DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 25: Protea Torturing Cynthia

Volume 3 - Chapter 25: Protea Torturing Cynthia

The more Cynthia had her nipples penetrated like this, the more this wild and dinosaur side of grew and was manifested. Not only in the inside, but also on the outside. Originally, Protea was supposed to be torturing her. Originally, this was supposed to be hurting her. Bothering or annoying her at the very least. But no. That was not what it was doing to her. It brought her a lot of pleasure, actually. Since she often wore the device, this meant that her nipples were that much often plugged into some kind of cups within the DNA Valkyrie. At this point, having something inside of her nipples wasn’t that different for her. And  turns out, she kind of enjoyed some nipple penetration. Cynthia ended up purring. This angered Protea. She didn’t want any of this. All of a sudden, she pulled her index fingers out of the interior of Cynthia’s nipples and quickly ended this mess. If this wasn’t going to work, Protea might have to do something else to torture the hard-boiled one. Protea snapped. She suddenly hit the brick wall to her right. Making a hole in it, she was such as strong Saurius. Her vines knew she was mad as she crawled back to her on the ground, and it looked like they were bowing to her. Her vines were scared of her. Frightened. Something that Cynthia was able to notice as well since all of this was happening right before her eyes. Cynthia smiled. Trapped in this dinosaur / Urzax mode, she knew that she now had to take any opportunity she had to free herself. Her life was on the line. Now, she was thinking about how she could possibly exploit the fright and weakness of her vines, now that she understood that they were scared of her. Protea was losing control.

“Oh… Why stop fucking my nipples? I liked it. A lot…”

“Shut up, detective! If that didn’t work, I’ll have to be reckless with you. You are going to tell me everything!” She shouted.

“It’s funny. Your vines are scared of you. That’s interesting.”

“How is it interesting, exactly? Huh?” Protea questioned her as she stepped closer to Cynthia, opened up the petals surrounding her neck. She attempted to swallow Cynthia’s head with them.

“That’s quite fascinating because you would never be scared of yourself. This means that these sentient vines are not you. They are not connected to you. Not really, anyway. This means that they are working for you. For now. Perhaps it’s not too long for them to turn their back on you, um?” Cynthia carefully explained to Protea.

“Aren’t you clever. But that doesn’t mean anything. This is not going to help you,” Protea replied to her as her petals fully surrounded Cynthia’s head. This meant that the two of them were now directly staring at one another in this dark tunnel created by her petals around her neck. “Next torture idea: One that is going much more efficient. Surrounded by my petals like this, you are going to run out of breath in about a minute. Tell me how you turned into a dinosaur woman, and I am going to allow you to breathe,” she said.

“Wow! The big ultimatum! You should know that you are not the only one that has something around her neck. Now, for me, it’s not petal. For me, it’s something else altogether. Much better.”

“What are you talking about, fool?” Protea cocked her head.

“You’d probably be better off asking me what species of dinosaur I was turned into after my DNA was altered to become an Urzax, a human / dinosaur hybrid? That might help you,” she said.

“Um… As if I cared too much…” She sighed. “... Okay. What species of dinosaur were you linked to after the DNA alteration?”

“A dilophosaurus,” Cynthia ultimately revealed to her.

“A dilophosaurus? What does it change?” She asked her.

“It changes a lot!” Cynthia announced at her. Then, all of a sudden, something did appeared around Cynthia’s neck—frills. Frills were formed around her neck, which fought against the petals that held her head captive. There was a lot of struggling. Her frills were battling her blade-like petals. The next moment, Cynthia opened her mouth and shot something out of her mouth. Cynthia fired sperm, actual sperm, out of her mouth and covered Protea’s face with it. This obviously shocked her. At first, she had absolutely no idea what had just been fired at her. She had no idea what was covering her face. She retracted her petals and ceased holding her head. Protea stepped back from the beast-detective. She attempted to get rid of the load she had, dripping and sliding in the middle of her face, down her chin.

“Ah! What is this? What did you shoot in my face? Wait, I recognize this smell… And… Taste…” Protea said as some sperm dripped inside of her mouth. “... It’s cum! You just fired cum in my face! What is wrong with you?” Protea shouted at the detective.

“That’s something dilophosaurus can do. Typically, using poison that is stored inside of their body, but in my case, I didn’t access the ability to grow and cultivate poison in my body just yet. I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to do anything with poison. The only thing I know is that I was able to collect some delicious sperm recently and to collect and store some of it… Somewhere inside of my body. I knew it would turn out to be useful at some point.”

“You… Slut!” Protea was mad. However, her madness soon came to an end as the sperm covering her face began turning her on. Causing her to blush and to open her mouth. Protea now sported an over-joyed and over-sexualized expression on her pretty face. When she stepped away from Cynthia, following her most recent transformation, she was revealed to have turned into a gorgeous dilophosaurus woman with the spiky frills around her neck, her primal, dino eyes, her sharp fangs, and her dangerous claws. Cynthia also grew quills in the back of her neck, not too far from her frills. This full-on, dinosaur version of Cynthia was decided to free herself. With the new-found strengths she now possessed, she pulled on the chain, which was holding her right arm!

Bing!

She broke the chain.

“It’s about time I go wild…” Cynthia snarled.