DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 28: Intensifies

CHAPTER 28: INTENSIFIES

The motivated detective fully revealed her left boob to the night watchman who was blocking her road to the answers she was hunting for. Unplugging and disconnecting her tit from the organic, ancient-looking piece of clothing proved to be a slightly painful, yet still pleasurable experience for her.

Cynthia’s breast jiggled, defying gravity as it’s thick nipple wobbled free from it’s imprisoning socket. She attempted to lift her tank top higher up in order to expose the remaining tit, but was unable to best its impressive weight. Eager to set the snared melon free, the promiscuous detective shook her chest from side to side until the bouncy jug slipped free. Satisfied, she rolled her top up above her heavy boobs and gave a smirk as she noticed the darting eyes of the watchman widening like crazy. He couldn’t fathom the sheer concept of what was unfolding in front of him during tonight’s shift. With how this low-paying job had been explained by his employer, he had envisioned receiving visits from a few teenagers trying to have some fun, roaming around the park after hours. Not a fully grown woman flashing her titties at him! What was going on here?

“How’s the view, hon?” Cynthia asked, winking at the dumbstruck man who audibly gulped. “Tell me what I need to know and I’ll unplug the other nipple. Maybe even let you have a squeeze if I like what I hear.”

“N-Nobody. Nobody ever comes here. Nobody’s ever ventured into these park grounds since they were first closed to the public... What are you doing here? What kind of investigation are you conducting exactly?” the watchman quivered at her, obviously trying his best to ignore the fact that this woman was attempting to seduce him for information. Trying his best to resist.

“Oh? What’s this? I’m showing you my boob and all I get in return are these pesky little questions? Are you sure you want to pass on such a perfect opportunity?”

“I-I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. Now!” he insisted. Clearly against the ‘better’ judgement of his growing erection.

“Wow, you really don’t want me to be here, right?” She said while disappointingly inserting her left nipple back into its respective plug on the fossil brassiere. It was a strong feeling just like during the other times. She felt submerged with energy. She instantly looked up at the sky, blushed, and widely opened her mouth as she quietly moaned. It kind of felt like going out in the cold night during the Winter, underdressed for a while before coming back inside to warm up. That type of intense contrast. She sensed her body quickly getting warmer again.

“It’s t-trespassing! You are trespassing! This is now p-private property!” he fretted while slowly inching closer to her with such overly cautious body language that it made Cynthia giggle to herself.

Is this joke? What is this stupid-ass night watchmen even afraid of? Being shot or something? The only place I could have possibly concealed a weapon would have been between my cleavage and he’s already seen that. This is getting ridiculous. I haven’t done anything to put him on edge like this, she thought, as the unnecessarily afraid man caused her to chuckle at the worst of times. It only seemed to make him raise his guard alongside his eyebrow. She covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, shamelessly attempting to hide her laughter or at least muffle it a bit.

“What is going on here? Are you masturbating or something?” the man asked, quickly switching topics as he tried to make sense of the lewd noises the strange vixen had made just moments ago. He wasn’t quite sure what her endgame was here, but he didn’t want to screw this gig up. It didn’t matter how attractive or arousing this young, healthy, fertile woman was. At this point in his depressing life, he needed the money far more than he needed the pussy. At least, that’s what he currently struggled to convince himself of...

“Masturbating? With my breasts? And how exactly would I manage that? I’m not even close to touching my crotch. I’m simply putting my bra back on since you obviously weren’t interested. That’s all,’’ she informed him.

“That’s not it. I’ve never said that I wasn’t interested. I just‒I can’t just be swayed that easily. Besides, it looked to me like you were pinching your own nipple for pleasure?” he replied.

“And that’s how women masturbate according to you?” she couldn’t believe her ears. This washed up, middle aged guy clearly didn’t have much experience with women. The way he nervously sputtered out his words and avoided eye contact spoke to that. Had he even seen a woman naked up close before? Cynthia didn’t know what to make of this sweaty, overweight dude. She was much better at playing confident men who knew exactly what they wanted. This guy seemed more like a loose cannon to her. She almost pitied him, but not in that way. He was definitely the opposite of her type. Still, it probably couldn’t hurt to try her luck. Push him a little more and see what snaps in her favor...

“Um. What kind of bra is that anyway? And what kind of detective are you?” he continued to question the intruder as he reached for his nightstick. It was a special design that folded in half and hung off the side of his leather belt. The watchman grabbed it and swung it very fast in the air, automatically triggering the object to unfold, making it whole.

Shrink!

The man then pointed his weapon at her, with nervous hands dripping of sweat.

“Oh? And what exactly are you going to do with that long, long stick of yours?” Cynthia antagonized. Now, this was a little more her style.

“Y-you know what? Forget it! You… You’re clearly up to no good here! I don’t know your angle, but you’re for sure going to get me fired at this rate! I’m taking you in for questioning. That way, my boss can decide what to do with you.”

“What are you on about, big guy? You need to relax. You wouldn’t be risking your job by simply helping out a detective-in-need in exchange of some‒benefits‒” Now things were getting interesting. This kind of scenario was much more familiar to the mischievous private eye. While the other two races were something still very new to her, she’d never had any qualms about using her body to extract info from humans before. Men and women, all shapes and sizes. If it was for a case, Cynthia did whatever she could. A solved case meant cash, after all. She leaned back against a chain-link metal fence, her butt comfortably digging into it. She held onto her own chest, placing her arms in an ‘x’ formation, going across her soft tits. This mild physical pressure on her upper torso pushed her boobs up slightly into the air. Expanding the already deep view of her cleavage while also causing her nipples to dig deeper into their respective sockets. Her face and the rest of her body heated up because of this. The cold night breeze might as well have been sauna steam to her. It hadn’t been all that long since the bus ride, but the busty bluenettes’ sex drive was slowly but surely rising once again.

“Come on lady, this is over. You’re a hottie for sure, but I have a job to do here. I’ve been instructed to apprehend any nosy individuals that show up here. On the off-chance that someone of your ilk actually is a detective, then I can’t trust a single word that comes out of those seductive, dick-sucking lips of yours. ”

“So, what now? Are you really going to detain me? Lock me up as your defenseless little prisoner with no way to resist?” Cynthia continued to tease the poor soul.

“N-normally, I’d take you to the nearest police station... But I’m alone on the job tonight... So‒”

“‒Aw. That must be quite lonely, then,” she latched on and ran with this angle, cutting him off to put words in his mouth and keep the atmosphere as erotic as possible. Toying with his emotions as best she could. Always trying to sneak spasms of sexual tensions into their conversation.

“It’s f-fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. A-and don’t change the subject!”

“Oh but I do worry! It’s got to be such a lonely life if you’re spending your friday night guarding this depressing place all by yourself.” She leaned forward.

“S-stay back! And p-pull your top back down! If you keep trying to seduce me with all that exposed skin then I’ll have no choice but to ready my stick and t-take action!”

“Oh, please ready your stick for me!” Moaned Cynthia as she did her best porn-star impression, a voice she typically donned while masquerading as The Blue Heart at her old night job. Taking a daring step towards her prey, her brand-new ultra mini skirt suddenly split apart into two different halves. The damage that had been done earlier by the iron gate has finally proven itself to be fatal. The final thread of her skirt’s already weakened waistband had gotten caught on the chain link fence behind her. This hasty movement forward appeared to be the last straw.

The two desecrated halves of the skirt tranquilly fluttered down to meet her beautifully high-heeled feet, leaving her tiny, pink thong fully exposed.

“Oops! I swear, that was totally an accident.”

“I-I’m through with this! I warned you!” He yelled at her as he clicked down a button on the textured grip of his nightstick. It automatically powered an electrified spark on the far end of the weapon. Double oops! As it turned out, she was actually facing a stun baton!

The watchman charged at Cynthia and swung the nightstick at her, attacking the detective. Unable to avoid the strike, she received the powerful blow right on her chest. Dead center on the fossil brassiere. Luckily for her, just as it had earlier with the Deinonychus, the prototype glowed and acted as a shield for her body.

Crack!

The nightstick broke in half right after rebounding off the mysterious brassiere.

Cynthia re-opened her eyes, looked up, and discovered that his weapon had been divided into two pieces. The watchman held both of them in different hands. Completely bamboozled.

A beat.

After three seconds of awkward silence and confusion, Cynthia decided to improvise and go along with the flow before he started asking even more troubling questions. Dropping to her knees, she began crawling on all fours, pretending to collect the tattered segments of her ripped up skirt.

“Would you mind helping me pick up these pieces? I feel so terrible right now. So embarrassed! I think it was wrong of me to come here in the first place. In the end, I only bothered you and wasted your precious time,” she apologized and made up bogus excuses for pretty much everything. Completely ignoring his sudden assault and the resultant spectacle that had just occurred thanks to the DNA Valkyrie plugged in to her chest. Changing tune and playing the victim, she looked up at him from below with big watery eyes. Far from being the best actress around, she somehow still managed to catch this hopeless guy. The watchman hesitantly stepped forward and knelt down next to the woman in apparent distress.

“I… I’m sorry if I just scared you there. D-don’t feel embarrassed or bad. Everybody makes mistakes. This was just an honest accident... At least…  I hope so,” he picked up one of the skirt halves and handed it out to her. “Alright. Tell you what. If you agree to leave right now, I won’t include you in the report I need to write later on towards the end of my shift. Does that work for you?” he offered her this opportunity.

“Y‒Yes. Thank you! That totally works for me,” the guard was relieved. He was finally getting rid of her. Just in time too! Being this close to her, with this much of her body exposed, it was getting rather difficult to contain himself, or his bulging erection for that matter. He’d need to jerk it real hard, later on, to get this image out of his head.

“Good.”

“Although...”

Oh, no! The nightwatchman opened his eyes quickly, this young woman wasn’t through with him yet! “I can’t help but keep thinking about how lonely you must be with this job...” she continued.

“N-no. I’m okay. Really!”

“Don’t you wish you had someone to keep you company from time to time?” she asked him. This was when the man finally started cracking. He blushed as his raging boner almost burst out of his tight-fitting pants. She could clearly tell that this guy was a real tent pitcher for sure. Not bad, for a human…

“To be honest, I always wanted a wife.”

“Awww, you do?”

“I’ve long since yearned for a woman of my own to spend such nights with. But I don’t really get out all that much...”

Taking the time to line herself up, Cynthia slowly raised her chest up as she returned to a seated position on her knees. Just as planned, the long cock bulge in his pants conveniently slipped in above the brassiere as she got up, disrupting it, causing it to wobble and twitch. Normally, such a major clothing disruption would make any bra have some sort of malfunction. Especially with how the imperial regime tended to poorly design women’s lingerie on purpose. However, since Cynthia’s bra was nothing conventional and the solid, metallic frame of it was held nice and tight to both her upper back and neck‒the engineered brassiere, in the end, simply came very close to coming undone. However, the ever present crotch distortion that was the watchman’s member had fortuitously throbbed its way between a pair of fossilized bones that made up a part of the right cup’s frame and got momentarily jammed! It surprised both of them. Not exactly what she had in mind, but it’d work out all the same. Embarrassed and ashamed, the night watchman desperately tried yanking his boner out from it’s lodged position. And thanks to his fat glans swelling up and remaining anchored behind her bra frame, he accidentally pulled everything with him! Taken apart from her chest: her nipples were removed from their respective sockets; the back and neck straps came undone; the prototype fell over onto the concrete floor of the amphitheatre’s stand; and Cynthia’s huge balloons exploded outwards and jiggled free, showing the lucky guard everything.

“Oh my!? Would you look at that! Seems that naughty knob of yours couldn’t keep its hands to itself! Ufufu...”

“I... I am so sorry ma'am. I don’t… This was entirely an accident, I swear! I was only trying to…  But it didn’t really work... Let me help fix your-” but then, before the flustered man could even finish his sentence, the mischievous Cynthia swiftly unzipped the zipper of the man’s pants and fetched for his obscenely erect, fat cock inside, pulling it out through the opening of his underwear. His girthy, eleven-inch long dick was now in the open. Staring at Cynthia’s pleasantly surprised face as she was sitting on her knees. I knew it! I suspected this tubby, old lecher was packing some serious heat. Just goes to show why you should never judge a book by its sweaty, repulsive cover! Holding his member in the palm of her right hand, she rubbed and masturbated his thick cock with a genuine, lustful passion.

“Oh, I don’t mind accidents. I’m causing them all the time. I am terribly clumsy, after all. Some would even say that I am, myself, an accident!”

“Who… Who said that?”

“Hmm… Mom and Dad of course!” She revealed with an innocent grin on her face.

“Uh. For real?” he asked after an additional moment of confusion.

“Ah! Look at you, all weirded out! That was a joke, silly. Nothing more,” Cynthia laughed it off.

“O-oh. Okay, but... P-please, you shouldn’t be doing this. You really are going to get me in trouble!”

“Shhhhh… Nonsense! Right here, right now, I could become anything your heart desires. Would you like to take me as your very own doting wife?” she said as she grabbed her own jiggling tits and wrapped the guard’s member with them, making flesh collide against flesh. She leaned forward to rub his one-eyed monster across her chest, titty-fucking the nervous guy. Her tank top was still rolled up above her breasts, sitting there. “Or would you prefer having me act as your personal cum dumpster?” she continued planting perverted fantasies in his easily malleable mind.

“Oh fuck... It… It’s been decades since I last experienced the touch of a real woman… I had almost forgotten how it felt. To have someone else touching my penis. Damn it! Your tits are so soft,” she kept fucking him with her breasts, going faster and faster as the watchman finally let the two halves of his broken nightstick drop from his sweaty fingers. The blue-haired woman leaned forward again and licked the tip of the man’s dirty cock with her tongue, lubricating his member during the intense titty-fuck. She stuck her tongue beneath his thick foreskin and helped peel it back to reveal some caked-on stigma. It was intoxicating in both good and bad ways.  Clearly this unkempt slob was due for a good dick cleaning! Luckily, the lewd private investigator before him was happy enough to oblige... So long as she could get her rocks off too! However, as the discarded nightstick pieces rolled around the ground like unlikely sex-partners, the guard suddenly ejaculated, shooting his gooey semen all over Cynthia’s face, neck, and chest.

“Ah! Did you come? Already!?”

“It... It feels so amazing. I finally busted my nut all over a real woman!”

This man hadn't emptied his balls in so long that he briefly lost his footing, having to quickly sit down in a hurry before he fell and injured himself. He needed a good minute or two to recover his strength. Cynthia licked her lips clean before sensually crawling on top of him, towering over the guy. She was slightly irritated that he came so fast. Perhaps she shouldn’t have expected so much from this guy after all? It had been a while since she’d been with a guy his age, but even then she didn’t remember their loads tasting so... Stale. She moved her nose right up to his in order to get more personal with him. She held him in place with a good grasp on his arms. With her shirt still rolled up, her sperm laced breasts freely bounced all over the place. Since her skirt had been taken out of the picture quite a while ago, she now only had her pink thong left to cover her genitals. His plump glans rubbed the exterior of her underwear as she grinded on him, hoping to coax a little more action out of him. She lusted for physical contact with her now wet pussy, but the middle-aged man was getting softer by the second. Her beautiful, thick legs encompassed his inflated torso on either side. His heavy breathing told her all she needed to know. Cynthia sighed.

“Then... Since you’re done already and the fun is over, how about we cut the bullshit? Tell me what’s up with the park?”

“I... I can’t tell you,” he murmured.

“Tell me and I’ll let you go without informing your employer that not only did you totally fail at your duties here but that you also came in like two seconds.”

“Wh-what!? You… Shit! Okay. Okay. I’ll talk...”

“I’m listening,” she smiled.

“It’s The Sanctuary’s owner. He closed it a few weeks ago,” he said after getting his breath back.

“And this ‘owner’, this boss of yours, is a Saurius Man by the name of Pierrot Pio?”

“Y-yeah. That’s the guy, but how-”

“And why has it been suddenly closed down?”

“He… He didn’t say anything to me. I’m just a simple night watchman after all. A recent hire too! I did hear some rumours about the park getting destroyed soon, or the land getting sold to someone else... But I don’t know anything concrete, I swear! C-can you please leave now?”

“I see. Where can I find your boss?”

“Huh!? M-Mr. Pio? I… I mean… Underground,” he whispered.

“What are you saying?” she said, super confused.

“I think he-he’s been staying underground most nights. Beneath the park’s administration building… But… But what’s it to you? You’re not going to rat me out anyway, are you!?”

“Oh please! I’m not that petty. I’ve simply got some questions that need answering, and I’m obviously not going to get anywhere with a pathetic chump like you...”

Cynthia was done with him. She let him go, stood up, retrieved her brassiere from the ground and wore it again, inserting her nipples back into their sockets. She then pulled down the khaki green tank top before finally spinning around on her heels. Slowly and calmly, the sensual detective walked away from the completely baffled man who was still lying down with his back pressed up against a bench of audience seating and his flaccid dick hanging bare, still dribbling with seminal residue. Cynthia unintentionally swung her wide hips from left to right, left to right in a loop like a slut. This was a beautiful view of the anxious night watchman. He stared at her back as she left. Seeing her big, thong-clad ass swinging around without a skirt covering it quickly got his blood pumping again. That whore! How the fuck did I let her get the better of me like that!? Stupid boner! And now she’s going to try and meet with my boss? Regardless of what she says, how the fuck is that going to make me look? Get up, you idiot! You have to stop her at all costs!

The guard started to pick himself up, but accidentally stumbled and placed his grubby hands all over one half of his broken nightstick. To his literal shock, he discovered that the stun function still worked…

***

As Cynthia ventured into the heart of the carnival grounds, she soon found herself standing outside the front of the administration building that the night watchmen had just mentioned to her. A rather foreign looking concrete construction among the ground’s sea of pop-up stalls and tents. It seemed rather odd that Pierrot would be working out of the basement here at this time of night. Didn’t he have a home to return to? Perhaps he was actually living here? Or maybe, he was simply up to something nefarious that warranted such a level of secrecy? Well, only one way to find out for sure. Grasping onto a metallic door knob, the bold private eye turned it only half way around before discovering that it was indeed locked. Typical! But perhaps this was a good opportunity for her to test out something she’d been curious about. Every now and then she appeared able to muster forth temporary instalments of enhanced strength thanks to her recently modified DNA. It wasn’t usually up to her to decide when it was available to tap into, but she had a feeling she could learn to harness it in short bursts if she really focussed and applied herself.

Resting one of her high-heeled feet up against the reinforced double doors, she really put her back into it, pulling with all her might. She tried to think feral and animalistic thoughts, hoping to evoke some sort of inner dinosaur spirit. Trying desperately to imagine herself as a ferocious, wild Dilophosaurus: the species her DNA had been merged with. The very same species whose fossilized skeleton was currently strapped around her bosom. Nothing... Something didn’t feel right. Perhaps she was approaching this all wrong? Cynthia tried her best to remember what it had felt like those few times before… And that’s when it hit her. Cocks! Huge, erect, reptilian dicks that wanted to have their way with her. To fill her every hole. To mate with her and make the hot, fertile detective all theirs. The vivid imagery of every single Dino, Saurius and Urzax penis she had ever encountered flooded her mind’s eye as she felt a familiar strength rise up inside her. Confronting thoughts that she had battled with for years, Cynthia did her best to discard all of her negative feelings on the subject and accept who she really was. What she really wanted to do with these immaculate slabs of masculine meat! What she wanted them to do to her… Ovaries ablaze, she grunted as she gave the doorknob one final yank. The reclusive force only seemed to materialize for a split second, but it worked. Her efforts were rewarded as she forcefully pulled the shiny handle directly from its socket and stumbled back a few paces in disbelief. Like clockwork, the knobless door slowly clicked and swung open as if to beckon her inside. Whoa! I can’t believe that actually worked… Although I already feel just as normal as I usually do. I wonder if this thing has some kind of charge or cool-down period? I probably should have asked Gerald some more questions about this whole thing…

Tossing the busted doorknob aside, Cynthia tried her best to calm herself after that little ‘erotic episode’ before taking her first steps inside the dimly lit building. Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts, regardless of how she really felt. If she didn’t compose herself quickly, she’d be all riled up in front of Pierrot. The old saurius man had been like family to her. The last thing she wanted was to ruin their long-awaited reunion with her increasingly perverted hormones. Wandering into the dusty foyer, the horny detective looked around for signs of a staircase or elevator, something that would take her down to the basement level. This supposed ‘underground’ area beneath The Sanctuary where her old friend was apparently dwelling.

Wishing she had brought a flashlight, Cynthia squinted at a bunch of signage above the empty receptionist’s desk. Hmmm… Looks like there might be some kind of service lift down the hall to the right? I guess that’s my best bet then. Hopefully, I don’t need some stupid key card or something... Just when she was about to turn heel and strut her stuff down the adjacent corridor, the half-naked investigator was brutally struck over the head from behind by something incredibly painful—the broken stun baton—both halves. The night watchman had never lost sight of the curvaceous woman. He lurked in the shadows, following in her footsteps all the way here. Observing her. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The now paralyzed detective had simply been too busy exploring, investigating, and nonchalantly swinging her wide, child-bearing hips and beautifully rounded ass from side to side to notice him stalking her. She had completely underestimated this opponent.

This was what you got for not paying attention to your surroundings and behaving like an ignorant slut under imperial rule...

Cynthia landed harshly on the surface of the receptionist’s desk before sliding down onto the tiled floor. Gritting her teeth and letting out a soft groan, it took her a good moment to recover from the two powerful electric shocks she had received, momentarily stunning her. Behind her, the night watchman towered over the defenceless intruder. With one half of the damaged nightstick in each sweaty hand, it was apparent that both ends remained fully functional and ready to dish out the punishment that this buglaring bitch obviously deserved.

“You thought you could get rid of me that easily, you whore? I see that trespassing and indecent exposure wasn’t enough for a degenerate like you. Now you’re breaking and entering too? Unacceptable! I’m clearly within my rights to reprimand you for this indecent behaviour!”

“Ahhh! N-no fair! Striking a lady from behind like that... What a brute! Ufuufu! Just when I thought you were down for the count, you come back for more. Mmmm… Colour me impressed, big boy.” In spite of the pain, she was honestly aroused by this surprise turn of events. Ever since fusing with the DNA Valkyrie prototype, Cynthia had evolved into a far more submissive person by nature. She was unable to shake this overwhelming urge to get dominated by her superiors. The effect was of course more potent when faced with Dinosaurs, Saurius, and Urzax males, but even Human men could excite her just enough to put her in the mood if they played their cards right. And this persistent old slob had just revealed his ‘royal flush’ to the easily swayed bitch-in-heat.

“What are you saying, slut?” he clearly heard the minx,  but couldn’t fathom the idea that this was actually turning her on. Cynthia slowly turned herself around while remaining on the floor. Her back was now lying down on the cool tiled surface of the foyer.

“You know exactly what I’m saying, tough guy. I submit.” She said, once again voluntarily lifting her tank top, but this time pulling it over her head and casting it aside. The detective in ‘distress’ then quickly yanked the DNA Valkyrie prototype from her heaving tits, setting her nipples free from their restrictive plugs.

Thump! Thump!

One after the other.

She then threw the device away so that it was out of her reach. Didn’t want that silly old thing or its mysterious powers interfering with her incoming disciplinary action. Cynthia placed her forearms right underneath her large breasts. Supporting them. Projecting them higher into the air.

“How about you try out those two electrifying sticks of yours on these two naughty girls right here? Huh?”

“He-he! You truly are a nasty slut!” The watchman loudly declared as he leaned forward and squatted over her.

“Aw. You have no idea how wet it makes me when someone talks to me like that. Ufuufu,” those last few sentences caused his already erect member to stand even taller than it had earlier. The watchman no longer lacked the confidence he was missing with his first boner. This engorged dick meant business.

“Well of course it does! I might not have been with many women before now, but I know your type!”

“Oh yes. Especially coming from such a strong and dominant man like you,” to be honest, this was a bit of a stretch, even for her. Cynthia still had a hard enough time getting over his ugly mug. At this point, she was being driven almost entirely by lust and the idea of this erotic fantasy of hers. She had to role-play quite a bit in order to get beyond their lack of natural chemistry. So under normal circumstances, it would have been unthinkable of her to hold him in such high regard. But the way this man came back and surprised her with his weapons, it made her feel at his mercy. She was wet. Extremely wet. Her pink thong was flooded with her sensual fluids. She couldn’t resist an innate desire to procreate even if this particular man just simply wasn’t her type.

“Well. Take this, whore,” he said just before jabbing the two halves of his nightstick against Cynthia’s unprotected nipples, activating their static electricity function as requested. He shocked her nipples alongside the rest of her breasts.

“Ahhhhhnnnn! Ufuufu. Hhah! I love it,” she moaned at the top of her lungs, enjoying the hell out of it. The electric power of the stun baton pieces wasn’t set to something so high that they would actually hurt her. Just high enough to make her sweat and squirm. She was being teased on a tremendously brutal level. The man occasionally pumped up the voltage here and there in order to get more passionate and fruitful reactions out of her. And it worked like a charm. She moaned a lot louder whenever he made the shocks more powerful. Even squirted so powerfully that it seemed to phase right through her panties. He laughed his ass off. He was having a blast as he discovered this new kind of attraction that he never knew he possessed. He watched as Cynthia began masturbating herself during this shocking process. She quickly pulled her drenched thong to the side as she reached for her erect and raw clitoris with her sweaty fingers. Blushing, and with her eyes sealed shut, she was fully immersed in her own depraved little fantasy.

After a few minutes of continuously shocking her titties, he moved one of the two nightstick halves lower on her body, down to her crotch. He pointed the tip of the muted baton on her swollen clitoris and rubbed it in a circular motion for several seconds before nudging the shock value on, but only just. Slightly teasing her with a really weak charge. Wanting to be in control of everything during this power trip, he insisted on taking over the stimulation of her genitals for himself. Not that Cynthia minded one bit. Besides, she had other matters to attend to. While continuing to shock her clitoris, the perverted man moved the second baton piece up to her lips and slid it inside her mouth, down her throat without warning. He moved it back and forth, pretending that he was forcing her to perform fellatio on a dick. Except that this dick was far more dangerous than anything she had ever taken between her plump, glossy lips.

“Suck on it!” And completely willingly, she did. Just as ordered, she deep-throated the broken nightstick, role-playing that it was indeed a lovely, smooth human cock. Never failing to let out muffled moans among other obnoxiously lewd and sloppy noises, and she worked. Thus far, the watchman had refrained from activating the baton’s stun feature while it was in her mouth. He was undoubtedly tempted to do so though. He kept hovering his fat thumb over the button, lightly brushing it as she sucked on the stick, but never pressed it. Cynthia totally feared that he eventually would. But it was all part of the fun. Part of the thrill. He stopped holding the baton half that was pleasuring her clitoris and left it resting in the middle of her crotch at an angle. He wanted to have at least one hand free. One hand free to rub his girthy, erect cock which had never been placed back inside his pants since the horny detective had initially unleashed it. He furiously jerked himself off as Cynthia sucked on the stick in her mouth.

By that point, Cynthia had already come two times. Due entirely to the static electricity being discharged upon her defenceless clitoris. It was honestly more enjoyable than any vibrator she had used in the past. Though perhaps that had more to do with the context of this particular encounter... At long last, the watchman finally stepped closer to her and introduced his hard cock into her mouth, sharing it with the deactivated nightstick half. It appeared she had indeed done a thorough job earlier, as his ridged glans tasted far cleaner this time around. Now she could really enjoy playing around with his musky foreskin without any risk of gagging. Because of the two phallic invaders, Cynthia’s mouth was stretched open extremely wide. Tons of her own saliva over-flowed and ran all down her own neck, breasts, and most of her upper torso. With one of his hands-free, he went in to grab and caress her big boobs. However, her tits were still statically charged from the shock treatment they had received earlier. Combined with the increasingly overwhelming amount of saliva getting splattered all over her breasts, caused the chubby man to accidentally jolt himself when making the first contact. For a split second, you could even see the blue, electrical discharge erupting out from her extraordinarily stiff, wet nipples. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Nothing like anything the middle-aged watchman had ever witnessed before. But that also meant that he sadly couldn’t touch her chest that much, though mostly out of unwarranted fear. This night guard was not nearly as brave nor thrill-seeking as his buxom victim, now just as sweaty as he was. Although he was faring much better than earlier, it took him everything he had not to let her steal his precious load from him almost immediately. Though with the way her slippery tongue was swirling around his glans, it was surely just a matter of time.

The heavyset man ultimately ejaculated down her throat just over two minutes after the stick rubbing against her clitoris made her cum for the third time. The dirty and messy blow-job was ultimately too much for the watchman to handle. Without any warnings, he came inside her mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands to make sure she couldn’t escape. Not that she had any intention of betraying him like that. When he was done, he let go of her deep blue hair and pulled his baton, along with the inanimate one, out of her sloppy mouth hole, taking a step back to admire his best work yet. Despite being set free, Cynthia kept her mouth wide open, no matter what, in order to show him the glorious results of her top quality service. She kept his pool of deposited semen firmly intact inside her mouth for several seconds longer before finally swallowing everything like a good girl.

Tired, the watchman slumped down onto the floor next to her. He had a large smile on his face as he struggled to regain his breath. He was head over heels in love with this woman. He wanted to make her his, no questions asked.

“That was awesome. I don’t even remember the last time I had sex. Cumming two times in one night wasn’t something I still thought I was capable of, but a bad bitch like you really brought it out of me. I need to have you in my life... I think I will take you up on that offer from before. I’m going to take you as my wife!” he told her.

“Err… Well, technically I did say that, but you do realize I-”

“Shush. I wasn’t asking you. And don’t think I’m through with you just yet.” He staggered back onto his feet. “We’re just getting started here, slut! There are still so many things I want to do to you before this night is out. I don’t care how raw my cock gets. So how about it? Why don’t we try something with these for round three?” he said as he indicated towards a couple of items secured to the side of his belt. Two rolls of duct tape and a coil of rope. This fucking guy... Cynthia thought, biting her lower lip. While she did actually have some urgent investigating to do, she couldn’t help but be lured in by this fat man’s growing confidence. Could he even make it one more round? She was curious to find out. Besides, seeing these two items had given her an idea...

“As a night watchman, why would you even need all of this kinky shit in the first- You know what? Forget it. You’re the boss here and I’m game enough to give you a chance to make your case. So how about this? I will accept your proposal under one condition.”

“Tch! Like you’ll have a say in the matter when I’m through with you. Fine. What is it?”

“I’ll agree to marry you... So long as you can successfully knock me up before this night is over!” She proudly announced.

“A-are you‒serious!?” he slurred his words quite a bit there, blood already pouring back into his plump, red shaft.

“Totally. Right here, right now. You’re an older gentleman after all, and I do want kids of my own. I can’t just end up with some worthless, impotent guy after all,” she confirmed.

This fool is so easily manipulated. At his age, with that level of health, there’s no way this guy’s fertility is high enough to match mine. He’s got no chance in hell! He’ll run himself completely rugged in no time flat while I get to let loose and see just how much mileage I can get out of this pathetic guy before he croaks! She schemed.

“Alright, you filthy wench. I’ll accept your challenge, but with one condition on my end as well.”

“Ufuufu! Is that so? ” she struggled to conceal her wicked smirk.

“This impregnation is going to happen,” he paused, taking a spool of duct tape and quickly unrolling it, making a loud, rubbery screech. “My way.”

“Mmmmmn, yeah. I like where this is going, big guy.”