Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 210: The Virginity Test

[Suggested song for this Chapter – Uprising, by Muse]

"Hi Delphi, I’m Rachel," said the woman who was ushering her through to the examination room, "and over there is Doctor Granofsky".

Delphi looked into the room where a woman was sterilising her hands and putting on gloves.

"Call me Rivka," called the woman cheerfully.

"Hi. Nice to meet you both," said Delphi, feeling slightly regretful at what she would have to do to them.

She hoped they wouldn’t be punished for her escape.

"I remember there’s a lovely view from here from last time I had surgery," Delphi said.

"Yes, you had your wisdom teeth removed in pavilion three next door," said Rachel. "And these medical pavilions do have a beautiful outlook."

The women appeared to know her medical history. That meant that they knew she had been secretly operated on and had been told to keep it from her. She felt a little less sorry for them after that.

She peered through the sliding doors down at the bushland in front of the pavilion. It was low, sparse and scrubby. It would be easy to get through it. She quickly mapped out what looked to be the most direct path to the water.

"Can I take a look outside?" she asked lightly, testing the women out.

"No," called Dr Granofsky coolly, the mask that they were just two nice women, helping her out with a medical issue, dropped away very quickly when she asked them for a favour. "Our orders are to do the check then hand you back to your guards."

Delphi nodded. It was as she had thought. These women were well-informed about who she was and where she had been.

She gave the sliding doors a very subtle pull as she pretended to continue staring at the harbour view.

Locked... The front door it was then...

She wandered back towards the doctor’s room, trying to see if any of the cabinets were left open, or any equipment had been left out on the bench.

She spied some petri dishes, syringes and sterilising equipment before Rachel ushered her towards a bathroom.

"There’s a hospital gown in there. You might feel more comfortable in that for your exam," said the woman, eyeing Delphi’s Arabian Nights fantasy costume doubtfully.

Delphi was of the same dubious opinion about the Emperor’s ’I Dream of Genie’ cosplay outfit, but she was even more concerned about escaping in a hospital gown that didn’t do up at the back, with no underwear, than she was about running away in her skimpy costume.

At least it had a bra, of sorts... and she could always stop at a Middle Eastern restaurant and blend in as a belly dancer...

"I’ll stick with the outfit My Lord has chosen for me," she said formally, playing up her relationship with the Emperor now that it suited her to use him for her own purposes.

"As you wish," said Rachel, not willing to fight with this favourite of the Emperor over something so small.

Dr Granofsky emerged holding a large petri dish filled with equipment. Delphi eyed the speculum with appreciation. That would certainly come in handy, she thought.

"Ready to go?" the doctor asked her.

"Ready as I’ll ever be," said Delphi, taking a deep breath as she climbed onto the examination bed.

The stakes were incredibly high, and her heart rate was soaring. She hoped they didn’t take her blood pressure; they might realise something was off.

She held her breath as the doctor conducted the uncomfortable pelvic exam, watching her nod at Rachel.

"I assume my hymen’s still intact?" asked Delphi.

"Yes, it is," the doctor agreed.

There was no need to hide the fact from the girl. They’d been told she would be married to their Lord today if she remained a virgin.

Delphi felt quietly satisfied that the Emperor would come to know that she was still a virgin when he lost control of her, again.

"Congratulations on your forthcoming nuptials, Delphi. You must be very happy," said the doctor.

Clearly she wasn’t at all happy, or she wouldn’t have run away. Insincere, traitorous woman, Delphi thought. You’re making my job disabling you a whole lot easier. She narrowed her eyes at her.

Doctor Granofsky removed her exam equipment and dropped it into a dish filled with steriliser.

That was Delphi’s signal to go.

Before the doctor could withdraw, Delphi swung her legs high in a scissor kick and brought them chopping down on the doctor’s head, slamming her face into the hard end of the hospital bed with such force that she slumped to the ground without a sound.

Rachel let out a gasp of surprise and tried to run. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Before she could move more than a step, Delphi leapt from the bed in a jump double side kick and hit the woman fair in the chest with both feet, slamming her across the room to crash against the glass sliding doors so that her head smashed against the glass and she too slumped to the floor, looking dazed, but unfortunately, still conscious.

Delphi flew over and put the woman in a chokehold before she could regain her senses and call for help, holding her like that for a few seconds until she was rendered unconscious.

She took a precious minute to take Rachel’s sneakers and put them on. They looked much more suitable for a sprint through the bush than her own soft little Arabian-style sandals.

She raced around the room grabbing the speculum and as many of the largest size syringes as she could carry.

She stood on the other side of the entrance door and gathered as much of her anger at the Emperor as she could muster, and she found that there was a very deep well-spring of it to draw upon, such that by the time she kicked the door open with all of the considerable strength in her right leg, she was emanating fury.

The door flung open, slamming into one of the guards as she had hoped, and knocking her flat.

She threw the speculum at the head of the lead guard, like it was a dagger. It smashed into the woman’s nose and Delphi heard a second satisfying crunch, as her nose broke and started to gush blood. The guard covered her face with her hands and crouched down.

As the other two women started to run towards her, Delphi threw the old fashioned glass syringe needles with deadly accuracy, felling both women with a needle to the eye.

The woman who had been knocked over by the door was clambering to her feet now, and Delphi sent another needle flying into the eye of the final uninjured guard.

She needed these women to be out-of-action, not close on her heels.

She jabbed the last needle deep into the butt cheek of the lead guard, who was staggering around blindly clutching her broken nose.

Although the broken nose had already done the job with the giantess, that one was just for Delphi’s own satisfaction...