DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 2: Daisy-Road

Chapter 2: Daisy-Road

The blue-haired detective had been on the trail of a group of persons that would do drug traffic a little outside of the city of Ecstasy. It wasn’t even really part of Ecstasy, it was in a smaller, adjacent town that was called ‘Daisy-Road’. It was pretty much a town on the west coast side of Ecstasy that exclusively benefited from the big beach they had. The owners and managers of this town made a ton of money during the Summer festival as it made for a perfect destination trip for a vacancy.

However, it wasn’t Summer. It was still Spring. And it meant that Daisy-Road was a much more calmed location than what Cynthia knew it to be. A ghost compared to what it ordinarily was during the Summer.

Cynthia had been hired by a local to get intel all the drug trafficking that was going on in this area. Originally, the guy wanted her to go in there and to simply somehow stop drug trafficking in his town altogether, which was something she immediately said was purely and simply impossible. Not only for her, but for the police forces and anyone else in general. You couldn’t stop secret organizations like this. Not easily.

As a result of this long operation, Cynthia had to move to Daisy-Road for a little while as she was secretly investigating. She spoke to many locals, casually interviewed them, trying her best to pass for a tourist that was considering landing here for good and maybe becoming a resident in town. It wasn’t the case at all, obviously, but she thought it was a half-decent cover. Who would question a pretty girl asking questions regarding moving to this town, right?

When walking around in public and interacting with the residents of Daisy-Road, Cynthia never wore her normal clothes. Instead, trying to pass herself for a tourist, she adopted the type of clothing that the people who lived here typically wore, but dressed differently enough so she could also pass for a foreigner on a visit. Despite not being Summer yet, it was still pretty warm here, so like a lot of people in Daisy-Road, she dressed up in a bikini. A very skimpy v wire bikini top and a high cut bottom. The two different pieces were of the same colour, seafoam green. Her top could barely contain her voluminous breasts and hide her areolae. As a desperate attempt to make herself look foreign and tourist enough, she wore mint green running shoes which were something the locals never did. They were either usually wearing flip flops and high-heels. She dug and shoved a folded map of the area inside of her bikini bottom. A pretty on the nose way to show to the public that she wasn’t used to being in this town, but hey, she totally rolled with it. The map occasionally pushed against her buttcheeks, providing her with a nice scratching feeling, she considered this a bonus. Around her neck, she had a double black choker that she wore as a necklace. Finally, she also sported a pair of black sunglasses.

Progressively and carefully, she turned those conversations to a point where she felt comfortable mentioning the many rumours concerning the drug trafficking in Daisy-Road. Most, if not almost all the persons she questioned knew very well about that particular topic. Not all of them felt comfortable discussing this, but a few were annoyed and tired enough that they ended up spilling the beans and giving her a lot of important intel. So, over the month that she spent in this town, she ultimately found the right person that would make the case move forward, more than ever before.

“Want to know about all that stuff? Huh?” One of the local men asked her after she brought up the topic at hand.

“Please…”

“It seems a little strange, why would a regular tourist be interested in that type of stuff?”

“I’m considering moving. I like the place, but I have no idea if this is something I should do, especially since I have three kiddos at home and I don’t know if I want to bring them here, risking exposing them to that kind of stuff, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, I get that, I can definitely tell that you gave birth to three kids…” He said, softly laughing and scratching his cheek.

“How come?”

“Your body looks perfect to bear and give birth to children… Very robust… Thick… And charming on top of that…” Cynthia tried not to blush. She felt happy, excited, and even attracted by his flattery. She really tried her best to show that she enjoyed what he said, but it was too hard. Even for her. At this point, she wasn’t ovulating yet, but she was damn close to it.

“Alright… Thank you… So about the…”

“Oh, yeah! I know everything about what they are doing here.”

“They?”

“Yeah. I know who they are. A small group. Three or four if I remember correctly. I know about them because I used to be one of their clients… Not too proud of that now, but fuck, their stuff was good. Freaking good. Still is,”

“Why did you stop buying from them since you liked it so much?”

“I had to stop after I had my third heart attack in less than a year…”

“Three heart attacks in a year?”

“Yeah… But as you probably already know, it’s not too bad for a Saurius, but still… I’m lucky I’m still alive…”

“Tell me more about the stuff. It’s so dangerous it can give you heart attacks that much?” She directly questioned him some more.

“Yup. It’s called ‘The Limbo’. It accelerates your blood flow, makes you see things. It makes you believe you are somewhere else. The trip was good, but…”

“Nine people died so far, right?”

“You already knew about this?”

“Yeah. Heard about it. But none of them survived to pass their second heart attack, hence why I was surprised you did.”

“I’m a tough mofo! Now I need to get back to work, excuse me,” he turned around and left behind the counter. He was leaving for the kitchen. The restaurant they were in was completely empty except for them, but Cynthia could easily guess there was a lot more work to be done behind closed doors in the kitchen.

“Hold on!” She yelled out. He came back in view, still in the kitchen, but Cynthia could partially see him from a distance.

“Yeah?”

“You said you purchased a lot of Limbo from them. You said you knew who those people were. Care to tell me where they are?” She said with the cutest smile in the world. The kind of smile and a cute face that would want to make any men give her a direct facial. This restaurant employee included.

“Ha-ha… I’ve never said I knew where they were…” Lying through his dino-Saurius teeth.

“Basically yes. You did. Either you know where they are located or you can tell me where you met those people during the purchases,” she made a good point.

Silence.

“For some reason, you no longer look like a simple tourist… Alright… Can’t help you. Sorry. Bye,” he totally gave up on the conversation.

“Hold on. If I wanted to buy a little bit of it… To try… Like a sample or something like that… Would it be okay for you to tell me where to go?” She lied, now pretending to be interested in purchasing some of the drug. She was nervous. What she just said didn’t connect very well and make much sense with what she was saying a little earlier. She panicked. She was desperate. The employee paused for a moment. Stared at her.

“I don’t believe you…” He looked away from her.

“Fuck! Alright. Listen up! I’m actually a private investigator and I have more questions for you!” She yelled at him. Losing her temper.

“Private investigator? I’m out,” then, he turned around and left once more for the kitchen. This was when Cynthia got mad. A little. She smirked. She looked around the place, making sure she was alone for sure, and then she leaned forward, jumping in the air, sliding across the surface of the counter until she landed on the other side. Her large udders bounced and flopped in the air as she made this radical move. At this point, the restaurant employee didn’t notice she came after him. He only did once she pushed the doors of the kitchen, making those flapping sounds. The employee turned to her, jumped, and then ran away from her deeper into the kitchen.

“Holy shit! What do you want from me?”

“Tell me everything you know. Tell me where I can find them,” she ordered him.

“You’re crazy! But I kind of dig it. Unfortunately for you, you’re in my kitchen, and I’m the one who gives orders here,” he laughed as he leaned against the side of a large cutting table in the kitchen. He crossed his arms and looked at where things could potentially go with the stranger.

“Look. I don’t want to bother you any longer, I simply want to know where to search… Understood…?” She eased up a little and spoke quieter than she did a second or two ago.

“Maybe… It depends what kind of favour you’re willing to do in exchange for the info you need,” he proposed to her.

“I’m kind of in a hurry… We’d need to do this quickly…”

“Sure.”

“Like in an instant…” she confidently murmured as she grabbed her double choker, detaching it from her neck. She immediately wrapped it around the employee’s left arm and handcuffed him to his precious cutting table. She used a moment of distraction in which he thought she was proposing him sex in exchange of the information she was after. It was a double choker specifically designed to contain the impressive strength of some of the stronger Saurius around. He tried pulling on it, but it didn’t do anything. It was useless for him to even try.

“Okay… Let’s put your actions in perspective…. Shall we? You lied to me and barked at me for orders. You come running at me in my kitchen. You handcuffed me for stupid info. I don’t even know you. As it stands, I’m in my rights to defend myself,” he carefully explained to her, in total self-defence, the employee pushed her away by charging at the undercovered private detective. Accidentally, the employee slipped on the wet floor and pulled Cynthia with him. Since it was late in the evening, the small restaurant was just about to close and work to get the place cleaned up had begun. The employee had recently mopped the floor of the kitchen. As he slipped down, she fell on top of him, therefore, causing both of them to crash on the hard floor with a thud! He hurt his back as the investigator comfortably landed in his chest, not getting hurt one bit compared to him. Through all this, the employee was still handcuffed to the table, so his left arm had to be kept semi in the air

Fuck… That hurt… He thought. However, he was now lying right underneath her ultra-soft breasts. His head trapped and jammed between them. Additionally, after the fall, she swallowed the Saurius man with her arms, hugging him, basically. At this point, the state of her ovaries had drastically changed. Cynthia was now feeling them heating up and moving around in her body. Being in contact with any Saurius had an effect on her. Being in contact with a Saurius that gave her an attitude and quite a bit of trouble only amplified that feeling.

“Tell me or I won’t let you go…”

“Is this much of a punishment?” Quickly understanding that this man wouldn’t mind being kept as a prisoner of hers between her huge tits, she pulled something out of her bikini bottom and directly showed him to the Saurius man. It was a badge. Her private detective badge. It was of a bronze colour and her name was on it.

“You’re right… I’m no tourist and I wasn’t kidding earlier when I told you that I was a private investigator… Now, tell me the truth or I’ll be in legal right to bring you to jail for further questioning and full-on arresting…” The employee sighed.

“You really think showing me your detective badge is going to change anything here? You already told me you were a private investigator or some mumbo-jumbo like that… Remember? I don’t care… At all… And getting handcuffed by a sexy lady isn't the worst thing in the world, you know?” But then, interrupting him, Cynthia clicked on a button on the side of her badge and it activated a certain sound…

“Yeah. I know who they are. A small group. Three or four if I remember correctly. I know about them because I used to be one of their clients… Not too proud of that now, but fuck, their stuff was good. Freaking good. Still is,” the employee’s voice came right out of the badge, his voice had been recorded earlier.

“Fuck…” He said after hearing himself.

As her civilized and typical interrogation of the restaurant employee occurred late into the afternoon, Cynthia waited a couple of hours before making her move. Now that she perfectly knew where to look, she waited for the sun to come down before hitting the beach. The Saurius man indicated to her that the group that was making and selling the Limbo drug resident in a small chalet next to the sea. It was hard to think that this nice little house by the ocean was actually the lair of drug-makers.

At first, I would have imagined that old, rich, retired folks would be living there… But yet again, selling drugs can totally make you rich so I don’t know… She thought as she infiltrated herself in the area of the chalet. She slid her back alongside one of the walls of the house before peeking at one of the windows. Cynthia had brought a thin mellow yellow beach blouse with her as it was getting a little colder here when the sun came down during Spring. The blouse wasn’t closed or buttoned up or anything like that. It wasn’t hiding anything except for her arms and her back. There was light inside, but she didn’t see anyone. Not being able to gather any proof that there was someone in the house at this very moment and not being a shy person in general, she decided to allow herself in.

She first tried opening the main front door, but it was locked. No surprise there. So then, she pulled out her private detective badge. She pressed on the ‘O’ letter in her last name on the object, revealing that it was a button as she clicked on it. When she pressed on it, it triggered an extension of the item to fold open. It was a lock pick. It had been hidden inside of the badge all along. Then, Cynthia got to work. She knelt down on the ground as she used the lock pick to unlock the door. It took a few minutes, but she eventually managed to do it.

Click!

The door opened. She came inside and closed the door behind herself.

The chalet looked entirely normal. At first glance, upon visiting most of the rooms, she couldn’t tell that people who fabricated drugs lived there. Which made her old, retired, rich folks theory make some more sense. But that was before she went down into the basement. Downstairs, she found a drug lab. There were tables after tables of different glass tubes and objects used to make drugs. To her surprise, it smelled pretty good down here. Not what she would typically expect. It smelled like cherry pies. Was that what the Limbo drug smelled like? She had no idea. But this was a possibility.

“Looking for something?” An ominous voice asked her in her back. She quickly turned around and she saw a short Human man, shorter than her. He wore a hazmat mask. He suddenly shoved something in her face. It was a large cherry made of glass with an opening at the top. Pink steam kept coming out of the opening. The man forced the steam in her face which quickly got into her nose. She was forced to smell it. She stepped away from the man. Removed her sunglasses, threw them on the ground before scratching her eyes. When she opened them again, she no longer saw the short Human man in the hazmat mask, instead, she saw a beautiful tall Saurius man. He was from an Allosaurus breed. He looked sexy as all hell. Muscular. Brave. Confident. Charming. He was completely naked with a large throbbing twenty-inches long cock, pointing directly at her. She smiled and blushed.

Upon seeing this sexy chunk, her ovaries started going all crazy. Her fertilization biological system was immediately being turned on. She started producing eggs. One after the other. And just like them, more Saurius men looking exactly like the first one appeared in the basement with her. They were now in three in total. One was green. One was of a dark gray colour. And the other was burgundy.

“Because we were looking for you…” The dark gray Saurius said. Shook, Cynthia accidentally fell down on top of a chair between two tables. The three hunks gathered around her as she sat down on the chair. They started stroking their fierce members as they towered over her. Their glans being at the current height of her face. Affected by the steam, causing her to move very slowly, she allowed them to do anything to her and they masturbated while watching her, often rubbing their dicks all over her face or her cow udders.

While what Cynthia was currently seeing was exciting and taken right out of a dream for her, it wasn’t real.

In reality, the three men were never Saurius people, they were three teenagers (nineteen-year-old top). They all wore hazmat masks. One of them had a green one. One a dark gray one. And the other, a burgundy mask. They were all using the intruder as she thought she had gained the harem of her dream. Except that it was the other way around completely, the three young men were rubbing their cocks all over a beautiful lady.

The three quickly ejaculated all over Cynthia’s face and breasts.

Premature ejaculations, of course...