18. The Red-Haired Capella’s Tickling Interrogation

Charlotte finally lost consciousness under the crushing weight of the black slave Spica’s ass. However, she was not allowed the mercy of peaceful slumber. The red-haired maid Capella stomped down hard on her lower abdomen with her heel, forcibly dragging her back to awareness.

“Gehh…! Gueeehh…… M-My stomach… please, no more……”

Her belly, ravaged by角田’s boxer-like punches, was darkly bruised and visibly painful.

“That’s true. If we hurt your stomach any more, you might not be able to have babies anymore. Very well. I’ll forgive you for any further pain there.”

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, but Capella was not such a lenient girl.

“Then, since we’re sparing you from torture, why don’t you obediently confess everything?” “There’s nothing left for me to confess.”

Charlotte murmured weakly. My sisters… have they really been captured and subjected to the same humiliations as me? I will definitely save them. Please, stay safe. She prayed to the Sun God Aton, the guardian deity of the empire.

“No, Lady Charlotte. You still haven’t told us where your mother is.”

Charlotte’s face instantly turned deathly pale. The Empress of the Solar Empire, Catherine — Charlotte’s mother — possessed the same beautiful honey-colored hair and porcelain-white skin. Though already 35 years old, the youthful Catherine looked no older than her late twenties.

Whenever they stood together on the audience platform waving to the people, the public never stopped whispering that they looked less like mother and daughter and more like sisters.

The thought of exposing such a beloved mother to the fangs of those beasts was utterly unthinkable.

“I cannot. I would rather die than do such a thing.” “My, my. Is that so? Then perhaps this will make you feel a little more talkative.”

The red-haired second daughter, Capella, straddled Charlotte’s body and began stroking her toes and soles with the feather of a quill pen from the nearby lectern.

“Heeere we go~ Is this spot sensitive? Coochie coochie coo~” “Fugyawawawawaaaahhh!! S-Stop iiiiiit—!!”

Even if she tried to escape, Charlotte’s thighs were firmly clamped between Spica’s legs, leaving her completely immobile.

“Kuuuuhhh……! Nnghaaa! S-Stop… kuuuhhh!” While carefully savoring the reactions of Charlotte’s body, Capella shifted the target of her feather pen to a new location.

“Hauh! Kuuuhufufufufufu! Kuhihihiiiii! Uuuh…… hauh…… kuuuuuuh! S-Stop iiiiiit—!!”

Every time the feather’s position or angle changed, Charlotte’s body would jerk and twitch as if struck by electricity. Her flushed face as she endured the tickling delighted the two maids.

“Now now, how about here?” “Kyiii! Fyaaahahahaha! Stop iiiit!”

Charlotte’s sweet, seductive voice excited the maids. While the princess was distracted by Capella’s assault, the black slave Spica reached out and stroked her defenseless armpits with her fingers.

“Kuhaaaaaah!? Aah, nooo—!!”

The unexpected stimulation from a new direction made Charlotte cry out even louder. Hearing this, Capella, driven by dark desire to make the princess writhe, began dragging the feather across Charlotte’s entire body.

“Kyauuuuh! Uaahhh! Not both of you at once— fuaaaaaah—!! Hiiiaaaaaahn! I can’t take iiiiit!”

Enjoying Charlotte’s screams, the maids began freely tickling her body with the feather and their fingers.

“Aaahkuuuuhn! Hiiyahh! Ngaaaaaah! S-Stop— heeeehhh!!” The sudden surge in stimulation caused Charlotte to let out even sweeter, more moan-like cries as she writhed violently on the bed.

“Ufunyaah! Kuhiiin! Nnn~~~~~~~!! Kuaahfuaaaaaah—!!” The overwhelming barrage of countless tickling attacks far exceeded the limits of her body and mind.

“Come on, what’s wrong, Princess? This is only the beginning.” “This spot seems especially sensitive. As expected of a princess in heat, you lewd bitch kitty. Here we go— coochie coochie cooooo~!”

“Kuwaaaaaah! Fuhihihihiiii—!! Ngaahkuhyuuuuuh!! Kyaaaaahn! Kuuuuh~~nn! Nnn! Nfuuuuuh—!! Hyaaaaahn!”

The sight of her writhing in agony filled Spica and Capella with indescribable lust. They wanted nothing more than to use their own hands to make the beautiful princess before them cum herself to death.

Charlotte had no means to protect herself. Her upper body was bound with ropes, and even if she tried to move her legs, both were firmly pinned beneath Spica’s heavy buttocks. With the helpless princess completely immobilized, the maids freely ran the quill feathers across her pure white skin.

“Apuh… aaahhahahahaha! S-Stop, stoppp—!! Hahahahahahahahaha!! Nooooo—!!”

The stimulation from the feathers was so intense that Charlotte immediately began laughing uncontrollably. The sensation on her bare skin was several times stronger than before, tickling her so badly she could barely breathe.

“Kuhyahyahyahyahyaaaaah!! Ahahahahahahahahaha—!! Hahyahyahyahyahyahya—!! I can’t take it anymore, please let me goooo—!! Fuhyahyahahaha, fuhahahaha!!”

Every time the feathers or fingers stroked her white skin, the sensitive 17-year-old blonde’s body reacted obediently, twisting and squirming in tormented ecstasy.

“It tickles so muuuuch—!! No, nooo… aahahahahahahahahaaa!! Nooooo~ hahahahahahaha!! It huuurts… hihyahyahyahyahyaaaa—!! It huuurts so muuuuch—!!”

She desperately tried to twist her body away from the unbearable stimulation, but her legs were trapped under Capella’s knees and her upper body could not be defended.

“What is this, Charlotte? Displaying such a shameful sight — is this how a princess should behave?” “Honestly, we’re so disappointed in you, Princess. To think we served someone like this.”

As they watched the princess writhe in disgrace, the two former maids laughed mockingly.

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