DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 16: Returning Nemesis

Volume 3 - Chapter 16: Returning Nemesis

This had been a long day, paying her debts in prison, clearing and climbing those floors became harder and harder as it went on. Completely exhausted, her pussy and her feminine hormones got the better of her. Feeling this saurius guard’s cock pulsating, getting smaller in size for a second or two before expanding to about double its normal size in a loop was mesmerizing for Cynthia to witness. Her womb was blazing with fire at the moment. This fat-looking, but still quite robust and muscular saurius man turned her on like hell. Infiltrating her womb and her pussy with constant buzzing sensations. This surge of perverted emotions only caused her to blush some more. At this point, she truly felt at the mercy of this evil saurius man. She couldn’t see her getting out of this situation victorious anyway. Giving in and listening to his orders wasn’t stupid deep into this muddy mess, it was rather wise.

This dude is a hell of a cheater. But I can’t do anything about it. It has the upper hand. I feel so attracted to him. He is disgusting. He smells. He even looks bad and stuff, but I can’t help it. I want him in my mouth again, Cynthia thought as she momentarily went eyes-crosside as she started at his pulsating, veiny, reptilian cock.

“You are such an asshole. Doing this to me,” Cynthia said to him outloud. On the surface, it came across as if the blue-haired, imprisoned detective was talking about the guard, cheating the tower system and all that jazz. Exactly what the saurius thought she was referring to at first. However, pretty quickly, the guard understood what she truly referred to, which was the fact that the man was turning her on as if there was no tomorrow. The saurius grinned.

“Interesting. I think I know what you really mean.”

“What?” For the first time in the last minute, she ceased staring at his dick to look up at him in the eyes.

“It’s obvious. Based on your tone and all you keep looking at my junk, I think I know what you want.”

“And what is that?” But before she could entirely finish her question, the man shoved his hungry cock deep into her mouth once more.

“It’s obvious that you want my meat in your filthy mouth again!” He yelled as if he was casting a spell or preparing an attack or something. With his dick in her mouth, his glans firmly hitting against the entrance of her throat, the young lady turned all sweatie. She even shed a few years there and there. Not sad tears. But rather tears of happiness. It was a very girl and woman thing to do. A side effect of feeling a male saurius penis a little too close. Saurius male hormones sexually transferred to ladies like this truly messed up with their psyche, messing with the mind in perverted ways. With her hands still cuffed, she couldn’t do anything to get out of this situation, it was a control-dominance fetish that Cynthia now possessed, but had no idea she had developed over the last few months.

This all pretty much started with that soldier working for The Count back at La Jouissance when it had been invaded. That one time she had to make a diversion to save the day. Toying with the idea of being dominating and controlled kind of made her feel like a damsel in distress.

Daddy’s girl.

Something like that.

When Cynthia had this dick fucking her mouth, she kept her eyes wide open the whole time, not wanting to miss anything, she randomly noticed that this man’s penis was covered with round, disgusting warts. It was all over the base of his dick which meant that his head could also very well be contaminated by them. It made her feel a little uneasy.

Could I get this? In my mouth? She thought, fearing the worst. The guard quickly finished up in her mouth, shooting a huge blast right into her throat that the prisoner was forced to swallow. When the saurius pulled out of her mouth, she caught a little. Not much semen came out, just a tiny bit, most of the substance having already been smoothly swallowed. However, the moderate puddle of jizz that came out of her mouth had accidentally been puked all over her hands, all over the heavy cuffs she still had on. It was dripping off her hands and the cuffs, getting a little everywhere on the floor between her legs.

“Are you okay? Dying over there?” He said, making fun of her.

“You had what you wanted now. Can you please change your mind and let me go to the next floor?” She begged for mercy.

“What do you mean? I’m just getting started here.”

“Are you kidding?”

“It feels like the other prisoners you faced earlier had poor stamina. Right? This is just the beginning,” taking a new look at his still erect, still pulsating cock, she changed her mind, he was right, it only looked like the beginning.

“Oh, shit.”

“Just remember. You are my cumdump. Nothing else,” he explained to her before turning her around, getting behind her as she was sitting on her knees. He rammed his cock into her pussy like a boar. There was a hole in her black and white striped prisoner uniform, a direct hole that gave her access to her wet pussy. The man had to shove it into her with strength, it wouldn’t enter her vagina at first. Surprisingly tight.

“Please don’t go too hard on me!”

“Wow. It kind of shows why you’re here,” he said as he hit her womb with his veiny monster of a dick.

“Why do you say that?” She asked between two moanings.

“You are tight as well. You must not be getting as much sex as needed.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fucking all the time. Weekly,” the blue-haired lady felt disrespected in a way.

“Weekly? That’s nowhere enough for a young, healthy woman such as you. It has to be daily,” he set the record straight with her.

“Warden. Warden! What the fuck are you doing? You should have been done with her a long time ago,” in the middle of them having sex like wild rats in heat, a work partner of his came this way in the dark room. It was another guard. Just like him.

“What are you doing here? This is my floor,” the saurius replied. He sadly had to pull out of her pussy for a second or two, taking a break from this while talking to his superior.

“This might be your floor. But I’m still your supervisor. And you can’t keep doing that kind of shit. When a new prisoner comes to your floor, you have to be legitimate with them. You have to give them a fair chance at getting to the next floor. You are not allowed to use handcuffs. It’s against the rules,” his superior was scolding him.

“Those are not my handcuffs sir.”

“Don’t give me that shit. Your reputation in the tower is pretty well known. You don’t care enough about reeducating and taking care of prisoners, you simply want them to go back to square one over and over again so they won’t ever leave the tower. This prisoner has a life to go back to at some point,” during all the scolding, as he mentioned the prisoner again, the warden thought about checking up on her again. He turned around just to discover that Cynthia was gone. She had left during that accidental diversion.

“You fool! She’s gone now. It’s all your fault!”

Running like hell, Cynthia managed to climb up to the fifth floor before getting caught by the two employees of the prison. The floor she thought she wouldn’t have the opportunity to reach after all the troubles she went through. The floor she had to reach in order to gain her freedom back. Surprising her, this floor looked nothing like all the one she conquered. If the last one was a dark dungeon-like nightmare of a maze, this one was a breeze. A walk in the park. Honestly, this one looked like a waiting room.

It was well-lit, there were plants in the corners of the room, almost like a dentist office, but not quite. Cynthia explored all the rooms on this floor she could. For the longest time, she didn’t find anything that would be of any help. No one as well. She kept exploring until she ended up in a different wing with hospital bedrooms for patients. All the doors were wide open. She ran down the corridor, turning her head right and left trying to find someone. Her huge breasts bounced up and down as she ran.

“You? Here?” She suddenly heard a weak voice. There was someone here. She had run a little too fast, she skipped a room with someone in it. She stepped back and searched for the room with the weak sounding person in it.

“Where are you?”

“I’m here,” hearing this person again was more than enough for her to find the source. She finally found the right bedroom. She entered. She saw a wounded saurius man lying down on his back on a hospital bed. To her shock, it was no other than The Count himself. He was mostly covered by a large blanket, we could only see his head.

“You?” She asked.

“I’m just as shocked as you are,” he replied. Cynthia carefully and slowly stepped closer to his bed.

“What the living fuck is happening here? Why are you in prison with me? It makes no sense. This is a place where they send people that don’t want to produce children. What are you doing here?” She questioned the motherfucker, bad cop-style.

“They didn’t tell me much,” his voice was getting weaker and weaker by the second as if he was about to die.

“They? Who? What did they tell you?”

“The Queens told me to stop a bad girl on this floor.”

“What? So, you’re really just a prisoner? Just like me,” instinctively sensing a weird tension slowly being developed in the medical room, Cynthia starting stepping back from The Count.

“No. Not just a normal prisoner like you,” his voice grew louder, stronger, and more menacing during this sentence. The winged pteranodon saurius moved on the bed. He stood up. The blanket swiftly being tossed around. With the blanket off, his body was finally revealed. The Count wasn’t the same he used to. He wasn’t wounded. Not really. He had been changed. He had an operation or two. The saurius was now missing one wing, his left one. White bandages covered the wound left by his wing being taken off.

“What happened to your wing?”

“They used it for something else.”

“Something else?” But then, the blanket fully came off his body this time, revealing his crotch. His penis had changed. It was much bigger than it used to be last time she saw it. About double its original size in a flaccid state. Cynthia tried leaving the room, but couldn’t take her eyes off the surgically modified man. Slowly walking into her direction, happy to be seeing her after all that time, his member stood up just as much as he did a few seconds ago. And as he grew erected, harder, sturdier, pointing into her direction, a bunch of additional skin suddenly opened up all around his dick. It was exactly like he had two difformed wings coming out of the sides of his dick. It’s because it was the case.

“Oh! That’s where your wing went? Right?”

“You won’t ever get out of this tower, Cynthia,” he menacingly threatened her. It wasn’t more than enough for her to turn her heels and to escape the room, but sadly for her, The Count used his last remaining wing to jump off the ground and flew over to her in a flash. When The Count got to her, she was back to him. He quickly spun her around to face her. As he moved his clinically modified pteranodon cock closer to her crotch, the two difformed wings connected to his member swallowed a portion of Cynthia’s body in their grasp, going over the side of her hips and covering her bountiful, constantly jiggling butt. The two wings acted like large, perverted hands as they fell down on her ass, swallowing her buttocks. With this awkward, but skilled and effective technique, he brought her closer to him, and kept her steady in place as well. Preventing any form of escape. Stinging her, the tip of his dino-glans charged at her crotch and smoothly went through the hole in her prisoner’s pants. The Count couldn’t take the credit for this maneuver, his new cock-wings were doing all the work for him. They grabbed her butt and lifted her entire body in the air a bit, just enough so it opened her legs, just wide enough to allow for a decent pussy penetration.

“It’s payback time.”