DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 14: The Treasure Hidden In The Ocean

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Volume 3 - Chapter 14: The Treasure Hidden In The Ocean

“So, is this the only way out of this? You impregnate me and then you can get to the next floor?” Cynthia asked Moantrap as she foolishly tried sliding her wrists out of the handcuffs. But at last, it was set much too tight for her to even rationally believe it could work. She abandoned this idea pretty quickly, but kept awkwardly rubbing her wrists against the cold metal of the cuffs as a way for her to pass time, entertaining her anxiety as this goon was spinning around her. Looking at her in any ways possible. When he stood behind her, he simply went ahead and grabbed her juicy ass. Taking a big portion of the soft skin of her butt and pressed on it with his fingertips. It felt like he was tasting the solidity and elasticity of her skin. Then, he smacked her on the ass, causing her to jump a little.

“This is the one and only goal that the administration of the prison tower instructed us with,” he finally responded to her after doing all some of shit to her bouncing butt.

“Us?” She asked.

“Yeah. All of us. All of the male challengers,” he answered her honestly.

“And speaking of those male challengers such as you, why are you here in the first place? Did you join the prison as an employee to prevent girls and women like me from getting higher into the tower? To prevent prisoners like me to get closer to freedom?” She was desperately seeking the truth here as Moantrap kept touching her body over and over. As he was still standing behind her, he leaned his chest against her back, swallowed her with his arms and grabbed her bountiful, big breasts through her prisoner’s outfit top. Playfully toying with her firm nipples through the fabric of the clothes. It caused her to blush quite a bit. Cynthia actually didn’t receive a whole lot of nipple attention in the last few days and it showed. Whether it was with other people or all by herself, all solo during a session of masturbation, she was very much used to having her nipples played abundantly daily. Nipples as sensitive as hers crucially needed a ton of physical attention. Having Moantrap providing her with this sort of attention was entirely welcomed.

“Who said anything about me being an employee? I’m a prisoner. Just like you. Doing jail time. We all are. All of us, male challengers. Of course, it’s pleasurable jail time. But it is still jail time as far as I’m concerned,” he revealed to her. This made her realize that the other challenger she faced earlier was a prisoner.

I feel so dumb right now. It wasn’t a gladiator for any random reason. Fuck. I should have thought of that. It’s awful. And here I was, strictly thinking about myself once again. Thinking I was the only one trapped in here. Well, those bastards are still trying to impregnate me so I don’t further than that. It doesn’t change that fact at all in the end. I have to keep that in mind. She thought as she watched the prisoner severely pinch her nipples after pulling up her shirt. It made her blush even more than she already was before. Her long nipples, now erect reached really far between the sweaty fingers of the man that she was up against. You could tell Moantrap was feeling insecure and stressed out at the moment. Something was up. Something was definitely wrong.

“Are you alright?” She asked him.

“What-what do you mean?”

“You look nervous as hell.”

“I’m not nervous. What are you talking about?”

“You’re all sweaty, you’re shaking, it feels like you don’t want to look at me in the eyes and your voice is all shaking like a leaf. Without mentioning the fact that you totally got frustrated when I told you that I thought that you were an employee here. What’s up?

“...” He didn’t say anything. Proving that she was right.

“How did you get here?”

“Moantrap is my name. But it isn’t my real name. Obviously. It’s the prisoner name they gave me when I arrived here. Ten years ago. I was sent here for a stupid tax mistake, and since I apparantely suck at impregnating women, I never made it out of here until today. When I left, my son was ten years old. Now, he’s old as I was when I was forced to leave him,” destroyed by what he wanted to share with this absolute stranger, he ceased pinching on her nipples and released pressure. His arms fell off. He gave up. Without anyone retaining her anymore, she slowly turned around, now facing the sad man.

“I’m so sorry to hear this. Thanks for telling me.”

“I failed again. You can go now. Go to the next floor. I won’t do anything to stop you,” he told her.

“Thank you. Before I go, I’d like to give a little something to cheer you up,” moved by his life’s story, she knelt down before him, captured his semi-flaccid dick with her delicate hands and rubbed it. In no time, she was about to make him grow to his bigger, and more erect size only with a quick and smooth hand-job.

Soon after, she pulled his cock into her mouth and sucked on it as a small gift for opening himself to her. It was basically also a gift for putting up the white flag and stopping the fighting.

You could tell that Moantrap didn’t get something sweet, sweet and kind like this in years. The only sex-related things he must have experienced in this prisoner tower were probably rape and molestation. Although, judging from what she had been seeing of Moantrap so far, she could hardly think of him or imagine him as a rapist. At all. Was he willing to have sex with women to get higher and higher in the towel to one day get the hell out of here? For sure. But also if it felt right. That was the kind of stuff Cynthia was thinking about when she had his dick filling up her mouth. Somehow, it turned her even more on to know that this man was a kind one with a tragic and sad history.

It fuelled her to perform the best blow-job she could possibly pull off. Of course, Moantrap totally looked like he was enjoying himself. He looked like he was in Heaven.

Perfectly fitting with his name, he moaned profoundly loud when the imprisoned detective made him come. In a frenzy of intense orgasm, his dick got completely out of control, accidentally slipped out of her mouth, causing him to jizz all over her beautiful face. Covering all of it from her hair to her chin. When he finished shooting his spunk all over her, he opened his eyes again, seeing and realizing how much of a mess he had accidentally made.

“I. Am. So. Sorry. I didn’t notice I got it all over your face like that,” he apologized right away.

“That’s okay. It’s fine,” she smiled, forcing herself to as she felt the cum sliding down in her hair. Having a thick land on your face was no problem. But in your hair? It was a mess to deal with it later on.

“Good. Thanks for forgiving me. Since you’re very forgiving right now, I guess that would be a good time to tell you that I may not have the key for the handcuffs you’re wearing.”

Complete silence.

Cynthia had no idea what to say. She stopped smiling.

“You don’t?” She asked, wondering how can this even be a thing.

Third floor.

Leaving the gladiator arena and the maze from the last two floors behind, Cynthia arrived at the third floor where she was surprised to discover that this stage was water-themed. She was even more shocked to see that about ninety-percent of this floor was made out of a giant-sized pool. However, that pool didn’t look like a pool. It looked like a lake. A natural, organic, real-life lake. Something you would see outside in nature.

On the little island she stood on, there was a fisher sitting next to here on a bench.

“Who are you?” She asked him.

“This floor’s prisoner, ma’am.”

“Okay. Do you have anything planned for me or something?”

“No. Not that I can think of,” willing to ignore this old man fisher at this point, Cynthia’s attention turned to a small boat anchored next to the island. In a matter of seconds, she, of course, understood that this was her ticket to get on the other side of the lake where the stairs for the fourth floor were.

“Is that your boat?”

“Yes.”

“Can I take it?”

“Okay.”

“Really?” She was surprised by his answer.

“Yes.”

“Alright,” she ran up to the boat, got it ready to sail off, pushed it into the water before jumping into it. She grabbed one of the paddles and went on with it. Since she was still handcuffed, she could only use one of the two paddles at one time. She tried using her legs to maneuver the other paddle, but it didn’t go over too well. She almost accidentally caused the small boat to fall over right out of the gates. Nonetheless, she still left for the other side of the lake in one piece. More or less.

“Oh. I almost forgot. Please be careful of the lake creature and don’t forget to pay for using its lake,” the old man shouted at her.

“The lake creature? You never said anything about a lake creature. It feels as if it would have been something useful to mention before I hit the water. No? Maybe? Huh?” She shouted back at him, a little annoyed that the old man didn’t see something first. Was that a trap? She had no idea anymore. But she started getting scared. There was supposably a creature in the lake. But she couldn’t see anything. The water was much too dark.

“Sorry, baby girl,” the fisher simply replied to her, shrugging his shoulders. Minutes later, when Cynthis was now half-way on the other side, she started seeing this dark shadow following her. Eventually, the shadow surrounding her boat as if it was calmly spinning around her.

What is that? She thought to herself, already instinctively knowing that it had been the lake creature the old man referred to earlier. Even though the hidden creature was only about two meters long, it still scared the shit out of her and she was fearing the worst.

“Underwater dinosaurs. I have a feeling this is not going to go over well at all,” fearing for her life, she kept paddling faster and faster which ultimately caused her to make more bad than good, causing her to make more mistakes. Especially as she was trying to operate the second paddle with her legs which almost made the boat fall over again, but she luckily managed to bring balance to it at the last second.

Now a little more than seventy-percent across the lake, Cynthia started thinking she had a shot at traveling from point A to point B without any funny encounter with the lake creature. But she was dead wrong.

Surging out of the water in front of the boat, the underwater dinosaur revealed itself to be a young plesiosaurus. A two meters long adult, but not yet fully grown specimen that was always normally spotted in seas and vast oceans. Typically, a plesiosaurus would never be found in a lake. Although this wasn't entirely a regular lake. Wasn’t it? Scared to death, Cynthia ceased paddling like she should be doing and instead urgently jumped backward, trying to avoid having any contact with the plesiosaurus. Naturally trying her best to get as far away from it as she possibly could.

But no matter how much she tried getting away from it, the long, alien-looking neck of the creature followed her across the boat. The plesiosaurus opened its mouth very wide, stuck out its tongue and licked Cynthia’s face as forehead to chin. Getting her all covered in nasty saliva.

Disgusted by this, she stepped back again on the boat only to accidentally fall out of it and to end up in the water. With her hands handcuffed, she virtually had no chance or hope to get back to the surface before running out of oxygen. Effectively swimming with handcuffs on was simply impossible for her.

As she kept falling at the bottom of the artificial lake, she looked around and noticed a bunch of gold coins scattered all over the floor of the lake. She wondered what it meant at first, but then remembered what the old fisher said about paying the creature.

Without being able to get any closer to the surface, she was quickly followed underwater by the angry-looking plesiosaurus. It chased her down. Silently and sneakily positioning itself behind her. Close to its tail, a lumping and phallic limb came out from inside the creature. It was his dick. He was a male. Like a ninja, the plesiosaurus swam closer to her and started rubbing his hard cock all over Cynthia’s butt.

She was soon about to run out of air.