DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 12: Tower System

Volume 3 - Chapter 12: Tower System

“I see that you can still stand on your feet. Even after what you went through in the park,” the sensual, but quite worryingly deep voice of the plant woman echoed in her ears. Couldn’t believe that she was all of a sudden here and that she found her. Even worse, that she was tracked and hunted down by this killer didn’t resonate well with Cynthia. With everything that she went through during their last meeting and everything that she did to her, the detective thought she would be satisfied with her. That she would be willing to let her go after all this.

Well no. Not at all.

Attempting to move the limbs of the new tenant of this office space like pulling the strings of a puppet, the woman was perceived by both Cynthia and the landlord as could be described as a zombie. Her eyes had been turned white with two green slips in them. Angular, sharp irises similar to a cat, but not as familiar-looking. Simply absent in terms of life. As the woman stood in front of the two that were just about done having sex, Protea grinned on the doorstep of the room.

“What the hell has happened to you?” The landlord asked her, seeing the zombified puppet first and then seeing the puppeteer afterward, looking behind her. The landlord was scared to death. There were no two ways about it.

Knew and expecting what could potentially be next, Cynthia stood up, frowned, ready to predict the worse, looking for an escape.

“Help me,” the new tenant whispered with a controlled, brain-washed, zombie-like voice.

“Of course, we are going to help you. I’ll help you. Who the fuck are you?” The landlord confronted the strange woman he had never seen before.

“Simply someone with an uncomfortable hunger,” almost as soon as she said the word ‘hunger’, life was literally stolen from the body and soul of the puppet woman. Her skin turned even grayer than it already were. She had turned so skinny that we clearly saw most of her bones. She was dry like the ballsack of an elderly brachio-saurius. While she had decent size breasts, hips, thighs, and butt earlier before being attacked by Protea, everything was gone now. Her tits had been sucked out of their density, fat, and vitality all together. Saying that the new tenant was now flat was an understatement.

It was more than that. Her chest was caving in. Digging into her muscle and skin tissue. She now had two large holes caving deep into her chest.

Meanwhile, as all this was taking place before the landlord and Cynthia’s eyes, the vine-cables behind the new tenant were constantly flashing with green light. Green energy.

Following those soft-looking branches that connected the puppet to the puppeteer. The vines coming out of Protea’s palms, shoulders, and even breasts. As the new tenant was literally losing everything, Protea was gaining all that she was losing. Everything that she was taken away from.

Which meant that Protea’s tits were slightly getting larger and larger by the second. They were already pretty gigantic as they were before, they were now simply getting even bigger. Same for her hips, thighs, and ass. Her body was so much expanding in proportions that she overcame Cynthia in terms of thickness. When all the vitality had finally been taken away from the new tenant, the vine-cables suddenly detached themselves from her back, rendering her so light in general that it took her a few seconds before finally crashing on the ground, even without any physical support.

Confused and surpassed by what was happening, the landlord tried catching her before she fell to the ground, but failed to do so by a large margin. His eyes were wide open. He wasn’t prepared for anything that was coming. Fortunately for Cynthia, she was. A tiny, little bit.

When the new tenant hit the floor, she was already dead. She had been dead for a while now. Even when she spoke like a zombie earlier. The landlord knelt down and touched her head.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help you.”

“Landlord. Forget about her. She’s gone. There’s nothing we can do for you,” Cynthia placed one hand on his shoulder. Desperately trying to reason with him before Protea would go for them.

“How do you know?” He asked, screaming.

“Because she looks far worse than what I looked like when she attacked me.

“You mean you know this weird, plant woman?”

“A little.”

“This means that you’re responsible for her being here? You brought her here? Cynthia. You had nothing to do here. What did you come tonight?” The landlord questioned her even though it wasn’t the time at all. Protea slowly began walking into their direction with a huge smile on her face.

“It’s not like that. I came here tonight to settle an arrangement between us. All the money I owe you. I wanted to make this right.”

“Bullshit.”

“That and the fact that I was curious to see what the place looked like after hearing that it had been renovated,” Cynthia was finally inserting a little bit of truth into the wall of lies she kept feeding her ex-landlord.

“It’s all because of you.”

“Maybe. Perhaps you’re right. But if you don’t follow me now, you’ll be dead in two seconds,” she said, aggressively pulling on his arm, attempting to pull him away from the sexy-looking creature that was coming their way.

“The hunt is fun. Watching you uselessly fighting among each other as your time is done is charming,” Protea declared. Fueled by rage, the landlord stood up, grabbed a chair, and swung it in direction of the killer woman, trying to defend himself. However, just before he could deliver the blow and hit her, the heavy-heated Cynthia pulled one more time on his arm, making him accidentally drop the chair and pulling him on the other side of a desk. She managed to bring as close as possible to the only window in the room. Their only escape route.

“Let me go, you bitch,” the landlord told Cynthia. Even though it wasn’t the right time at all, she internally couldn’t stop herself from enjoying being called a ‘bitch’. Especially from her ex-landlord that she had to provide sex to in order to pay her old debts.

“What do you want from me anyway?” Cynthia managed to avoid thinking about the way he spoke to her and shot a direct question at Protea.

“No one knows I was behind the recent disappearances and murders. No one except you,” she responded with a terribly deep voice that wrecked with a femme fatale aura to it. Pressing on the emergency button, Cynthia kicked the glass of the window with one of her high-heels, breaking and shattering into millions of pieces. Knowing that there was a lot of soft grass outside the window and that the fall wouldn’t be that bad, Cynthia chose to take those odds instead of being killed by the plant killer.

Without saying any other word, Cynthia jumped off the window, bringing her ex-landlord with her, hugging him during the jump. Hugging him against her huge tits. When she had successfully been able to take him with her and that everything was fine for the most part, Protea came in, extended one vine-cable at her which reached for him.

As the landlord was still partially naked following the sexy time he had with his past tenant, the vine-cable reached his flaccid dick, hooking itself it, then pulling on it, removing the man from Cynthia’s arms. Now, all of a sudden, Cynthis was the only one falling out the window. The landlord was escorted back inside, back to Protea which immediately began draining his vitality through his cock and his balls. The detective watched him leave her arms without being able to do anything about it.

Fortunately for her, Cynthia did not crash on the ground outside on her back. Instead, she did so on her chest. Her large balloons of breasts completely saved her from any wounds of overall hurt she would have felt otherwise.

She blacked out.

The next day, agents from the government working for the empire were sent to investigate Cynthia for various reasons. First, they went to search for her, visiting the only legal and known address for her officially. The old, tiny apartment she used to live in. The one that was trashed by Richard and his men a pretty long time ago. This had been the only official address Cynthia had for a very long time. One of the few legitimate things in her files. The two agents that were sent to find her searched the apartment in ruins. The agents were wwo Saurius men. One of them was from a stegosaurus breed and the other from a gallimimus breed. They didn’t find anything useful here. At all.

Next stop for them was her old working office place, the building that her past landlord had renovated only a few weeks ago. When arriving there and searching the place, entering in without any form of authorization, it had been made pretty obvious to them that they arrived there before the police ever did. The two agents found the landlord’s corpse. Protea was nowhere to be found.

Same for Cynthia. She was nowhere to be seen either inside or outside the property. It wasn’t a complete waste of time for the agents as finding a dead person that was connected to their target was a pretty big thing. However, being cruel, cold, soulless bastards working for the empire, they didn’t do anything to either bring the man to a hospital or to call the police. They did absolutely nothing save for stepping over his dead body. Doing the math, not finding her at what they thought was still her apartment, not finding her at what they thought to still be her office-space, the agents recalled the fact that they were instructed that that rich man, Gerald could potentially be keeping her safe. Within the empire, it was well-known that she had managed to take down The Count. And Gerald was personally linked to all this.

In the next few hours, the two agents arrived at La Jouissance mansion with a search warrant. Despite how much Gerald, his daughter, and Sebastian fought to keep Cynthia at the mansion after rescuing her last night, they still couldn't do anything in the end.

Afterall, no one could fraud the empire on this level. And the search warrant wasn’t only about taxes she didn’t pay. It wasn’t even about that. It was mainly all about the fact that she had been tricking the empire all this time. Tricking the country. Faking her immunity.

The same thing was soon about to happen to Cynthia that happened to women that didn’t respect the law. The law of having to impregnate a certain amount of times a year depending on case-to-case women. And the ratio of kids to get born during a year. Also depending on case-to-case women. The outlaw Cynthia has been doing that for years now. Doing whatever she wanted without thinking too much about the consequences. Normally, when a woman get caught cheating the empire in that regard, they would be strictly stipulated to be on intense surveillance and to have sex, be impregnated, give birth, over and over again until everything was fixed. But in Cynthia’s case, she had been cheating the empire for such a long time, secretly refusing to be impregnated enough times a year and to successfully give birth to children that she had to be taken to a prison by the two agents.

This prison was widely known as the Terraforming Tower. A huge-ass tower with a hundred floors. This prison was meant to make people like Cynthia respect the authorities and laws of the empire. But it was also meant to turn prude girls and women into total sluts and bimbos. As they should all be according to the empire and its rules.

Soon after arriving at the tower, Cynthia had a brief and straightforward hearing in the courtroom which basically judged her guilty right away. They explained her punishment. She had to travel and complete four floors of the Terraforming Tower. It was bad. But it could have been worse. Completing four floors of the tower was doable for someone already as slutty as her. It would have been fine for the most part except for one little, but very important detail. Upon arriving at the tower, Cynthia had been entirely stripped off all her clothes, and this was including her DNA Valkyrie brassiere. Without it, she was heavily running the chance to have her body run out of stamina, run out of battery pretty fast.

It was a time limit against a bomb.