27. Endurance R*pe 1
“Aaah… Let me go! Release me from here—!!”
Charlotte grimaced and groaned in pain. She was now restrained on the guillotine-style execution platform in the royal square, her dazzlingly naked body on display for the peasant soldiers and revolutionary army troops.
This was the torture device used in medieval Europe to publicly humiliate criminals. What made Charlotte different from the usual victims was that she was completely naked and about to be raped by the men.
The fully naked imperial princess Charlotte on the guillotine. The soldiers muttered with irresponsible comments.
“Take our time and observe properly. Fufufu, she’s wearing nothing but the royal platinum tiara. How subtle of her to leave only the tiara on.”
“And the new slave steel ankle cuffs she’s wearing on her ankles… I see, you’re very well informed.”
“Restraining her on the display platform like this is almost the same as asking us to do it from behind. This answers the princess’s unspoken expectation.”
“Aaah… No… Nooo—!! It’s so shameful… Don’t look! Don’t look—!!”
Charlotte thrashed desperately to escape the guillotine platform, but every movement only made her irresistibly beautiful buttocks shake and sway. The soldiers’ desire grew stronger with every rise and fall. Her hairless pussy was shamelessly exposed to their eyes.
“Aaah… This position… What humiliation… Please stop. You people are subjects of the Empire. We can still save you. Let me go.”
But the soldiers staring down from behind her only grinned.
“Ah… You’re…”
Charlotte was stunned. The man staring at her fully naked form was none other than Major Georg Lichthofen of the Dragon Cavalry Second Battalion. He had lost one leg in the tank battle in the first chapter, and now used a crutch to support himself while watching his former master’s crotch from between the ranks of soldiers.
He had struggled hard to reach this point. But after being wounded and rendered combat-ineffective, the Republic’s Nightingale spirit—to save everyone regardless of enemy or ally—had driven him to switch sides from the Empire to the Revolutionary Army. Many such soldiers and officers existed.
“Hohoho, what a lovely little hole this princess’s ass has. It’s twitching so cutely.”
“Aaah… Don’t look there—!!”
“Then shall we examine the inside of her pussy?”
One soldier took out a speculum used by obstetricians and forcibly spread her labia open by twisting and pressing the lever. Ku-paaa! The outer lips were pried apart, and cold air invaded her vagina.
“Higi ii! It hurts—!! Don’t spread me there—!!”
“Hmm, how beautiful. As expected of our princess.”
“I can see the inner walls slightly pulsing. As expected of someone from the clouds above.”
“Aaah… I can’t hold back anymore! This is the first time I’m fucking her!”
A bearded warrior threw aside his military trousers, revealing his painfully erect manhood, and took the beast-like mating position on Charlotte. This man had originally been a true warrior-class Kshatriya, but he had joined the Revolutionary Army after betraying the dynasty because he could finally have sex with the princess he had secretly admired for so long.
Speed and color—these were the two things that would win the hearts of the people. That was the philosophy of the heretical political scholar Henry Darga. For that purpose, every beautiful woman of the privileged classes had to be sacrificed.
Nyuri… Zun!
No hesitation, he thrust all the way to the root with raw force. Though of average thickness, his cock was as long as a horse’s. It pierced straight through Charlotte’s vagina and stabbed her cervix.
“Fu-gii… D-Depper… Ahh… F-Far too deep…”
“Hahaha, how is it, Your Highness? Does my cock taste good? Now let this imperial spear break through your womb’s door.”
Pampa pampa pampa pampa pampa pampa pampa! Violent pistoning began.
“Giii—!! S-Stop it! Don’t hit my baby’s room—!!”
In normal sex, the penis moved up and down inside the vagina. But this warrior’s cock slid through her pussy, forced open her tight and hard cervix, and rammed into the innermost walls of her womb in an internal cervical sex known as the womb piston. It brought Charlotte no sexual pleasure at all after she had been so thoroughly humiliated and trained. It only caused unbearable torment, as if her abdomen was being kicked.
“I-It hurts—!! S-Stop! Don’t hit my womb—!!”
“Hahaha, how does it feel? My cock is too long. No prostitute can run away on bare feet. My wife even ran away from me twice because of it. For years I have sharpened this lone sword until it shines like lightning. Princess, let us fight fairly!”
The thrusting grew more and more violent. The thick cock pistoning up, down, left, and right inside her uterus only inflicted cruel pain on Charlotte.
“N-No… It hurts… My womb is…”
Unlike the vagina, which was made for sex, the uterus had no place for a penis. The violent thrusting against the cervix and deep into the womb caused Charlotte a pain that numbed her brain in an otherworldly agony.
“Ku ku, the fact that I’m inside Your Highness’s vagina… makes me so happy. I can’t hold back anymore. Here I come, Your Highness!”
Dopyuurururu—!! Thick, sticky semen flooded straight into Charlotte’s uterus.
“Ah—!! It’s so hot!”
It was not ejaculated into the vagina but directly into the womb. A hot, water-pistol-like release struck her uterine wall, meant to nurture a child. The impact made Charlotte’s amber eyes grow hazy.
“My lord, even if it’s the princess, perhaps you should be a little gentler?”
The former peasant soldiers cheered.
“Hmm, sorry. I got too excited because I was with the princess I’ve always admired. Ahh, how embarrassing. My face is burning. Forgive me. Now it’s your turn, boys. Have fun as much as you want.”
The ordinary commoner Vaishya and slave Helot soldiers, who should have shouted at the impudent warrior, bowed their heads before him. Both sides were equally equal in fucking the princess. There was no better way to transcend years of feudal class inequality. This was exactly what the lone political scholar Henry Darga had intended.