Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 152: Cat-O-Nine-Tails [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"I choose you for the punishment of course," Delphi sighed. "Actually, wait, wait, can I appeal?" she asked with excitement. "I can take it to court and explain what happened and that it was an accident."

"Accidents don’t equal a defence to clan law. If the crime occurs, it doesn’t matter if it was an accident, the assailant must pay the penalty. If you accidentally kill someone, you’ll be punished. Did the club come off you or Sasha? Who touched it last before it flew off and hit Casey?"

"Me," she muttered miserably. "It was my boot that kicked it from her hand to defend myself from being struck."

"Well, there then, you have you answer. You chose not to be struck, instead, you lashed out blindly to save yourself. In taking that uncontrolled action, you injured another warrior."

"Oh stop, please stop," she covered her ears, shaking her head and closing her eyes. "Let’s get this over with and get out of this dismal hut of pain."

"Punishment hut," he watched her with amusement.

"Mm. Whatever. Torture hut. Hut of humiliation. They all work."

"Good, your first decision’s made then, you’ve chosen me to administer your punishment. Second decision, what implement do you prefer?"

Alton strode over with an unreasonable level of delight at her predicament, that was driving Delphi crazy.

He picked up some of the weapons that hung along the wall, smacking them into his palm to test their heft.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she asked him sourly.

"Maybe just a little," he admitted.

"This is domestic violence! Do you enjoy hurting women?"

"Of course not! But I could enjoy spanking you. Actually this looks like a whip here too. I think I could enjoy this," he smacked it into the palm of his hands a few times. "If you’re feeling too scared to watch, I could blindfold you too," he said suggestively.

"Oh ho! Now you’re using my clan punishment to get in some kinky B&D. What ’til I tell Bill."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "You want to tell Bill about our sex life, Delphine?"

She rubbed the spot between her eyes. "You’re twisting my words."

She liked the fact he used the words ’our sex life’ though. That was a definite softening of his polite act.

"Okay. Let’s get this over with," she said with resignation. "You choose."

"Come now, Delphine. Half the fun is watching you choose your own punishment weapon."

"I won’t give you that satisfaction. Now you choose," she insisted.

"Spoilsport," he muttered, taking down the cat-o-nine-tails whip.

"What the hell, Alton!" she pointed at the lethal-looking whip in his hands, her eyes huge.

"You told me to choose. I chose. Now lie down on the punishment bench like a good girl and let me whip you."

Why did those words sound so sexual? thought Delphi with alarm.

She was still sitting up, watching him warily, when he reached her.

"Lie down," he said firmly, pressing her onto the bench, face down.

"No... Alton..."

"Time to put on a good show for the kids," he whispered into her ear. "Make sure you cry out so people outside the hut can hear you."

She nodded miserably, bracing herself. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

When she lay face down and held the bench so tightly her knuckles went white, Alton had to try and wipe the huge smile off his face at this hilarious situation.

He couldn’t believe she really thought that he would hurt her... She could be very naïve sometimes...

"Brace yourself, Delphi!" he called for show.

He brought the whip down with what looked like a lot of force, but which actually landed gently on her ass as he pulled the strike at the last minute.

"Cry out," he whispered as a reminder.

"Oh... Ahh!" she cried for effect.

"Strike two!" he boomed.

The little knotted ropes of the cat-o-nine tails whip pattered gently across Delphi’s military pants, and she gave another loud fake cry of pain.

Actually, something seemed to have hit her erogenous zone, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling the start of a build-up of pleasure.

"Strike three!" roared Alton.

Delphi’s cry of pain this time seemed to Alton to sound more like a moan of delight, like he’d heard her make when he was pleasuring her.

Adding that little moan to the fact that he was whipping her ass was starting to arouse him, and he adjusted his pants around his uncomfortable bulge.

"That’s not the right sound Delphine," he whispered. "That sounded obscene. Better acting this time, please."

Delphi didn’t trust herself to answer as she lay lost in a building haze of climactic pleasure.

"Strike four!"

She let out a loud cry, and this time, it was definitely a breathy high-pitched squeal that Alton recognised.

"Delphine!" he whispered, "are you mucking around! Be serious girl! This is serious stuff. Do you want Casey to do this to you?" he hissed.

She shook her head violently, biting her lips desperately in an attempt to stop the pleasured sounds that were being whipped out of her.

If only he would stop hitting those little ropes so close to her honeypot. Didn’t he know how sensitive she was?

He nodded. She clearly understood to stop mucking about now.

"Strike five!"

She clasped both of her hands tightly over her mouth, desperately stifling the squeal that was drawn from her, though some bits of it still escaped, like a poorly swallowed sneeze.

Delphi’s acting was awful, Alton decided. That noise sounded like a strangled cat not a grunt of pain.

She didn’t think she could take anymore of this. How many strikes? No way could she make it to ten...

"Strike six!"

That was it!

She gasped loudly and let out the little kittenish mewls that Alton knew and loved so well.

He had committed each of her orgasms to memory, so this was a cry he could not mistake.

He dropped the whip and put his head in his hand, the other hand trying to press down his raging erection that was impossible to control when she was in this state.