3. Breast Torture
Kadota mercilessly grabs those magnificent, beautiful breasts. He digs his nails in as if trying to crush her mammary glands. Charlotte’s face twists in agony.
“Ow… it hurts…” “You idiot, I’m hurting you on purpose. I’m not gonna make you feel good.”
“Khh… you bastard, why are you doing this to me…?” Charlotte furrows her long, beautiful eyebrows and grits her teeth.
“Why? Because the face you make while enduring the pain is the best.” Kadota puts strength into his wrists and squeezes her breasts hard enough that his fingers seem ready to sink in.
“St-stop it—!!” “I’m not gonna stooop♡”
Kadota squeezes even harder. The breasts being wrung out tremble at the tips and turn red.
“Uuu… ow! L-let go! Get those filthy hands off me!” Ignoring Charlotte’s curses, Kadota pours strength into his palms.
“Looks like a maiden who still doesn’t know men has sensitive tits. Growing breasts hurt just from the fabric rubbing against them, right?” He continues tormenting her, pressing his thumbs against her nipples as if trying to crush them.
“It hurts, it hurts, it huuurts! I-I get it… you can touch them, just… more gently…”
The princess knight Charlotte finally begs, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her face away. Kadota gives a thin smile and squeezes her beautiful white breasts with enough force to crush them to the core.
“Giii… i-it hurts!”
“Don’t ever complain about what I do again. You’re already a meat slave. If you complain next time, this is what you get.” He then crushes her perky, impudent cherry-coral nipples.
“Hiiiiii! I-I get it! I get it already! Please stop…!” “There’s still some defiance left in you, but this is just the beginning. Oh well, that’s fine.”
Kadota releases her breasts. Clear fingerprints remain on her fair, white tits. While enduring the pain in her chest, Princess Knight Charlotte breathes in ragged gasps. Kadota turns to the small man beside him.
“Henry Darger, would you like to try fondling them too?” “Fondling them would be nice, but I’d really like to draw the princess’s limbs. If possible, I’d gather painters from across the empire for a competition. I want to test whether my paintings can stand among them.”
The man who had drawn hundreds of illustrations himself for his own super-long girl’s novel in his previous life stares at Charlotte’s dazzlingly white, radiant limbs as if licking them with his eyes.
Illustration (By Mitemin) (removed as requested)
“Come on, don’t say that. Try fondling them. You can only draw a truly good picture once you’ve felt the real texture.” “I despaired at the female race in my previous life and never even saw a woman naked until this age. So this is what a woman’s breasts feel like…”
Henry Darger touches the princess knight’s breasts without hesitation, using both hands. Overwhelmed by the shame of having her breasts toyed with by a man she had never seen before, Charlotte instinctively turns her face away.
“Hmm… these impudent, upward-tilted cherry-colored nipples. When you grab them and apply force, your fingers sink into the soft, pliant breasts. Yet they have the elasticity and satisfying fullness of a rubber ball.”
“I feel the same elasticity as konjac balls from my homeland. You Americans probably don’t know what konjac is.”
“They really are magnificent breasts. I could rub them forever like this. They seem to suck onto my hands. The smooth texture like aged white porcelain is also wonderful.”
“You’re quite the poet, Henry.”
The watching revolutionary soldiers began to stir.
“Aah, damn… just watching is making my nose bleed.” “Captain, I can’t hold back anymore. Please let me rub them at least once!”
“Let us commoners rub the princess’s breasts too— the tits of the heavenly princess we could only look up to until now!” “Don’t panic, gentlemen. There’s no need to worry. In accordance with the republic’s ideals of liberty, equality, and fraternity, Princess Charlotte’s body shall be liberated for all the people. Call in the revolutionary soldiers outside as well. Line up in order.”
A great cheer erupts from the men. A long, long line forms all the way down the corridor. The rough, calloused fingers of the men stroke and grope Charlotte’s breasts.
“Aah… these are the princess’s breasts I dreamed of…” “Khh, don’t touch me with your filthy hands, you lowborn scum!”
“That angry face even though you can’t do anything about it is so cute, Princess.” “Hey, hurry up and switch.”
“Just a little more… aah, they’re so soft and feel so good. So warm.” “You idiot, you only get until I count to fifty.”
“I can’t hold back anymore. Hurry, let me rub them too!” The soldiers line up, arguing noisily with spit flying.
Some even cut in line and reach from the side to grope Charlotte’s breasts. Soldiers who can’t reach her breasts instead dig their fingers into the princess’s ass.
“Stop it! Stop this! Aah, I cannot forgive such humiliation! I will never forgive this!”
Kadota smirks while watching Charlotte’s face twist in pain as her breasts and ass are groped.
“You look like you’re wondering why I don’t just rape her right away, Henry.”
“Well, yes.”
“Rape is the climax, after all. I don’t want her to reach the peak immediately and become resigned and broken. Look at those burning eyes of Charlotte’s. She looks like she wants to bite into our throats and rip them out. That’s it. That burning hatred born from humiliation. Because she’s such a strong-willed girl. Don’t you think that makes training her even more enjoyable?”
“Indeed. A defiant woman is precisely the kind that makes training worthwhile.”
“Besides, even with nonstop rape, you could only handle maybe a hundred or two hundred people in a day. But with breast torture, she can be fondled by over a thousand commoners.”
“I see.”
“She’ll be able to learn the true feelings of the masses with her own body. I’m sure that would be her dearest wish as well.”
“Mr. Kadota, you certainly have a way with words.” Loud laughter echoes through the basement.