Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 158: Assault [R18 Trigger Warning]

[TRIGGER WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT INCLUDING AN ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT. PLEASE SKIP THIS Chapter IF THIS MATERIAL COULD BE POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING OR EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGING FOR YOU]

"I’ll meet you back at camp," called Delphi, "I’m going to wash my hair".

The other girls waved goodbye and left Delphi alone in the inlet. She luxuriated in the peace and quiet for a few minutes, lazily breast-stroking through the cold water.

When she could stand the temperature no longer, she swam into shore and grabbed the shampoo. It felt so good to rid herself of the dust of travel and to rinse her hair clean.

She sat on the beach and dried herself, dragging on clean underwear and her spare uniform. She hummed happily. So nice to be clean!

She towel-dried her freshly washed hair, and was combing the tangles from it when she saw a shadow cross over the sun and she felt more than heard, someone, or something, behind her.

Before she could turn, she was hit from behind, smashing her into the sand.

Whatever it was had hit her incredibly hard. She felt like she’d run into a brick wall.

Little sparks of light danced in front of her eyes, and she had to shake her head to stop from passing out.

She sucked in air and looked up to see what it was.

An absolutely enormous, uniformed soldier had crash tackled her.

He was now pinning her into the sand with one arm while he sliced open her military cargo pants with his combat knife.

He wrenched her dagger off her thigh through the hole he had cut and tossed it far out into the lake.

He grabbed her by the hair, right up close to the base of her head and started to drag her backwards across the beach.

"If you scream, I’ll slit your throat," he growled, waving the huge combat knife in front of her eyes.

She wouldn’t put it past this giant of a man. He had dead eyes; the sort that looked completely devoid of empathy and intelligence.

She tried to drag her boots in the sand to slow his progress, but he pulled her along as easily as if she were a pull-along toy on a string.

The man looked to be at least 6’9", if not taller, and he was huge; 350 pounds, maybe more.

"Where are you taking me?" she panted, thrashing her arms and legs as she struggled to get free.

He didn’t bother to answer her. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

From the direction she was being dragged, he was taking her into a patch of bushland behind the dam wall.

It was pretty clear to her why he was taking her there. She redoubled her efforts, but they had absolutely no impact.

Maybe she should have screamed when she was back on the beach and risked him slitting her throat, she thought.

With the distance he was dragging her, screaming wouldn’t matter soon because no one would hear her out here.

"Let... me... go!" she punched and scratched at the man’s legs, but he walked on, unbothered by her fists or her nails, which couldn’t pierce through his uniform anyway.

She tried to reach his sword which was strapped to his waist, but though she could touch the scabbard, she couldn’t get to the blade.

He reached a flat piece of land where the bush was less dense, but surrounded them so they couldn’t be seen, and he stopped.

Delphi was panting with the effort of fighting him. She was still angry, rather than scared.

He continued to hold her by the hair, and now he held her t-shirt out a few inches from her back.

"Stay still, or I’ll cut you." A man of few words...

He sliced the t-shirt in two and yanked it off her, leaving her in her bra and combat pants.

"Listen mate, I don’t know what you think you’re up to, but don’t think I’m going to let you do anything to me without me fighting you tooth and nail."

"You can try," he gave a dry chuckle, his bulk making a mockery of her statement.

Back at camp, when Delphi hadn’t reappeared after more than long enough to wash her hair, Alton started to get concerned.

"What did she say she was doing, Arrie?" he asked her again.

"She just said she wanted to wash her hair and see you back at camp," Arrie replied, her forehead crinkled in concern. "Shall I go to the beach and check if she’s still there?"

"No! Leave it to us now. Niko! Let’s go."

Alton gathered up his broadsword at a run. Niko looked around in surprise, scooped up his sword, and followed his General in the direction of the dam.

When they got close to the beach, Alton called out from the tree line.

"Delphi, are you there? Niko and I are coming in, so make sure you cover yourself."

There was no reply.

"Wait here for a sec’ in case she’s unclothed," said Alton.

Niko noticed with interest that it was fine for the General to see her naked, just not for him.

Alton ran onto the beach. Not only was she not there, but her towel and toiletries were still there, and they were strewn about, as through there’d been a struggle.

Then he saw the two drag marks of a pair of boots that had clearly been pulled through the sand against the will of the wearer.

"Fuck! Niko!" he yelled. "Let’s go! She’s gone! She’s been taken!"

Niko flew down to the beach and the two men started to run, following the track marks she had left for them.

"It looks like she’s been grabbed by a big man," said Niko, as they ran.

The boot marks that preceded the dragging tracks looked to be a size sixteen at least.

Alton had already taken note of this fact, and he sped up his pace. Sweat was pouring down his face, dripping into his eyes and stinging them.

Please let her be okay, he prayed, his heart beating so fast it seemed to propel him to be able to sprint without stopping, while Niko laboured along beside him, gasping for air.

The huge man pushed Delphi flat to the ground, pinning her under one of his enormous legs.

He started roughly yanking off her combat pants, or what was left of them, because she could tell he had already dragged the ass out of them.

She started to kick and scream in earnest, and he pressed her face into the dirt. He was so strong! For the first time since the attack started, she was scared.

Think, think, think girl! How could she get away from this man mountain?

She took a deep breath and stopped struggling.

She would bide her time and wait for the right moment.

She scrabbled in the dirt with both of her hands, grabbing handfuls of dirt and rocks, as much as she could hold in each palm, chipping and breaking her nails as she dug.