Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 153: We’re Not Flirting! [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"Delphi... what the fuck?" Alton hissed at her, keeping his voice low to avoid the hidden watchers. "I barely touched you with that whip, and it was on your army cargos."

She couldn’t answer him just yet... She was too high and hazy, and still coming down.

She sighed happily, resting her head on her clasped hands. "Good punishment, keep going Alton," she whispered sweetly to him.

"I’ll do the last four on your back, just to avoid any unnecessary trouble," he grumbled.

She nodded. It was clear to him she could care less in the state she was in now...

Alton completed the ten strokes and Delphi squealed appropriately for him on the last four... pity about the first six, he thought sourly.

They exited the hut and headed off to the building that had been prepared as the Rebellion’s HQ on the Island, where they would sleep tonight.

"Make sure you rub you ass like it hurts," he hissed at her, still annoyed at her and readjusting his crotch.

His large bulge hadn’t escaped her, and she took note for Operation Honey Trap. Her climaxing turned him on. That was interesting... Or was it whipping her ass that did it?

She would have liked to ask him. Maybe she would?

She deliberately reached back and rubbed her ass from top to bottom and then back the other way, over and over again, arching her back and dropping her head back.

"Ouch! Ouchy! Oh, my assss," she purred.

"Bloody hell, Delphi, stop it," he growled at her. "People will be watching us. We’re the star attractions here..."

"It hurts sooo much!" she cried. "Alton, I really need someone to kiss it better," she teased him in a babydoll voice, putting her fingers in her mouth and widening her eyes at him.

"You’re begging for Casey to claim you and drag you back to that hut," he warned her.

"I noticed that you really enjoyed our time in the torture hut together," she continued to torment him, glancing pointedly down at his noticeable bulge. "Just for my future reference, is it whipping me on the ass, or me climaxing that turned you on?"

"Hmm, let me see, I believe it was whipping you until you climaxed. Yup. That’ll about do it for me.

I think we can be pretty certain that’s the first time that’s happened on the old punishment bench. It’s seen a lot of screaming, but never of that variety, I’ll warrant..."

Now she blushed.

"Oh now you have the good grace to be embarrassed. It’s a bit late for that. Maybe when you were busy receiving your whipping, and quietly getting off on it," he hissed.

"That may have been the moment for some good old-fashioned shame. Maybe you could have said," Alton mimicked her high-pitched voice; "’Alton, can you hit me somewhere else please? You’re stroking my kitty cat, and I might just have a massive orgasm in public if you keep going!’"

"You make it sound like it was my fault," she grumbled. "You did it all. You know I’m hypersensitive, what did you think would happen? And I couldn’t talk. I was otherwise occupied," she avoided his eyes.

Bill was waiting for the pair in the dark outside the HQ and caught the last of their conversation.

"Come on you two. How about you stop flirting and get it on already."

"We’re not flirting!" they both snapped.

"Mmhm," he said knowingly. "Pull the other one. Come on, I want to give you the tour."

Bill showed them how to open the secret door into the building, which was through a basement entrance and a tunnel.

"The front door is false," he showed them. "This reinforced brick wall is all that’s behind it."

Alton nodded admiringly.

"Same with all the windows. There are no real windows in the house. From the outside it looks like the curtains are drawn, but behind the glass is double brick with sheet metal between the layers. The whole place is a reinforced bunker."

He pointed up at the ceiling. "The gable roof is false. It sits on top of a reinforced concrete roof. If the place needs to be defended, there are arrow slits, here, here, here," he pointed at the places for archers to stand and launch arrows, or crossbowmen to launch bolts.

"From the outside, those are the spots that look like gingerbread crosses on the brick walls. You just slide these metal doors open to access them."

"Amazing Bill," breathed Delphi. "It looks like the cutest little cottage from the outside but it’s really a military bunker."

He nodded with satisfaction. "Yup. It’s been a while in the making, and you guys motivated us to finally finish it! Saved the best ’til last though. Come and check this out."

Bill lead them both down to the basement and showed them how to use the combination lock to the armoury. It was packed to the rafters with weapons. Bows and arrows, swords, spears, clubs, Molotov cocktails...

"Good Lord, Bill," said Alton, "how long have you guys been collecting these weapons?"

"Years and years. We’ve been waiting for the right rebellion to gain a head of steam. Didn’t want to waste our efforts and people on a rebellion with no chance of success. We’re 100% behind you guys. Controlling the tubiàn is a game changer. You can take that dictator down with the backing of the dragons."

"And the people Bill," Delphi reminded him. "We can’t do it without them behind us. That’s where your clan can help us too."

"We already are. Winning the hearts and minds one person at a time. Come up and I’ll show you the bunk room. I’m sure your mob are tired. We’ll let you get some sleep. We could billet you out with families, but it’s safer for you and us if you’re out of sight. You’ll sleep tight in here."

He lead them to a huge bunkroom which had triple bunks all the way up to the ceiling, packed in so tightly Alton had to turn sideways to slide between them.

"Perfect. Thanks very much Bill," said Alton. "You and your clan are champions. This will make an ideal main operating base on the Island."

"Yes Bill, this is an amazing facility," seconded Delphi. "This will give the teams somewhere to withdraw to when field operations get too hot."

"That’s the plan," he said. "I almost forgot to mention, the door at the back of the armoury leads to a food storage room. We’ve filled it with canned food and bottled water in case of a siege."

Delphi nodded with determination. "Hopefully we never need it, but ideal if we need to hunker down and wait for rescue. Han built us a ham radio to set up here. It’s in Baer’s pack, so we’ll get it situated in that war room tomorrow before we head out."

Delphi and Alton headed back to the covered pavilion where the feast and fighting had taken place. They found their team now sitting around with the warriors, playing drinking games.

"Here they are!" cried one of the warriors.