19. Tickling Interrogation (Continued)

“Fuhyaaaahahahaha—!! N-Not theeeere—!! Stoooop iiiit—!! Yahahaha—!! Nooooooo—!!”

Charlotte desperately kicked her legs, trying to shake Spica off, but the former black slave was positioned where her feet could never reach. All her struggling accomplished was shamelessly exposing her smooth, hairless pussy.

Spica’s hands and Capella’s feather pens relentlessly attacked Charlotte’s sensitive spots: the nape of her neck, under her chin, armpits, nipples, belly button, sides, groin, and the soles of her feet.

Although it caused no real pain, the torment was every bit as agonizing as punches to the gut or riding the wooden horse.

“Ehyahyahyahyaah—!! I can’t anymore… I-I’m gonna diiie—!! Hihihihihihahaha—!! I’m dying—!!”

“My, my, Your Highness. If you’re making this much noise from just one feather, you won’t last long at this rate.”

The red-haired Capella mercilessly attacked Charlotte’s twitching belly with a second feather.

“Nooooo—!! Not thaaat—!! Nhyaaaahahahaha—!! I can’t take iiiit—!! Hyahyahyahyaah—!!”

Charlotte, already overwhelmed by a single feather, bet on the slim chance that Capella might show mercy. Between bursts of laughter, she desperately begged.

“You think I’d listen to that? If so, you must be quite naive, Your Highness.”

After those words, the two began stroking her with their hands and feathers in every way they pleased.

“Nngyaaah—!! Hahaha—!! No, nooo—!! Uwahahaha—!! Guhihihihiii—!! N-hahahahaha—!!”

Nearly an hour had probably passed. Yet Spica and Capella’s passion for tickling torture was bottomless. With unrelenting zeal, they continued tormenting the seventeen-year-old beautiful princess.

The princess, now at the mercy of ten fingers and two feathers, could do nothing but laugh helplessly at the inhuman ticklishness.

“Kuh… kushu… kushuuu… fufufu… Ufuhyahyahyahya—!! It tiickles so muuuch—!! H-Help meee—!! Hyahaha—!!”

Charlotte thrashed wildly, flailing her legs desperately to escape the tickling sensation.

However, her upper body was pinned down by the dark-skinned Spica, and even though her lower body could still move, Capella continued mercilessly attacking her thighs, knees, ankles, and soles with the feather.

“Gihyaaah—!! Hahaha—!! Ahahaha—!! Uuu, don’t mooove—!! Buhyahyahyaah—!! Stop moving my legs—!! Hyahyahya—!!”

“Ahh, watching the princess writhe under tickling torture is wonderful.”

“I want to tickle her to death like this. Come on, squirm more! Suffer even more!”

The two former maids had completely forgotten their original goal of interrogating her for Queen Catherine’s location. They were now lost in the pleasure of tormenting the princess they once served with tickling.

In any case, Queen Catherine was already in the hands of the Revolutionary Army, so Charlotte’s endurance was meaningless. The two concentrated their attacks on her sensitive lower body, thoroughly tickling every inch of her.

“Nooo—!! Hyahaha—!! Nooooo—!!”

The golden-haired Charlotte fully experienced the frustration of being unable to move her body. The ticklish sensation traveling from her beautiful white feet was unbearable.

“Aaah—!! Hyahaha—!! Nooo—!! I can’t take it! This is impossible—!! Hyahyahyaah—!! Nooooo! Stooop—!!”

Spica pinned down one of Charlotte’s flailing ankles while Capella attacked the sole with the feather.

“Kuhyahyahyaah—!! S-Stop—!! Hyahaha—!! Stoooop—!! Hyaaah—!!”

They mercilessly continued tickling the soles of her sensitive feet as she writhed and twisted, thoroughly targeting every responsive spot.

“No… stop… Buhyahyahya—!! Nooooo—!! It tickles—!! Uhyahaha—!!”

As Charlotte’s speech gradually became slurred, an intense new wave of tickling attacked from another area. The feather traced her groin, rubbed her lower abdomen, then slipped its tip into her navel and began spinning.

“Fuhyaaaah—!! N-Not my belly button—!! Hyahaha—!! Stooop—!! Stoooop—!!”

“My, Your Highness. So your navel is sensitive? That’s good to know. I’ll bully it even moooore ♡”

Capella looked down at Charlotte with sadistic eyes. Beside her, the dark-skinned Spica used her strength to tickle the girl’s sides and armpits.

“Nooo—!! Kuh… kushu… it tickles—!! No moooore—!! Ahyahyahya—!! Hyahyahyaah—!!”

Her sides were freely toyed with, her armpits stroked up and down. Ten fingers burrowed under her arms and moved wildly, making the supple body of the golden-haired Princess Knight writhe uncontrollably.

“Hihyaaaah—!! Kihihihihihihi—!! Kuh… kuh… it tiickles—!! Hyaaauuu—!!”

Four hands and feathers tickling her entire body were more than enough to drive Charlotte mad. The two maids tirelessly continued their long, long assault on the sensitive skin of the adolescent girl, who would lose all strength from even the lightest touch.

The suffering of having fingers and feathers crawling all over her body was something only Charlotte herself could truly understand.

“F-Forgive… meee… Please forgiiive—!! It tiickles so muuuch—!!”

Seeing the right moment, Spica signaled Capella with her eyes. Capella nodded and asked the Princess Knight:

“If you tell us where your mother, Queen Catherine, is, we’ll stop. What will you do?”

“Aaah—!! Hahaha… I-I’ll… t-tell… s-stooop… Hahahaha—!!”

Even the princess knight who had endured the brutal pain of the wooden horse could not withstand the prolonged tickling of her highly sensitive adolescent skin. She finally broke.

Overwhelmed by the unbearable ticklishness, Charlotte let out a shrill scream, then lost all strength and fainted. Seeing her body twitch and spasm while hanging limply, Spica and Capella finally stopped the feather torture.

“So, we can say that Your Highness has confessed the location of Her Majesty the Queen, correct?”

Capella asked, but the princess herself was unconscious. Even in her unconscious state, her body occasionally twitched as if still tormented by the lingering sensation of tickling. She gave no reply.

“I see. Fufufu. Well, that’s fine. We’ll tell the people that the princess betrayed her own mother. That should cause the remaining resistance forces to lose heart. And with that, Your Highness’s enjoyable life as an imperial princess comes to an end.”

Smiling, Spica and Capella murmured to each other. Their tickling torment was finally over. However, it brought Charlotte no fortune. In exchange, she had lost everything.

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