DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 4 - Chapter 28: Introduction To The Operation

Vol. 4 - Chapter 28: Introduction To The Operation

In a different room, Trix escorted everyone to where things were actually happening. The room she took them in was the dressing room. A large rectangular room deep within the basement of the warehouse. The place wasn’t exactly clean. It was quite dirty. Dusty.

Both looking and feeling quite ancient. The Tyrannosaurus Rex woman was the one who was head of the group, and she only stopped once she was at the center of the large room. Her enormous and beautifully soft ass swayed from right to left the entire way… Which was a long, long way considering the fact that they had to go through a bunch of corridors as well as one elevator to get downstairs where they were. All around them, this room was filled with a series of strange uniforms. Skin-tight bodysuits of a bunch of different colors. Most of the suits were stored away in plastic bags, but a couple of them could be observed on display there and there. There was a feeling of museum in the air. Almost as if each of these suits were once owned and wore a lot by someone. Who? No one in the group had any idea, except for Trix. Perhaps Quentin and the young boy also knew about it, but that wasn’t exactly too certain. There was indeed a lot of mysterious still up in the air about this place, and this triggered Cynthia’s sensitive spot for mysteries… That was right… She felt aroused because of all of these mysteries surrounding her right now.

“Where are we?” Nene asked as she looked around.

“You’re still holding my hand?” The boy asked Nene.

“Don’t worry. I’m with you, sweetheart,” she told him.

“Everything makes sense, now…” Cynthia already had all figured out… She finally looked down after nodding for a while.

“What do you mean, Cyn?” Quentin turned to her.

“I already know where this is going…” She replied to him.

“Care to communicate this to us, then?” Trix asked her.

“You don’t need ‘good girls’ to help you to save humans. You want soldiers. You want fuck-meat. Sex-dolls. These uniforms all around us are proves of it. You want us to replace some old slaves you used to have, right?” Cynthia went pretty cut-throat with Trix.

“...” Trix had absolutely no idea what to say, at first.

“That’s it! You’re always a huge pain in the ass, Cynthia! Why can’t you wait a second before jumping to any conclusions?” Quentin was so mad at her. First and foremost: He always wished to make her his woman, but unfortunately for him, the blue-haired detective went into a completely other direction and opted to have sex with a bunch of people instead of focusing on a one-one-one relationship. This angered him for a long, long time… However, now, that he needed his help, she turned all suspicious on him. Which was actually to be expected from a private detective, and Quentin was taking a huge issue with that. A massive issue, actually…

“Calm down, Quentin. She’s right,” Trix stopped him.

“What?” Quentin couldn’t believe his ears.

“How? You admit that Cyn is right?” Nene asked.

“You're right, Cynthia. We need whores who are willing to participate in our operation. We want to save human lives. And we can’t make it happen without a team of dedicated sluts. This is going to be an undercover mission. You are going to pass yourselves for whores. Typical whores,” Trix soon corrected herself. “You’re the only ones who can do this. I searched for a long time and I wouldn’t want to give this mission to no one else, Cynthia. You’re the only who can make this work and become the leader of a group of undercover agents. I need you, detective,” Trix nearly begged her to join them at this point. Quentin still couldn’t believe that she kept saying no over over again. He was fully prepared to hear her say no once more. The look and the expression on Cynthia’s face already communicated a lot. She was stern. No smile. A bit of a frown. She was strong. She was not bulging. Not one bit. Even though she and the others had all been brought here against her will, she was strong and quite confident.

“What are you going to say, Cyn?” Nene whispered to her.

“...” The blue-haired detective stayed silent for the longest time. Her mouth was shut. Nothing was coming out of it.

“If you do accept to help us, you’d be rewarded and paid me quite nicely,” Trix finally said the right words to someone such as Cynthia. This was exactly what she had been waiting for.

“Could you imagine, Cyn? You would no longer have to go back to the club and work there if you don’t want to…” Quentin stepped a bit closer to her. Explaining to her what was on the line.

“Is that so…?” Cynthia finally opened her mouth.

“I promise you, detective,” Trix nodded and smiled to her

“In that case… You had to tell me sooner!” All of a sudden, everything changed! Everything was turned around! She smiled! She became alive! She swiftly became much more excited about being here and about being involved in this specific and unusual situation.

“So, does that mean you actually accept?” Quentin asked her.

“I do…”

“Yeah! It’s going to be so much fun!” Nene squealed.

“I’m happy to hear that…” Trix admitted.

She then pulled a remote out of the pocket of her blouse and…

Click!

She clicked on a button.

Two seconds later, three brand-new suits came down from the ceiling.

The one at the center was purple.

The one on the right was red.

And the one was on the left was green.

“Those are your new suits…” Trix explained to them.

“Oh, wow! Which one is mine?” Nene asked. Shouting.

“Cynthia is going to be purple. Red is you, young girl.”

“I get red! Awesome! So, who’s going to be green, then?” Nene was jumping up and down with a thunderous excitement. Her big tits bouncing up and down with her.

“Slice is going to be green,” Trix informed her.

“Slice?”

“Where is she?” Cynthia asked her, frowning.