DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 15: Dungeon Master

Volume 3 - Chapter 15: Dungeon Master

Unbeknown to her as she was struggling for her life, desperately struggling for air to breath, the plesiosaurus introduced his genital into the detective’s vagina. When she was on the brink of fainting underwater and therefore dying, the sea dinosaur revealed a formidable ability that came in very ready.

At the same time as pumping his cock into her, the plesiosaurus was pumping oxygen into her through her pussy. Granting her access to air. How the oxygen produced by his dick coming into her vagina could have gone up, reaching her lungs, was a big mystery. But it saved Cynthia’s life.

What is going on? I thought. I thought I was about to faint or something. I thought I was about to die right here in this fake lake, her own voice echoed in her mind. Not sure if he was asking questions to herself for real or if it was the kind of stuff that could happen when dying, imagining and starting to believe you could now breathe underwater.

Nonetheless, seconds passed. Minutes passed and she still felt alive. The concept of being able to breathe underwater seemed more and more plausible as the time went on.

As her wet clothes were slowly being lifted toward the surface, her large breasts could be seen bouncing in slow-motion. It was beautiful. Gorgeous to witness, but no one could see this except for her and maybe the aquatic beast that was still positioned behind her.

Outside of the water, Cynthia’s heart-shaped areolae looked like two gleaming eyes. Reassuring eyes. The old fisherman was revealed to be standing there on the edge of his little island on this floor. He was no longer sitting, not caring about anything, but his fishing. He smiled as he saw that Cynthia still appeared to be alive with air bubbles still coming out of her nose and mouth. The detective couldn’t clearly see the old man from where she was underwater. Only see a blurry silhouette. That was it. The fisherman kind of looked like a cute and lovely grandpa as he stood on this minuscular surface with both of his hands comfortably sitting in his back, casually bouncing them up and down.

Back underwater, Cynthia gained back some of her basic senses and more or less suspected what was going on here. With stress, nervosity and overall primitive fear of dying being sucked out of her body and mind, she finally felt what the marine dinosaur was doing to her. She felt him penetrating her slutty pussy, unsuspecting that it was a way of keeping her alive at the same time as serving for erotic purposes.

The plesiosaurus’ tail wrapped and attached itself around her delicious-looking, left leg to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally move away from him with the currant of the water. Additionally, his long neck twirled around her hair, signalating to her that she simply couldn’t go anywhere. Not that she wanted to foolishly swim away from the aquatic creature at this point. Not since she theorized that he was the one keeping her alive.

The more the plesiosaurus kept pumping oxygen into her body with every rampaging and devastatingly powerful cock thrust, the more she felt herself changing in some ways. She felt her breasts expanding. Getting larger and larger as more air entered her body. Same for her lips, butt, and belly. Although this strange and progressive sensation she was feeling could have been explained in many ways. Compression of being underwater while running out of oxygen and then being given back colossal amounts of it in separate doses, in this case with those cock thrusts. Just in time before causing any harmful brain damage to her. This could also have been the result of underwater gravity, causing her to think some portions of her body were getting heavier and bigger.

Nothing was certain for sure.

Although, what was pretty certain was the fact that she was being fucked by this two meters long young plesiosaurus. When the aquatic beast was done with her, filling up her pussy with a monstrous amount of semen between two doses of oxygen, Cynthia was finally released from his grasp. Tired, exhausted, and scared, she swam back to the surface as best and as fast as she could under those difficult circumstances. She, of course, left the boat behind and immediately went for a race on the other side of the lake, where she needed to get to in order to reach the fifth floor. The plesiosaurus kept watching her from a distance from the bottom of the lake. When she finally got to that little island at the end of the room, she climbed onto the surface and lifted herself up. When she successfully crawled out of the water, her vagina was dripping with the plesiosaurus’ fresh semen. Overflowing all over the place. Mainly ending back into the lake.

“Don’t worry,” she heard the old fisherman talking. Cynthia was still crawling around, she barely managed to turn her around and to look at the man on the other side of the pool of water. “I won’t tell them that you had been successfully impregnated on this floor by us. You can get to the next stage. Go ahead, sweetheart,” he truly spoke like a charming and decent grandpa. Pretty randomly, the plesiosaurus swam at the surface next to the old man who leaned forward to pet his head.

It was his pet.

She finally got up and left this freaky floor, taking the stairs, getting higher into the prisoner tower. She didn’t know what to say. She was completely speechless. She had been so scared of this underwater creature up until now, but now she was somehow reassured. As if her life had never been in-danger coming into this floor. As if she had always been okay and that this prisoner and his pet simply were lonely after all.

The fourth floor had way less water in it.

Pretty much none as a matter of fact. It was more of what Cynthia would think of as a typical floor in a building. It was a little dark though. There was no normal light here. Her path was illuminated by torches that covered the walls around her.

According to what she was told earlier when she was being prepared to begin her journey into the prison, she only had to complete the fifth floor which meant two more stages and she would be a free woman again.

Come on, come on. We’re almost there. You can do this, Cyn, speaking to herself in her head, trying to motivate herself as best as she possibly could. She was motivated enough to complete the next two floors, but she still felt like things weren’t in her favour as she was still handcuffed. She couldn’t defend herself like this really. It was a challenge for sure. Suddenly, without any form of warning, the torches that illuminated her path all faded away and the flames vanished. Rendering her imprisoned in the darkness.

What is this? Why and how did the torches all die at the same time? She asked herself. Being handcuffed was one thing. But being handcuffed and blinded at the same time? That was a little too much. For the first two minutes, Cynthia remained still, too afraid to walk into a wall or into a trap. Also hoping the torches would come back on somehow. But up until that point, they never did.

So, she stepped forward and started walking again. Slower than before for sure. She walked for not even three minutes before accidentally hitting a wall. She was fine. It didn’t hurt much. She eventually thought of following the wall with the palm of her left hand. It worked better that way.

“Oh. You’re finally here. I was beginning to lose hope in ever facing you,” a tremendously loud and deep, masculine voice was suddenly heard in the corridor where Cynthia was.

“Who is this?” She asked.

“The one in charge of delivering you your punishment.”

“You’ve got to be more specific here. You’re the fourth person that said that to me in the past hours,” she argued.

“The first three were prisoners. Just like you.”

“I know that.”

“But me, I work here. I’m one of the official guards. I’m the last rock blocking your way.”

“Hold on. I thought there were five floors to clear in order for me to pay my debts?” She pointed out.

“Yes. But I’m the one and only big guy in your way.”

“What do you mean exactly by big?” She made a funny face in the darkness, her mind immediately going to the perverted, nasty side of it, wondering if the man behind that voice meant big in a big dick or not.

“You’re about to find out,” the masculine voice said just before the flames of the torches came back, suddenly illuminating the dark, dungeon-looking place again. When the lights came back on, Cynthia was surprised to discover a huge, veiny, and muscular-looking cock pointed in her direction, only a inch or two from the tip of her nose. When she was able to see again, she literally came face-to-face with his thick and heavy-looking glans. With her being motionless at the moment, still stunned by the sudden appearance of this monster of a dick, the man with the deep voice shoved his member all over her nose, filling the gap between it and his junk. Cynthia stepped away from it. Blinked. Then, she looked up.

The person behind that commanding voice was a Saurius man from a carnotaurus breed. He had dark skin. Two small horns on both sides of his head. Razor-sharp teeth. Two short, but impressively muscular arms. They were crossed together. The rest of his body was just as muscular. While the man was a little bit of fatty and more on the heavy side, he was still super shredded. That was a little weird.

Upon looking at him, Cynthia accidentally fell down, causing her to kneel down in front of him at exactly the right height to suck on his Saurius dick. Which she was forced to do as the guard shoved his monster into her mouth with an additional thrust. Cynthia’s eyes opened wide. This was a much bigger cock than any of the other ones she had on lower floors thus far. Still handcuffed, she couldn’t do much. She couldn’t easily remove it from her mouth which was her intention at first as she kind of felt like she had had enough dicks in her mouth today alone for the next weeks or so. But once she had this one in her mouth, this pretty much changed everything for her. This one was different. It had the best and most perfect shape for Cynthia’s mouth. It felt right. Especially when his thick glans went down her throat as she did this blow-job for him. The more she kept sucking his member, the more she loved and craved for it.

“I saw what you did on the third floor by the way,” the Saurius guard revealed. Cynthia’s eyes opened even wider. She was surprised as if she had been getting caught or something. She had no reason to be afraid or to feel guilty about anything, but still, she felt awkward.

“...” She kept quiet. That wasn’t really her choice to make since she kind of had a freakingly thick dick in her mouth right now, but if she could speak, she would have no idea what to say right now.

“Between me and you, I know what happened. You were successfully impregnated on the last floor which means that you normally, you would be done. You would have failed. You failed. And I should immediately send you back to the first floor having you go through them again. But I won’t do that. No, no, no, no. I’ve been patiently waiting for you far too long. I’ve been wanting you ever since you arrived at the towel for your jail time. I specifically asked the administration to be the guard master to have you in my personal custody. So, your failure from the past floor will remain a secret between us. Okay? Even if you tell them, who would believe you anyway? Right? And in the end, it’s better for you that meant, that would mean that you technically climbed up one more floor. One more stage that you should have not cleared,” he dominantly explained to her.

Done with having the prisoner sucked on his gigantic cock, he quickly and aggressively pulled it out of her mouth. Leaving his glans to sit all over her forehead and his balls to roll all over her lips for about half a minute.

“You’ve been plotting this all along?” Cynthia asked him.

“Not all along. Simply when I saw you getting fucked and creamed by the plesiosaurus in the lake. I wasn’t sure if you would make it out alive, but I’m sure glad you did, blue,” her personal guard master kept explaining to her. It truly felt as if he had all the answers for her as he had been secretly monitoring her development and progression since her early beginnings that day.

“So, this is what you do to prisoners you find attractive? Huh? You cheated them and the system so you can do whatever you want with them?” She now clearly understood what kind of man this guard was.

“You reached one more floor that you originally should have to. One little step for you. But nowhere near enough to gain your freedom.”