DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 46: In The Den

CHAPTER 46: IN THE DEN

“What do you mean? What’s so hard to understand? The big Pterosaur lied to you about a bunch of things, he took you away and now pretends to love you… That’s it…” Cynthia tried to make it super simple for Néné to get.

“You’re wrong! He truly loves me!” She responded, quickly elevating her tone and her vocal volume as the private investigator her Dad hired was starting to annoy her more and more.

“Stay quiet! I don’t want anyone to figure out that I’m here. Behave and I won’t hurt you.”

“Why would you even hurt me in the first place, huh? You are supposedly here to rescue me, right? Jeez… I still can’t believe I failed for you the first time we met…”

“Failed for me? The first time we met? What is this all about?”

“The masked ball… I actually enjoyed being part of it with you… You had your own partner that night… I had mine… It was nice… Despite having our own separated partners, it kind of felt like we formed a duo together, you and I… But then, turns out you were only there as a spy. Spying for my dad… So, I’m asking you an important question… Do you really know the truth, detective? Do you actually know what kind of man my dad is? Do you know he never thought about what I wanted in life? Are you aware that he never wanted me to be happy?” Néné told Cynthia.

“I seriously doubt he prevented you to be happy.”

“The mansion… His mansion… His flying fortress… He never wanted me to leave home without an escort. Each time I would disobey his orders, he would launch the mansion for a new flight. We would fly as high as he desired to. So high I couldn’t get even see the land anymore… Separating me from all my friends…”

“... So… To be clear… That’s why you joined and accept to go with the King of cults barely two minutes after meeting him at the carnival? Right?”

“Well… I did get to have a taste of his cock just before officially going with him…” The daughter of Gerald quietly said.

“Look. I honestly want to be on your side, Néné, but you’re basically not giving me any choice here…”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re young. So very young. I was your age once, and speaking from a more matured perspective, a lot of the decisions I took at your age were big mistakes. Poor decisions. I do understand that you had issues with your dad. Serious issues. But I bloody think despite everything that your Dad is still your dad. The Count is playing you. Maybe I can help you with your relationship between you and your Father. Please allow me to help you… Come with me… Come with us…” The private investigator murmured in   Néné’s ears. Desperate to make her understand the reality of things. To make her see reason. As she said those words to her, Cynthia finally and gradually released the stronghold she had on her with her arms.

She was now basically freeing her. Releasing her from her grasp.

“... Perhaps… This sounds interesting…” Néné whispered with her head down. Cynthia slightly and secretly smiled behind her. Stoked that she appeared to be able to peacefully gain a little bit of trust in her.

“It’s up to you. We only want what’s best for you.”

“I would like to leave with you, but…”

“But…?”

“But… He has my babies…”  Néné declared as she slowly spun around, now finally facing Cynthia. This was perfect timing because it allowed her to nice Néné’s belly. She no longer had her pregnant belly. She didn’t even notice it earlier. Probably because of this new outfit she was wearing. She understood that Néné recently had her babies. Just like she recently did as well (except that for Néné it had literally just happened).

“Where did he took them?”

“Downstairs… He didn’t even let me see the eggs…”

“Asshole!” Cynthia yelled without yelling ‘too loud’.

“Oh, right! I just re-called! You were soon about to give birth, just like me, right?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I had them as you can see,” she said, pointing at her own belly, “I’ll tell you about them later when we’ll be out of here, but for now, we need to go get your eggs…”

“One sec!” Néné said while quickly grabbing Cynthia’s shoulder as she was in the process of leaving the room. She stopped her movements. Preventing her from turning around much. “You never mentioned how you got in here. You simply showed up. Just like this…”

“I used the window…”

“Ah, I see… Did you come alone?”

“I did...” She responded as Néné slowly and silently moved closer to Cynthia. Soon, the tip of their noses would touch each other. The private investigator let it all happen. She was never approached by another woman like this before… She remained silent for a while… Néné placed her arms around her and they ultimately kissed.

Cynthia only had enough time to say a brief sentence before she received this kiss from her…

“What are you doing, Néné…?” They kissed on the mouth for a little while before pretty quickly getting into tongue stuff. Clearly being the more dominant one here right (which was a bit odd since she was the youngest of the two), Néné, of course, inserted her tongue the first. With a tiny bit of confusion, Cynthia resisted for a second or two before fully accepting, finally giving in to the excitement. A woman getting aroused and attracted to a Saurius or Urzax man wasn’t the only form of biological, sexual attraction that could happen. When a Saurius or Urzax woman was in close proximity of another female, this kind of attraction was common. And this was exactly what was happening right here in The Count’s private quarters.

Néné slid her right hand inside Cynthia’s skimpy blue skirt and entered in contact with her juicy pussy. That was exactly right. This unexpected turn of events clearly left Cynthia wet down there. She allowed her to play, finger her vagina for a little while before ultimately grabbing her wrist, stopping her.

“Let’s not get too carried away… As I said, we still need to find your eggs…”

“Sure… I forgot for a short moment… Let’s go...” Néné responded.

***

Through the many, corridors and rooms of the castle, the detective made sure they were not getting seen while Néné indicated her where they needed to go. They were making a decent tag team. One that had interesting stealth skills, while the other had a good knowledge of the location. It still took them about twenty minutes to get where they needed to go, downstairs in the medical wing of the castle. This was where Néné heavily suspected her future husband to have brought the eggs. The more they moved forward in the direction of the medical area, the more Cynthia felt cold. Leaving the rustic, wooden, and overall warm ambience that the castle had behind, the corridor they were in had a freezing, clinical aspect to it. The walls around the two girls were of gray and slate colours.

“Are you sure it is that way, Néné?”

“You don’t believe me?” She whispered back.

“I’ll be reassured once we find your eggs,” Cynthia declared.

A few minutes later, the two young women finally made their way into the medical wing. The private investigator was surprised to discover that this ‘pharmaceutics area’ of the castle resembled more of a laboratory rather than somewhere where residents of this location would go to for medical needs. They both remained as silent as possible. Not wanting to run the risk to be heard by someone. Luckily for them, it seemed like there was no one in here.

“Do you see them?”

“I don’t…” Néné nervously responded.

“This is because they are not here. They were never here,” The Count informed them as he entered the room. He didn’t run. He didn’t move fast. He simply, slowly walked in the lab with his two wings tucked like a cape over his shoulders. He looked and felt sophisticated.

“Fuck…” Cynthia jumped after hearing The Count. “… So, this was a trap, Néné, huh…? You had no intention of leaving with your eggs…?”

“...” Néné didn’t say a word…

“Leaving with the eggs? Néné… I’m disappointed… I knew I shouldn’t let you alone with them… But I’m not mad, far from it. You brought this slutty spy to me. I appreciate it,” The Count tranquilly said.

“Aw… He called me a slutty spy… Ufuufu…” Cynthia quietly said to herself, swiftly changing her tune, getting somewhat distracted by The Count’s compliment of calling her ‘slutty’. As she said those words to herself, she momentarily closed her eyes, smiled, quickly placed both of her palms on her cheeks and intensely blushed. She even chuckled a bit.

“Don’t mention it. It’s kind of true that you are indeed pretty slutty after all… I still cannot believe you’re working for that old, ancient Gerald… But this is soon about to change… You will not leave this place…” The Count explained as he clicked on a button on the side of the watch he wore on his left wrist.

Click!

Two seconds after pressing on the button, a strange machine quickly descended from the ceiling of the lab and perfectly lined itself in Cynthia’s back. Surprised, the blue-haired detective barely had enough time to turn around and to catch a quick glimpse at the object as it landed behind her. That machine looked like a dark gray, metallic, vertical spine on which a total of fours arms were attached to. The arms had large neon yellow hands that quickly surrounded Cynthia. From the brief glimpse she got from the machine, this object slightly reminded her of the old vertical coat rack she had in her office. The one she was tied to way back when Richard and his men took care of her. She also had just enough time to look up at the top of the spin to notice a big, comical, round head attached to it. The head had large, goofy, happy-looking eyes that directly stared down at her. Underneath the eyes, there was also a creepy smile. Cynthia tried getting away from the machine but couldn’t as the four arms rapidly grabbed her body. In the end, her back rubbed against the body of the object, she had two hands groping her breasts, and two on the side of her hips.

“What? What is this?” Cynthia yelled out in confusion.

“Cynthia!” Néné screamed as she rushed to the detective’s position.

“This machine is called a: Pleasure Spine. I developed it for many years. You won’t get away from it that easily. It was designed to be highly dominant.” The Count explained as two of the four hands quickly removed the pair of blue pasties that covered her nipples and threw them on the floor. Then, the two other hands simply lifted her ultra-mini skirt up so all of her pussy and most of her ass would be exposed. Cynthia desperately tried to get away from the dominant grasp of this machine with the goal of escaping with Néné (and her eggs) but eventually ceased fighting… The Pleasure Spine had come to her. She randomly started moaning as she was now slowly enjoying this treatment. She smiled and blushed once more. The two upper hands continuously caressed her boobs. Aggressively pinched and pulled her now erect nipples. The two lower hands inserted multiple fingers in her holes. Two fingers penetrated her pussy as a total of three fingers pushed themselves inside of her ass-hole. Néné tried removing the arms from Cynthia’s body but it never worked. It seemed useless to even try.

“Ufuufu… What are these hands even made of? I’ve never felt such material before… Ufuufu…” The aroused private investigator was barely able to ask the maker of this machine as she kept moaning.

“I’m glad you asked… The material I used for both the hands and the arms were primarily constructed of the same biological component found in the skull of the Parasaurolophus species. You know? The Dino with the big, hammerhead? Well, yeah… It was made of Paraminerv. A material that is known to be just as fascinatingly smooth as it is resistant. Making it one of the most enjoyable things to be inserted inside a woman’s body.” The Count said as he walked closer to her and softly pushed Néné out of his way.

“How many creatures did you murder to obtain that much material?” His future wife asked him, furious to learn what he built.

“Does anyone actually care?” He responded to her as he kept pushing her further away from the machine. While Cynthia was already on the verge of reaching her second orgasm in less than five minutes, The Count slowly removed the masquerade mask that she was still wearing, threw it away and proceeded to kiss her on the mouth. He pushed his long tongue down her throat and felt her jutting breasts as she enjoyed her. He then, inserted his extremely big, erect cock into her pussy, now banging her as the Pleasure Spine opened her legs as much as possible, lifting her in the air with ease. At this point, Cynthia realized what Néné had for so long. Someone so powerful and dominant in her life that would use her as a sex-toy basically. Cynthia never thought she would even enjoy such a feeling in the first place, but right now, she did.

After four minutes of hardcore fucking, The Count ejaculated inside of her pussy and pulled out as Néné witnessed everything, powerless. Although, the two lower hands never stopped penetrating her sweet ass-hole. Long, dense strings of cum permanently slid down of her after he pulled out, crashing down on the floor.

“Ufuufu… Why do you look so sad, Néné? Ufuufu…” Cynthia asked her as she still moaning, understandingly shook from her recent orgasm.

“You came to rescue me alone and you got caught… You might as well be dead right now… You will never see the light of day ever again…”

“Why that’s because I kind of lied to you earlier...”

“How come? What do you mean?”

“I told you I came here alone because I predicted that The Count would most-likely have cameras everywhere in this private quarters. But, what can I say? Lying is the best I do. Or… Rather the only decent thing I’m able to do…” Not too long after Cynthia finished her last sentence, two men came into the lab, they were Gerald and his trusty butler, Sebastian. They simply and casually walked into the room of the lab. Nobody else was with them. No guards. Nothing like that. The Count and his future wife quickly turned to them in confusion.

“Daddy?”

“You? How did you even get in here in the first place? Where are my guards?”