DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 47: Hostile Takeover

CHAPTER 47: HOSTILE TAKEOVER

With teary eyes, the Father smiled as he looked at his daughter. She cried as well, just before running back at her Dad, hugging him. He already had his arms wide opened as she jumped on him. They embraced each other for a long moment without directly speaking to one another. They simply hugged. Soon, Gerald and Sebastian helped Cynthia finally get off the Pleasure Spine. Having worked with The Count for so long, Néné’s Dad exactly knew how to deactivate the machine. There was a breaker that needed to be shut down in the back of the spine. Without giving the master of the house any information on how his guards were so easily defeated, The Count was quickly escorted out of the lab. They all walked to the throne room of the castle where the big surprise had been cooking for a little while just for the Pterosaur Saurius. As they entered the large room, he saw his own men getting moved out of the castle. All of his guards were currently getting cuffed by a vast group of policemen. Some of them noticed Cynthia who was getting carried in Sebastian’s arms. The Pleasure Spine tired her way too much for her to walk by herself. She still had a considerable amount of hot semen flowing out of her naked pussy. The cops who noticed Cynthia remembered her from that time she tried to put Richard behind bars. Despite maybe not being the actual policemen who captured Richard the first time around, the word probably got passed around that Cynthia, the private investigator trumped this criminal. Without a doubt, she had some kind of reputation among the different police departments of Ecstasy.

“What’s going on? Did you called them?” Cynthia directly asked Gerald.

“No. Did you?” He responded.

“I did…” The Count broke their conversation. Forced them to turn around and to look at him.

“What do you fucking mean? Why would you call the cops yourself and have your own guards get booked?” Sebastian was getting uneasy, nervous, and a bit angry.

“Don’t be so surprised. My guards weren’t supposed to be the ones trying to catch you as you infiltrated the castle. They were only supposed to let you in. I called the police myself. I told them that there was a so-called private detective and her friends breaking into my house,” The Count explained half a second before all the cops suddenly stormed the throne room. Ten policemen who quickly replaced the ten guards. The guards eventually left the room to make more space for them. The group of infiltrators (including the blonde daughter), all jumped and turned to the cops as they approached near them. The policemen acted quickly and efficiently, almost as if they had been planning this assault for quite a long time.

The party remained silent for the most part.

“... So, I recently thought about making the police force of the city of Ecstasy my own private army. After all, I paid them enough so they would kind of be anyway…” The Count continued, “… And since you are all here a, I think we should prepone the big event…”

“The big event? Don’t you mean…?” Néné asked in confusion.

“Absolutely. We’ll have to marry each other tonight.”

***

Roughly an hour later, The Count and his men (the corrupted cops) quickly got the throne room ready for the big moment. Colourful, tropical-looking flowers bloomed from the walls, filling up the room with their beauty and powerful scent. The Count changed clothes. He was now wearing a gorgeous crimson red and black late Victorian era royal outfit. His wings were discreetly tucked in his back under a large cloak that matched the outfit he wore. He was in place, at the end of the room, next to his throne. He stood there. Waiting for her bride to come to join him in the night. She was nowhere to be seen in the room. She was probably on the way… Cynthia, Gerald, and Sebastian were all forced to sit on one of the numerous wooden benches that had recently been installed here. In addition to them, they were only five cops in the room. The others were outside the room, keeping an eye on the future wife as she was getting ready, getting dressed.

“What is he planning for us?” Sebastian whispered to Gerald and Cynthia.

“No idea. It’s probably about revenge. For all I know, he might be plotting to execute us once the ceremony is completed,” Gerald whispered back to his butler.

“I won’t let this happen…” Cynthia quickly said with a much higher volume in her voice than the others.

“Calm down, Cynthia. Quit trying to behave like a hero. It’s done. It’s over. I pulled you into this in the first place. When the timing is good, I’ll make a distraction and I want you to go and run for your life. If possible, take Néné with you. If not, I’ll take care of her. I don’t want you to die in here. If someone should die tonight, it’s me. No one else,” Gerald whispered to Cynthia, directly interrupting her as she tried speaking.

“You don’t know what you’re saying…” But then, she was interrupted once more, this time, by the arrival of Gerald’s daughter in the large room. A piece of nice, uplifting music started playing as she stepped between the many wooden benches. She was escorted by the policemen. Two in front of her and three in her back, ensuring that she wouldn't attempt doing anything stupid. The music blew incredibly loud in the group’s ears as Néné in the wedding dress was revealed to them…

She came into the room like a strong ray of sunshine.

Her dress was of a bright white with metallic, golden accents that define multiple layers into the shape of the wedding outfit. She was forced to wear this thing but she, in the end, didn’t mind that much because first thing, it was a wedding dress, but she also had that sensation that made her feel like a Queen.

The Countess that was she meant to be.

But the dress wasn’t all royal-looking and pretty in the standard sense of the word. The dress was actually extremely skimpy. Especially for a wedding dress. We could see most of her belly with her cute belly button. The fabric only barely covered her nipples and some portions of her crotch region. The lower part of the dress had a giant hole in it specifically designed to offer a window, a direct view on her slutty pussy. A white veil hid more than half of her beautiful face. We could only see her lips. Her unsmiling smile.

She was escorted near the throne at the end of the room and joined her future husband. Despite the high importance of this event, due to the current situation that rushed things, this ceremony ended up being a deeply secretive one. This wasn’t what The Count had originally planned at all…

“Now… Would your Father gives us the honour…?” He said.

“What?” Gerald said out loud in sheer confusion.

“Come on! Get over here. Don’t be shy. You’ll read what needs to be read and we’ll proceed with the ceremony,” The Count kindly told him as two armed policemen brutally grabbed him off his seat and brought him right in front of the throne where he was given a document to read.

A long beat took place as he looked at the paper before he finally broke silence…

“This is with your immense pleasure and honour that I would like my dear daughter, Néné to marry my very best childhood friend, The Count, also known as Niobrara Onyx,” he said on the verge of shedding tears, “please, old friend… I beg you… Take my daughter… Take my daughter by kissing her…”

“This will be a big honour of mine, old mate,” The Count confirmed just before kissing his bride right on the lips. He quickly slid his long, musky tongue into her mouth and took her.

“... By the powers that I have as the bride’s Father, I declare you husband and wife,” he was, of course, to say all these words written on the piece of paper he held in his hands. Hands that were heavily trembling…

“Let’s get to the fun part now…” The Count said out loud as he hugged his loved one.

“How about you fulfill that part of the deal we all agreed on, Count?” One of the policemen mentioned. Reminded him.

“This is exactly what we are doing now,” Niobrara replied. Almost immediately after his latest announcement, the group of ten of policemen gathered around the specific wooden bench where Cynthia sat, took her with them, and brought her in the corridor space between all the benches.

“Cynthia!” Néné screamed, afraid for her.

“Jeez, I cannot wait to have you,” One of the cops said to the private eye.

“It would feel like we will finally be getting back at you. Having our revenge,” another cop continued.

“Your revenge? What do you even mean, what did I do to you?”

“Oh, come on, bitch! It’s not because you were the only private investigator in town that you didn’t do any damage to our many departments. Ever since you started taking jobs, you made us looked fucking bad to the point of citizens slowly having trouble trusting us,” a different policeman explained her. He and the other nine cops pulled their already erect dicks out of their pants as he spoke. Behind the group, near the throne, Néné was having live sex with her recently married husband. The Count was using the big hole in the white dress that gave on her naked vagina. He fucked her as her large butt and her back were comfortably sitting on his throne. Despite the sad and dangerous situation, the blonde bride enjoyed every inch of her husband’s Saurius cock, already moaning like hell. Cynthia managed to see her between the legs of one of the many cops who stood around her, but just barely. Meanwhile, Gerald and Sebastian couldn’t do anything right now. They were both still handcuffed and when they weren’t masturbating while looking at Cynthia, the policemen occasionally kept an eye on them so they wouldn’t do anything stupid. The situation was doom and gloom for sure.

“Well, it’s simply not my fault if normal, innocent people started getting afraid of you, each one of you is bought, corrupted fellas. And you just proved it tonight… No wonder nobody trusts you now. But that aside, seeing you stroking your filthy Human cocks like this is kind of getting me in the mood. I have to say that my pussy took a big liking to receive gigantic Saurius dicks but I honestly wouldn’t mind taking you right now,” Cynthia told them.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll all have our turns with you tonight, but don’t hope for us to be kind and gentle with you though. Know what I mean?” one cop said to her.

“Such dominance and control. Ufuufu… It’s so getting me wet right now… Ufuufu…” She said as she blushed. All by herself, Cynthia knelt down on the floor. The policemen walked closer to her. Two of them fully intentionally rubbed the tip of their glans all over her cheeks. Smiling upon doing so, finding it deeply enjoyable and funny. Without any authorization or request, she grabbed the two dicks and stroked them herself. Sweet and fast hand-jobs. Two other men came behind her and shove their dicks all over her hair. Those two guys were so aroused right now that they already started oozing pre-cum out of their glans, and, of course, getting their fluid a little everywhere in her hair. Which traditionally was something that she didn’t enjoy that much but gave it pass at this particular moment. Having pre-cum in her hair was somewhat complicated to wash afterward, but was an experience that she thought was pretty enjoyable during a sex session. One cop crawled on the ground between her legs and licked her wet pussy. The five remaining guys kept stroking their bigger than average-sized cocks as they watched. This was actually kind of exactly what she needed right now. A decent amount of people masturbating while watching her… Having a guy getting under her body, between her legs, licking her vagina… Those two different things turned her on even more.

While the state of this gang-bang remained the same for a minute or two, one of the five guys waiting grew a little impatient and made his way in front of her. He quickly and directly shoved his banana-shaped member all over her glossy lips. His cock appeared a lot different than the other ones around her. This one looked as if it was just about to burst into a big and loud explosion. Almost as if the interior content of it was too large for its own actual size.

This one’s so weird-looking… She thought to herself as she still accepted to kiss it. She also found herself enjoying the intense smell of this specific cock and had no other choice than swallowing it. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid this dick as far as she could down her throat.

She sucked on this one for as long as she could before the other four remaining men waited enough for their own taste.

One of them decided to sit on the edge of one of the wooden benches around the group, granting him direct access to Cynthia’s butt. He began exercising a series of ‘hot-dogging’ movements which mainly consisted of him rubbing the front side of his cock all over the exterior crack of her booty. The slutty private investigator clearly was entertained by this exercise as she positively responded by intentionally shaking her ass from side to side, helping the cop getting off from the hot-dogging. Cynthia never ceased to stroke the two dicks she had in her hands and to suck the one she had in her mouth as she teased the one in her back.