DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 29: Reunion

Chapter 29: REUNION

Seeing it coming, but unwilling to do anything about it, the horny detective's wrists were quickly bound together with the length of rope. Her mouth was then quarantined with a large, uneven piece of duct tape. The middle-aged man was holding her in his arms. Holding her soft, thick thighs, while lifting her up into the air, her back resting on the interior wall of the administration building’s foyer. She wrapped herself  around the fat watchman’s body with what free limbs remained. Her right leg placed on top of his left shoulder. Her left leg under his right arm, deep into his armpit. His full eleven inches plunged deep into her pussy as soon as her underwear had been tossed to the side. Cynthia’s breasts jiggled like crazy as she received his bulbous dick in rapid succession. The man’s tongue was sticking out of his mouth, drooling. Fucking such a buxom and beautiful woman on his shift was like a dream come true. Especially since she made the deal to become his wife alongside being kinky enough to fulfill his newfound bondage fetish.

In only a few minutes, Cynthia’s ravager was already breathing heavily and sweating up a storm. If his musky stench wasn’t overbearing enough before, then it certainly was now. He probably shouldn’t have chosen such a difficult position to plow her in right from that start. He was, by his own admission, no expert when it came to sex. Though while the blue-haired vixen could tell that he was desperately struggling to maintain his pace, she at least appreciated his tenacity along with the intensity behind each thrust. Harshly slamming into her cervix with an acceptable frequency and strength. He was certainly doing his best to be as rough with her as he could, even if it was ultimately short-lived... Again. The night watchman’s poor stamina must have been linked to his questionable state of health. With his chubby belly rubbing up against her well toned abdomen, she felt his body begin to tremble as the inevitable approached. The voluptuous harlot let out a low moan as her current partner put everything he had into a strike so deep that his heavy balls slapped against her thick outer labia. The guard throbbed inside her soaking cunt, squirting out his dirty seed all over her inner walls, inseminating his would-be wife.

Cynthia wasn’t necessarily attracted to this man, nor  his relatively short dick compared to any Saurius or Urzax. She was, however, totally into the fact that she had been tied up, taped up, and made love to so vigorously by a man that truly thought he had a shot at impregnating her. Even though he clearly had no right or hope to...

“There. I came! You’re stuck! You’re stuck with my kid! Haaahh!  You’ll be. My wife now? Right?” he asked her while panting for his breath. He slowly stopped supporting her weight and let her slide down to the floor again. Though it was no act of kindness. He simply didn’t have the energy to hold her up for any longer.

She tried responding, but couldn’t. With the piece of tape covering her mouth, she could only mumble.

“Oh! Right,” he quickly peeled the adhesive strip from her mouth, hurting her a little. Not that there was any way to avoid that.

“Ouch! Th-thanks.”

“So, what were you attempting to utter?”

“I was trying to tell you that I don’t think I’ll ever be your wife,” she revealed to him. Taken aback, rejected, he stepped away. Pulling his wet dick out of her sperm-oozing pussy at the same time.

“How come? Why? You said‒”

“‒Not wanting to hurt your feelings, but I highly doubt  you'll ever be able to impregnate me at this rate,” she interrupted him.

“Huh? And why is that?”

“Because, I can’t feel a single thing in any one of my active ova. Nothing. I don’t think your sperm even got close to landing their mark. This is your third ejaculation of the night, Mister. It’s hard to believe that your loads are going to get any stronger than this...”

“What are you saying? That I’m good enough for you? But… But you promised!” He backed off, needing a moment to recover and take this news in. Getting tired of his whining,  Cynthia lowered her arms and compressed her wrists against the rope while twisting. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to break free on her own, not without fantasizing about hunky Saurius men surrounding her with their gargantuan cocks, at least. Channelling another short surge in strength, the genetically enhanced woman quickly tore through the bondage,  Freeing her hands along with herself.

“Sadly, this has nothing to do with what I want. If you’re unable to knock me up with an intimate fuck like that, then I don’t see the point in continuing. You’re not going to get any better before dawn. You should just be satisfied that you were able to get this much mileage out of our interactions. Plus,  I do have  an investigation to return to,” Cynthia crouched down, retrieving the severed lengths of rope from the ground. Still, seemingly exhausted and confused by his own apparent infertility, the watchman barely reacted or even realized what she was attempting. Cynthia walked up to him as more of his semen flowed out of her vagina. There was a decent amount of it, despite the lack of concentrated, virile spermatozoa. Very sensually, she moved her head up to his and kissed him one more time, while taking his arms by force with her Urzax strength and tying up his wrists with one of the rope pieces. The man tried defending himself, but it was too late.

By the time Cynthia was done with him, she had also bound his feet together and duct-taped his mouth. He didn’t put up much resistance at all. Perhaps he had finally given up and accepted his place?

“Sorry I wasn’t the one for you, big guy. Though who knows? Maybe if you work on yourself and get some practice, you’ll have better luck next time... IF we ever meet again. Don’t worry though, I won’t be telling your boss about us. So get some rest while I go downstairs to meet him,” she said as she began to leave the sorry man alone in the dark. The sexually charged investigator was in the process of collecting the scattered pieces of her outfit from around the foyer, thinking of how she would open her upcoming conversation with Pierrot when she suddenly heard a noise behind her. The screeching sound of tape being removed. Cynthia stopped. She dropped what had been gathered and turned around to discover the guard had already freed himself from the awkward position he had just been confined to by the sultry madame. What was this? A fourth wind? Had she weakened the strands of the rope that much when she tore through it earlier? Or was this guy actually that strong? Perhaps she should have learned some better knots... Regardless, he stood behind her at the entrance of the hallway that led to the elevator. Angry. Totally unwilling to let her pass. He was fully erect and ready to assault her once again. Cynthia realized that she had mistaken his earlier signs of cooperation for what was actually the preservation of his strength for this escape attempt. He was still breathing heavily, and sweating like crazy, but she had no choice but to admire his sheer perseverance and willpower. This was one ‘tough-guy’ that wouldn’t be dealt with so easily. She’d have to drain him completely. Taking a deep breath, the naughty private eye gently brushed her hair back and wiped her own sweaty face clean. She puffed out her huge chest and strutted back towards her enemy in a seductive manner, confronting the big watchman.

“Did you really think it would be that easy to get rid of me?” he menaced.

“I was just thinking the exact same thing. Colour me impressed! It’ll be at least a couple of minutes before I can try harnessing that strength again. Though once I can, I could probably use it to knock you out cold, but... Well, to be honest, I admit that it’s not particularly fair of me to write you off completely on our deal. I keep underestimating you, and you keep surprising me in return. Who knows? Maybe you can surprise me some more? I have my doubts, but I’ll keep them to myself from now on. So no more fighting. No escaping. No Resisting. Go at it for as long as you can. Try as many times as you need to impregnate me. Dawn is your only limit.”

Standing right before him now, Cynthia teased the chubby man by softy touching his damp, hairy chest with her delicate fingers. She leaned in closer, standing on the tips of her toes as her massive tits squished against his. “Or at least until your body gives in for good!” She sensually whispered into his right ear before proceeding to swirl her tongue inside.

“Heh! You’re on, bitch!” he immediately slapped her big ass in return. He seemed to have enough spunk left in him. Enough to keep her turned on and moaning at the very least. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his voice. Not even thinking twice about it. Did this cocky bastard seriously still believe he had a solid chance in hell? Not that it really mattered at this point. Regardless of his actual prospects, this horny bluenette was willing to accept everything he had to throw at her with open legs.

***

The clock struck eleven. The thick, sweaty pair were currently lying down together on top of the large wooden desk that was the dimly lit lobby’s centrepiece. Making the nastiest love they could. The man was behind her, his fat cock still digging deep into her juicy pussy. Cynthia’s right leg was being lifted super high in the air as he virtually had all the time in the world to fuck her until he eventually managed to knock her up. Or until his body gave out. Even for talented, professional porn stars, attempting to fuck someone for over eight hours straight with little to no break was an incredibly daunting, borderline impossible task. Something this dumb tub of lard hadn’t exactly considered at the start their deal. Though to be fair, he figured he’d have her pregnant with his kid well before now. At this point, Cynthia had been letting him fuck her for the past thirty minutes or so. During that half-hour, he had come twice inside her, direct cream pies. And she was still not pregnant. He was incredibly frustrated, but that paled in comparison to his stubbornness. He seemed to be fuelled by anger more than passion or perversion at this point. Almost like he was fucking her more to prove a point than anything else. Even though it was still rough sex, and Cynthia adored rough sex, she couldn’t wait to get back to her case. The intensity was still there from time to time, but the “highs” were becoming less frequent. She was actually starting to get kind of bored. Yes, it was decent enough sex. But in the end, it was just the bare minimum needed to satisfy her. Now that she was more accustomed to sex with hulking, savage, dino-beasts, that is. And those brutes didn’t even know the meaning of the word “restraint”. This sex was only “rough” by human standards. She just wasn’t feeling this. At some slower times between ejaculations, she even found her eyes half-closed. It was getting rather late after all. That was the only redeeming feature of this guy at the moment for her. His huge reserves of stamina, and incredibly short refractory period. She would still hold up her end of the bargain if the watchman managed to pull this off. But she secretly hoped he wouldn’t. He’d really helped put things into perspective for her tonight. With her enhanced body the way it was now, after how much it had been stretched out and violated by all sorts of gigantic reptilian cocks, it was getting hard for her to imagine living married to a human now. At least as far as the sex was concerned... Gosh! What am I even thinking about? Just how far have I fallen in such a short period of time!

“How are you so certain that my sperm didn’t manage to knock you up earlier?” he asked her, taking it easy in between some slow thrusts.

“Seriously? Didn’t you know? For centuries, females from each species have had a strong mental connection with our reproductive system. We can all feel our own ovulation and fertilization. They’re both unique sensations... I don’t know if a guy would be able to understand them. But the point is that I’d know instantly if you’d been successful. Though I can’t really say for certain what’s wrong on your end. I have no idea if your sperm are strong enough to swim all the way to my ova and fully penetrate their cell walls. And I’ve got plenty of them active right now. I ran into a bunch of Saurius and Urzax earlier, so I’m highly fertile tonight.” He kneaded her tits with each hand as he listened attentively, hoping to pick up some kind of miracle hint that would help him out. But he was starting to look a little defeated. “Oh, I’m really not trying to discourage you here. I sure hope I’m wrong! I would totally love for you to make me your wife and force me to have your children,” this was a clearly total lie. She just thought that some light encouragement would help him pick up the pace again and get this over with. “Maybe if your first two loads of the night had been directly secreted into my pussy you might have had a chance...” she continued talking to him while he kept pumping his cock into her.

“So you don’t believe in me, huh?”

“Not really, but I am excited to see just how far you can go!”

“Hmmph! Oh, yeah? Then how’s this!”

On that note, he resumed fucking her as strongly and as rapidly as he could. Even surprising her with a couple of thrusts. Squeezing hard, a bit of excess milk from her previous pregnancy dribbled out of her jiggling jugs. In spite of everything, he certainly was improving with each attempt. She had cum once or twice herself, but there had to be a limit on how far he could make it in a single night on pure determination and grit alone…

***

A little over two hours passed. And yet, he was still fucking her. Though they’d both needed a little break here and there. A couple of empty water bottles lay scattered around on the floor beneath them. The nearby vending machine was all out now, and the exhausted night watchman didn’t want to waste any energy making the trek down the hall for the restroom’s tap water. The man came a total of five times since eleven PM, and she was still not pregnant. The more time went on, the more he was dangerously close to running out of fuel completely. Even with them working overtime on production, he had almost nothing left inside his balls. He was most likely entirely out of semen to give to her. However, the last time he ejaculated inside her, about twenty minutes ago, he had come extremely close to knocking her up. He had given her everything he had. His load successfully reached the back of her womb that time, but unfortunately, the weak sperm within weren’t strong or persistent enough to break the barrier defending each ovum, and he failed to fertilize her. It didn’t work. Again. However, what had changed was the frequency of which he had made her cum. He was really getting the hang of sex at this point. Not to mention that even Cynthia’s stamina was being tested by this hour. From time to time, in the height of her climaxes, she actually found herself secretly hoping he would impregnate her hungry womb. But each time, she was met with disappointment. And in the afterglow, that feeling dissipated. Over and over again.

“Oh gawd! I almost thought you had me that last time! But no, still nothing. It sucks. But you know what?”

“Wh-what?”

“I honestly feel like you are getting better at it. Slowly, sure, but it’s kind of weird though.”

“... Why’s... th-that?” He struggled to even form the words.

“Because it’s making me feel as if I’ve been training you or something,” she chuckled. “I’ve never done that with any man before. It’s just amusing is all,” the night watchman kept fucking her slowly, as he had been, for a few more minutes before coming to a full stop and ceasing all movements inside her pussy. He stopped thrusting his dick into her. “H-hey? What’s happening, guard-dude? Plus, it has been a while since you last shot anything inside of me. Are you okay?” not receiving any form of reply, she turned her head around and noticed that the smelly, sweaty guard was now asleep while flopped over, hugging her from behind. Totally unconscious. She had done it. She had broken him. In spite of this obvious conclusion, Cynthia had started to actually believe that she would never be able to fully wear him out. She waited a minute or two longer, just in case he suddenly woke up with another rush of adrenaline. But it wasn’t meant to be. Pulling his no longer hard and extremely red-raw cock from her pussy with easy, Cynthia hopped off the wooden desk. She staggered for a moment after not having stood for quite some time, on top of feeling a ton of useless sperm spilling out of her. It ran down her legs and collected in a gluey pile down on the tiled floor.

She watched him sleep for a bit while wiping herself clean with his own discarded shirt. He looked cute to her. She smiled. In the end, he had given her perhaps the best human sex she’d ever had. Perhaps before everything in her life had been flipped upside down, she could have accepted ending up with a guy like this. But now, it was clear to her that she’d struggle to be sexually satisfied by a human husband. How she felt about that deep down was an entirely different story, and something she’d have to come to terms with some other time. For now, she could finally continue her investigation. She contemplated securing him in some fashion before she left, but decided against it in the end. She’d promised not to resist him, so if he somehow managed to recover and find her once again before dawn, then she had no real reason to refuse yet another attempt. The busty detective fetched her clothes once again, and left him.

Fully “dressed”, Cynthia finally made her way down the hall to the elevator she had spotted earlier. She pressed the button. Waited for the cart to arrive. Entered. And then watched the doors slowly close on her as she tapped the downwards arrow on the control panel. It was half past one in the morning, and Cynthia still had a lot to get done.

***

Cynthia explored the basement of the building, striding quickly now (to make up for lost time) from room-to-room to find the person she had originally come here to see.  Her high-heeled shoes made a carnival of loud, clicking noises as she paced through the large, maze-like basement. Breasts bouncing strongly despite the brassiere and extremely low-cut tank top doing their best. Not to be outdone, her thong-clad ass gyrated softly with each step too.

Even though it should have been uncharted and new territory for her, she couldn’t help but recognize many of the surrounding sights.

I remember the colour of the walls. And the tiles on the floor. I’ve come here before. I’m sure of it. I think‒I think this is where he actually used to live? she recalled as she explored the area. She found lots of nostalgia inside the various storage rooms that contained boxes of outdated park decorations such as signs with clown heads on them and huge wooden advertising panels with the mascot of the park on it: ‘Nuts’, a peanut themed character for children.

Cynthia was standing in one of those rooms right now. Square in the middle of it with those colourful, yet very dirty and rusted park memorabilia all around. Surrounding her.

Oh, right. I remember this guy, thinking back on the old mascot. She blushed when she realized that Nuts actually had huge balls poorly hidden under his pair of loose shorts. Something she hadn’t noticed when she was a kid. She looked around the room, searching for something, searching for any kind of clue that might help. If Pierrot did live down here, then there must be some personal belongings hidden around somewhere. Perhaps they could fill her in on his potential motives. She looked under every nook and cranny until she finally managed to detect something noteworthy inside a dusty old box.

A journal.

She opened it. It was one of his, her dear old friend’s journals. Their relationship had been an odd one now that she thought about it, but Pierrot had been someone that helped her go through a lot during her rough childhood. Judging from the dates in there, it was well over a decade old. Back when Cynthia was still just a little kid. After flipping through the book, she arrived at the last page to find a printed picture of her as a child and the owner of this journal together, hanging out. Taking a selfie. The photograph was pasted to that final page. Cynthia smiled. She hugged the book after closing it. Though she did feel a little guilty. She didn’t even recall the last time she had spoken with him...

All of a sudden, she heard something coming from a nearby room. A strange, ominous continuous banging as if someone was bashing violently against a wall. The blue-haired detective carefully came out of the storage room, journal in hand. She slowed down, taking her time to look around and be as careful as possible. Not wanting  to come head-to-head with another creep or something like that. It was easy to track down the source of the banging as the noise never ceased during her search. When she found the specific room where the sound came from, there wasn’t any light in it. It was completely dark. The noises finally stopped as she stepped inside. Through the darkness, she could make out the faint silhouette of a figure. A large immobile Saurius man.

“It’s you? Right?” Cynthia asked as she slowly and nonchalantly walked in the dark basement of the park. She moved towards the man dressed as a clown. With his back turned to her, she was unable to get a clear look at him.

He didn’t respond.

“The man from my past,” she continued speaking to him while slowly inching closer and closer in the darkness.

He remained silent once more.

“The clown from my childhood,” she kept going.

He kept his mouth shut no matter what. Cynthia walked right up to him and raised her left hand with the intention of touching his shoulder.

“... Pierrot…” The private investigator murmured to the man just before she made first contact.

Almost as soon as the clown heard his name–the lights came flashing on, and he quickly spun around to  reveal what he was doing. Unveiled what he was hiding in his hands–a pistol. A strange, candy themed, colourful handgun with a plastic syringe protruding from the end of the barrel. He raised the weapon in the air and pointed it towards the detective. With this sudden change, Cynthia never had the opportunity to touch the man’s shoulder.

The clown Saurius grinned maniacally.

“... This... Name…”

“Holy fuck! What’s wrong with you?” She shouted as she first saw the weird weapon and threw up her hands in surrender. The journal accidentally flung from her grip amidst the panic, scattering across the floor behind her.

“Get out. This is my park,” he grunted. “You won’t take my park away from me!”

“Pierrot, it’s me! Cynthia! The little girl! Don’t you remember?” She tried to reason with him.

“I said: Get out of my park.”

“I was looking for you. I wanted to talk to you.”

Click!

Bang!

Pierrot, the clown Saurius pulled the trigger of the gun and outright shot Cynthia, the grownup kid he had tried to cheer up all those years ago. The plastic syringe was ejected and struck the frightened detective’s right arm as she quickly pivoted, jutting her arm out in front of her in the hopes of shielding her upper torso.

Once the syringe had pierced the surface of her beautiful skin with its sharp needle, the “hard-boiled” investigator discovered what was contained inside. The contents of the fired ‘bullet’ was actually semen. A concoction of Saurius sperm.

“What the hell is this? Oh, fuck!” Cynthia yelled in confusion, pain, and distress. “This is condensed blood semen, isn’t it?” she noticed a light red colour permeating throughout the mostly white mixture, recognizing what it was.  She’d heard of it before.

A rare kind of Saurius sperm, produced only by some,  that has various effects on “lesser species” such as Humans, including partially manipulating and bending their minds. This strange type of semen usually travels through blood cells. This is bad. This is terrible! Cynthia thought, starting to panic as she observed the syringe jabbing deep into her arm.

“I told you to get the hell out of my park,” he insisted.

“Why did you do this? I’m not here to take the park away from you. It’s me, Cynthia. And I don’t get it? How do you have blood sperm? It’s an illegal substance. And extremely expensive! There’s no way you could have afforded something like this,” she shouted at him.

With the cum awkwardly but surely transfusing into her veins, Cynthia accidentally dropped to her knees in front of the clown. Her big boobs almost jumped out of her skimpy top as she fell to the ground. Getting lower made her realize that Pierrot already had his penis taken out of his loose clown pants. Pierrot was from an Apatosaurus breed. His cock was long and thick although it had a strange, awkward curved shape to it, exactly just like the base of his neck and head. His magnificent dick was twenty-inches-long and his reptilian balls extremely wide and heavy. The pair of trousers had a special hole in the front of the crotch area especially created for needs such as going to restrooms or even something a little kinkier. Despite still being very much hard, it was made extremely clear that Pierrot had just recently ejaculated. The tip of his glans still had a decent amount of sperm slowly dribbling off of it.

Cynthia took one more look down at the sizeable amount of jizz within the interior of the syringe, the cum mixture that was currently mixing into her blood at an alarming rate. She put one and two together.

The majority of the semen inside the syringe was obviously his.

Probably mixed up with a tiny amount of blood sperm. The substance was extremely difficult to find and ludicrously expensive, so he must have had to add in some of his own cum to dilute it. It probably wouldn’t be enough to tame a Saurius woman, but a mere Human? Absolutely. What a cheap pig.

The syringe quickly emptied itself before Cynthia even had the chance to take it out of her arm. She eventually did, a few seconds after it had run out of jizz to inject.

“Saurius blood sperm injected right into the bloodstream of a Human woman has the effect of breaking her mind. You’ll become my puppet now,” Pierrot declared to her, resting the spent pistol down on the workbench beside him with one hand, and stroking the length of his massive shaft with the other. Getting it nice and ready for his soon-to-be willing partner.

In only a few seconds, Cynthia’s eyes started flickering. She looked a little sleepier than she did a moment ago, although her pupils were now rather dilated. Then, she slowly leaned a little closer towards the clown she was kneeling before and pulled his big, fat, Saurius cock into her filthy mouth. Pierrot didn’t have to lift a finger. She was doing all of the work. It was all her. He petted her head as his glans slid right into her mouth like a knife into butter. Her large, wet lips only helped the fast process of inserting himself into her. This clearly wasn’t her first rodeo with a cock this impressive.

The blow-job had officially begun.

Three blow-jobs in one night? What is this? A blow-job themed park now or something? She questioned airheadedly with her last truly free thoughts.

It was never forced upon the detective. It actually only took about three or four inches of his fiery, savage cock passing down her throat for her to feel such extreme arousal that she broke, accepting everything that was happening to her. The Saurius blood sperm had already completely tamed her mind.

The sexy doll breathed through her nose. Closed her eyes. Blushed. And slowly moved her head back and forth. The clown kept stroking  her beautiful, blue hair. She continued doing all the work, all willingly. Cynthia tasted the residual sperm he had previously shot out of his dick that remained on his glans and upper shaft. She took all of it with her tongue and swallowed everything. It quickly travelled down her throat. She could taste the salty, delicious taste and thickness of it. A world of differences with the guard she had tasted outside which had a lot less flavour to it. He was only human, after all. Simply based on its taste and density, she knew Pierrot’s sperm would knock her up if he were to come inside her. If he were to unload in her womb, this would be disastrous for Cynthia. Tasting it set off her ovaries like crazy. She felt her womb bubbling with passion as one more ovum was fired down each fallopian tube. She had already released a ton of them earlier while being chased down by the pack of deinonychuses, and then later on the bus. But this was something different. The night watchman had never made her feel this way in all the hours they’d spent together. And she’d only been in Pierrot’s presence for a little over two minutes!

After swallowing the leftovers from his past, recent load, the young woman finally re-opened her eyes again. She immediately and exclusively laid her sweet, lovely eyes on the Saurius that had been staring at her intently ever since the beginning of this blow-job. Cynthia used her delicate hands, her smooth fingers, to rub his penis during the fellatio, stimulating him much more that way. Her tongue worked wonders from the inside too. She slobbered, drooled and gagged, but never took the mighty cock out of her slutty mouth hole. She even picked up the pace after a minute or two. Showing off just how much of a blow-job expert she’d become in a few short weeks. A natural talent to be sure. This was what she was built for. What she was meant to do.

A few additional minutes into the depraved sexual activity that was unfolding beneath the park, Cynthia suddenly noticed that the part of her arm that had been hit earlier had slowly changed over time. Her arm now had a large, rounded lump on the side of it. Curious, Cynthia momentarily stopped masturbating the clown Saurius and softly poked the squishy-looking bump with her index finger. It almost automatically triggered the bump to squirt a tiny amount of white semen, right in the middle of her face, primarily at the centre of her forehead. It then slowly slid down onto the top of her nose.

“Cum overload. My bad,” Pierrot chuckled. Obviously making a false apology. “Hold on! You were able to squirt some semen out of the injection site? This shouldn’t be the case. The blood sperm should have removed all of your free will as a Human. By now, you should be nothing but my mindless cocksleeve and that pimple should have totally coagulated and started to dissipate. Why the fuck is it taking this long!?,” he started to fret again. Pierrot was now panicking even more than he already had been when Cynthia first showed up. She withdrew his cock from her throat momentarily.

“It hurts when I touch it. It’s burning me,” Cynthia admitted what she felt to her new master.

“This is because you are not supposed to touch it, you dumb bimbo! You should be bound to leave it alone! Normally, any other Humans would not be able to move as much as you are after being injected with blood sperm. You shouldn’t even be able to talk at all! It makes no sense whatsoever,” Pierrot went on and on about not understanding what was happening. She stopped touching and poking at the nasty, erotic, twitching lump for the time being because it clearly hurt too much. Not wanting to upset her “owner” she quickly gobbled down his dick once more. Turning her eyes up to Pierrot as she resumed her sucking, she made intimate eye contact and even seductively winked at him. A little apology for being such a troublesome slave just now. Seeing her staring up at him like this turned him on more than ever before. It was enough to make his already gargantuan cock swell up even more inside her throat. But she could take it. She was a good girl. A perfect, obedient, slut exchanging eye-contact with him while sucking vigorously on his dick was like a delicious candy treat for him. Especially when that perfect, obedient, slut just so happened to be the cute little girl from his past, all grown up and flowered into a fine, fertile bitch in heat.

Looking beyond his eyes, Cynthia found herself taking in every detail about his painted face. It was almost too much information for her possessed, bimbo mind to process. Though she did find one detail to be particularly peculiar for some reason. She didn’t know why, but it screamed out to her as something unusual. She observed that Pierrot wore a strange device sticking out from behind the back of his head. An accessory she didn’t remember noticing years ago with the rest of his clown outfit. The device was of a dark, golden colour with fake, metallic fangs all over it. They made it look as if the back of his head was being bitten and devoured by a jaw full of dinosaur fangs. Every few moments, a little LED light on the side blinked red...

What is that? Cynthia managed to ask herself. Poking at the inflated cum bump earlier could have possibly helped negate some blood sperm’s power over her. Just barely, she seemed able to form inquisitive thoughts of her own again.

Noticing that his cum dump had suddenly slowed her pace, right when things were heating up, Pierrot grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed down on the back of her head, taking the initiative for the first time.

“What are you slowing down for, whore? Hurry up! Finish what you started!” Pierrot ordered her, beginning to thrust into her with his hips too. He was tired of waiting. He desired to feel the full length of his twenty-inch shaft jammed down her throat. Still under the effects of the blood sperm, Cynthia organically complied, allowing him to eventually force himself down balls deep. It was a snug fit to be sure. Resting there for several moments with his heavy ball sack draped across her beautiful face. He couldn’t see it, but her eyes soon rolled back as she started gagging even more than before. To her master’s surprise, she frantically started tapping on his upper things with both hands. A signal that she needed air.“What the fuck is this!? Why is a part of her still resisting? Did she expel too much of the substance before it was absorbed? No even before that she was-” The slapping on his thigh got harder. Borderline violent. Which was also odd to Pierrot given that she was Human. Disgruntled, he leaned back and slid his soaking wet reptile cock out from her throat. Cynthia fell from her knees to her hands, gasping for oxygen. The long-necked, Saurius annoyedly tapped his oversized clown shoe on the floor as he waited for her to recover. What was he to do? He didn’t have any more blood sperm to give her. He didn’t want this getting “messy”. But if that’s the way it had to be...

By the time she had filled her lungs, Cynthia forgot why she had even protested in the first place. A little voice at the back of her head was shouting something faint at her, though too faint to make out. At least when compared with the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment she was being urged to feel at letting down her new Saurius owner. Wishing to quickly make amends, she stood up. On her tippy toes, she reached up to pull his neck down towards hers and kissed the old man on his lips. Passionately, their tongues swirled and rubbed against one another in a twister of love and perverted motions. Now this is more like it! Pierrot thought. Perhaps it’s just taking a bit longer for the effects to properly kick in... Even more aroused and horny that he already was ten seconds ago, Pierrot aggressively grabbed her dark khaki-green tank top by the cleavage seam and pulled on it as strongly as he could with both of his giant hands‒tearing it apart‒letting the many pieces fall to the surrounding ground. Down to her DNA Valkyrie prototype, the clown saurius tried ripping it off her chest using his strength as well, but was unable. He had trouble understanding why this odd piece of lingerie was so durable to begin with. But then, he noticed that her nipples were tightly nestled into narrow sockets. Seeing this, he pulled on the socket on his right, freeing it and partially undoing her bra with a brief flash of golden light that he didn’t question in his fit of lust. Just like a wild animal, Pierrot went down on her one exposed nipple and pretended to chew on it for the longest time before sucking on it. As her master devoured her exposed tit, Cynthia grabbed his Saurius cock in the palm of her right hand, rubbing and masturbating him while he sucked on her nipple. Since she was having an affair with a Saurius man, one she knew from her childhood at that, this triggered a lot of sensations inside her. It made her feel something on an emotional level. Her feelings were all weird. Messed up. She was head over heels for the most part. She wanted nothing more than to serve. But that little annoying voice was still there. It seemed like it was trying to express how morally wrong this was. Cynthia didn’t understand, but it kept nagging at her. She couldn’t silence it. It wanted her to play around with that strange, cum filled lump on her forearm again...

While Pierrot was totally distracted by her charms and milky breasts, Cynthia as subtly as possible reached out to pop the pimple on her right arm. She had bargained with herself that her master would come to appreciate a “naughty” girl who stepped out of line and required “punishment”. Though it was still a mental and physical challenge. It was as if her body didn’t want her to do it. She tried pulling her hand closer to the target, but her left arm was held in place as if by an invisible person’s grip. But then, at that moment, the nipple that was still in its socket glowed its typical orange-copper colour. It glowed bright. And then, slowly, but surely, Cynthia was able to fight against the restraints imposed by the blood sperm circulating throughout her veins. She reached the swelling on her right arm, squeezed it with her fingers, popping it with a burst.

An oddly huge amount of semen was squirted out of it‒ironically‒at the exact same time, Pierrot ejaculated and shot a huge load as she was masturbating him. Relief. Unleashed. Cynthia was released from the mind control caused by the blood sperm as a fresh batch of regular cum splashed against her belly.

Instead of wasting any more time acting as his slave, Cynthia quickly let go of his dirty, dino dick. Aggressively, she grabbed the strange, golden mechanical device with the dino fangs lodged in the back of his head and tried forcing it out of his skull. Pulling on it as hard as she possibly could. Whatever the fuck was wrong with her old friend, it had something to do with this thing. She was sure of it! Sadly, the device was digging too deep into his cranium. She wasn’t able to get very far at all in the little time she had. It didn’t take long before Pierrot lifted his head, fully standing up and towering above her. Noticing exactly what that sneaky woman had just tried to pull! He slapped her hand away, disrupting her, staring at her right in the eyes. Confirming for himself that she had somehow regained full control of her body and soul.

Oops, she thought when she saw firsthand how mad he now was. She stepped away from him. Backing off as much as she could while keeping calm and remaining as careful as possible.

“W-wait! Umm… Whatever it is that you’re thinking right now. It’s… Errr… It’s n-not that!?,” she blabbered out, in a pathetic attempt to reason with him.

“So, you somehow escaped the control of the blood sperm? How did you manage to pull off something like this?” he asked her, dangerously getting closer and closer toward her.

“I- I don’t know. I legit don’t know,” she didn’t lie about that, technically. She had no idea why a tiny part of her subconscious was able to remain lucid during her temporary enslavement. Her only guess was that it had something to do with the DNA Valkyrie prototype again...

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll make you my slave again, my way.”

“What does that mean?” and before she could finish her sentence, the clown Saurius came up to her, grabbed the back of her head just like she tried doing earlier with him, and kissed her like a pig. Lips to lips. His filthy, long saurius tongue inserted in her mouth. Poisoning her with his lust. The truth was that he didn’t need his blood sperm to make this slut his. He french-kissed her while stripping her bare. Peeling off the remaining half of her bra as if it were the wings off a fly. Soon, she would be left with nothing but her high-heeled shoes. He always kept kissing her and making his tongue swirl all over the interior of her mouth and throat as he undressed her. Even when it came time to tear off her delicate thong. That one, minuscule, pinky-purple thong that had been soaking in her overflowing pussy juices this whole time. He took a great deal of intimate, personal pleasure tearing it apart as he brutally peeled it free from her body. And that was it. Her brand-new outfit that she had only received earlier in the afternoon. Now completely ruined and unwearable. It hadn’t even been nine hours yet! Hopefully Sebastian had ordered more than just this one set of clothing for her… Not that she was too concerned with what she’d be wearing right at this dangerous moment. On the contrary, she was much more concerned with the fact that this violent brute would soon be wearing her about his oversized cock!

Only once bare did he cease kissing her and take back his tongue. Now, it was time to finally have her for real. He lifted her up with ease, carried her into one corner of the room and pushed her weak, human body against the wall. Her legs were already fully opened for him. She just couldn’t help herself. Obscene fluids accidentally squirted out from her pink vagina, lubing up his dino dick. He aimed at the right spot and shoved his erect cock up into her pussy as he kept holding her in the air with his old, but still quite strong Saurius arms. She came immediately.

He fucked her. No. He blasted her pussy with barbaric might and power. You could tell this senior, Saurius man hadn’t had a nice, young pussy like this in forever. He was unleashing everything he had on her. Everything that was left inside of him. He pumped her cunt with a sharp velocity, unlocking a ton of different stages of pleasures in her. It was night and day with the sleeping guard up above. He hadn’t done that much for her in the end. But this Saurius down here, this was a real fucking! She completely loved it. Pierrot was right! Blood sperm or not, he was going to make her his if she didn’t resist. And fast! She could already feel another climax coming on. At this rate, he was going to trap her in a never ending orgasmic cycle. If she was going to act, she needed to time it perfectly during one of the afterglows. She couldn’t rely upon herself to focus at any other point. His sagging, but quickly replenished saurius balls kept bouncing up and down. Constantly, harshly slapping the entrance of her butt-hole while fucking her. Cynthia couldn’t speak much during this moment. She found herself moaning like the whore she now was at the top of her lungs. The few times she remembered the objective of her mission, she tried shouting for him to snap out of it, pleading with him that this was wrong for them. But it was a lost cause. There was no getting through to him. At least, not while that darned jaw device was latched onto his head. And then she was back, moaning, enjoying everything that the clown had to offer her. In no time, he would probably ejaculate inside and impregnate her. And not just pathetic attempts like with the guard outside. If this savage unloaded inside of his bitch, he would undeniably knock her up with plenty of strong Saurius offspring. Even at his advanced age.

This was when she knew she had no choice. As much as she secretly desired to be tamed by him and turned into his broodmare, it just wasn’t right! Especially when this wasn’t the man she knew. Not really. She had to try one last time to get out of this situation. To pull the golden, mechanical device from the back of his head. As the Saurius clown kept fucking her, harder and harder, she came violently once more, before quickly focusing andleaning forward. She reached for the device and tried to grab it. It took her a few tries, but she ultimately managed to wrap the fingers of her right hand around. Taking possession over it as the Saurius was busy fucking her as quickly as he could. Building up to his next climax so that he could seal the deal. Cynthia proceeded to yank on it. Just like last time, it was tough as hell to dislodge from his skull. But she still had her ace in the hole. If she was unable to resist the desire for this rapidly approaching impregnation, then she would just have to embrace it! Fuelling her enhanced strength with the incredibly lewd and taboo feelings she was having for this older man from her childhood. Vivid mental imagery of Pierrot cumflating her womb and planting his still virile seed in each of her fertile ova was so stimulating for her that it was hard to maintain focus. But all Cynthia needed was just one more split-second outburst from her inherited Dino DNA to win this fight. She pulled, pulled, pulled, as hard as possible until she was eventually able to do so.

Plock!

It made a loud noise when the jaw of dino fangs was finally pulled free from his cranium. She did it. She did it! The lewd investigator held the mechanical device in her right hand while smiling ear-to-ear. When it was fully removed from his head, she broke it into pieces, crushing it with her surge of strength before it ran out. She was so happy she had been able to take it off of him. Opposedly, Pierrot quickly stopped smiling his creepy smile and accidentally fell down on top of a table behind him. Taking his huge, throbbing, inflamed cock with him. Cynthia was unfortunately dropped to the ground in the corner of the room. She was okay though, landing on her big, thick butt. However, Pierrot was not.

He ultimately writhed about while clutching his own head with both hands. He screamed in pain after hitting the surface of the table with his back.

“My head! My head!”

“Pierrot! Pierrot! Are you alright?” She said while struggling to her feet and rushing to his aide. She reassuringly placed one hand on his shoulder, doing what she had originally meant to do earlier upon first meeting him. She was here to help. To do whatever he needed without question.

“No! My head! My head! You need to give me more head and it’ll help!” He kept screaming. Surprised but well-informed by what he just said to her, Cynthia bent over and continued the blow-job she started earlier. Since he had been mere moments away from ejaculating, the old Saurius man’s raw penis was engorged all the way up to its absolute maximum size. It was quite the challenge, but nothing the slutty detective and her plump, bimbo lips couldn’t handle.

She gobbled & sucked his hard dick once again for a few minutes longer. This time it wasn’t about pretending to be a sex-slave or to play any game for the sake of distraction, it was about helping this man she had known in the past. She even did her best to take him all the way, just like he had wanted before when they were each under various forms of mind control. Gagging on his Saurius member and caressing his balls a bit longer ultimately proved to be enough for the old clown to ejaculate for a third time today. Pierrot unloaded right into her mouth, spraying his fresh, warm semen down her throat. Cynthia, cumming herself, took every drop of it inside her stomach and didn’t let him out of her until he was finally done. With her belly inflated, her womb seemed depressed, having been deprived of its greatly anticipated reward once again. Cynthia herself, however, was especially relieved. The fact that she had so intensely fucked with Pierrot was embarrassing enough. Bearing his children on top of that would have made it far too awkward to stand!

Not too long after taking his member out of the interior of her mouth, Pierrot slowly started getting back to the Saurius Cynthia remembered knowing when she was a kid. The pain he felt in his head began to fade once he had gotten some more “head”. He sat on the edge of the table he was previously lying down on.

“Do you feel any better?”

“Yes. I feel better now... Is that really you?... Cynthia...?” she simply nodded as a response as she wiped away the remains of his load that accidentally exited her mouth and had gotten all over her thick lips.

“... I can’t, I can’t believe it. Seeing you again after all that time. What are you doing here?”

“Investigating the case of a missing person. What happened to you?”

“It’s all dark and foggy but I remember getting attacked. They put this strange device in the back of my head and I then no longer felt like myself. They wanted me to close the park for some obscure reason. I said no. They ultimately stole the deed from me anyway I think. It’s all so terribly fuzzy...”

“Who did that?”

“A Saurius. One that could fly. Probably one from a Pteranodon breed if I recall. You just said that you are looking for someone that disappeared?”

“Yeah. The daughter of my client. A young, rich girl. She came here one night and was never seen again. I was hoping you could help me. I thought you might know something since you’ve been working here for decades at this point. I still can’t believe you managed to become the legit owner of this park after all these years.”

“More or less. Like I just said, this guy took it away from me, closed it, and… Oh, no! It’s been scheduled for demolition next week…”

“Fuck! That’s right! I heard that earlier from the night watchman…” Cynthia was reminded of.

“Did the daughter of your client have white hair by any chance?”

“Yes. That’s exactly right. Why?”

“Because if the person you are investigating the disappearance of is the young lady I have in mind... Well, I might have seen her.”

“Where?”

“She was with the flying Saurius that beat me up, did this to me, and stole the park. She was with him. She looked like his associate or the like.”

“... Is... That... So...?”

“Yes…”

“And did you hear where they were going?”

“I- I don’t… Wait. The only place I remember them mentioning was… Ah! Rusted Fangs street, downtown…” but then, his head started hurting again, just like earlier. Pierrot wasn’t feeling well at all. The device had done something deeply disturbing to him. At his age, he probably couldn’t handle all the adverse effects very well. It was going to be a difficult recovery. Trying to make him feel a bit better, Cynthia got up and went to fetch the journal from the floor. His journal. She knelt down and handed it to him.

“I found your journal earlier. Do you remember it?” Pierrot opened it up and flicked through the pages. A gradual and far less creepy smile spread across his face when he reached the final entry. The old, dusty selfie that the two of them had taken together, all those years ago. Much fonder years indeed...