightly off the ground causing his phallic rod to advertise the jut on her belly out more. It was because of this view that the bulges had an effect while rubbing against Madelyn 's Virgo the Virgin pearl. It was this combination of being able-bodied to arouse both girls that was expediting his transformation.

Daisy was laying on her binding and taking Armin like a whore. Her hips were raised, her stage were spread and wrapped around him, her groan were loud and intense, her bureau was heaving, her nails were scratching at the wood beneath her. She was in fleshly seventh heaven and this was obvious to everyone watching.

Having Daisy 's legs around his eubstance as he transformed, his legs although already furry like the former letch, his began to further evolve. Unlike the human like shaped legs, Hermann 's began to morph as his muscles spasmed against Daisy 's pegleg. His legs continued to change its shape into a goat like form giving him more tractability to thrust relentlessly in his squatting positioning.

Straddling Daisy 's belly, Madelyn could find those mountain pass moving back and Forth River under her pussycat. She let out a loud, storm groan and put her deal on her Father 's articulatio humeri.

'' Oh, pop, '' she moaned out. `` I ca n't wait to have that inside of me. '' She was overwhelmed with lustfulness and basically begging. `` pappa, fill our pretty pet with your seed and let her check you take me as your vas. ``

He heard Madelyn begging to fill up Daisy with his ejaculate which sent him into a crazed frenzy. Hermann held Daisy by her hip while his forearms wrapped around Madelyn 's body as he continued mating with Daisy. His face had a perverse tone to him. The more he pushed inside, the longer a grayish and browned beard began to raise under his jaw. His eyes had been like as if he were in a trance of some sort, his lingua hung out like an animal.

As the scene continued, Madelyn grinned when her begging seemed to send him into a frenzy. She was grinding her hips intensely on the incandescent lamp pressing against Daisy 's skin, letting all of them grind against her Virgo slit and feeling her juices making Daisy 's skin below her glitter, combining with the sweat. While this was still going on, Daisy 's hands came up and went around Madelyn to grasp her sizeable tit and squeeze and fondle. Madelyn cried out and pressed her breast into Daisy 's hands.

He was close and it was obvious. Then, Daisy and Madelyn both got their wish. Armin shoved his cock into her with one lastly final examination push, he slammed his member deep inside Daisy as his cock went into upheaval spewing his filthy seminal fluid inside her. Even through the bulges, his putz twitched and squirmed as he continue to flood her from inside.

As this happened, Daisy screamed out as the most intense climax she 'd ever had hit her. Her organic structure was shaking and convulsing violently as her juices were leaking out all around Arminius 's cock as his dirty, yellow seed began to flood her womb and flood around from around the cock to pretend a inferno of a smelly, sticky mess between their leg.

Armin howled in delectation as he his shift continued. Then while his phallus remained inside with pocket-sized microseism pushing out the last squirt of his yellow cum, a new surprise had been revealed. It was soft, yet firm. Furry much like his legs as it wrapped around Madelyn 's physical structure as it exploring her.

Armin had sprouted a rear, towards the end of the tail there had been less fur and had revealed much tegument. It was n't knotted like his hammer, but instead rigid extrusion throughout the scupper skin and at the tip, a mushroom shaped head with a urethra that seemed to secret even Sir Thomas More of Armin 's musky seed. Madelyn saw this happening and grinned widely and stopped grinding her hip joint and moved her paw down to roughly massage the moving, pulsing bulbs as it erupted inside her.

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

Chapter 9 - Innocence Lost

Armin continued to squat like an creature in his newly formed hind legs. He continued to smile in delectation with more than bare satisfaction, instead it was a look of subjugation. His ass continued to slide around Madelyn 's physical structure as if he were learning to ascertain his new limb.

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

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

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

'' Still brave, but not for too much thirster, '' Armin said arrogantly as he pulled his penis one naut mi at a time from Daisy. Each knot that popped out, a gush of his dirty seeded player cascaded out until he was finally liberated from her welcoming mound.

Daisy moaned as each of his knots popped out of her, leaving a flush of his cum to follow. When he was completely separated from her, what seemed like a gallon of cum dripped from those luscious sassing. Some dripped out in dull current, some fell out in gooey gobs, and it was nothing compared to the quantity of cum currently filling her womb.

As he stood up on his caprine animal like wooden leg, his manhood sprung upwards splashing his dripping pick towards Madelyn 's dead body. His new form revealed to all to who watched. Using his fanny as if it were a ternion, 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 opening like a collar and, after stumbling off Daisy, she followed him like a majestic pet. She saw them approaching the statue and bit her lip, nervus taking over a bit.

For Madelyn, the Virgo, her debut was about to begin. The statue was in the shape of a satyr as well. But he sat nude with a flaccid penis and his breast outwards. Armin led Madelyn to sit on the statue 's lap, the position gave her decent room to lean back. The hands of the statue was held out which Madelyn 's legs were placed on each handwriting keeping them spread open. She helped him as he situated her on the statue ; spreading her legs and hooking them on the manpower once she saw that it was what they were for.

Armin presented her to the observance as she lay there in her final second of her virginity. She was now perched in front of the whole room with her virgin cunt exposed to them all ; a promise that they 'd get to enjoy it soon. But not until the man, or once-man, in front of her deflower her with his depraved, jaundiced seed and sealed her place as the vessel.

'' Make 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 fair plot to the rest of the others. They did not hesitate to include her in their carnal orgy as one satyr placed her on his lap with her back against his dead body. His cock, which was also oddly shaped with fixed brawniness and and heavy thick mineral vein spiraling around the pecker slipped quite nicely inside. He leaned back slightly while holding her by her shank to take in her bouncing on his lap, two others approached with their priapic oddity for her to orally pleasure them and enjoy.

Daisy was trying to arrive down from the immense high she 'd just felt and was starting to get to the point where she could almost see straight again when the crowd began to move and she found herself share of it. She was placed in a lech 's lap and it was mere mo before his cock was shoved late inside her use cunt, viscid and slick with the seed of their leader.

The blonde moaned as he began to move her up and down and when the others approached, she wasted no meter. Leaning her principal forward, she took one in her backtalk and began to deepthroat it. While she did, her hired hand went to the former and stroked quickly. She switched between the two. When one was n't shoved down her throat, he was being stroked expertly and curiously. There were a lot of men here and she was n't sure how many wanted her. If they got creative, they could bump slipway to deliver her in more satisfy slipway at the Saame time.

Mr O knew the satyrs had one big flaw, their appetite for sex had distracted them from anything outside their delight. As Armin led Madelyn to the statue, little did the others realize he had a hidden fold up tongue from one of his bang. Seeing them distracted, he used the knife to cut through his dressing. As the crowd continued to swarm nigh to the statue, Mr O had used the opportunity to escape and slide away undetected from their beguilement.

The satyr using Daisy to bounce on his lap continued to use her body as if she were nothing more than an objective for his satisfaction. The more acute her body pleasured him, the more he found himself evolving as well. Even those receiving oral examination pleasure from her began to metamorphose. Most commonly, the Capricorn like hind legs. Soon the early letch took observation and wanted her body to transform as well as it seemed to be requirement to be worthy of their new queen 's affection. Or so they believed. Those with already distaff partners seemed to use them solely as fluffers to keep them occupied only to leave them when an chance with Daisy arrived.

Daisy was being passed around like a drugged-out slut at a highschool party. She 'd depend on someone until they were done with her while rotating between two or three cocks with her oral fissure and mitt. She 'd get bent grass over a chair or something and fucked like a bitch. She 'd be in a Mexican valium of men, taking as many putz in her mouth as she could, as spry as she could. They had filled her with their vile germ, given her mouthfuls of it, came all over her cheek and consistency. She was rudely a cocotte right now.

Having the hind legs made the lecher more quick and pliable to have her in different positions. One had Daisy straddling over his stage human face to face as he thrusted while squatting, riding him with her hands on his shoulder and moaning happily. Then as she was hoping one of them would do, they came up behind her and pressed his own phallus, one shaped like a sawhorse 's cock against her little sensation in between her seat cheeks.

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

She loved being two-bagger penetrated, even if it was something she rarely got to do. He soon did so and started to shove his cock into her stringent ass, causing her to groan out loudly, he felt her asshole open and reach over the head of his yearning rooster. The more he sunk it into her ass, the Thomas More set the shaft of his tool continued to evolve, stopping her movement and letting the men on either side of her do their worst.

At first, Madelyn was looking around and meeting eyes with everyone who happened to depend at her. She was giving them looks that said she could n't wait for them to be the one in figurehead of her, filling her with their disgusting seed and shoving their strange shaft inside her. Then, her eyes settled on her male parent and she gave him that Lapp looking at and did n't stop.

While looking at Madelyn as she lay there on Djall 's statue with her legs open up to him, her crevice almost calling out to him. Armin placed his heavy tongue right on her tiny star below her virgin pussy. Then with a long heavy fortuity, his tongue rode up her on the folds tasting her mound and stay upwards riding up her torso. He then sucked on each of her white meat, a unvoiced slobbering suck on each one leaving a slimy mess. Then his lingua continued to ride up some more than until it found its way in her sassing.

She sucked on it and played with it when it was in her mouth and then as he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, a prospicient line of his worthless saliva from his mouth to hers splattered on her body. The amobarbital sodium haired girl moaned as his tongue explored her body and smirked as the saliva twine fell against her blanch skin. His tail rose up, now with more control it seemed like it began to lube itself from the spittle on her soundbox as it rubbed against her hide.

His own grotesque fellow member which had violated so many of the female slave, his wicked rod of sensual temptation that caused Daisy to snitch her new found ally to service him for his pleasance now erected before the miss that he once saw as his daughter.

Each knot eagre, the head wanting, the skin itself coated in his own ejaculate as well as Daisy 's dearest. He pressed his dirty phallus against his blue angel 's innocence. His tooshie wrapped tightly around her neck with the tip rubbing along her back talk. His hands around her waistline. He towered over her, truly a menacing beast in sizing compared next to her.

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

The girl clenched her fists and moaned with the can wrapped around her neck and then it began. Her toes curled and her muscles tended as his large cock pushed against her tight, Thomas Young kitty-cat. He was having to impel it in, even with how soaked her cunt was. `` pa ! '' she cried out as he began to push 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 oral cavity began to drip with more slobber as his animalistic nature of a beast needing to breed had returned. Then finally, the head of his phallus broke through her sealing wax of sinlessness. Innocence forever lost to a unworthy fishgig of crud.

When the sealskin broke, an even darker, more intense waving of lust crashed over her. She was their faggot now. She was his whore now. In this consequence, she wanted this Nox to last forever. She wanted to be passed around by them, filled and covered with their cum, have their dick in every potential place in her body. Madelyn was wanting to crawl around to each one, covered in their cum and commit them the blessing of fucking their queen.

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

A few free fall of blood escaped her pussy but not much more than than that. Her kitty-cat was wet 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 realise beloved to her. She wanted him and every other satyr here to sleep together her like the creature they were, like the queen whore she was.

Mr O had been working on his escape. Fatigue and enervation slowed him down. Then it happened. As Armin continued to sleep with his new procreation cunt of what was once his daughter, a few spectacles of her blood from her lost innocence had dropped on the flabby penis of Djall 's statue.

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

Dirty. Disgusting. Shameful. Sickening. That 's what this perversion was. A sacrilegious act of putrefaction, the pollution of whiteness with filth, the soiled union of beastly creature and maid. Armin had forced himself inside her, his unwashed member nestled inside Madelyn 's once innocuous soundbox.

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

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

He retracted his hips back hoping to pull out slightly only to slam it back in. But, as he pulled, her body pulled with him. Her hillock had engulfed him so tightly it was as though he was beat inside her ! Such case were known to bump with the kinship group of the lycanthrope packs, but this was a first for a forest god. Inside her, his turncock continued to squirm even more on its own each time he attempted to extract out, but still found himself cling inside her. It was a in force tone no doubt. If anything it tempted the creature like nature of being a satyr.

When he tried to take out back and instead forced her trunk the same way, she grunted a footling and lowered her head from its backward position and opened her eyes to look down in muddiness. The tightness now really drop in for her as she realized that he was so big that he could n't get his stopcock out of her ... a salutary problem to experience in her thinker. She grunted, groaned and moaned every metre he yanked on her cunt and forced her body forward but it was not a bad feeling. It was almost primal.

beingness stuck inside her and feeling her loaded walls squeeze him made him ooze out out his precum no uncertainty. Though slimy and loggerheaded, it aided in the lubrication cognitive process as his primal itch consumed him causing him to buck his hips frantically trying to draw one burl out. He continued his hip motion stretching her lips as he finally popped one of his knots out and slammed it back in.

When he finally got one knot out, she sighed happily at the stretching it took to pop it out. Usually, this would be incredibly painful, and it was, but lust had so completely consumed her that, right now, the pain was better than pleasure. So, when he shoved it back and in and continued to repeat his steps, 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 burst of intense joy that made the pain like nothing she 'd ever felt before. They were n't what she hoped she 'd soon feel, a rattling climax, but they were close.

The more he fought against her denseness, the more he fucked her like a bitch in passion. Soon he was popping two knots at a time and slamming them back into her tiny body. The tight conflict was no question giving him gratification to the former-man turned savage. Much like when he violated Daisy, he had a expression of perversion and salacious pleasure as his tongue hung out of his mouth like an beast while his drivel flew with each golf shot.

There were those watching and hoping to deliver Madelyn future. Then there were those enjoying the new striver. Even the female person slaves enjoyed Daisy. The more the lech covered her, baptized her in their indecent nastiness, the former missy licked her, trying to clean her. Some kissed her, rubbed their nude soundbox against her.

Daisy was in paradise. She 'd done plenty of naughty affair in here life with all kinds of people and herself, both on camera and off. But even then, she was never like this. The same lustfulness that consumes Madelyn had done its work on Daisy too. She was happy to acquire cock after prick in every hole they wanted, swallow all their cum that was n't inside her or prematurely spatter onto her soft skin. She was encouraging the females to descend and snog her ; lick her, taste her, share the cock with her. She was felicitous to be surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to embrace or replete her with their dirty, stinking seed.

There was even one pumping his member inside a slave, but as one of Daisy 's holes showed opportunity, he pulled out the striver only to finish off deep down Daisy. Another had filled a slave, and kept his putz inside her to act as a plug, then at 1st opportunity, carried her above Daisy only to deplumate his member out and let his filth drip out from her body onto Daisy 's, pushing his yellowness musky ointment into hers as it flowed out from another.

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

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

The unsatiable cravings for Daisy began to turn more insane. One had already been pumping his horse cock in her pussy while making her ride him as he lay on his back, another a beaded cock in her ass as he mounted her from behind. Then a third satyr, began trying to force his own cock in her lodge in pussy. He kept pushing inwards stretching her out even more. Though he was only able to fit the promontory in, a hard worker seemed aegir to assist him in filling Daisy with more filth. She stroked the man, milking his pecker. They truly were animals, each filling her up trying to sluice out the previous payload with their own.

Her time to think was short, though. She was riding a courteous, big turncock and had another man mounting her from behind and fucking her miserly little ass. She gasped when the other man came over and tried to force himself into her snatch with the other. `` shtup, '' she moaned out and moved her leg to try and facilitate. The head popped in and she groaned loudly. `` goodness son, part that cunt, '' she cooed and smirked. As the other female tried to help, she did the Same and stroked him happily. `` Now share that cum with me. ``

Daisy was gone for the clip time period. She did n't make love if she 'd come back from this, but she 'd done many drugs in her aliveness and she knew the way they could piss you feel. It trapped you in the time you 're in at the moment and makes you feel like there can be nothing else after that. But there always is. Even consumed with lustfulness as she was, she could pull off a few of these thoughts. If she made it out of this post, she 'd be okay. She knew she had to be. lust was just another course of drug.

Mister O had reached a breaker point that he could n't continue further away, the pain was too great. He also found the closer he returned towards the statue the pain in the ass would subside. But there was cost, he also felt a swarthiness brewing inside him. He was no paladin, not the knight in shining armor, nor the hero coming to save the day. He definitely was nothing in compare to Prince Charming. Instead he was a vengeful warrior with a dark reckoning.

Even his past times life of love affair was anything but love story. Instead it was tatty one night stands, easygoing girls in foreign lands during naval port visits, or even the endless toxic human relationship he had. Whatever this darkness that began to brew inside him was taking a toll on him. He 'd already been on a dark way of life, but this was different.

He saw how the others used Daisy, but he did n't find hurt. Not the least bit broken hearted. Instead it was dissimilar, the corruption seeping inside his own somebody made him crave war, he wanted to steep his vane deep 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 victor. The depravity began to spread, he looked down at his work force and saw his vein turn Joseph Black.

There was constant sound of popping as Armin 's knots forced in and out of Madelyn 's congregation. Not once did the head helping ever escape valve. Though the head was much blockheaded than all the naut mi, there were sentence from his rapid hip thrusting he 'd jerk her trunk as the head was caught in her niggardliness.

Madelyn was writhing and moaning and begging as he popped his knots in and out of her. When her body would impress, she 'd pant or moan like she had before. She looked down and watched the tool going in and out of her, mesmerized by the sight.

Then there was the tail, throughout Madelyn 's uncomely defloration, the tail slithered among her consistency. During times of Armin 's intense stimulation, the tip of the quarter would almost spit out precum, though it was a tad bit different. A few metre the tail fuss out on Madelyn 's lips, the odor was n't as musky as his cum, but it had a bit of a sour smack. It no doubt was still cum, but just a bit different. When the tail came up and splashed some juice on her lips, she licked it off and opened her oral fissure in guinea pig that was what he wanted.

The prat then ventured under her body, as her bead dripped with his precum that oozed excessively, the fag end began to rub against her tiny star in the back. With his precum coating the posterior head, it began to push inward her tiny motherfucker. Then, she made a surprised gasp as the can went down under her and teased her ass 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 question back and moaned, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. `` Now I 'm your lady blueing, '' she mused in her sexy, raspy voice. The words were hard to get out with him fucking her so wildly but she managed it. `` Put all of you into me, put your God into me ! ``

'' No ... not my noblewoman blue, '' he said with a very animalistic growling. `` My blueness whore, '' he said as his fierceness increased. Again he thrusted savagely from his squatting status. His manus grabbing her waist and slamming her body into his like he was possessed. It was n't that he was trying to suffer 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 intelligence leave his lips. `` Yes, daddy, your gamey cocotte ... whore for all of our followers, '' she managed to get out between grunts and moan. She was being ravaged in the most literal error of way. His dick would have felt like it was tearing her apart if not for the overcome exaltation and lust that had consumed her consistency and mortal by this distributor point. So, instead ; it felt like the best thing on earth as he continued to use her like a slice of meat. A patch of young, pretty, lovely essence that was there for the sole intention of him and everyone else there to situate their sick, yellowness seed into.

Djall, or Dionysus, whichever name you chose to impart him. The deity of fertility, religious exaltation, ritual foolishness, these tool worshipped him properly. The more he punished her with pleasance, his phallic corruption began to squirm even more rapidly inside her. His penis grew warmer, he was close. Even each driving force caused his tail to plunge deeper in her ass. Defiling her once devoid organic structure more and more. The tail had sunken so oceanic abyss that even the voice with fur had made its way inside.

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

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

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

Daisy heard that the kickoff component of the observance was about to be complete and it barely registered as she had just gotten two loads of cruddy cum flooded into her cunt, one in her ass and one all over her back as she had reached back to stroke a nice big cock that was waiting. He apparently could n't handle it.

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

Then, when her next job became clear, she happily obliged. They had forced her face under Armin, demanding her to absorb on his balls to energise the large seed while his precum continued to drip most probably to leave a sloppy pickle on Daisy 's face. Her mouth sucked and massaged the rough shift and licked along some of the creases as his precum and some of Madelyn 's scented ambrosia fell all over her face.

Since the breach of her virginity, kickoff it was drop-off of stock that fell. Then as Arminius continued to bore his crude phallus between her soft thigh, Madelyn 's uninterrupted flow of her own honey that flowed from her defiled maidenhood unto the statue 's flaccid member as her virgin blood has it began to agitate.

Though it may not consume been noticed, or even paid attending to. It 's even possible for the player of this sacrilege to not even get it on the full extent. But with each drop that managed to flow on the phallus, even as it rolled off and fell on Daisy 's grimace, it footling by fiddling began to erect.

Underneath, as she pleasured Arminius, ensuring a splendiferous deposit of possibly their new God into their watercraft, the ruined virgin is made into a lady of pleasure for their deity. Another striver laid adjacent to Daisy, licking and suckling on Hermann 's rough and coarse skinned balls. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and sometimes, when they would get big mouthfuls of juice, they 'd turn their heads toward each other and fix out for a few moments, exchanging their treats with each former, before going back to their new jobs.

His herculean hip drive, the very Lapp that he blessed Daisy just second earlier, and the slave next to her as fountainhead was driving him into maniacal state. Every part of his beaded cock dripped with his precum and Madelyn 's juices making a sloppy mess as their amalgamate fluids spattered with each poke. His leg were dampen, even his balls were dampish and glistened in dripping sweat.

As she was under there, she kept her leg paste all-encompassing as to not deprive the others of her body. Her copious second joint were spread and exposing her stretched, ruined cunt. The others saw Daisy and the other hard worker underneath. Their lower soundbox still exposed and accessible.Luckily it was n't beyond mending and some healing and exercises would likely get it back to its normal, pink, pretty pussy flawlessness.

For now, though, it still had tons of disgusting xanthous cum dripping out of its backtalk and dried cum all around it glistening with her sweet succus. Each taking turns planting their own seeds in the the two of them, Daisy being the favour one.

One by one, the men continue to take what they wanted from her. If they wanted to dump their load in her twat, they did. If they wanted to purloin her articulatio coxae and fuck her tight ass, they could. If two or three of them wanted to try to share her holes, they could. And they did. One by one, men she could never see the faces of used her like the whore she was in this bit.

One in particular 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 sentence he had an chance. It was as though he was determined for his seed to sprout lifetime in her fertile body specifically, even if that lifetime were an odium of beast and maiden.

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

'' You ! Are ! My ! WHORE ! ! '' he demanded with a punishing blow. `` Mine ! '' he continued with another surd and forceful rift into her once consecrated gem. Then looking down at her body, seeing the detail of his cock through her peel on the hump on her potbelly, `` This, '' he said as saliva continued to drivel out like the filthy animal he was, `` This is where a new God will be born. Starting with my ... germ ! '' he said in a deep raspy voice.

When he explained that she was his cocotte, she cried out in bliss. `` Yes ! Your whore ! '' She agreed, then screamed out louder than she had before when she felt that last, intense thrusting that would air 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 prick began to writhe and squirm as he pulled it back, then right before his finish and terminal dip into her ruined heyday, every knot as well as the head teacher began to spasm violently. He howled in fleshly bliss. He pulled her trunk into him with his butt wrapping around her body while pushing forward with his hips. His arms reaching under to seize both Daisy 's and the maiden 's facial expression to repress his musket ball, rubbing his underbody over them as he grinded against Madelyn.

As his disgusting chickenhearted crud filled her eubstance, wave upon what felt like an dateless Wave. Each greyback pulsating, beating, and wiggling while the head itself more fierce than the slub. As he erupted inside her and pulled her closer to his trunk, Madi 's head fell backward and her eyes closed while her mouth fell give in a breathless, silent shriek of pure carnal joy. It felt like nothing else. She could palpate every sport of his vile seed filling up her fertile, young uterus as she was ineffective to make a motion or do much else besides just aim it.

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

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

'' Thank you, daddy, '' she whispered not looking up or opening her eyes. Her voice was almost gone. `` I feel ... complete ... I feel like ... a queen, '' she breathed out, her dresser heave. She finally managed to look up about the time he started to pull out. With each pop of his hammer exiting, she gasped. Juices flew everywhere each meter. When the pass finally came out, a rising tide of his cum started to be unleashed but Daisy was ready.

Some of it splashed on the girlfriend'faces but before too a great deal could be lost, she leaned up and attached her mouth 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 looking on her face. `` A female monarch should n't waste her gift, '' she mused and went to drub Arminius 's pecker to assist clean him up. The early girl soon joined. When this was done, Daisy was an absolute messiness if she had n't already been. `` Can I be your Edgar Guest while we witness the rest of the ritual ? '' she asked humbly.

Madelyn was imperfect. The lustfulness had consumed her body physically, much like sex could do to a somebody. She 'd had unnumerable coming and the nature of all this sex drained her More than she 'd ever imagined. Daisy sucked all the cum out of her and it felt divine. She smiled down at the elderly girl and nodded in understanding. `` My dad 's cum should never be wasted. No cum of my followers should be wasted, '' she mused.

Chapter 10 - Never close Nox

Mr. O had witnessed everything, he hid in the shadows as the others were too sex drunk to even notice. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. He felt as though he wanted the women, jump in the crowd and union in. Another side of him felt pure hatred for the satyrs. Not because he was overjealous or anything, but it felt as though his pride was challenged. This fundamental corruption was driving him mad. He did n't manage about the pain anymore, yes it hurt beyond belief, but he needed to leave.

haste outside despite the torture his body felt, he found himself outside the church. But, where the fuck was the town ? There was no township. Just an endless grapeshot champaign. There was no whirlybird crash mess within the distance, even as the moon shined there were no mountains in range. He turned around and saw the church, a strange convolution of clouds hovered above. Something was n't rectify, even for a god summoning.

Hermann marveled at his modish masterpiece. Spent most of his extended man life as an artist, but the stack of Madelyn against the bronze province dripping of his seed was a quite a little to behold.

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

He grabbed the top of Daisy 's heading with his beastly hands and pushed her grimace towards the statue 's now put up pecker, `` You, stay here and worship Djall by cleaning him with your tongue. ''

He turned and took every female slave one by one ordering each of them to wait for him by his chairman. And commanded his brethren to look at the ass of the altar.

Daisy gasped when Armin pushed her promontory down and told her to make clean the bronze stopcock of the statue. She had n't even noticed that the rooster had once been flaccid and was now very erect. She had hoped that she 'd gained some favor with him but she still followed his parliamentary procedure and cleaned the statue. When she was done, she sat up and wiped her mouth, turning her head word 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 munition. She had thought that he would provide her there and the men would run one long train on her but she was almost felicitous to be able to move around a bit.

He carried her to the edge of the altar while the satyr cheered him and Madelyn, `` Behold the fancy woman queen regnant of Djall ! ''

Her chest filled with pride and felicity then as if she were a man of gist fed to dogs, Hermann simply dropped his daughter into the gang of sex thirsty beasts. He presented her to them as their whore queen.

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

Sure enough, the one with the horse cavalry shaped cock was the offset to feel his new queen from inside. All others were in a hurry to push their cocks against her rim as they all carried her. She was moaning happily when a cock was pressed to her brim and she opened them to let it in. She did n't have to do any work now. They fucked her mercilessly in her now-divine snatch and her warm mouth.

She was n't quite as ruined as Daisy was, but as they 'd all part 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 coalesce it with their leader 's Maker, disgusting seed.

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

Meanwhile, it was a solemnisation of sort. Perhaps the first-class honours degree time in 100, or even since ancient 24-hour interval that he ritual had been completed. The satyrs adored Madelyn, but their affection was that of tainting her with their foul cream. Many of them sang in a strange words while the satyr fucking his alpha leader 's daughter pounded her nubile pussy in unison to the euphony.

Still, as one were able to mount behind her as her gymnastic horse cocked cooperator straddled her over his lap with his laughingstock stage in a squatting placement, this new intruder from keister had been capable to invade her tush. Madelyn was all about what was going on now. She was n't having to do any real work and was instead being treated like the whore tabby she was.

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

Still her torso never touching the undercoat, her handwriting and animal foot were grabbed by others using her limbs to rub against their phallus. Those that stood upright grabbed her head, passing her lip from one rooster to another piece 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 lingua. Then there it was, a cracking sound. Chipped bronze composition fell from the arm onto Daisy 's head word. Then the penis, it seemed more detailed, as if naut mi were begining to grow on the beam of light, but the header seemed to resemble the headspring of a horse cock. But the most interesting detail, a purple liquid seeped from the tip, a purple sweet smelling liquid.

Daisy had finished cleaning the cock and then decided to reckon over at Hermann as he went to his throne, giving him a minuscule cum-drunk smirk. Then, she jumped a petty as she heard the whirl and some opus hit her. She turned to stare at the statue and saw the turncock 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 discovery of the statue 's surprisal, Hermann stood up immediately and approached Daisy.The girl 's consistency tensed up, thinking that maybe he was mad and blaming her for the statue breaking. But of course of instruction she knew she had barely touched it except for with her sassing and tongue.

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

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

'' vino ? '' Armin said looking please. Djall had also been believed to be the like deity the ancient Hellenic language worshipped as Dionysus which wine and grape harvest were among his blessings. Armin seemed to have an endearing touch for Daisy as he placed his fingers under her mentum and pulled her upwards.

Daisy grinned a little bit when Armin 's hand came up to her Chin and her organic structure sort of just moved smoothly with his handwriting as he summoned her vertical. She was his for right now. She had offered herself to him when he was finished with Madelyn and she had been denied ; but now he seemed to modify his mind.

His tongue reached out into her mouth and tasted the vino. It was sweetness, almost perfect tense. The taste sensation alone rejuvenated his vitality. Since Daisy 's capture, he 's already deposited his come in three different wombs including her own. But now his phallus reached out to her, the tip teasing at her cumulus as the phone of moist form rubbing could be heard.

Armin then grabbed her by her waists and lifting her to pose her on the statue as he did with Madelyn and hooked her legs on the statue hands. The set up member of the statue stood perfectly having Daisy 's cunt rest on the beam of light. Taking control of her hips once again, Armin moved her coxa to rub her pussy all over the statue 's erected penis.

She looked really surprised when he put her in the same position that Madelyn had been in for the observance. She had thought this was only for the watercraft. Though, this made her swell with some variety of pridefulness. He moved her rosehip against he erect bronze cock and she moaned lowly and relaxed her dead body. `` I thought you had tired of me, '' she breathed out quietly.

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

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

Daisy heard the spokesperson as her hips were being moved back and forth. Her breathing was heavy 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 Hermann, not her mystery man. She nodded at his run-in when he said that she could be the one to really matter and severalise her to enjoy the statue. Lifting her pelvic girdle, she sank down on the bronze dick and moaned out deeply and loudly. It felt better than any toy she 'd ever used. And she 'd used a lot.

exterior Mister O continued to abide by the church, there were runes outside and their lambency was waning. When he looked up, he saw the Sun Myung Moon was setting, but there was no sun rising. An endless Nox ? It was unknown, and then he began to see flashes. He saw Madelyn 's face in slow motion through the center of the satyr that fucked her womb. Mister O dropped to his human knee and rubbed his eye and then saw through the eyes of the satyr who 's knotted cock was stuck inside her tush.

He could feel all the details, her soft cheek squeezing his beaded shaft, that slick and musky feeling inside her asshole. When he blinked and opened his middle, Mr O saw the whole church, and then looked down and saw Daisy below him. Instead, he was looking through the centre of the statue. Mr O became flustered at the post and judder his school principal. When the visual sense faded, he looked to the battleground and saw a woman in a lily-white dress at a distance staring at him.

Mister O approached the miss slowly, the pain he felt from the observance subsided the closer he was to her. He still had his knife and kept it ready. He was n't sure what to earn of everything, or even this woman. The Thomas Young mysterious woman took a few tone toward him. She had naked feet and wore nothing but the pristine white dress that was almost like a fancy gown. She had deathly pale skin, dark tomentum, especially in comparison to her hide, and pale, ghostly low-spirited eyes.

'' how-do-you-do, Johnny Reb, '' she said, her voice easygoing and raspy, sort of like the sexy but cute voice of Madelyn, but more mature. She looked down at the knife in his paw and showed no expression, only blinked and looked at him. `` Are you going to stab me, Rebel ? '' she asked in a questioning tone, her cold, gentle helping hand moving down to hire the helping hand he held the knife in bringing it up to hold against her pharynx.

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady before Mister O gave a knowing smile when he said that if she 'd give him a reasonableness, he just might slice her throat, `` Oh, sweetie, it 's so precious when you play yob guy. You could cut me into a million trivial piece right now and I 'd be right back in your head. I 'd be right back here, '' she said in an almost amused voice.

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

The woman looked distantly familiar. Like a kinsperson member you see in photographs. Or a unknown you admire from across a classroom. Or a miss who appeared in your dreaming but you could never remember when you woke up.

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

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

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

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

Then, as if she did n't have to obey the laws of physics, her whole consistency slid around to resist behind his. Only her feet moved in slow footprint. Her nerveless breasts were pressed up against his vertebral column and the material of the garb ruffled in the uneven wind of wherever they were. Her hands slowly came up to cover his middle.

As she did, flashes appeared in his idea. Flashes of him and a young cute little girl with pink hair spending time together. The night she was taken from him. Things he 's done in his life that he may not be gallant of. prototype of Daisy riding the statue 's cock or being filled by Armin. Visions of a happier time for Madelyn, sitting in her way and reading a book, then visions of her being gang banged by the satyr in the most intense detail.

Then, he saw the pink haired girl again. She was a bit older than the last time he saw her but not practically. At first of all it looked like she was sleeping but as more of her was revealed, she was laying on her tummy with her hips raised, wearing nothing but gem-encrusted dog collar, wrist and ankle turnup that were n't attached to anything and a set of incredibly sybaritic jewelry.

She was laying on a sea of ovalbumin and black flat solid and blankets. She was moaning now and behind her a man shrouded in shadows, slowly sinking a dick that was much too large for a human miss to comfortably take. But they were n't on solid ground, and he 'd have it away that. They were in their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadow could do whatever he wanted.

Once this was over, her hands fell from his case and she backed away. When she showed him the visions, it caused him to oppose violently. The pink haired miss was an old memory, a stamp down memory. trade good retentiveness were n't always worth remembering if it also meant keeping the bad ones as well. Seeing her defiled when she was taken from him was the night Mister O lost religious belief in world. Or hope. Or even buyback.

The visual modality of Daisy and Madelyn upset him, but nowhere near as very much as it did with the pink haired lady friend. But seeing her as she was with her articulatio coxae raised and the sinister person about to subscribe to her from behind was a whole different narrative. She was small, thin, a delicate flower. But as the demon revealed one of his many forms, with his unworthy penis.

It was more hideous than any of the lecher, in many mode the dig resembled a muscular forearm with a serial publication of tentacles that curled into a hulking fist for the school principal attached with radiocarpal joint like joint. But, what bothered him more than seeing that abomination for a stopcock invade her, was the welcoming look on her side.

The look on her fount was not a check face or one that she put on for appearance. It was a look of happiness. Real happiness. The flavor a buff might ease up going to bed with their partner. And then when he defiled her, it was a feel of pure bliss. She was adorned like a king, only with the unchained shackles of a recently freed slave. And she looked the division of the queen receiving her coronation.

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

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

Mister O maintained his conflict posture while face to nerve with the orphic noblewoman. As she explained that his nightmares was because of her, that she would n't take into account him to forget. A few teardrop streaked down his aspect, though he did not weep. Instead he looked as though he were on the verge of sodding rage.

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

As he would watch her, her whole anatomy would appear to melt away into the dark, before reappearing directly against his body. Her coldness fingertips brought his Kuki down toward hers. She leaned in and her sang-froid, soft mouth barely brushed against his as she whispered, `` Do you still remember how to wish for people ? '' With that, she looked into his eyes and then was gone.

'' And who are you to determine this ? ! '' Mr. O demanded, `` The fuck you suppose to be ? ! My conscience ? ! I did n't extradite Daisy here ! Not Madelyn ! ! ``

His hired hand shook as though he fought hard to maintain himself, his rage could irrupt at any moment wanting to immerse his sword into the girl. Then she asked if he remembered how to wish for people. He bellowed a warcry roar.

'' Do I remember how to care for hoi polloi ? '' he responded in a pure tone as though he felt diss. `` No ! I stopped caring a longsighted clock time ago ! The ability to care was taken from me ! '' Then the flash of Sadie 's face continued to replay in his intellect.

'' It was stolen from me ! '' he continued to yell while More flashes of her face continued, `` My compassion for others was defiled and desecrated ! ! '' Then he imagined her in full motility. There was no audio, just her face in straw man with monster mounting her, pounding away at her, allowing her master to enjoy her.

Mister O dropped on his genu, his cheek against the soil. He could n't stop seeing what he saw. It was triggering him more and more. The rottenness was settling in. He looked up, the soil that smudged on his brass resembling that of a skull.

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

Once she had asked him if he still knew how to wish, the girl was gone from his vision. She was n't gone from his creative thinker, she 'd never be able-bodied to do that. Well, she could, but she would n't. She watched him from afar, like an omniscient narrator. She listened to his rants and Red Army Faction and was surprised when he let the images into his psyche. Usually, she was the one putting them there, but those were his creation.

'' Go, '' she whispered in his judgment as he got up and declared his intention to record her his ire. `` Give in. ``

Chapter 11 - Rage ! Rage ! Rage !

The moon began to set, the incandescence of the summoning runes diminished without the moon 's light. But the Night was endless in this new unusual post. The stars twinkled and illuminated the field. Inside the church, the celebration began to slow down. Many of the letch exhausted for their dark of fucking. Even as Armin saw the control surface of the statue cease to crack after the moonlight had faded, he knew it was sentence to settle for the night until the next moon rose.

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

Daisy nodded some at the echoing words in her pass and slowed her riding of the bronze peter and let Armin wind her off the statue. She followed him and nodded when he spoke. `` Yes, sir, '' she agreed and went with him to get Madi, then laid down with them and let her legs spread for his nates to slide into her used cunt.

When Armin had helped her down from the statue, many of the satyrs were settling for the Nox, each grabbing a striver if they could. As they lay, it seemed they used the slaves as `` peter heater '' keeping their rock oil phallus inserted while they slept. It seemed almost as though it was expected that Madelyn would service as Armin 's cock warmer as the former satyrs dared not use her for that task, at least not the first Nox of her new view.

The satyrs had began to run down. 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 to the lowest degree she did n't think it would be. There were a few of them already asleep with mates around her.

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

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

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

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

Though it was n't necessarily sex, but even as he slept with with his foul appendages inside the miss, his cock still twitched to the feel of being inner Madelyn with his shadower squirming inside Daisy.

Madelyn had almost been asleep when Armin came over to her, so as soon as he pushed his cock into her compactness, she moaned and began to produce cunning petty auditory sensation as she slowly fell asleep. Daisy, on the other hand, made one glad speech sound as the tail slid in and then as she laid there against Madelyn, she made no sounds other than those of heavy external respiration. The lust had released her and her mind was going a hundred miles an time of day.

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

What may seem like a cool off end to a night of festivity really was more like the calm before the violent storm. Mister O could n't stop thinking about it. He also could n't differentiate that it was his own head feeding into him with his simulacrum. Then his mind shifted to older memories. As he approached the Christian church with a hurriedness in his walk, he saw his old fellow. His old military machine associate that had perished before his center days before his association with the CIA.

When each typeface of his former teammates flashed in his psyche, a sudden fusillade of rage filled his person. He arrived just where he had escaped earlier to find one of the satyrs walking around. Mr O had followed him as he looked to serve himself wine. As the satyr took a drink and turned around, he found Mr. O with a skull pattern on his face from the soil on the ground.

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

The satyr slumped to the basis with his eyes wide open in shock. As he lost his footing, Mister O wanted his last mountain to be the fount of the man who defeated him. The satyr 's eyes filled with sadness knowing his God was coming, but man had denied him that resplendence.

'' Rest in piss, bastard, '' whispered Mr O to the defeated satyr.

Daisy was out of it but still awake and somewhat cognizant. She was the first to see Mr O as he came into the far entering of the large way. Her eyes widened and her sassing was open. She did n't know what he was going to do but even from this distance, she could feel his rage. Something was untimely.

As Mister O came into the main orbit where the all the satyrs and the slave girls were, and there he saw the mysterious ghostly woman standing by the altar close to Arminius and company. She looked down at the erect bronze phallus with a incredulous tone and shook her chief before leaning against it and watching the events that would get along.

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 stomp on the satyr 's drumhead causing a fracture phone. The corruption filling Mr O 's mortal was causing his cult a bit of increased strength. The satyr screamed in pain and awoke.

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

When he made his motion and stomped on the forest god 's psyche and yelled out to the group. Daisy was just staring. She did n't know what else to do. She did n't know what was going to chance yet. Had he snapped ? Did he think he could take on all these creatures ? Could he ? Her mind was filled with questions and business organization. Madelyn did n't wake up from the dissonance. She really was incredibly worn out.

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

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

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

The world-class satyr lunged towards Mr. O, yet his rage caused him to respond with a forward thrusting bitch to the chest knocking him back. Mister O wasted no time in attacking the others in sight. It was clear not all the lecher were fighters, even with extra strength and ability, virtually could n't match with Mister O 's ferocity and experience.

The maidens screamed in repugnance as they witnessed the satyr defeated to his skill. Though they may birth been captives in the beginning, many of the maidens had learn to love these beastly animal that were once men. They with whom they offered their bodies to yield offspring now watched this maniac beat them down one by one.

There were some that could campaign, and those proved dangerous to Mister O, and they were the satyrs that gave the maiden hope. Though Mister O was surrounded, he was in a wide-cut berserk rage. When his backrest was turned, those that were fighters among the satyrs used the chance to slash at Mr O with their nails. Each slash had caused him to go down forward off residual only to get back up and hold open attacking.

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

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

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

Daisy was a little more vigilant. She sat up straight and made sure that Madelyn stayed behind her, which she did. The three of them sat there and witnessed Mister O 's fight with the lecher as both female child were staring wide eyed. Armin 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 afford her permit. Then, she turned her aid back to Daisy and shook it. `` No, no, I need to go with him, '' she said. `` I need to be up with them. ''

Daisy did n't respond to this well. She reached up and slapped Madelyn. `` You 're not a queen. You 're a nineteen year old girl. Come on, let 's go, '' she said and stood up, tugging Madelyn with her, who was in stupor and did n't protest.

He was surrounded with his back to the recess. He did n't let that stop his ferocity. `` I can run to Two moonshine, like this ! All the way to Two moonlight, like this ! '' he chanted with a ill-humoured timbre as if he were singing boot coterie meter.

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

His chances of survival of the fittest was minimal, but he did n't handle. This was n't a delivery mission. Not necessarily a suicide deputation either, instead he just wanted to press. War was his determination, his dependence. War was his validation, the reason for his beingness.

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 let down. She just watched with her ghostly blue eye. She looked down to see the blonde resisting Hermann and sighed. She took a footfall down off the political program and casually walked up to Daisy. Reaching her script out, she touched Daisy 's forehead with one digit and a glaring flannel Christ Within shone through the building and the two female child were gone. She did n't seem to care about the former female person.

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

Mister O lashed forward screaming with all the rage in his blackening mortal when the light illuminated. The satyrs had been blinded by the luminosity, perhaps Mister O 's saving state of grace as well. When the mysterious woman had gave him guidance he took a deep breath and made his way out.

The moon had set in this constant night. The Ithiel Town and mount had vanished, there was no sign of the helicopter crash sight therefore there were no ten-strike team coming. Mister O looked around, one eye shut from his stock pouring down from a cut above the eye. As he looked, his consistency began to limp. His back was covered with stinger. Even his shoulder bled out, nearly of his clothing was soaked in his own blood.

With his rage waning down, all audio frequency seemed to shut off for him except for the sound of his oceanic abyss intimation. Then he saw her blonde hair, her promising blond tomentum as if it glowed in the night. Mister O reached out to her trying to approach, but his vision was fading. He was losing too much ancestry 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 `` souvenir MORI. '' As his vision was turning black, Mister O saw his tattoo and said in a convention speaking voice, `` Memento Mori ... is now the time ? '' And then he fell to his knees.

The dark haired cleaning 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 question and sighed. She did n't know if he was going to make it. Perhaps this would be the end after all. Before, she had thought it was only the beginning. She stopped watching to let events blossom out as they would. The girl would sustain to envision it out for herself and be submitted to whatever punishment the lecher would shell out.

Daisy did n't be intimate what happened. She felt a cold lavation over her and then her senses were gone. The two girls appeared in a darkness, hollow clearing and Daisy would be unconscious, like she was during the helicopter crash.

Madelyn would take some metre to take in up to what was happening. When the flash of Light happened, she screamed and felt her body shifting in odd way of life. She wanted to chuck when she and Daisy were stable again, in the emptiness. `` Hey ! Wake up ! '' Madi cried loudly and shook Daisy 's shoulders.

Luckily, it did n't take farsighted to wake her and she slowly sat up and held her hand. Farther from the lech, she could opine straight. `` Where 's Mr. O ? What happened ? ``

Madelyn blinked and shook her drumhead. `` 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 events. She walked back toward the seat they came from but could barely see it.

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

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

She could barely take a breath from how hard she was crying by this point. A luminosity consumed her, like the one from before, but this time it stared diffused and pocket-sized and flared up into the same bright heartbeat. When the light cleared, they were back by the crashed helicopter. The light was dim. It was very early in the morning and rain was falling in a dingy drizzle.

Chapter 12 - Lux Omnia Vincit

'' O ! '' yelled a familiar voice, `` Where the screwing you come from ? Scheol, where the fuck you been ? '' said Doc Holiday. He had been bandaged up and looked as though he had been roughed up from the whirlybird smash. `` You look like hoot, do n't move, '' said Doc as he began treating Mr. O not really paying aid to the girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Good ! '' Doc Holiday responded as he took one of her arms and tied a synthetic rubber strap around her bicep to cause the vein to bear witness as well as with Mister O. Then with his med pack removed a an alcoholic drink pad and cleaned her arm a bit. He then attached attached acerate leaf to each end of a plastic subway system which he stuck into her vein. stock began to flow through the tube towards the other end in which he stuck it in Mister O 's arm. `` Hang in there, you stubborn son of a gripe, '' Doc said to Mister O while patting him on the backbone.

When Doc said that her rip would make, Daisy simply held out her arm and stared as he tied her off and attached the needle. This was nothing new to her. She 'd done this century of fourth dimension, 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 heart were red and puffy.

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

When beau put the coat around the miss, Madelyn looked up at him. `` Thank you, '' she said quietly, trying her undecomposed to hold him a smile. Daisy looked up at him for a moment and then back to her arm and Mr O.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Alright, the Calvary is here, '' J-Rod commented while looking through his opera glasses.

Daisy was starting to square off down a bit. She was still emotional, hard put and sad, but she was n't as broken. Well, she 'd always be a little break-dance, but she was getting to the tip where she could serve a bit better.

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

boyfriend started to seem a bit occupy, `` Well, them calvary folk better look sharp up and not deal with the political sympathies, the sun gon na rise in about an hour and I ai n't in a rush for tan. ''

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

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

The first-class honours degree helicopter had landed, it was a unlike model from the one the Strike squad rode in. As the side doors opened, men and women in light tan fatigues poured out. They all each also had on light blue berets and blue neckerchiefs under their shirts and white gloves. They were armed with assault rifles, but different. Their equipment looked standardized to those used by European military.

Then the leader of this team 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 type gladius style brand. He had light brown skin, Black wavy fuzz with a bit a bit of grey. As he approached and saw the cleaning woman as they were, he turned to the troops and rundle in Italian to them. A few of them rushed back to the eggbeater and brought back blankets, one each for Daisy and Madelyn.

The girls watched as all the chopper began to down. Neither of them had seen anything quite like that in their lives. Though, with what they 'd seen over the concluding hours, it was n't all that impressive.

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

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

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

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

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

Daisy had smiled at Beau for the first time and nodded, pulling the whole of the coat around her as he left and looking between George and Mister O. Then Daisy asked if fop 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 path, boo, '' he agreed, then his care turned towards Madelyn, `` seed along, cher. Do n't yah worry ‘ bout a thing, yah with the good guys now. ''

Madelyn was skeptical at start. She 'd been through so much since she was taken from her home. The finish minute had been spent in a kind of lustful trance that was in danger of completely taking her over. She thought that it had. But now she realized that she was okay, like Daisy had soon after it all.

Madelyn did n't hump this man but these masses seemed to be here to help and Daisy had specifically asked him to follow her. The blue-haired fille nodded and stood up shakily and had to defend on to swain. Her consistence was exhausted and she was surprised she was awake. She held onto his arm as they walked.

He was differently dressed differently from the others. He mainly wore expensive clothing with various blades sheathed on his smash, but as he led Madelyn towards the chopper most 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 naturalness and blithesome nature.

'' well, darlin', that I did. There was a certain fiend on the side of the eggbeater and so a hero was needed. And would n't yah eff, I gladly accepted that purity and pulled the monster away, '' said Beau. Then he smiled, `` But, yah gon na have to forgive me, doll. I seemed to have lost my manners. The name is William Beaumont LaCroix, but ya can just call me Beau. Before I tell yah anything else, I need to screw. Yah Sir Thomas More of Team Edward IV or squad Jacob ? ''

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

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

Giorgio began to explained with a come to tone, `` The satyros at the brothel, the markings on his torso were hellish. Old friend, be deliberate, the satyros are only pawns, and they 've been watching you. '' Giorgio looked a bit concerned, `` Old Friend, this solid mess was a setup from the beginning. There was a quite a little made with the satyros and someone else, they call him Dreq. Just like Djall who was known to the ancient Greeks as Dionysus, Dreq was known to the Ancient Greeks as Draco which means ophidian. ''

'' Typical, of form there 's always another asshole up the solid food chain of mountains, '' Mr. O responded.

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

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

'' That is lawful, old friend, '' Giorgio responded, `` But that last section 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 hush, like she usually tried to do. This information was starting to make Sir Thomas More sensory faculty the to a greater extent the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Then, she got really scared. He said that she was seen as a threat and someone was trying to take maintenance of her. Her hide paled and she stared at the man with wide-cut heart. `` W-what ? Me ? What did I do ? ``

CIA agentive role had arrived with a stretcher and More health check equipment. They began replacing the blood transfusion tube with a origin pack. It was the others, and distaff medic began taking Daisy 's vitals.

Then while Mister O was lifted on the stretcher while Giorgio continued. `` That we do not make out, '' Giorgio responded, `` The terminal unveiling in the computer logarithm at the brothel was that Mister O delivered you as planned. '' Then he looked back at Mister O, '' That freak, the pander that you beat up, old acquaintance. It was no co-occurrence that he was at the same place you met, '' Giorgio said then paused.

Giorgio 's attention went back to Daisy, `` signora, I am meritless, but I do not know your name. But the excogitation was suppose to be that you deliver her to the bawdyhouse. The Satyros would substantiate something about her, and then you both were to be taken to this berth. But, it appears the satyros'appetite for sex was too secure and lost control of himself which changed everything. Either way, old friend. Signora, we do not bang where this all star, but Rome will provide resources to inquire. ''

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

He then looked up towards the church, `` I know your multitude have used ... bombs. But, it needs to be consecrated. I do n't understand why so many crave immortality, believe me when I say it is to a greater extent of a hex than approving, old friend. '' It was then Giorgio returned to his team while more CIA agents arrived to escort 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. reliance me, we 've all done things we 're not proud of. Sometimes it 's what we did n't do that we 're ashamed of. Either way, it happened. There 's no changing that. We 're all going to have to live with our sins, but do n't let it make out you up. You 're a paladin, you 're stronger than that.

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

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

As the radical started to separate, she nodded at Mister O. The needle was removed from her arm and she was beaming to not bear 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 listen 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 swain and listened to his floor with intent. She was well-chosen for this. It was keeping her judgment off the night 's event and from wondering what was going to befall next. She smiled a little when he introduced himself. `` I 'm Madelyn. People call up me Madi sometimes as a moniker, '' 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 slight giggle. `` But, I like both team I think. Just not the characters on them, '' she explained.

'' Well, mon cherie, my kin would be that of Team Edward, but I must say I rooting for Francois Jacob to win the wench, '' gallant explained in the helicopter as he saw Mister O led into the other whirlybird with Doc holiday and the other members of the Strike Team.

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

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

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

Epilogue

Over the side by side few calendar week, the missy went down their own paths. Daisy had a few days of bawling off and on and feeling like she was a piece of scraps that should be thrown out. Finally, she gained her composure back and tried to check to live with all the matter she 'd done. Then her focus shifted to wondering what was so special about her. The people who done the tests on her had n't told her and she did n't know what to do about it. For now, she was mostly back to herself and waiting on Mister O to meet her so they could move on to finding out what she was. She had been assured that there would be some clip for her to unlax and recover, though, as Mister O apparently had early line to attend to and needed his own prison term to heal.

Madelyn had held up surprisingly well. She asked a lot of doubt and ask about Daisy and Mister O and clotheshorse a lot. There had been one Night where she and Daisy talked where she finally broke down and let her feeling show about how confused and scared and ashamed she was, but she was fairly okay after that. The the great unwashed who had rescued them assured her that they would prevent her safe, since she obviously just could n't go back to her home and normal life.

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

'' Mr. O, we have the most recent blood works back. So far the ancestry looks normal for both girls. Neither is pregnant, but there 's something odd, '' the Doctor reported.

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

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

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

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

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

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

However in Seattle, an art introduction was taking billet. prestigious node from around the Carry Nation gathered and marveled a the different pieces of art. An aristocratic woman is mesmerized by a particular spell.

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

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

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

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

He then looked at his graphics and noticed a faint glow in the corner of the canvass. `` Yes, I am. But, please. call in me Armin, '' he replied .