DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 13: First Floor

Volume 3 - Chapter 13: First Floor

The first floor looked ancient. It was nothing like Cynthia expected it to be. As she was instructed to go through the door and to venture upstairs, she imagined she would find a dark dungeon or something like that. But it was not the case at all.

The first floor was arranged like an arena. A gladiator arena. Bright artificial lights blinded her as she first stepped and discovered this area of the tower. Instead of having normal floors, Cynthia stepped on the type of natural ground that she would ordinarily find outside. In a few places, the ground was also partially covered with sand.

The walls of this floor made her feel much more like she was imprisoned as she couldn’t find any windows anywhere. No matter how long she walked, there were absolutely no windows to generate natural light. And no way for Cynthia to escape after making it pretty obvious the other day that she had a big thing for jumping out of windows to save her life. But here, she was fully condemned. No way out. She explored this distant first floor for nearly an hour before finding a little bit of water. Not bottled water. But she found a well with water in it.

It was so warm in here, probably because of the strong lights above her that she grew extremely thirsty. She leaned forward on the edge of the well, pulled the strings which lifted a bucket that was deep below under the water. When the bucket was finally fully out of the water, she reached forward and grabbed it.

She looked tremendously sexy as she leaned forward, her big butt in the air, extending her arm. Same with her fossil bra taken away from her, Cynthia was completely stripped off her clothes. Her normal clothes had all been removed from her. Earlier, she was given new clothes by the guards of the prison. She was given a traditional black and white stripes prisoner uniform. However, the outfit was splitted in the middle, making it the uniform two different pieces. Cynthia was surprised how good the guards managed to get something loyal to her huge and specific proportions. Because everything fitted pretty well to be honest. But then again, Cynthia thought about it one more time and this was a prison specifically designed for women not willing to have a lot of sex and to be pregnant, to readucate them. Of course, there was a very high amount of chances that other busty and thick girls would come here from time to time. Cynthia wasn’t the only and she knew about it.

As she leaned forward, it was made pretty evident that she was wearing neon green canvas shoes that she had been giving alongside the two-pieces outfit. After grabbing the bucket and drinking liters of water directly from it, she cleaned the side of her mouth that was dripping with it.

“Hold it right there,” confused, but very surprised to hear someone else’s voice, Cynthia slowly turned around, discovering a tall and muscular Saurius man in a rusted gladiator armor.

“What can I do for you?” She answered, too tired, hot, and sad to confront the man that stood in front of her.

“Are you my challenge?”

“Your challenge?”

“Yes.

“What are you talking about? I got here like an hour ago.”

“An hour ago? This means you were sent here for me then.”

“I wasn’t sent here for anyone, dumbass. I cheated the empire, faking impregnation stats. That’s how I got here. It has nothing to do with you,” she set the record straight with him.

“Of course, it has everything to do with me. I’m here for the big treasure and I’m not leaving without it.”

“Well, dah, it’s pretty clear you’re not leaving. It’s a prison. We are kept here. I’m here because I was not willing to crank out tons of babies a year as I just said. What’s your reason for being here? I thought only women were being kept here,” following her question, the Saurius man in the rusted gladiator armour looked down and grinned.

“You see. I’m not actually a prisoner here. I’ve come here for the big treasure.”

“What is that big treasure?” Cynthia grew all curious.

“It’s a reward you get once you reach the one-hundred floor of the tower. Enough credits to build your own tower. I heard that if you reach the top floor, you also receive a very high position within the ranks of the empire,” excited and encouraged by this promise of such a nice reward, Cynthia’s eyes suddenly started glowing with bright lights. Her mouth wide open, salivating at the mouth.

“Are you kidding? I want that. I need that. This treasure is mine,” she yelled out.

“No. Here’s the thing. It’s mine.”

“So, since I’m a prisoner and that I’m number one fighting for freedom here. What do you need to do to get the next floor as is?”

“It brings us back to what I was saying earlier. You are my challenger. My only goal is here to prevent you from climbing higher than this level,” he revealed to her.

“And how are you supposed to do that exactly?”

“I think you already know,” he said as he undid a potion of his armoured kilt which revealed his big boner for her. His huge erect Saurius penis was being pointed directly at her. “You won’t get very far in the tower once you are pregnant,” now fully understanding what was going on here, the empire’s plans to stop her from ever coming out of this prison tower was pretty clear. Getting her pregnant and keeping her from reaching the fourth floor, preventing her from completing her punishment was their key. Taking it all in, not showing any sign of distress on the outside, Cynthia simply smiled and faked it all as she had already did before.

“Oh, awesome, thanks for telling me, I couldn’t wait to be pregnant again,” she said as she walked up to the gladiator. Without asking the permission, she placed one hand around his Saurius cock and softly stroked it. “Especially getting pregnant with a dino baby again.”

“Are you serious? You actually want me to impregnate you? I thought you said you were avoiding that kind of stuff?” At this point, it was super evident for Cynthia that this guy was a rookie. For all she knew, this probably was his first day in the tower, desperately attempting to go on this quest to reach the big treasure.

“Nah. That was before. Now that I’m seeing you, I’d totally love to have your babies in me. But first off, would you mind me taking care of your thing? I’d like to get it all wet first,” she knelt down and immediately started playing with his cock without even receiving his okay to do so. Beginning with softly kissing it from balls to glans, his dick grew bigger until it sat on top of her face, on top of her forehead.

“Of course. Thank you,” he obviously agreed to it. Then, two seconds later, she shoved his hard cock in her mouth herself, not even bothering to touch the filthy thing with her hands, simply using her mouth and tongue to physically have any control over his junk. The Saurius man was blushing. He was intimately enjoying herself. As his dick rubbed against the entrance of her throat and already oozed with precum, he immediately went for her big tits. Easily able to see her thick nipples through her striped black and white top, the gladiator groped them while getting this messy blow-job.

Hard at work, Cynthia kept moving her head back-and-forth extremely fast, adding more and more pressured on his glans and on the rest of his cock. The rookie gladiator didn’t know how to react. He damn well knew his time was running out and she was about to make him come in the next few seconds. But he needed to come inside of her. He needed to impregnate her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be allowed to get to the next floor. The Saurius aggressively tried pulling his cock out of her delicate and warm mouth. He first tried pulling it out by pushing on her shoulders, but it never worked. More precum came out of the tip of his cock until it wasn’t precum anymore, but legitimate semen.

It was too late for him. It had just come inside of her mouth. When he was finally able to pull his junk out of her mouth, he was in the process of turning flaccid again. Cynthia’s mouth was overflowing with his thick sperm.

The second floor.

Leaving her adversary behind on the first floor, Cynthia climbed up to the next level. The area looked pretty similar to the gladiator colosseum the other floor had, but this one had very narrow hallways, almost as if this entire stage was a maze. The thick detective in the prisoner’s outfit began to have trouble passing and moving in those narrow corridors the more she progressed in this labyrinth. The more she advanced, the tighter it was getting. And since she wasn’t exactly the most slender woman out there, she actually had to turn sideways and to walk that way in order to move on her path. Her soft ass kept rubbing against the wall of the maze. Same as her big tits. It didn’t hurt much since the walls of the corridors were all mostly well finished and her thickness smoothly slid across it, but it was slightly bothersome as it slowed her down. As much as her movements than distracting her with unintentional sexy rubbing.

Minutes later, when Cynthia reached what she thought was the end of the maze or rather the very core of it. The heart of the labyrinth. The private investigator was met with a piece of furniture. It looked like a table, but that you couldn’t see underneath it. It was a big box. Other than that, there was no way out of this maze, no stairs to the third floor, nothing like that.

There was something written on the front of the box: ‘Place your hands in the box’.

Are you kidding? This is obviously a trap, Cynthia thought. But yet again, there was nothing else to do other than turning back on her steps and trying a different way. Plus, she was curious as to what was inside the box. Being a wise-ass, she first tried kicking the box, but the thing was too solid. It didn’t do anything. She tried looking in the two holes on top of it, but it was too dark inside, she couldn’t see shit. In the end, she did it. Thinking it could maybe be a puzzle or something like that, she placed both of her hands in the holes.

Click. Click. She heard two metallic noises. Panicked, she tried taking her hands out of the box, but it didn’t work. She felt something around her wrists.

“This is a pleasure to be meeting you. Congratulations for getting to my floor,” a masculine voice emerged from behind her. She partially turned around and saw a short Urzax man wearing a tuxedo. He smiled at the prisoner.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Moantrap,” he declared as he spun around the box, clicked on a secret button on the back of it. It caused the box to crumble into different pieces. Freeing her. Partially. When the box vanished in pieces, it was revealed to Cynthia that she had handcuffs around her wrists.

“That’s such a stupid trap. Place your hands in the holes and when you get them back, you're handcuffed. What is the purpose of this?”

“But you still did it. Why?” Moantrap asked her.

“I’m trying to understand the meaning of this floor so I can get to the third floor ASAP.”

“And you must already know that we are challengers to each other right?”

“Are you going to try to impregnate me too?” She asked him.

“Not just try. I think I have a really good shot at it. Oh gosh, I love handcuffed women,” Moantrap was starting to go a little crazy. Beginning to go a little perv on her. He stared at the thick woman who was practically wearing nothing with her wrists forced to remain placed to each other. While Cynthia was looking at the weird, little man, keeping as much space as she potentially could from him in the narrow maze, keeping her distances, Moantrap had already pulled out his cock, mastrubating.

She looked down. Observing his growing dick being rubbed.

“Woah. That was fast.”

“It’s so good to be seeing someone like you, handcuffed.”

“Someone like me? What is it with you and handcuffs? Is that your fetish or something?” She asked.

“Tell me, stranger. Do you ever roleplay? With your boyfriend? Did you ever pretend to be his prisoner?” Moantrap kept asking more and more perverted questions to her.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Even better.”