DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 27: Case On Stage

CHAPTER 27: CASE ON STAGE

The search for the missing daughter had officially begun. Once she got into town, Cynthia Widdowfield immediately made her way over to investigate the local, outdoor theater that Gerald had informed her of. The last known location visited by Néné Langstorm. She was still a little shaken up by night’s earlier events, but thankfully the public bus’ water cooled dildo had done its job and literally helped her ‘cool down’ and relax. As an added bonus, now that she’d finally had a decent orgasm, the perverted private eye could finally get her mind out of the gutter… For a little while anyway…

The specific theater that Néné had last been seen at, was located at the center of a large, outdoor carnival venue.

A theme park.

Circus was the key theme of these grounds.

Soon after arriving, the curvaceous private investigator realized that she might have been a little too late... The place was deserted. A bone without any meat. A carcass of the animal the carnival had been only a couple of weeks ago. Cynthia was more than familiar with this particular locale. She had visited this part of town many times before in her life. Even marvelled at the spectacle of this place in her youth from outside the cold, steel bars and wiring that made up it’s perimeter fence. She never had a proper chance to have fun here as a child, so she made up for it by visiting for the first time a little over five years ago. Even as a grown woman, she still had fun back then. The carnival was filled with different attractions for children and adults alike. Outdoor theaters, a bright ferris wheel, food and gift stalls, novelty competitions, petting zoos, carnival rides and much more. It had the lot. Even these carousels with plastic dinosaurs in place of horses.  Of course, those were primarily on offer for the children. The adults had The Whorehouse, Bukakke Fountain, Uncle Rick’s Dungeon, Glory-Hole Mountain, live shows all day round, and of course their very own ‘petting zoo’.  Yes, the ‘The Pierrot Sanctuary’ carnival grounds were a very popular place to hook up with strangers, or alternatively, fun for the whole family!

Pierrot was actually the mascot of the place. A giant sign out front featured him as an absurd cartoon caricature. Pierrot was a Saurius clown. He wore creepy makeup and a colourful outfit that perfectly suited his slender body.

This was the only time Cynthia had ever seen the carnival dead like this. Visibly abandoned like an unwanted child. The power was, of course, completely turned off. Just as shut down as most of the ‘sanctuary’ was. The park had a strange, chillingly cold, ghostly vibe to it. It was an odd feeling given how hot the night had seemed earlier.

It was nearly half past eight by the time the blue haired detective stood outside the padlocked front gates. Essentially pitch black save for what was caught in the shimmering moonlight from above.

The carnival without any lights at night was one of the spookiest places Cynthia had ever seen. It didn’t look like anyone had been here in weeks. The grass was overgrown, trash overflowing from the bins and the stalls were in disarray. This was odd. Sebastain supposedly had come here to retrieve some initial evidence a few weeks back. Could the whole place have been closed down ever since then? Did this have something to do with all of these ‘missing persons’ cases? Well, scary or not, Cynthia had no choice but to proceed. She wasn’t going to get the bottom of this by loitering around outside.

The top of the fence was covered in barbed wire, so that was immediately out of the question. The thick detective squatted down in order to better survey her remaining options. There was a small gap between the bottom edge of the gate’s rusted steel bars and the muddy earth beneath them. It would be a tight squeeze for such a voluptuous woman, but Cynthia was confident that she could make it. Disrobing slightly, she removed her trenchcoat and fedora, they would only hamper her progres here. Folding the coat up, she placed her hat on top and stashed them behind a trash can. It was unlikely that anyone would pass by at this hour, but the last thing she wanted to change was some pervert stealing her clothes. The rest of her outfit was all so tiny and tight fitting that it wouldn’t really have made any difference. Not that she would have dreamed of going in naked. Sure, she was a little more adventurous these recent days, but she still had some shame… Probably…

Going prone, she began her crawl under the fence. If anyone was watching, they would have gotten a nice view of her fat, thong-clad ass from behind. The full whale tail. Luckily for her, she was just slim enough to squeeze in under the gate as predicted. While her lewdly proportioned breasts and butt managed to make it a little more of a challenge for her, she was ultimately able to slide at least the first half of her body through to the other side of the park’s entrance without any problems.

Flock. Flock. Flock.

Her big titties and large behind accidentally generated soft impact sounds as her flesh rubbed up  against the thankfully rounded undersides of the metal gate polls. It didn’t hurt her, though the cold surface of the steel edge gave her a powerful chilly feeling that she felt for a couple of minutes after entering the theme park.

What was hurt, unbeknownst to Cynthia, was actually her ultra mini skirt. As it turned out, one of the edges was a little rougher than the others and some of the weak fibers of her skirt strap got caught in it. Without even realizing it, the snared material was pulled loose as she wiggled the remainder of her huge ass through the gap beneath the fence. Her brand new skimpy skirt, already damaged. Already hanging together by a literal thread...

Here I am. Once more.

She thought, as she picked herself up off the ground and dusted the crusty flakes of mud and grass from her cleavage. Good thing it hadn’t been raining lately... Cynthia took a quick look around the haunting, abandoned grounds before strongly inhaling and exhaling. She sighed in desperation and displeasure.

I would rather go sit in a bar than be back here, reliving old memories. Buried memories from the past that definitely came back to her as she placed a toothpick between her lips and slowly advanced deeper into the almost labyrinth-like tent corridors of The Sanctuary. Before long, Cynthia passed in front of a big cotton candy stand which drew her attention. She casually turned her head to it as she remembered some of those old images from her past.

***

Through all the repressed flashes and series of images she saw, she remembered little kids asking their parents for cotton candy at this very same stand, clear as crystal, all those years ago. The parents caved in and purchased their children the colorful, fluffy treats. During that moment, a young Cynthia Widdowfield stood on the other side of the imposing fence that separated her from the amusement park.

This was one of the many times she had ventured this  close to The Sanctuary as a kid, but obviously couldn’t quite partake in all of the fun inside this cheery place. Admission wasn’t all that expensive to be honest, but it didn’t make much difference either way. Whether it was ten credits or one hundred, her mother never allowed her to take any spare change from her tightly guarded purse. And Cynthia had learned the hard way what happened to those who stole from Mrs Widdowfield. No mercy, even towards her own daughter...

Her little, pale face remained in the looming shadow of a tall tree by her side that mostly prevented carnival goers from noticing the insignificant, lonely girl on the other side of the fence.

Even if the shadows failed to conceal her entirely, it was almost impossible to make out her face clearly, on account of her dirty blue bangs that hung in front of her eyes. If anyone had bothered to check on her, and pull them out of her large green eyes, then perhaps they would have spotted a single glimmering tear as it dripped down her soft, rosey cheek.

With one hand, no, barely three fingers, she held one of the many square wire loops of the fence. From this perspective, it was as if she were a prisoner. Yet she was free to live outside this cage of wonders.

An employee of the park eventually looked around after attaching a whole bundle of balloons to a metal pole. The Saurius employee who was working as a clown for the park stretched his back and yawned before noticing the little girl staring at the balloons he’d just tied up.

He saw her for the very first time.

But quickly lost sight of her when a large crowded tour passed in front of him, eager to get to the next stop on their venture. He desperately tried to make his way through the crowd, but it took him half a minute to get another view of the tree behind the fence. By the time he managed to circle around the crowd, the little girl he had seen was gone. Only the lonely tree remained behind the fence.

Later on, the curious clown employee of the park found her.

He had to leave his workplace and search the surrounding area during his break, but he did it.

Young Cynthia was sitting on a green hill three streets back from where the mouth of the carnival was located. While decently distanced, the height vantage created by the outcrop served as a perfect lookout to observe the many going-ons of The Pierrot Sanctuary from afar. When the clown finally found her, he saw her back first. Her face was still hidden from him in a weird way. The clown frowned. The fake, makeup smile he wore on his face depressingly made the Saurius man look even sadder. He remained far from her at the bottom of the hill and tried to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to scare her.

Despite not having had a tremendous amount of time to see her under the tree back at the park, he knew it was the same little girl. He was adamant. He could feel and share her sadness. He guessed correctly that the young girl desperately yearned to get into The Sanctuary and he simply felt bad, miserable for her. It reminded him of his own childhood.

A few minutes had passed since the clown first tracked young Cynthia down. She never noticed he was ever there. The future detective washed away the tears from her little face in an effort to end these blue times as she stood up. When she first turned around and attempted to slide down to the bottom of the hill she had used as her vantage point, she discovered a bunch of pink balloons waiting for her at the base, attached to a heavy, metallic box in the grass. Ten balloons slowly and gracefully twirled and fluttered in the air with the help of the faint breeze that occasionally blew Cynthia’s unkempt hair and stained, yellow polka dot dress around. She observed the balloons in awe before finally sliding down the hill on her bum.

She grabbed the metallic box and opened it.

Three whole sticks of cotton candy were waiting for her inside. All different colors and flavors.

She blushed.

Cynthia had never heard or seen anything. She never had any idea that the clown from the park had come looking for her. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that she pieced it all together.

This was what she saw in her head. What she remembered when she first laid her eyes on this run-down cotton candy stand in the park as a twenty-seven-year-old woman.

She also recalled that this day was not so long after her parents had split up following her father uncovering her  mother’s affair with her boss...

A little later in the evening, roughly at the center of the park, Cynthia first stepped on the hardwood floor of the theater’s stage. The very same one that Néné had visited all those nights ago. The theater was trashed. Viewers had thrown their food leftovers all over the place before leaving.

I still don’t get it. What happened here? Just how long has this place been deserted?

She thought as she slowly spun around at the center of the outdoor stage, looking around in the hopes of uncovering any kind of trace from the white haired Urzax daughter.

While her memory might be shoddy, her eyesight was certainly not. And ever since she got out of the mansion, she had noticed things even more clearly from afar than before. Another side effect, she figured. From a distance, she noticed something on one of the back rows of the exposed auditorium. On one of the many wooden benches that surrounded the stage like the amphitheater that it was. Something she remembered Gerald telling her about. She quickly stepped down from the stage, walked up the stairs at a decent pace until she reached the nearly exiled line of seats towards the end.

Bingo. Cynthia had correctly recognized the item she had spotted from the stage: a pair of destroyed panties. Extremely similar to the ones she had seen the daughter wearing in one of the photos that was gifted to her earlier. Meaning that there was a high likelihood that these were hers. She would have confirmed her suspicions immediately, but the excited detective would have to wait until she was reunited with her trenchcoat where the pictures had been stashed. But Cynthia was pretty confident. Like ninety nine percent sure. She wouldn’t have forgotten these cute panties so soon. They were a pale pink, with lace embroidered on the crotch in a string bikini cut. Ironic, considering that these were the type that you tied together at the hips. Tearing them off like this was totally unnecessary in every conceivable way since one competent tug would have caused them to come undone. Though, she supposed some folks just liked the rush of power they got from robbing someone of their clothes… Perverts!

Honestly. It could be anyone’s panties, but this looks way too similar to the pair I saw from one of those photos. It’s too big of a coincidence to ignore it. She thought as she inspected the torn up pair of panties on the ground. Whoever did this must have been in a real hurry to bone her! So that rules out… Nope, pretty much every guy in this dirty city would have been capable of this. Many women too! Especially given how cute Gerald's eighteen-year-old daughter was. Even Cynthia might have had a hard time resisting the urge to strip her bare and take her! The underwear was also stained in what could have been baby oil. It looked like the surrounding benches had been covered in the stuff too. All dried up by now of course. She could tell because of the faint glittery residue it left behind. A unique property of the Mountain Clean brand that Gerald supposedly purchased for his dear daughter. If true, then this would match up with the empty bottle that Sebastian had recovered in his earlier visit to this site. The detective grinned as she bent over to retrieve the knickers by their stretched and severed waistband. Pleased that she had located a potentially vital clue this soon.

Before she could do any further probing into the surrounding area–a strong and intimidatingly bright light blinded her for a few seconds–almost immediately causing her to quickly shield most of her face with her delicate fingers. The powerful source of the brightness flashed deep into her retinas which randomly triggered one more memory from this place.

Another encounter with the clown employee of the park. Their second meeting. Well, technically their first one didn’t really count...  Young Cynthia had come back to The Pierrot Sanctuary a few weeks later. She went back to the same fence, under the same, looming tree. She waited there for hours until the clown showed up again at the same balloon stand as last time. Once again, it took awhile for the employee to notice the little girl under the tree but the two eventually shared eye-contact.

“It was you? Wasn’t it?” Young Cynthia directly asked the saurius man, a little later on once he’d had a chance to take a short lunch break from his job.

“The balloons?” He answered. She slowly nodded in response.

“Did you like them?” She nodded once more.

“Alright. Then I’m glad to have made your day… Well, you should probably get going though… Do your parents know that you’re out here?”

“Parent…”

“What?” He asked her.

“My Mom... I only have my Mom now... My Dad is gone…”

“Oh, I’m sorry…”

A beat.

“Hey, I could maybe... Well, I could potentially get you a free, one-day pass for the park next week. Would that be something you’d be interested in? I mean, only if your Mom is okay with it, of course. I would also make sure that she could get in for free as well,” the nice employee kindly offered her after a few, awkward seconds of silence.

“Are... Are you sure?” She asked, very curious and wide-eyed.

He nodded as he smiled at her. Any normal kid might have been creeped out at this large, hulking reptilian clown flashing his pointed teeth down at her from his painted face. But Cynthia didn’t care one bit. She blushed and smiled. Ecstatic. She might actually get to go inside and experience this place for herself! Overjoyed, the young girl threw her arms back with a happy little wail as she let herself fall over into the soft shrubs behind her.

“Hey, be careful!” The concerned clown exclaimed. Though Cynthia never heard him. She was lost in her own adventurous mind again as she dazed up into the sunny sky and became temporarily blinded in it’s warm sparkling rays...

***

The images and the flashes ended.

Cynthia felt less blinded as she progressively grew used to the strong light illuminating her face from across the row of benches of the open amphitheater. She opened one of her eyes and lowered her fingers from her face.

“Hands in the air!” She heard as she realized that the powerful light that had been blinding her was actually a flashlight pointed directly at her face. A Human man was holding it, drawing closer but stopping a few paces out for safety. At least until he figured out who he was dealing with here. It was the night watchman. Cynthia had a lot of trouble looking at him due to the light, but could at least make out the shape of his chubby body.

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” He kept demanding from her.

“Cynthia Widdowfield. Private investigator. Now take this fucking light out of my face.” She ordered him. And he did. He quickly and nervously lowered his flashlight. He looked at her, contemplated her beautiful body, gazed at her breasts and finally noticed the obvious pair of torn up, stained panties clenched tightly inside the palm of her right hand. The watchman also noticed the Saurius dildo that she had carried all this time, still hanging from the left side of her hip, strapped to the recently damaged waistband strap of her new micro skirt. Since the strap had been slashed on the opposite side of her hip to the dildo, it’s weight put a lot of strain on the last, poor remaining thread that struggled to hold everything together. But it was only a matter of time...

“Sorry... Am I interrupting you? Were you in the middle of something? Especially with what you have there in your hands and strapped to the side of your hip right now… Are you some kind of perverted panty thief?” The night watchman said to her, partially laughing. His night shifts were usually extremely boring, but with what he found tonight, there was nothing boring about it. He was rather incredibly intrigued by the scantily clad woman before him.

“What do you mean?” Cynthia then looked down and saw the dildo, now remembering that she was still carrying it with her. Ah. She could see how there may be some misunderstanding here.

“Oh, yes, well, it’s not what you think, it’s not mine, I don’t need this…”

“You mean you took it from someone else?” He said, all confused.

“Yes. No. Well, yes... But it’s a part of my investigation.”

“Oh, right! You just said something about being a detective… Is that so?”

“Yes…”

“Well, sadly for you, I can’t let you do any more “investigating” around here alone, little lady. The park is closed. It’s strictly private property until further notice. And if you want me to be real honest with you, I’m not too sure I believe your story here. You don’t look a bit like someone that would make it very far in the business of private eyes. Heck, with that getup, you look like someone who should be swinging round poles for money right about now. Or worse. Why don’t you come clean and tell me the truth? Huh, sweetheart?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, that you came here in secret, in the dark to… Well, fap with this toy of yours… It’s fine. I won’t put you in jail for something like this. I swear.” He said, chuckling  some more. His tubby belly jiggled as he did so.

“What? How would you even take me to jail? You’re a watchman. Not a cop. And I wasn’t fapping!”

“If you say so…”

“What happened here? From what I recall, this place never really closed down for too long. Certainly not this close to Summer time! I’ve never seen this place so trashed either.”

“It’s none of your business, you hussy. Now come with me. Let’s get you out of The Sanctuary before you make an even bigger fool of yourself,” he commanded her. A hussy, huh? Who does this tub of lard think he is? No matter what, the night watchman still had his flashlight directly pointed at her majestic breasts. The bleeding light aided him in his efforts to peer through the stretched out, sheer material of her khaki green tank top. To no avail though, as the DNA valkyrie prototype was unfortunately blocking his view of her heart shaped areolae and thick, erect nipples. Cynthia now knew for sure that the employee was hiding something from her. And noticing his current line of sight, and an emergent bulge in his navy blue trousers, she had an idea or two about how to loosen the lips on this “tough guy”.  Ufufu. I see… Well if it’s a ‘hussy’ he wants… Discarding Nene’s panties for now and peeling back her tight fitting top until one of her massive tits spilled out, the cunning and lewd investigator began sensually unplugging the fossil brassiere’s sockets from her left nipple as the night watchmen ogled her in disbelief. Tonight was his lucky night.