Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 208: Breakfast in the Cell [R18]

Delphi watched the Emperor warily, not saying anything. The experience in the bath tub had shaken her.

If she wanted to survive this and be of any help to the Rebellion, she would have to stop fighting him so hard.

"I see the cat’s got your tongue, little girl. No matter. We’ll need your tongue after we’re married, but not today."

She tried desperately not to look down at his naked body, though at the quick glance she had taken in on waking, he was well-built and muscular. His appendage was large, but not nearly as big as Alton’s.

He reached out and fondled her breasts. "So much nicer than implants," he commented.

She tried to zone out and disappear into herself, imagining that it wasn’t her but someone else on the bed with this filthy nutcase.

He watched her face from inches away as she closed her eyes, desperately trying to shut him out.

She was tough, he’d give her that, he thought, thoroughly impressed. Any other woman in his harem would have cracked like an egg long ago.

She hadn’t made a noise or cried throughout the course of the day’s proceedings, though he could see that she was nearly done. He didn’t want to overdo it and permanently damage her.

"I imagine you’re more than a little weary after getting reacquainted with me today, and I’m tired myself, so we’ll sleep now. Tomorrow, you’ll have your medical examination and we’ll be wed after that," his voice was filled with anticipation, as though they were mutually awaiting this happy event.

He reached over and turned her away from him so that he could press his body to hers from behind. She felt her skin crawl with disgust as he pulled the satin sheet over them.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to sleep with the manacles on because I can’t trust you yet, Delphine," his voice softened on her name like a caress. "But these ones are soft, so they won’t leave a mark. And don’t bother trying to escape them, they’re made of tubiàn crocodile hide. The satin is just the cover," he laughed.

She noticed she had been manacled without enough give for her to make use of the chain to strangle the man in his sleep, goddammit...

He wrapped a loose arm over her, like they were an ordinary married couple, and planted a soft kiss on her neck.

"Goodnight beautiful, get some beauty sleep before our wedding day... Lights," he called towards the door, and the windowless room was plunged into pitch black.

Before five minutes had passed, he was breathing deeply, his breath whispering against her ear.

She lay stiff and still in his arms, staring hopelessly into the dark.

After today’s events, God knows what tomorrow held for her.

She knew it was nothing good, and she was starting to fear that she didn’t have it in her to hold on through this crazy man’s tortuous plans.

She was certain she wouldn’t be able to sleep at all with this wolf breathing on her neck and her arms and legs tethered.

But her body had other ideas. It was so bruised and worn from the day’s events, that she quickly slipped into oblivion.

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"Delphine," the hated voice crooned at her, dragging her back from her brief respite.

She blinked her eyes open, to find the lights back on and the Emperor seated at the small table for two, which was now set with a white cloth, a vase of forget-me-nots and breakfast for two.

"Time to wake up sleepyhead. You have a big day ahead," he smiled creepily. "Dress her," he ordered the giantesses.

This time she didn’t struggle, allowing them to unlock her manacles and drag her through a shower, hair wash, styling her hair half-up, half-down, more make up than she would ever wear, and finally dressing her in some kind of Arabian Nights fantasy outfit.

It was a little bustier top with a long skirt that only barely covered her ass and honeypot, leaving her legs bare right up to the belt at her hips.

The Emperor’s beady eyes followed her wherever she went.

She sat down opposite him warily. Was she seriously meant to eat breakfast in these wisps of fabric?

"Eat up, Delphine, you’ll need your strength for tonight," he smiled fondly at her.

She reached out and added some toast and fruit to her plate, figuring she would absolutely need her strength for whatever she was facing into tonight. There was no point being weakened by a lack of food.

He nodded approvingly. "You’ll be back into your training routine today," he indicated the gym equipment. "Though you seem to have stayed in good shape during your little sojourn."

He eyed her up and down appreciatively.

"But first up, you have your medical examination," he voice turned menacing.

Much as she wished she had given her virginity to Alton, right at this moment it seemed like a good thing that she will still a virgin. God knows what fate would await her if she wasn’t...

She looked coolly back at him, without a hint of concern.

He was pretty close to convinced she was telling the truth that she was still a virgin. There’s no way she could look at him like that if she knew she was about to fail the examination.

He wondered idly why his nephew hadn’t claimed her for himself. He would have thought that was half the reason to rebel, having the temptation of these women under his control...

"Alright Delphine, I have things to attend to. I have to love you and leave you, I’m afraid. These women will escort you to your examination, then your trainer will arrive, after that, you’ll be bathed and dressed for our wedding."

He strode around to her and gripped the back of her head, angling her face towards him to kiss her on the lips.

She tried to turn her face to avoid him, but he gripped her chin and turned her roughly towards him, smashing his mouth hard down on hers.

She remained still and unresponsive while he took his time kissing her full on the mouth. It seemed not to bother him at all that she wasn’t kissing him back. In fact, it almost seemed like her unresponsiveness heightened the enjoyment he was taking from the moment.

She tried again, to pretend that she wasn’t really there, that she was clinically looking down on this scene from above. She felt vaguely sorry for the young lady he was forcing his attentions upon, but it had nothing to do with her.

There was no time for emotions like sorrow or fear, she had to be tough!