9. The Indomitable Princess
How much time had passed? The soldiers’ violation had finally ended. Charlotte, thrown onto the cold floor, stared blankly at the ceiling with her unfocused amber eyes.
Her supple limbs, thoroughly gang-raped by the men, lay powerlessly sprawled out. Her heart and body torn to shreds, covered in semen—she was the very image of a woman who had been raped and conquered.
“She was pretty stubborn, but she no longer has the strength to resist, let alone stand up. Let’s call it a day here. Keep the princess locked up properly. We’ll have to enjoy her again tomorrow.”
The soldiers smirked as they grabbed the arms of the fully naked Charlotte, who lay collapsed on the floor.
But at that moment—
Charlotte’s bare toes sank deep into a peasant soldier’s abdomen. The man collapsed without a sound.
Where had she been hiding such strength? Despite being stripped naked, violated repeatedly, and forced to taste the utmost humiliation, Charlotte rose to her feet. Even with her hands cuffed behind her back, her dazzlingly white nude body shone brilliantly as she stood.
A revolutionary soldier hurriedly swung his baton, but Charlotte’s long, graceful leg delivered a spinning kick that smashed into his temple. The soldier, struck hard in the semicircular canals, rolled his eyes back and collapsed, swaying.
“You bastard, behave yourself!”
The soldier’s swinging baton cut through empty air.
“Wha—?”
The moment they lost sight of the princess for an instant, Charlotte leapt into the air and her toe kick struck the man’s jaw with perfect accuracy. He was sent flying backward and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out.
The soldiers panicked and tried to restrain her, but they were beaten down one after another by the princess knight’s masterful footwork. They were kicked flying and lost consciousness. The sharp sound of kicks slicing through the air made shivers run down their spines. Kakuda watched Charlotte’s movements with wide eyes.
“What the hell is that footwork? Muay Thai? Kickboxing? No… she doesn’t use her knees or shins—she strikes precisely with the front part of her foot from the ankle down. At first glance, the kicks look elegant, but they mercilessly drive the opponent into the ground. It’s like the French kick-fighting art called Savate from my old world. Hmm, it really is the kind of martial art a highborn young lady would practice.”
But the real shock wasn’t there. She had been thoroughly toyed with by countless men, yet she stood firmly on her two legs, her amber eyes burning like fire.
Even after being so thoroughly defiled, her spirit had not broken. What a strong, fierce-hearted woman. Even completely naked, her bearing was as divine as a goddess.
“I will never forgive… this humiliation… NEVER FORGIVE IT!!”
Hatred blazed in her amber “wolf eyes” as she roared. She looked exactly like the war goddess Valkyrie in her fury. Both Kakuda and Darger instinctively took a step back.
“What the hell is going on? The princess knight was raped thoroughly and lost her maiden purity, didn’t she? So why isn’t she submitting to us?”
Kakuda asked the man beside him, Henry Darger.
“Probably because Princess Charlotte thinks of it as nothing more than being bitten by a dog.”
“By a dog?”
“Yes. Would a normal person truly hate a dog that bit them?”
“They might get angry, but they wouldn’t hate it. After all, the other party is just a mindless beast.”
“Exactly. Even if her virginity was taken by commoners, to her it’s the same as being bitten by a dog. Why would she ever prostrate herself before dogs?”
“So she’s treating us like dogs? How amusing. Crushing the pride of such an arrogant, haughty princess until it’s torn to shreds—that is what true training means!”
Charlotte glared at Kakuda with eyes like flames. Kakuda felt genuine excitement welling up inside.
Nice… This is thrilling. A princess knight has to be like this. Breaking the strong, noble heart of a proud girl and violating her is the true romance for a man. Come on, struggle more, resist harder, keep up your futile resistance. Since it’s footwork, it really is “foot struggling,” huh? Hehehe.
“What’s so funny!?”
A powerful, spirited spinning kick with terrifying speed flew toward Kakuda’s head—but the instant before impact, the toes stopped dead in their tracks.
Kakuda’s palm casually caught Charlotte’s toes and refused to let go. Her sure-kill kick had been dodged. Charlotte’s eyes widened in shock. It was the first time Kakuda had seen such a genuinely stunned expression on her face.
“Le… let go, you bastard!”
She clenched her fist lightly and drove an uppercut-like punch toward Kakuda’s undefended abdomen. His fist sank into her soft belly.
“Gah…!”
Standing on one leg, Charlotte couldn’t endure it and fell backward, writhing in agony.
“Guh… cough… uuu…”
Even so, the proud princess knight gasped in pain but tried to force her body up. She unleashed another spinning kick with all her might.
It still had decent speed, but perhaps because of the pain from the earlier punch, it lacked the sharpness of the kicks that had taken down the peasant soldiers. Kakuda lightly dodged it with a shadow weaving motion, stepped in, and slammed his fist into the side of the girl knight’s torso.
“Augh!”
With a pained expression, Charlotte staggered backward. Her body collapsed onto the cold floor, rolled, and ended up face-down.
“Kuuu… uuu… Even so… with something like this… I will not… lose!!”
Even now, the princess knight Charlotte was trying to stand up again. Kakuda, who had thought the fight was over, inwardly admired her willpower. Seeing her on her knees excited him. That divinely proud girl was now gasping in agony.
It was a sight more than enough to stimulate his sadistic urges. When he looked at her thighs, the beads of sweat sparkling on them were incredibly arousing. Her legs were so seductive he wanted to devour them right away. The glimpse of her peach-like slit visible through the gap in her kneeling legs stirred dark lust within Kakuda.
She needs to be thoroughly violated, he decided. As Kakuda casually closed the distance, Charlotte tried to headbutt him in a last-ditch effort. But compared to her earlier elegant and sharp footwork, it had no power. Kakuda easily dodged it, grabbed her slender body from behind, and moved both hands to her breasts.
Squeeze… knead… grope… rub…
“Wh-what are you doing!? Stop it!”
Ignoring Charlotte’s angry shouts, he focused his nerves on both palms. Her breasts had a soft yet pleasantly elastic texture. As if reflecting the princess knight’s pride, they pushed back against his hands with firm resilience.
“St-stop…”
While continuing to knead her breasts, his other hand slid down to her ass, lightly squeezing the flesh before stroking her thighs. The smooth thighs felt absolutely exquisite.
Their elasticity and texture were superb. Kakuda’s sexual arousal rose rapidly. His erection strained painfully upward—there was no time to waste.
Kakuda picked up the leg irons lying on the floor and fastened one around her right ankle, then yanked the chain upward in one swift motion.