DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 4 - Chapter 43: Arena Stripping

Vol. 4 - Chapter 43: Arena Stripping

Chaos was still a major factor here at the black market. 

Chaos was rampant.

Yet, the count overtly felt more than comfortable using that chaos with the delta to his advantage.

Thanks to him, Cynthia was back once again in the cage. She was in the arena, and she couldn’t get out. Not because there was no way out, (the gate was still open), but because if she did, the count would hurt her friends. He had Nene and Slice and, unfortunately, for them, they had both been chained to a large dino skull. It was a fossil. In this case, it was a giganotosaurus skull. They couldn’t get away. It was up to Cynthia to do whatever the count was asking of her, so he wouldn’t do anything worse to them.   

This was, of course, the very last thing that she was hoping to see happen to her buddies. 

“Now, strip-dance for me!” the winged saurius commanded her.

However, this was only one little problem in his grand plan…

Cynthia deeply and honestly didn’t mind doing something like this.

The arena didn’t bother her, at all.

Cynthia even felt like it was finding herself again.

It had been so long since the last time she strip-danced that she was looking forward to it. 

Alright. This is it, Cynthia knew it was up to her to please the count. 

In her mind, this was the only way to distract him, so she could save everyone and make this dangerous mission a success.

“How convenient,” she said to herself as she held on to a strip-pole at the center of the arena. She held onto it using the palm of her right hand, and then she sensually began spinning around it. Nice and slow. She was taking her time. Yes, her friends were in danger, but there was no rush for her to strip right away. She thought it was best for her to take her time, so she could buy more time. She was hoping to buy more time for Nene and Slice to try to break free from their chains while Mr. Count was staring at her with his perverted eyes. However, she was also buying time because she was still holding out hope that the cavalry was going to come for them sooner or later. Trix had to know that they were in trouble by now, since it had been so long that they had any contact with them. 

“Yes…” the count’s cock came out from under his cloak, and it was throbbing as it stared right at her in the arena. 

Her nipples tingling and twitching, Cynthia felt the need to speed up a little.

She leapt into the air and spun around the metallic pole at the center of the arena. 

She spun three times around it before she ascended all the way up on the pole, using her thick and smooth thighs to climb on the pole, something she used to do all the time when she was still working as a stripper, and something she was legitimately looking forward to doing again.

What she was wearing right now was a slave outfit that she was given by the count and his saurius men.

The slave outfit mostly consisted of a two-piece metallic bikini. Both pieces were purple, but it was all metal. The top pieces for her chest were tiny, and it was forged, so there were dino claws holding her big tits or trying to hold them as much as possible. Her large breasts were always risking escaping out of her cups, especially when she was moving, but the good thing was that her tits still stayed inside of her bikini top. Meanwhile, the bottom part of the slave outfit was also pretty minuscule. The metallic part was only the front part of it. In the rear end, this was a completely different story. In the back, the bottom part of the outfit was an easily-flexible thong that wrapped firmly around her butt-cheeks, digging deep into her ass. 

Finally, the slave outfit couldn’t be complete without any interesting footwear. In this case, Cynthia had purple toeless high-heeled shoes.

“Watch this, fucker…” Cynthia sensually and directly spoke to the count as she erotically undid her slave bikini top.

Thump! 

It came down.

She slowly slid it down until her big tits were mostly revealed, minus for her heart-shaped nipples.

Cynthia was seriously taking her time.    

Then…

She finally moved the bikini top out of the way.

Her heart-shaped nipples were finally revealed to the count.

His eyes widened. 

Her nipples were staring straight at him.   

This was all he was hoping and wishing for. He had her again, and the fact that he was able to maintain her in this dome-like arena in this underground zone meant for him that he had her all for himself. He didn’t want to lose her again. Cynthia could certainly imagine that this was all he could think about as he attentively watched, stripped and danced for him. She climbed all over the pole with her legs all opened up, revealing her beautiful naked pussy to him. 

The count was still staring at her and at nothing else.

This was exactly what the blue-heart detective was hoping for.

During the strip-dancing, Nene was secretly able to undo the lock that bound her to those chains. She used her raptor nails in order to free herself.

Meanwhile, Slice also successfully freed herself by biting off the chains using her sharp dino teeth! 

Crunch! Crunch! 

Both ladies were freed thanks to Cynthia’s lovely distraction.    

“You freed yourself?” Nene asked Slice.

“You did too,” Slice replied to her.

“Want to beat this old guy up?” Nene offered to her.

“What do you think?” 

…

Two looming shadows were cast over the count as he was still too busy salivating at the mouth, whale watching the strip-dancer in the arena. 

Those two looming shadows were Nene and Slice.

“Hey, you…”

“Hey, you…”

The two ladies said to him at the same time.

“What?” the count finally turned around and understood that he was surrounded by them.