11. Abdominal Punch Torment

To turn a proud imperial princess knight into a true meat slave, simple rape and humiliation are not enough. Only by thoroughly tormenting both her mind and body until she completely breaks can one create a genuine meat slave.

The pitiful Princess Charlotte had been left abandoned on the cold floor like the lowest slave all night. By early the next morning, the violations had already resumed. Of course, she remained completely naked, without a single thread covering her body.

For the rest of Charlotte’s life, she would likely never again be allowed to wear even a scrap of cloth.

“She still won’t wake up no matter what I do.”

The soldier slapping Charlotte’s pale cheek while she hung from the ceiling sounded perplexed.

“Let me handle this.”

Stepping forward was Henry Darger. In his previous life, he had died unknown to anyone, shut away in his apartment writing an extremely long girl-in-peril novel. Now he trembled with joy at finally being able to bring those countless fantasies to life.

What he pulled out was a single baton. Without hesitation, he forcefully twisted it into Charlotte’s urethra.

Zunyuri—

In that instant, her amber eyes flew wide open and a scream tore from her throat.

“Uwaaaaaah—! Aah, it hurts! Wh-what did you do—!?”

“Good morning, Your Highness. How does it feel to have your urethra stimulated?”

Smiling brightly, Henry Darger twisted and gouged the baton inside Charlotte’s urethral opening.

“Hiiiii—! My p-pee hole hurts so much—! S-stop it, pleeease—!”

“Looks like you’re fully awake now. Excellent. Now then, Princess, let’s improve upon your already superb proportions even further.”

What Kakuta had his subordinates bring out was a torture device previously used by the royal family for interrogations and punishments—a rack that stretched the body using gears.

When the handle was turned, it made a horrible rattling sound as the chains attached to the restraints were pulled taut toward the ceiling. With her ankle restraints fixed to the floor, she couldn’t move at all.

“Giii… M-my spine… it hurts, it huuurts—!”

Princess Charlotte could no longer move even an inch. Her cherry-pink toes twitched desperately as if seeking help, a truly pitiful sight.

“Well, Princess? Have you begun to understand your situation a little?”

Instead of answering, Charlotte spat at him defiantly. But Kakuta showed no reaction. No—he wanted to see the princess resist even more futilely.

“Now then, let’s begin the interrogation. As a prisoner, you have an obligation to answer. If you refuse, punishment torture awaits. Come, tell me where your sisters are.”

(Of course I already know, but I want to hear it from the princess’s own mouth.)

“I-I’ll never… tell you…”

“Then we’ll just have to go all the way.”

Garagara— The chains were wound tighter.

Biiiing— Girigirigiri— Charlotte’s supple limbs were stretched out.

“Gwaaaah—! M-my back… S-stop iiiit—!”

“If you want me to stop, then confess clearly where the imperial princesses, your sisters, are.”

“Kiiii—! I-I won’t say it! I won’t! Sophia, Jeanne, Scarlett, Melody… Just wait for me! I’ll come save you all!”

(Illustration by Mitemin — omitted as requested)

Images of her sisters floated through Charlotte’s mind. A scream as if wrung from her throat echoed. Even so, Charlotte endured the torture while worrying for her sisters. This only excited Kakuta even more. One of his subordinates nearby spoke up worriedly.

“Your Excellency, this is the limit. Any more stretching and the princess’s joints will dislocate.”

“Hmm… A human without joints like an octopus would be interesting too, but we can save that for another day. Reluctantly, we’ll stop here for today.”

Charlotte felt a moment of inner relief, but the real hell was only just beginning.

“Then let’s resume the abdominal punches.”

“Wha… N-no… N-nooooo—!”

She had already taken countless abdominal punches during yesterday’s session. Every time a fist sank into her solar plexus, unimaginable pain shot through her diaphragm and her breath stopped.

Now, stretched taut vertically so she couldn’t move even a millimeter, having her defenseless belly punched—what would that be like? Just thinking about it nearly made her faint.

“Here we go! Put some spirit into enduring it!”

Kakuta twisted his body back and drove a full-power straight punch straight into Charlotte’s defenseless solar plexus.

Zuuun—

The weight-bearing straight punch sank deeply into her exposed white abs.

“Gohaa—!”

Saliva and gastric juices scattered as Charlotte’s vision blurred almost immediately. With a mishimishi sound, Kakuta’s fist was buried in her soft abdomen.

Having been a black belt in Kyokushin Karate and holding a boxing license in his previous life, Kakuta’s punches carried terrifying power.

“There’s the second one! Here it comes—!”

“N-no… Fguu—! Goha—!”

Once again, Charlotte’s abs were easily pierced, and the hard fist gouged directly into her stomach. Yellowish vomit pushed out from her stomach walls overflowed from her lips, spilling onto her white, peach-like, voluptuous breasts and staining them yellow.

(It hurts… so much… help… me…)

It was an intensity of pain unlike anything she had ever experienced.

The sensation of her internal organs being churned into a mess, accompanied by a numbing, excruciating pain. Charlotte’s amber eyes opened wide, tears faintly welling up. The tears of a princess knight only further fueled Kakuta’s bestial lust.

He pulled back his Kyokushin-trained fist and this time drove it into the area around her navel. The power was far beyond what even a princess knight—a 17-year-old girl—could endure.

“Guuuu—!”

Even though she was stretched to the absolute limit vertically, Charlotte’s toes lifted slightly off the ground and her white, supple body bent into a く shape.

The hard fist compressed her internal organs. Her widely opened amber eyes began to tremble, and in sync, her smooth white breasts started shaking.

“Geho… Keho…”

Charlotte coughed weakly.

Blood was now mixed into the vomit she spat out. Because her flexible body could no longer move to absorb the impact of the punches, each blow struck her abdominal muscles directly and continued to inflict damage. She could feel every single cell screaming. That intense pain struck straight into her brain and refused to let her lose consciousness for even a moment of relief. Her standing figure only stirred Kakuta’s dark desires even more.

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