DNA Valkyrie - Chapter Seven: A Dangerous Case

A new DNA Valkyrie chapter. I hope you are going to enjoy it. 

CHAPTER 7: A DANGEROUS CASE

Yes, private investigator, Cynthia Widdowfield was so desperate for cash to make ends meet that she often accepted very dangerous and sketchy cases, but this was something greater than anything she had taken on before. A rich, abducted young woman? Okay. Not too bad. A rich, abducted young woman that was by now, probably imprisoned as a part of some underground sex slave ring?

No way.

She thought as she finally uncrossed her arms to stand up to the two men in the room, emoting defiance and resistance.

“No. No, thank you.” She said as she turned around on them and started walking towards the exit of the room.

“You will be paid, of course. This isn’t a free gig if this is what you’re thinking. Look at this place, look at how luxurious this manor is, we can give you a home of this scale if it’s what you want. Please help us find her. Please…” The butler begged her.

“I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands. Even if I truly wanted to, I would only be a fool to take on this job.” She said, directly referring to the fact that it would be virtually suicide for a lone woman such as herself to single handedly  stand up against the powerful, organized crime syndicates that ruled the underworld sex trafficking scene. Hell, the police even had a solid deal with the slave trade to keep things protected, silent, and hidden in the shadows. Corrupt cops could kill you just for trying to fish for info on these places. It was one of the many reasons that Cynthia despised the Empire’s law enforcement.

Despite all the dangerous and questionable things Cynthia had done in the past, combining her private investigator and stripteaser lifestyles, she wasn’t heavy headed to the point of risking her life. And yet again, while all the promises she was given right now seemed very rewarding, this was all far too weird for her. People had played her before when she was a little younger, golden promises like those often meant that something unpredictably bad would be lurking around the next turn. Did she want to have lots of money? To get rich? To get her own manor? Yes. Yes. And yes.

But, not to the point of risking the precious life that her Momma gave her.

“Please, please, we can make you a millionaire…” The tall butler persisted. She continued walking out of the room.

“Leave her, Sebastian. Let her go. She’s made her choice,” Gerald, the sick, old, Saurius said softly to his loyal employee. After hearing his voice, Cynthia stopped moving forward. She stopped at the entrance of the door. At the threshold, she unintentionally recalled the sweet taste of Joss’s semen from the night before...

“I don’t want to be cruel or anything like that, but did you ever considered this? What if she was never abducted? What if no one took her away and it was instead all her own free will? Most women enjoy getting fucked and bred by Saurius men correct? Perhaps she simply wanted to indulge her primal instincts like a true whore? ... N-not that I would know anything about that of course... In any case, I'm sure it'd be a lucrative business venture for someone who went to that industry willingly. Just some food for thought... Later.” Without even looking at either of them, she left. She vanished from Gerald’s manor.

It took her a while to get back to her crappy office, no longer having the benefits of Sebastian, the tall butler, as a chauffeur. No free ride home. She had to walk for a bit, then take a bus to finally get back to the disgusting building where her office was. She had to come back there to finish a few things, do some paperwork, and collect her makeup to get fully ready for her shift at the club that was just about to start in no more than twenty minutes from now.

On the many public transport services offered by the Empire, female passengers were required to make a choice as outlined under the ‘Inter-Species Reproduction Act’. The first option was to sit on the specially designed seats that were installed with retractable, water-cooled dildos for the girls to insert. They were used as tools to monitor the fertility levels of the general populace, and even ejaculated a substance that helped improve vaginal durability, further preparing females of all races for their large, Saurius mates. These cooling sex toys were enjoyed and highly popular among women during the especially warm Summers. Alternatively, women could instead choose to stand in the middle of the vehicle, holding on to handrails for support. If a female chose that option, it would automatically signal her consent to be molested, to any Saurius license holder in the vehicle. It was not uncommon for this option to result in many new Saurius and Urzax children being conceived.

While Cynthia's faked exemption card allowed her to avoid contact with a Saurius’s sexual organ, license holders were still free to molest her if she chose to stand. Therefore, she opted to sit. She usually avoided public transport during peak traffic hours. Right now, she was just thankful that some seats still remained. Besides, the dildos did feel rather refreshing as they pulsated and released their supplemental gel inside of the seated female passenger’s womb. It would certainly help get Cynthia in the mood for her performance tonight, if she still even had a job...

When she finally arrived at the office, she noticed that something was wrong, very wrong. The front door of the building was unlocked. Cynthia locked it herself before leaving with Sebastian, earlier. She was nervous. The busty detective was the only one who had the key to get in.

The lone, private investigator did what she thought was the smart thing to do and circled the entire building to use the backdoor. If someone was truly inside, perhaps she could surprise them or at least take a chance to analyze the situation. She had never been robbed before. But there wasn’t anything of real value in her office. Why would someone break in? A homeless person using the building as a shelter perhaps?

Cynthia unlocked the backdoor as silently as she could, and slowly pushed it open. She took a sneak peek inside: nothing. She didn’t see nor hear anything.

She silently walked in, looked around, advanced through the main corridor of the place till she entered her office where she was surprised to see Richard, the Ankylosaurus Saurius, casually sitting on her cracked desk, waiting for her to return.

“Well, well, finally back, huh, bitch?” he said.

“Dick? What are you doing here?”

“Told you, slut, you couldn’t bust me. Come on, come on. Don’t be shy. You are free to come into your own, little office: if we even call a dump like this an office.”

She slowly, fully entered the room and confronted the man she had ‘apparently’ caught for the police last night.

“How can you not be in jail right now? I saw all those cops storming the bar,” she recalled to him.

“True, but may I ask you why you thought they would lock me up? I mean, yes, you caught me, they brought me with them, but if I am a criminal, what are the crimes I’ve committed? Can you kindly inform me?”

“Let’s see: You sell drugs, you kill people that get in your way, or rather, you pay other people to commit murders for you... During one of my recent investigations, I found out that you drugged your own Mother and paid someone to kill her... You had an imperial bounty on your head for goodness sake! Do I need to say more?” Cynthia asked him.

“Oh, that was just a clerical error. The station’s chief apologized profusely for this little misunderstanding all day. It was nothing a bit of money couldn't solve after all. After I got out, I did a bit of investigating of my own,  had a look at some of your files on the imperial records. Turns out your an ISRA exemption card holder. I was pretty surprised. It’s a rare medical condition indeed. One in a million. Only trouble is, I didn't recognize the name of the doctor who authorized your exemption papers. Some old guy who hadn't practiced for a number of years it seems. Strangest thing is, his handwriting on that application form looks an awful lot like the writing we found in journals all over this office. So how about that, Cynthia? Now I'm not a professional like you, but if I had to come to some kind of conclusion, well, I'd say you've been a real naughty little whore. Am I right?” he said.

“I- I don’t know what you're talking about. My exemption card is totally legal. You can't do anything to me, or…” She said. Richard looked at her in the eyes as he slowly and menacingly stood up from the desk.

“Or what? Gonna call the police again, slut?”

“Shit... Look, I got paid to turn you in, and you got off scot-free. Can't we just call this a win-win situation and move on with our lives?”

“Please...?” Cynthia softly begged and insisted.

“How about no, bitch!” He said with a cold voice while stopping his walk a few inches away from her face. He then grabbed his cellphone from his coat pocket.

Click!

Richard clicked one button and his henchmen entered into the small room. Four dark-brown skinned, Gecko looking Saurius calmly walked into the room and surrounded the trapped detective.

Cynthia’s ovaries were on fire as she saw the four, horny Saurius coming closer and closer to her.