DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 19: Rebellion

CHAPTER 19: REBELLION

While Cynthia had barely managed to remain conscious, she was still completely drained of both energy and vitality. She couldn’t pick herself up from the sticky puddle she had fallen into, but was at least able to roll herself over so that she could continue to breath normally. Her entire upper torso and face were drenched in semen, and her loins were dripping a mixture of Saurius cum and her own ejaculate onto the freshly stained floor. The pregnancy plug kept vibrating as she desperately tried to ignore the unbearable sensation it inflicted upon her.

With only, one eye still open, she saw Joss standing motionless above her. Just when it looked like he was about to finally say something to her – Quentin appeared out of nowhere behind his own boss – quickly placed one, strong arm around his neck, and imprisoned him in a headlock.

“What... What’s going on…” She was barely able to push out of her mouth.

“I should have done this a long, long time ago…” Quentin said.

“What the fuck is this?” Joss yelled.

“... Quentin...?” She kept whispering.

“... This is the last time. This is going to be the last time you’ll ever have to endure such awful things from this man.” Quentin spoke directly to the seemingly broken girl before him.

“... What are you talking about, Quentin? Everything is fine. I’m fine. In the end, I pretty much volunteered for all of this... I want the money. I need the money. Don’t hurt the boss…” She said, still unintentionally maintaining her whispering tone. If she had more energy, she would have used it.

“You don’t get it, do you? He has done this to many other women who worked here. Trust me, Cynthia! I have been a bouncer here for a while and I’ve... seen things.” He argued.

“... Look, I cannot speak for the other strippers who worked here, but I am personally fine with the way this has worked out. I don’t mind having to get a bit physical every once in a while if it means I get a bonus. You don’t understand. If I don’t get to keep this job, I’ll be homeless soon…” She desperately explained. She attempted to sound angry and convicted, but her pleas just came out as pathetic whimpers.

“As I said earlier, you must be in shock right now, Cynthia. That’s why you're saying these things at the moment. You don’t deserve this. You deserve better. You are more than just a cheap prostitute, you’re a private investigator with dreams and a passion that I don’t usually see from the other girls that work in this disgusting place. And from what I can tell, your one of the only independent detectives around that isn’t already bought out by police departments or crime lords. This is precious. Really precious.” Quentin encouraged her to focus on her much less lucrative gig as a private eye. Performing at the club was tremendously more appealing from a revenue point of view and all of them knew it.

“You're fucking crazy! Let go of me, you thick skulled freak!” Joss screeched, all panicked as he started to feel himself running out of air.

“Not yet,” Quentin responded. The semen covered performer was desperate to help Joss talk his way out of this. To prevent Quentin from doing something irrational that she knew he’d regret. But she simply didn’t have the willpower to argue any longer. She could feel her remaining open eye start to strain.

Fuzziness.

As if a transparent, dirty, and foggy filter had been cast over her eye.

It was hard for her to see.

But she still managed to make out Quentin turning around with Joss still trapped in his headlock. The bouncer brought him towards the exit that led to the back-stage, down the corridor near where the dressing room was.

For a strip club bouncer to be rebelling against the owner of the place, it was as if a fiercely loyal knight had suddenly turned against his king in the name of justice. That was the feeling Cynthia got from this current display, though she couldn’t see it herself.

When the two promptly left her field of view, the performer tried to play the hero for her wretched boss. She tried to get up from the floor. It took her a while, a few minutes of trial and error, but ultimately succeeded to stand. Walking was very difficult for her with the constantly, vibrating, organic, pregnancy plug still comfortably jammed inside of her pussy.

Come on... You can do it...

Slowly and awkwardly, she traversed the stage, stumbled towards the exit leading to the back-rooms and turned the right corner. Even down the corridor, she couldn’t see Quentin and Joss. They were long gone. She was too late.

She kept trying to walk in the corridor, eventually crashing down onto her knees. Demoralized, that she hadn’t been able to do anything to prevent this, but determined not to give up. She forced herself to keep going through the sluggish method of crawling.

Half-way down the corridor, Cynthia finally caved, and gave in to the idea of taking at least a short moment to recover inside her dressing room as she passed by. She was able to crawl to the foot of the stool on which her detective clothes were clumsily draped across. She appeared to reach for them, but was instead aiming for one of her trench coat's many pockets. Cynthia took something from it – the photograph of her and her Mother. While the last time she had laid eyes upon it was by mistake, it was certainly no accident this time. Sadness engulfed her. She would have erupted into tears if she had the strength left. Her mommy, despite their differences and troubled past, was very dear to her. Right now, she was in desperate need of hope and the woman who generously took care of her since she came into this world brightly gleamed with an aura of it.

She held the picture close to her chest while staring at it...

Before finally collapsing on the grimy dressing room floor...

Cynthia woke up an hour or two later.

It was early dawn. The day was soon about to begin. The sun was already rising. While there were no windows in the dressing room, the door remained wide open, allowing for quite a lot of sunlight to seep into the room. As she awoke, the abandoned performer noticed that she no longer had anything lodged in her vagina. The pregnancy plug wasn’t there anymore. She could no longer feel it. Quickly reaching for her pussy, Cynthia accidentally fingered herself with her index finger in her rush to confirm her suspicions. That was unexpected, though it probably shouldn’t have been. Her labia had of course been loosened quite a bit during the night's events.  At least her vagina was now empty and free once again. Well, except for the finger she had just jammed in there. Looking around, she was soon able to locate what remained of Joss's pregnancy plug between her large, thick thighs. It was no longer vibrating and seemed to have decreased in size somewhat, as if it had melted during her sleep. She touched the strange lump of organic matter with the tips of her fingers and discovered it had become all gooey and slimy. It was completely different from the sturdy, solid state it had been in when it first latched onto her insides a few hours ago. The stripper finally stood up, changed back into her private investigator outfit, and made sure not to forget the picture of her with her Mom.

Before leaving the club, she turned the entire place over, frantically attempting to find any amount of cash from Joss to pay for her night of hard work. There was a safe inside of his office, beneath his desk. Though she was unable to open it, she did manage to find a couple of dollars in one of the draws. It wasn’t much, but she took it.

Most of the region had swapped over to using a digital currency of imperial credits, but run-down areas like this still traded in paper money most of the time. With the right connection, you could still purchase everything you needed the old fashioned way. She searched the rest of the place for an additional twenty minutes but failed to find any more cash.

Fuck...

It had become very obvious that she now had to find Joss and Quentin to get her money. She had no idea if she would still have the opportunity to work in this place in the future after rescuing her boss. Hell... She wasn’t even totally sure she wanted to save Joss. However, she definitely wanted to get paid at least. What she’d do with him after getting her money was not her number one concern right now.

It appeared the sun was not the only thing on the horizon this morning. Cynthia Widdowfield had a new case to pursue.

But this busty, cum-stained, private detective needed to hurry. With rent for her apartment and office due very soon, she was quickly running out of time...