DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 4 - Chapter 42: Escaping The Black Market

Vol. 4: Chapter 42: Escaping The Black Market

“Shouldn’t we save everyone or something?” Nene asked.

“Nah!” Cynthia shrugged her shoulders in a pretty uncaring way. 

The private detective was surely not interested in staying here any longer. The happy thing for her was that she had finally reunited with Nene and Slice. The both of them hugged Cynthia after she escaped from the arena.

Meanwhile, the delta had been let loose by her. 

The delta was freed. 

He was out for revenge against the people who brought him here. The count would surely have to face the music now. Cynthia and the others wouldn’t even be able to stop the delta, even if they tried. The thing they needed the most was backup and now. This was why the private eye thought it was best to go now while they had the opportunity to do so. 

“Nene, why would we help the bad guys?” Slice then brought up a pretty decent point.

“Um… I guess you make a good point,” Nene replied to her after rubbing her chin for a few seconds. 

“Okay, let’s go. Let’s not hang around here any longer. I think I know the way out,” Cynthia declared.

“You think?” Nene questioned her.

“Yeah.” 

Cynthia took a step forward, and then the two other girls followed her tight.  

“Let’s get out of here,” Slice perhaps celebrated a little bit too early.

…

In the meantime, the young women could hear everyone at the black markets screaming in terror was they were chased by the delta during this perfect distraction.

“That way!” Nene shouted as she saw the exit of the black market. 

Up ahead, there was a set of stairs that would lead them upstairs.

They were so close to reaching the exit, until… 

… A certain someone suddenly stopped them by stepping right in front of them.

That person was the count. 

“The count…” Cynthia didn’t think that he would dare to go after them, especially not on his own without any bodyguards around, as all of them were currently being chased by the delta. 

“Him!” Nene simply shouted.

“Who?” Slice didn’t know or remember who that was, even though she was told about him before. 

“Cynthia Widdowfield, where do you think you’re going?” The count finally spoke to her after raising his head and setting his gaze upon her. 

“Out of this dump! What do you think?” Cynthia sloppily declared to him. Never beating around the bushes, but always being true to herself and saying what she means. 

“You are not allowed to. None of you are,” the pterosaur saurius made sure to make his point come across. 

“What do you want from us?” Cynthia folded her arms together, pushing them against her big tits, squishing them hard.

“It’s simple: If you survive the night, you shall become my new sex-slave, Widdowfield,” he finally made his intentions clearer.

“What are you talking about?”

“He wants you to be his sex-slave?” Slice asked to make sure she had heard correctly. 

“You want the meanest bitch as your slave?” Nene didn’t think this was the best idea ever.  

“Of course. Ever since she defeated me, I began thinking that she was the woman I needed the most…” the count revealed to them.

“Me?” she couldn’t believe her ears.

“Her?” the same thing for Nene.

“Why do you want our team leader?” Slice didn’t want to see Cynthia go anywhere. She felt safer in her presence since Cynthia was the one who rescued her from the pyramid prison not too long ago. 

“Cynthia Widowfield. You are such a big slut that I’m still amazed that you didn’t offer to give our acquisition a blow-job in the arena earlier,” it sounded like this was exactly what the count had been looking forward to this entire time.  

“Oh, interesting. To be honest, I thought about it, but yet again, your acquisition as you said it was nothing cooperating too much. Perhaps a little too savage. Even for me, if you can believe that,” she gave her explanation to the pterosaur Saurius as to why she didn’t give the delta a blow-job. Something that she could now definitely tell was something the count was originally counting on more than anything else. 

“It’s good,” he mentioned.

“Uh? Is it good? What do you mean by that?” the private eye asked him, even more confused now.

“I was testing the limits. Looks like you can hold back now, something you couldn’t do before. If you didn’t give our specimen a little treat, I am even more shocked that you didn’t seize this perfect opportunity to strip-dance her in the arena. I mean, you are so good at it. Your talent is incomparable,” he complimented in some way.

 “Hold on, now, count-guy! The more you are talking about it and the more I feel like this was a missed opportunity!” The bimbo detective lifted both hands up in the air and seriously began thinking about this. 

“You are not legitimately thinking about it, I hope?” Nene began questioning Cynthia. 

…

There was a short silence.

Cynthia didn’t say anything, confirming that there was something to it and that she was honestly thinking about it.

“Hey! If she feels like it, she feels like it, you know?” Slice had a totally different attitude about it than Nene did. 

“So, I am going to give you a choice: You either get back in the arena, and you strip for me, or I end you right now,” the count threatened Cynthia.

“And how are you going to do that exactly?” Cynthia placed both hands on her wide hips and challenged him. 

…

The count’s pterosaur wing swung open. 

He had spiky claws at the tip of his wings, which were pointed right at her, threatening her. 

“Okay, then, I guess I want to strip inside the arena… It’s fine, I was feeling like it anyway…” Cynthia was only telling the truth. 

The blue-haired detective then began walking backward toward the arena.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” Nene fully intended to battle the count instead.