Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 204: We Belong Together For Eternity

[Suggested song for this Chapter – We Belong Together by Ritchie Valens]

Delphi wondered briefly whether she should fight or just go along with this madman; the result would probably be the same in either case.

In the end she discarded the idea of going along with him, because she thought she probably couldn’t do it, even if she wanted to.

She ignored his command to strip off, and walked over to the library, coolly sitting in the comfortable reading chair and plucking a random book off the shelf. The Cruel Prince. Very apt, she thought.

He watched her through his predatory eyes. If she’d bothered to look at him, she would have seen them flash with delight.

"Excellent. We’re doing this the hard way are we?"

He clicked his fingers, and four large female guards ran into the cell through the still open door.

"Strip her and manacle her in the shower," he ordered the women.

Delphi didn’t even look up, continuing to read the first page of The Cruel Prince.

The minute one of the women tried to lay a hand on her though, she leapt from her seat, bounding up onto the bookcase, where she had the benefit of a higher vantage point.

These girls were large, she had to give him that.

God knows where he had located them. Giantess school? Not one of them was shorter than six feet tall and they were built. Good thing she’d gone for the extra height of the bookcase... she needed it!

That was, until the women started to swipe at her legs, whacking at her calves and trying to swipe her legs out from under her.

"Be careful," the Emperor said sharply. "Don’t mark her!"

"What about ’don’t hurt her’?" she panted at him.

"I’m less concerned about that," he chuckled, "though I prefer to do that myself, not through lackies. Don’t hit her head either," he told the female guards. "I want her to have her wits about her."

"Yes Majesty," said their leader.

The Emperor sat himself down in the chair she had been sitting in up until a minute ago. He clicked his fingers again, and like magic, a servant appeared.

Delphi was still running up and down the bookcase, jumping over grasping hands.

He yawned widely. "Bring me a whisky on the rocks. And change the record. Put on Ritchie Valens’ We Belong Together."

Delphi somersaulted off the end of the bookshelf, landing on her feet, and ran at full pelt for the open door.

"Close the door," called the Emperor lazily, and the door was slammed shut before she could reach it.

The four huge women pelted after her. They were close on her heels as she tore off in the opposite direction, running towards the huge circular bed. She placed herself on the far side of it, while the women were on the side closest to the door.

"Don’t run across the bed please," said the Emperor mildly to the guards.

"Yes Majesty."

Thus a chase began around and around the bed to the strains of Ritchie Valens... "You’re my baby and you’ll always be. I swear by everything I own you’ll always, always be mine."

"You’re a sick fuck," Delphi called to the Emperor. "You know that don’t you?"

"Be careful what you say in the hearing of others, Delphine," the Emperor watched her through hooded eyes. "I thought you didn’t want to be the cause of death of any more innocents."

"These women are hardly innocent," she muttered to herself, looking at the menacing giantesses.

But she took his point. If these women were privy to too much between her and the Emperor, they wouldn’t survive.

The guards clearly weren’t too bright, because they continued to chase her ineffectually around the large circular bed until the Emperor called out drily, "might I suggest splitting up and going in different directions, ladies".

Then two women came at her from one direction and two from the other. Delphi jumped up onto the bed, which flummoxed them for a minute as they struggled with the competing orders to catch her, but also not to run across the bed.

"You can hop on the bed to catch her if she goes there," he called out, his amusement evident in his voice.

All four of them then came at her from different sides of the bed.

She gripped onto the manacles that hung from the ceiling dangling at the centre of the bed, swinging on them and using her momentum to kick one of the women square in the chest. The woman was knocked flying off the bed, falling heavily to the floor.

"The bigger they are the harder they fall," muttered Delphi with satisfaction.

Unfortunately, her satisfaction was short-lived, as she was wrapped in a huge pair of biceps on her return swing.

The woman that had gripped her, squeezed her tightly and then flopped forward, pulling Delphi’s hands from their hold on the manacles and crushing her into the mattress underneath her.

"Be careful, don’t damage her," called the Emperor mildly.

"Yes Majesty... Don’t crush her Lisbeth," ordered their leader.

The crushing weight on Delphi’s back blessedly lifted, and she took the opportunity to crawl out from under the woman. Unfortunately, the girl was quick for a large lass, and she grabbed Delphi by the ankle before she managed to escape from the bed.

Delphi kicked the woman in the face, and she heard an awful snap, which was the sound of the guard’s nose cracking. She looked behind her to see blood streaming down the woman’s face.

"Delphine!" scolded the Emperor, half-admiringly.

He spoke into his lapel, and another two large female guards entered through the locked door.

One woman joined in the chase, and the other assisted the injured guard from the cell.

Delphi eyed the new woman, who looked fresh and strong.

"Where did you find all of these exceptionally big women?" she asked him.

"They grow them big down in the Huon Valley. Dutch ancestry. They’ve been a reliable source of female guards since the War."

"Excellent," panted Delphi, as she swung around a bedpost to avoid one of them. "Trust you dictators to ferret out the best stock of bully boys on the Island."

"You can save the pole dancing for later, when we’re alone, Delphine. Though I do appreciate you trying to pre-empt my desires."

"I’ll do a pole dance for you when hell freezes over, you dirty bugger!"

"Take her down!" he said sharply.

All four women jumped on her at once, and she felt like she’d been smashed by a brick wall.

She fought like a wildcat under the pile of bodies, but it was to no avail.

Gradually, each of the women managed to grab one of her limbs, until she was completely immobilised, still bucking wildly, but not managing to budge them an inch.

"Strip her," the Emperor commanded.