DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 25: Back To Work (Volume One Finale)

The volume one finale for DNA Valkyrie is here! 

It has been an awesome journey and I hope you enjoyed it. Soon, I will begin publishing Volume Two. Please tell me what were your favourite parts of volume one. Hoping you are going to enjoy this finale.

CHAPTER 25: BACK TO WORK

The long-awaited meeting with Gerald had finally begun. The sick, old Saurius rested with both of his hands on top of the Spinosaurus shaped grip at the end of his cane while Cynthia was now essentially forced to wear the fossilized bra. Otherwise, she would be dead by now. Luckily Sebastian had insisted on watching over her in the shower. Removing the prototype so soon after the initial bonding process had turned out to be more dangerous than either of the men had expected. Looks like Cynthia had two options: continue to allow the DNA Valkyrie prototype to corrupt her genetic makeup; or remove it and suffer an eventual cardiac arrest. Not really a choice at all...

At least her condition was now stable enough that she could continue her planned meeting with her host and soon to be client, Gerald Langstorm.

Cynthia followed the older, Saurius man into a beautiful room she’d yet to lay eyes on. Gerald had informed her that this space was his personal office, but it reminded the curvy detective far more of a grand library than anything else. A legion of books and binders littered the rows of shelves, both those mounted to the wall and in standalone units lined up around the central opening where an expensive looking wooden table waited for them. It was nothing like her shabby office back down town.

It was at this moment that she remembered how much she’d loved reading as a kid.

Something she had forgotten to do over the years. Trapped and isolated by her need to work.

Other than the brassiere, Cynthia also wore her high-heeled shoes. But that was it.

Her signature trench coat was getting fixed in another room by Sebastian himself. Apparently he was quite the tailor too.

She was also told that she would be provided with replacements for her ultra-mini skirt, tank top and thong. The later two having been damaged beyond repair.

For the moment, she simply sat down in a luxurious chair, virtually naked, her delicious pussy and her ample ass occupying the seat. Her almost naked, large jugs were currently directly visible for Gerald to passively ogle at his leisure. Not that it bothered her much at this point. She had accepted that there was practically nothing the two men hadn’t seen of her by now. One of her massively big tits rested on top of the table while the other was siting under the table all over her left thigh.

“This is what she looks like…” Gerald said while softly pushing a brown envelope towards Cynthia. She grabbed it, opened, and discovered its content: plenty of printed pictures of his missing daughter. She had long, bright, blonde hair and beautiful dark skin. Her eyes were of Cynthia’s favorite colour, blue, or in this case, a wonderful cerulean blue. As expected from the daughter of a Saurius, these were inhuman eyes.

“The name of my daughter is Néné,” Gerald said. “Néné Langstorm,” he continued. Simply saying her name was enough to bring a smile to his lips despite the horrible tragedy that he was facing right now.

“Knowing her name and what she looks like is extremely useful, but do you have a lead? Something that could get me started?”

“Yes, of course. Sebastian went to where she was last seen and began poking around a little when you initially declined our proposition.” He said.

“Oh? So you ended up starting the investigation without me?”

“Well, you left us with no choice. We didn’t exactly expect to see you again after all...”

“Right… What did he find?” She answered while mostly looking at the many pictures she had in front of her right now. Some of them were pretty heavily sexualized and suggestive, especially for a father to have in his possession. In roughly half of the pictures, Néné was posing in various bikinis. Incredibly skimpy ones to boot. Cynthia’s attention was all over her generous curves. While Néné’s assets weren’t quite as impressive as her own, the missing girl was still quite young with plenty of potential to blossom further in the future. The detective was into girls. Not as much as she was into men but pretty darn close.

“Late one night, several weeks ago... She planned on attending a play at one of our local outdoor theaters. She was supposed to go with a few of her friends, but they canceled at the last minute. In the end, my daughter went alone.”

“Alright. So this was the last time you saw her? And you were okay with her attending this play by herself?”

“More or less… Since she had no one else to go with and seemed rather desperate to see it. Sebastian was out that night, getting some things, but I had offered to accompany her before being turned down... She said I was too sick. That I needed to rest. She was probably right... Regardless, as any good Father would, I respected her choice. Though clearly I now wish that I hadn’t... After failing to get any answers from the police, or any assistance from you, Sebastian went back to this theater and recovered a couple of items that the police failed to catalogue in their complacency. Perhaps the corruption really is as bad as they say... In any case, here’s what we found,” Gerald explained before placing a new element of this mystery on top of the table in front of the private investigator – a bottle of baby oil. Empty.

Cynthia looked at it with an unsure, disappointed expression on her face. She frowned at the old man.

“What exactly am I supposed to be looking at here?” She asked.

“It’s a bottle of baby oil. It works wonders restoring the moisture on one's skin. Although Néné used it as more of a fetish product. She loved being extra wet during interco—” Gerald attempted to explain before getting cut off.

“—I know what it is! I meant, why are you showing me this?” She snapped at him.

“Why, this is some of the evidence that Sebastian found at the theater.”

“Evidence? This empty tube?” She asked.

“Néné used this... This specific brand…”

“And what does it prove? Mountain Clean is a common brand. I’ve even used it before a few times…” She said, a little embarrassed.

“It proves everything!”

“Everything? It doesn’t prove anything at all, not to mention it’s just plain creepy! Looking at the pictures in front of me, it seems like she was old enough to keep these sorts of details private from her father. How do you even know about the brand she’s using?”

“She’s eighteen years old. And I know about the brand because this is the one she asks me to buy for her. She tells me what she wants and I send Sebastian to go and get it.”

“That doesn’t make it any less disturbing…” She quietly said.

“I’ve even helped apply some of it myself…”

“... Moving on... What makes you say that finding this bottle actually proves anything? Plenty of people use baby oil after all.” She asked, tired of hearing disturbing and dirty things coming out of the Saurius’s mouth.

“She always had a bottle on her. Never left the manor without it.”

“That’s… Odd.”

“As I was saying, Néné really seemed to get off on it. Getting all oiled up was one of her kinks, I suppose. How do I put it... It would be like always keeping a condom on you, well, at least before the Empire started regulating and taxing them to hell of course... But the principle still stands. You never know when you’re going to end up having sex these days, especially if you’re as young as she is. She liked to be prepared, that’s all.” He explained.

“Okay. I guess I understand. But she wasn’t planning to have sex at the theater, was she?”

“Mmmm, yes well, that’s where you—” Gerald started to answer the detective, but was unable to finish his sentence, suddenly being interrupted by his own vicious sounding cough. A sign of his poor condition. He incidentally spat a small ball of bloodied phlegm onto the expensive tabletop as Cynthia instinctively backed away in a natural display of disgust. As she moved, her tit that was resting on top of the table simply fell off of it.

Gerald coughed up more blood all over a few of the pictures of his bikini-clad daughter.

“Damn, are you okay over there?” Cynthia was genuinely worried for the old guy. She looked around. Mainly behind herself at the door to the extravagant office space. She was considering calling for the butler.

“I’m fine…”

“Should I call Sebastian?”

Before he could protest, Gerald began another coughing fit.

“That’s it. Sebastian! Gerald isn’t feeling alright!” She yelled out.

“Don’t worry about me. But as you can see… I’m sick, so I can’t exactly go out to find her on my own. Sebastian also has to stay here in order to take care of me. Please, you have to help us.” He begged her.

“Alright. Alright. Other than this empty bottle of baby oil, you wouldn’t have happened upon anything else? Preferably something a little more concrete to prove she was actually there?”

“As a matter of fact… Yes,” Gerald grabbed something else from a bag and placed it on top of the table for Cynthia. It was a bigger brown envelope. Cynthia slowly grabbed and opened it—A cobalt blue, Saurius-sized and shaped dildo was inside. It was fourteen inches long. Rather on the small side for a Saurius to be honest, though even at this size it would have been difficult to carry around discreetly. Not to mention that this toy must have cost them an absolute fortune to hold onto after the Empire passed down it’s associated tax laws. Though they were a pretty well off family, so perhaps the retention fees were simply a drop in the bucket for them. Still, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous as she held the silicone penis out in front of her face, examining it. Her cheeks soon flushed with red. She should probably focus up. Turning it over in her hands. She noticed some letters inscribed into the base. ‘N.L.’

“This is hers?”

“Affirmative. I was there when we had her initials inscribed. I’m just as surprised that she had this on her at the time to be honest. But without a doubt, she was definitely there.”

“Then, why didn’t you show me this first instead of some useless baby oil bottle!?” A little mad.

“I decided to save the best for last…”

“Okay. But this is a much better proof. You should have just opened with this. Period. Anyway… Where was it found?” Cynthia continued to twirl the dildo around between her soft fingers, analyzing it. Though whether to search for additional clues or simply to admire the many ridges and crevasses that lined the lengthy shaft was difficult to tell. This was a high quality replica, indeed...

“Almost the exact same spot as the bottle. A few feet from it.”

“Um... Okay then. Now, looking at all these pictures it's easy to deduce that your daughter is a first generation Urzax, which automatically makes her mother Human. I think it might be helpful if I could speak with her. Does she live here?” Cynthia asked while looking once more at the many pictures in front of her. She took a new look at Néné’s physical, Urzax attributes: her blue, reptile-like eyes; her sharp, pointy ears; a few scales here and there on her body. Aside from those bestial traits however, she looked relatively human. As expected of a cross-breed. Despite their clear difference in physical prowess, the inferior human genes ironically tended to dominate in the end.

“She’s... Not around anymore, I’m afraid…” He whispered.

“Oh, is she gonna come back at some point?”

“... N-no I... She’s gone…” He kept whispering.

“Ah... I see... Sorry about that. In any case though, I’m going to have to insist on a upfront payment for this job—”

“—Would ten-thousand credits upfront and twenty-thousand credits after you find her be enough?” He said, raising his tone as she spoke, interrupting her. Cynthia could hardly help but smile when she first heard the amount of money she would receive. She was just about to reply before suddenly feeling a strange new sensation in her chest. Not the same chest pain she had felt earlier, but more of a tingling in her nipples. She lowered her head and noticed the DNA Valkyrie brassiere vibrating before her eyes.

Initially fearing the same stinging pains from her last episode, she accidentally dropped Néné’s dildo on the table, causing it to slowly roll away from her.

“Is this normal?” She asked.

“It is. It will occasionally vibrate at various intervals. Honestly, I can’t give you a more accurate report that that. If we had the time to spare, we could monitor you over a longer period before sending you out, but time is of the essence here. For now, just try to bear with it, and please refrain from removing the prototype. Without it, your current DNA will crumble. Your body will enter into a phase in which it will no longer know if you are supposed to be a Human, Saurius, or anything in-between. As we explained, if you go without it for long enough, your organs will shut down starting with the lungs, making it near impossible to breathe. After that, it’s only a matter of time before it begins affecting your heart. If you’re caught without it for too long out there, it really will be the end this time. Understand?”

“Wow. Way to reassure me that everything is gonna be alright…” Cynthia declared.

“I’m not sorry. I have to be direct with you. I don’t want you to die because of a lack of information.”

“I see…”

“I also don’t want the prototype to die…”

“What? You mean that thing is…?” She tapped the prototype with her fingertip.

“Still alive. Yes. The cerebrum of the Dilophosaurus within this device is well and truly alive. Born a new, rather. If you die while separated from it, then it will die as well. As gross as it may seem at face value, try to think of it as parasitic life-form. It’s attached itself to you, and you now both need each other in order to survive. At least, until we have an opportunity to discover how to ‘unlink’ the two of you. Though I doubt you’ll ever truly return to normal...”

“So this thing, despite it’s now lifeless state, is actually still the living skeletal creature that attacked me? And for now at least... I need to take care of it...” She said as she carefully petted the device.

“Yes. That is correct. Though you don’t really have to do anything special. Just don’t take it off, and look after yourself normally and everything should work out fine for the time bei–”

Coming in like wrecking ball, Sebastian the butler erupted into the study, bursting through the doors with a loud thud. He rushed himself to the table where Gerald and Cynthia were having their conversation. He immediately noticed the blood covered photographs as well as Cynthia wincing while clutching her glowing chest. Before he could tell his butler to calm down, Gerald inevitably began to cough some more.

“For goodness’ sake! I really can’t leave either of you alone for a second, can I? Thank you for calling me, Cynthia. I'll be with you in a moment.” Sebastian frantically thanked her as he rolled up a portable machine next to the old Saurius man. This machine was connected to a breathing apparatus which he attached to Gerald’s mouth, providing him with more oxygen. Slowly, but surely, he started feeling better…

“N-no I'm actually fine, really... It’s just a bit of tingling. Gerald said it’d pass. You should probably just focus on him.” Cynthia responded.

“Nonsense, I'm sure there’s something we can do to help alleviate the sensation. And what about you, Master? Are you feeling alright now?”

“Better…” He grunted while slowly nodding.

Once Sebastian was satisfied that Gerald could hold onto the mask himself, he promptly got up and walked behind Cynthia who clearly tried to pretend that the frequent vibrations had no affect on her at all.

“R-really... I- Ahhnn! I’m f-fine…”

Without saying a word, he reached from behind the buxom detective and firmly grabbed the sides of the DNA Valkyrie, softly pushing it tighter against her breasts. The reason why became immediately clear. Securing the device in this fashion helped to better join the connectors inside the bra with her nipples. A readjustment, if you will. Though Cynthia couldn’t help but gasp at first. She felt a great deal of arousal as the tall man did this. It felt like tiny, weak electrical shocks being administered to her breasts. Not painful though. No, the pain was gone. Only pleasure remained now. Although he only held her encased breasts for a few moments, it was enough to turn her on. A sticky secretion soon seeped out of her moistened cunt.

Without even fully realizing it herself, she involuntarily extended one of her arms and grabbed Néné’s dildo from the table. Without the two men noticing, she began to massage the Saurius sex-toy with her soft, right hand as Sebastian continued pushing the brasserie firmly against her chest, until all the sensations finally stopped.

A few minutes later, when things had calmed down and Sebastian sat at the table with them, the important discussion could finally continue.

“Alright. As we said in our initial meeting, we have strong suspicions that the reason for my daughter’s disappearance that night, has something to do with the illegal sex trafficking ring we’ve been hearing so many reports about lately. This should be our starting point. ” Gerald told her.

A beat.

Cynthia took some time to mull over this. Wanting to avoid getting in too deep with the underground sex trade was why she turned this case down to begin with after all. Not that she had a choice, this time...

“Sure, this could be a starting point to the investigation. BUT… As it stands right now, this just feels like a random shot in the dark. It’s going to be very dangerous business turning over stones in that industry. There’s no telling what I’ll uncover or who I’ll unintentionally piss off along the way... If we’re going to do this, than we need to be sure it’s not just some wild goose chase. I mean, what evidence do you even have to suggest that this has anything to do with sex-trafficking?”

“Well, while we don’t have anything too solid just yet, we’ve been looking into the locations of all the missing persons cases involving young girls and discovered quite a disturbing pattern. There appear to be several repeat locations where these disappearances are taking place. One of those locations is of course the carnival where Néné was last seen. There have been six reported cases from young women, from a variety of species, going missing from that venue in the past month alone. There’s no way it’s a coincidence.”

“Yes, it certainly sounds fishy. In my line of work, these things rarely turn out to be pure coincidence. Well, it’s something I can work with for sure.” Cynthia replied.

“However, I still don’t see the connection between this data and supposed sex trafficking?”

“Indeed. You recall those repeat locations I mentioned? Turns out, they’re all registered under the same name. This individual appears to be buying up a significant amount of land that not soon after appears to be wrapped up in one scandal or another. Though the media never seems to question it, nor do the police. Of course, I find it fanciful that we are the first to discover this. There definitely appears to be foul play involved. Without a doubt, someone with real power is covering this up!”

Cynthia sighed. This was exactly what she had been afraid of. “Shit! Looks like we’re kicking the hornet’s nest after all... Urgh... I suppose it can’t be helped... Who’s this individual then?”

“A Saurius man by the name of ‘Pierrot Pio’.”

“Wh- Huh!?” Cynthia could hardly believe her ears.

“What's the matter? Have you heard of him before.”

“Y-yeah I... Actually never mind, it was a long time ago... So he owns the carnival now… And these other places too?”

“That’s correct. We did a bit of digging into his life, but he appears to be quite the secretive fellow. Or at least, he keeps to himself. Though it appeared that something changed just over several months ago. He was seen numerous times attending gatherings of underground gang leaders along with some extremely high-profile officials who have a past or present connection to several sex-trade scandals. We don’t know how he’s involved, or who’s covering for him. But he’s the best shot we’ve got. Find him, and figure out what exactly it is that he’s up to. In turn, that should lead us to my daughter.”

“Okay. I'm convinced. Well, I sure hope this has nothing to do with trafficking of course. But if it does, I will do my best to get her out of that disgusting underground society, Gerald. I can promise you that.” Cynthia reassured the old man.

“We greatly appreciate it. After we turned to the police and were told to give up on ever finding Néné, we nearly lost all hope. But we saw you as a ray of hope. An independent, third party detective not bought off by anyone, who just so happens to have experience in the sex-work industry. We are counting on you,” Sebastian declared to her.

Sure… I suppose if it really came down to it, I could go undercover as a harlot... She thought.

“I’ll do my best… But don’t get the wrong idea. I was only a stripper, okay? Nothing more than that!” She responded to the butler. Cynthia now secretly held the Saurius dildo between her legs under the table. Softly and discreetly rubbing against her exposed clitoris.

Gosh… I’m still thinking about the way he helped make the chest pains go away by sensually pressing the device against my tits… It was so hot… Alright… I do need to snap out of this… She kept thinking as she secretly pleasured herself under the table.

“Before leaving for the investigation, you’ll of course be needing some new clothes to cover up the prototype with. You’ll want to be discreet with it. After all, this device isn’t strictly legal as of right now. If the Empire found out that we’d been keeping some of the old prototypes around we might get into serious trouble here.” Sebastian informed her, walking back into his Master’s study a few minutes later.

“Great, this just keeps getting better and better.…”

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to break into the Lab in the first place!” Gerald grumbled. He was getting tired and grouchy at this point in the day. Probably time for his nap.

“In any case, I’ve finished up my repair job on your trench coat, and had the rest of your replacement outfit express delivered. A courier dropped it round a few hours ago.”

Hey! Then why the hell have I been sitting here practically naked!? Damn, Butler...  Cynthia thought, slightly agitated as Sebastian started handing over her new clothes.

The thong was no longer blue. It was now of a pink-ish purple shade. Sensually extending her legs out while seated, the lewd private eye slowly slid the tiny piece of cloth up to her thick thighs before having to stand to finish pulling it up high around her heavy ass. It felt a little tighter than her previous one. Perhaps a size too small? She didn’t mind. The thin string felt nice digging in-between her soaking wet labia. The tank top was mostly the same except the colour was more of a dull kaki-green, similar to that of her trench coat, than the dark gray of her previous one. This new tank top also exposed a larger section of her cleavage. Or at least, she seemed to be spilling out quite a bit.

Hmmmm, nice colour... but it seems like this top barely covers my boobs at all! I mean, I do have the bra on now, but I thought the point here was to keep it covered up? Ah... could it be that Sebastian did this on purpose...? What a perv… She thought, having fun.

Now the skirt seemed to have the most differences. Surprising considering her old one wasn’t even damaged...  It was about the same about the same length as before (mega short) albeit with a different pattern. Gone where the white polka-dots, instead replaced by beautiful purple stripes all over. The seductive ‘viewing window’ in both the front and backside of the skirt was gone, however, openings at either side of the skirt were much larger than before. Much less material covered her upper thighs now. It was as if this skirt was closer to a loincloth than anything else. Incredibly skimpy and sensual. There was no way this wasn’t the tall butler’s intention. Though she suspected he’d never admit as much. Oh well, now her legs would be free & unrestricted at least. Besides, the bottom of her trench coat usually covered the sides of her upper thighs & hips anyway. Speaking of which, she finally picked up her coat.

It wasn’t perfect. The stitches were fairly visible, but she didn’t mind. She loved that coat and all the sentimental value it held for her.

“I’m sorry for the rather rushed stitchings... If you weren’t so adamant on leaving straight away I could have done a much better job…” Sebastian apologized to her.

“I don’t care. It looks great. I’ve had this coat for a very long time, so I was quite upset when a group of short Saurius henchmen roughed it up while—Ah never mind the details! I’m just glad you were able to fix it up this well. Besides, these are like marks of experience. I’ll wear them with pride. Thank you, Sebastian, for all of this. It will do nicely.” Cynthia stood on the tips of her toes to place a kiss on the tall man’s cheek, before turning heel and making for the study’s doors with an erotic sway in her hip.

“Well, I’ll be off now. I’ll start with the scene of the crime at the carnival’s outdoor theater stand. See if I can’t find any more clues or dig up some dirt on what old man Pierrot’s been up to these days.”

“One moment, Miss Widdowfield. There was something else I had been meaning to speak with you about…” Gerald mentioned.

“What is it?”

“We should probably sit back down for this one…”

“No thanks. I’m in a hurry. I want to get the investigation underway as soon as possible. Like you mentioned before, every minute counts in a missing persons case.”

“Very well… I’m afraid there’s no easy way of saying this, but you would have realized it soon enough anyway, if you hadn’t already... Sadly, we lost your eggs during the operation… I’m very sorry… They didn’t make it… We had to choose between saving them or yourself... Well, truth be told, yourself and the DNA Valkyrie prototype. I regret to admit, that for us, it was not really a choice at all... I hope you understand...” He softly revealed to her.

“Oh…” She hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t even given it a second thought since she woke up yesterday. The non-pregnant detective immediately reached for her lower abdomen before stopping herself. It wasn’t necessary. She knew it was true the moment she thought about it. Her fertilized ova, Joss’s unborn children, were no more. Cynthia was finally free from that slimy bastard. And yet, a small part of her remained... unfulfilled. She couldn’t quite find the emotions to describe this sensation, let alone the words.

“I see…”