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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The Emperor’s runaway brides have formed a rebel group of scantily clad beauties trained in honey trap techniques. Delphi Chastain is their leader, a fiery beauty with a big axe to grind and a dream of freedom she’s willing to die for.

EXTRACT: ““Kiss me baby?” she breathed in her best babydoll voice.
“Are you sure?” he growled.
She nodded, fluttering her pretty green eyes at him.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Alton pinned her arms above her head and kissed her roughly with all of the force of the desire he was feeling.
Three, two, one! she counted in her head. She bit his lip at the same time as she brought her knee up as hard as she could and kneed the man in the groin.
He grunted with pain and fell sideways off her, clutching his bollocks.
She leapt to her feet and sprinted off, picking up her belongings on the way past. 
“Thanks for saving me Commander,” she called cheerily at him as she ran away.
“Sorry about the crown jewels, but I’m not going back to the palace, so I don’t need them.”

Post-WW3 there’s just the Island, and it’s ruled by the Emperor. It’s back to the good old days of polygamy and keeping women covered and chaperoned. The Emperor has raised Delphi and seven other gorgeous girls in the palace to join his harem, training and surgically enhancing them, like treats in a fantasy smorgasbord. But the girls escape and sail off the Island to the uninhabited Mainland, now overrun by mutant tubiàn beasts created as weapons during the War. Hot on their tails are the Emperor’s Honour Guard.

Delphi leads the Girls over, under (^_-), and through the enemy, as they battle and tame beasts and men in their struggle to build an army to take down the Empire.

Can the girls survive on their own on the Mainland and build a rebel army? Are there any trustworthy men, or are they all the same? Can the Guards resist the charms of the warrior girls? Do they want to?

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Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse

[Suggested song for this chapter – Into My Arms, Nick Cave]

Miro stayed right where he was, scenting the air with his flickering tongue, his head held high as though in greeting.

Delphi blinked a few more times and came to the best guess that the familiar profile of the lone man on the horse… was Alton.

She could finally let go of the desperate need to stay awake in order to stay alive.

Her head slumped down onto Miro's scaly neck, and she closed her tired eyes for a brief moment of respite; the first she had had since she handed herself in at the Deloraine Barracks.

Miro used his nose to hold Delphi in place on his back until Alton could reach them.

"Delphi!" he shouted, leaping from his horse on the fly and running over to her.

His heart was in his mouth as he saw her lying slumped like that with Miro holding her up. Was she alive? Was she injured?