DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 30: Interrogating The Plant Saurius

Chapter 80: Interrogating The Plant Saurius

The next day, Protea was alone in one of the interrogation room of this police station for the longest time. This felt like an eternity to her. The interrogation room was pitch-dark. The only thing she could see her own body, her hands, her arms, her  big tits as they were resting on top of the table, which she could see as well. Protea no longer looked as seducing as she used to. In here, in this environment, as a prisoner, she looked sluttier than powerfully seductive as it was the case prior to her capture. Protea was forced to be wearing a slave-jail uniform. Something that all the women prisoners here were forced to wear without any exception. The slave-jail uniform consisted of a heavy metallic bra with holes in it for her nipples to come out to the surface and to be left exposed and fully revealed. Not only that, the tip of her nipples were chained up. Two chains, which linked her nipples to the table itself to make sure she wouldn’t go away. The same chains continued and were also connected to handcuffs around her wrists. She was chained up and handcuffed. There was no way she could move with ease. There was no way she could get up and move around in the interrogation room, let alone attempting to escape. The rest of the slave-jail uniform also consisted of a metallic thong, which went over her slutty pussy and her big, plant Saurius ass. Finally, she had chains around her thick thighs and high-heeled boots, which joined the chains around her legs up to her ankles. She was not only a prisoner, she was also a slave up until the investigation was going to be over and that she could be trial. Oh, but what was going to be her fate? What was going to be her ultimate sentence? Was she going to have a slap on the wrist, and she would then be sent back home? (Which was highly unlikely) Or was she going to be sentenced to refund the government a lot of pregnancies? Or even something even more extreme with her getting send to the prisoner tower? As it was recently the case with Cynthia.

The blue-haired detective was successfully able to used her wits and her charms to rise up among the floors of the towers and to make her way out of there, legally, after a confrontation with The Count, but that didn’t mean that Protea was going to be able to do the same as her. If Protea was sent to the tower, chances were that she would be stuck there forever. Especially considering all the horrible crimes she had committed under the name of vigilante justice. Something that wasn’t permitted at all in Ecstasy-City. Protea waited and waited in the interrogation room. She couldn’t wait for the cops to return and to put an end to this. She simply wanted to get back to her cell. That was it. She was so exhausted. It had been a long past few days for her. Beginning with her recent defeat and her capture. And now with her, in this shithole. Irritated and tired of waiting here, Protea occasionally pulled on the chains connecting her nipples and her hands to the table in desperate hope to free herself, even though it was impossible. Every time she pulled on those two chains, it caused her big plant tits to jiggle up and down. They beautifully jiggled.

“Hello? Is there anybody here? I’m tired of this!” She screamed. Despite her expressing her impatience, it was still asked of her to wait. Time and time again. Roughly a minute later, the door in the room was opened. Protea jumped at first when she heard the door getting opened. She turned her head around, and it was at that moment that she saw Cynthia entering the room and closing the door behind her. Their gaze met. Cynthia had a serious expression on her face. Meanwhile, Protea frowned and gritted her teeth.

“You? Here? What the hell are you doing here? You are not a cop. You are a Goddamn wannabe, shitty detective,” she told her.

“Oh, I’m hurt,” Cynthia shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t care. She quickly sat down on the chair in front of Protea.

“What are you doing here? You are no cop,” she repeated.

“I know, I know. Still, since I was the one who caught you, I’ve made a little arrangement to be able to come to talk to you here and participate in some kind of interrogation with you,” Cynthia wasted no time to explain to her what was truly going on here. Cynthia was back in her detective’s outfit with her tank top, her trench coat, her ultra-mini skirt and her heels. Everywhere was there. Everywhere except for her fedora hat. That was, unfortunately, still missing. She lost it when she was still falling down before she was saved at the last second by Protea herself. The hat wasn’t saved.

“Why did you want to see me in the first place, Cynthia?”

“Just wanted to see you before you get your sentence. And no, I have no idea what is going to happen to you. I honestly don’t. You were a tough case to solve. Now that everything is over, I just want to know the truth about why did you murder all these people?”

“I guess I can tell you everything now… It doesn’t matter anymore… Now, does it? Huh? I am not a killer. I can promise you that. Richard’s nephew and the others deserved what happened to them. He and his friends came to me and family sometime ago, outside of Ecstasy-City. They hunted my clan. They fucked my clan. Bred with them. But here’s the thing: I wasn’t there when this happened. I missed out on it. I was too late. I was away. Doing something else. I deserved to be bred too. But they left before I came back. I missed out on it. I missed out on everything. So, I did what I did. It’s in my genes, you know? I am a carnivorous plant. Sometimes I get too excited and… You know? Shit happens…” She explained.

“This is so fucked up…” Cynthia slowly replied to her.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“But I am still sorry for you. I would be pissed if all my sisters had been banged and bred, but not me. If I had any sisters, I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, I don’t think you should rot in prison forever. I’m sure you could some good after you are reformed and that you get out. When you do…” Cynthia leaned forward and kissed Protea on the lips. She even inserted her tongue inside her mouth. Then, it was over as soon as it started. Too soon. “... Come and find me…” Cynthia finished her sentence, stood up, sensually walked out of the interrogation room.

In the corridor, Cynthia passed between two cops.

“She’s all yours, boys.”