22. The Lowest Rape

“Uguu… It hurts…”

Charlotte could no longer remember how many days had passed since that nightmarish day. Once the Second Imperial Princess and commander of the Princess Knight Order, she had been the guardian goddess Muse of the Empire.

But now she was nothing more than a pitiful seventeen-year-old maiden undergoing training as a flesh slave. And today, too, she was enduring flexible torture to make her body adaptable to any position.

“Kiiiiii… My crotch, my crotch hurts so much—!!”

Charlotte’s head and both arms were restrained on a guillotine-style restraint table. Her long, slender bare legs, however, floated in the air without touching the floor. Her feet were pulled apart to a full 180 degrees by steel cables attached to shackles, stretching her to the limit.

She was fixed in mid-air in a “T” shape. Her trembling peach-like ass and twitching toes painted a painfully obscene picture.

“Hoh hoh hoh, what a wonderful pose, Your Highness. I’ll give you something nice while you’re like that.”

The black slave Spica laughed mockingly while gazing at Charlotte’s radiant white limbs.

“Uaaah… My legs… L-Let me go! Release me—!!”

“Your speech is unacceptable.”

The red-haired Capella struck Charlotte’s ass with a single lash of her whip. A wet, slapping sound like a soaked towel echoed through the underground room.

“Ugyaaaa—!! It hurts! It hurts! I-I understand… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

The intense pain radiating through her buttocks made tears stream from Charlotte’s amber eyes.

“Hmph. The moment we let our guard down, you immediately go back to speaking like a princess.”

“But as expected of Your Highness. Even after receiving so much violation, shame, and humiliation, you still haven’t lost your pride as a princess knight. I’m impressed. That makes training you all the more worthwhile.”

“We have to torment not just your body, but your heart as well. Ahh, but a resisting princess like you is so wonderful ♡ We’ll do even crueler things to you.”

“You can come in now.”

At the red-haired maid’s signal, a shabby, short man entered through the door. His appearance and clothing were extremely poor, but his eyes gleamed with the joy of a long-cherished desire finally being fulfilled.

While enduring the pain of her groin feeling like it was being torn apart, Charlotte looked up at the man and felt an overwhelming sense of dread and disgust.

“Your former Highness is about to be raped by this man.”

“D-Do as you like… If sacrificing myself alone can save my sisters, then it is my wish…”

And one day she would escape this place, rebuild the Princess Knight Order, and deliver divine judgment upon the invaders who had violated her body and her nation. Charlotte tried to cling to that thought. It was the only thing she had left to hold onto.

“Hoh hoh hoh, as expected of Your Highness. Your noble spirit remains intact. But even if this man were an untouchable outcaste, could you still say that so confidently?”

At that moment, shock filled Charlotte’s amber eyes.

“Wh-What did you say!? This man is a filthy untouchable outcaste!?”

The Sun Empire originally had five varna castes: Royal (royal family), Aristocrat, Warrior (Kshatriya), Commoner (Vaishya), and Slave (Helot). At the very top stood the sacred and inviolable imperial family to which Charlotte belonged. The class differences were as strict as the Indian caste system from a hundred years ago. Marriage and even sharing meals between different classes were forbidden.

And outside even those five varna was the outcaste untouchable. When they appeared on the streets, even commoners would hurriedly retreat into their homes, close the windows and doors, and hold their breath until they passed.

That was how such people were treated in the Empire. The man grinned nastily as he slowly approached Charlotte.

“D-Don’t come near me! Don’t come near me—!!”

“Your Highness, when you say things like that, it really hurts my feelings. We untouchables are human too, just like you.”

“That’s right. Whether a princess or the lowest outcaste, all people are equal.”

The black slave Spica spoke passionately.

“Just because my skin is a different color, I was made a slave, bought and sold, and toyed with. I used to resign myself to it, thinking it couldn’t be helped because I was a black slave. But the Revolutionary Army and the Republic taught me the truth: all people are born free and equal.”

Passion burned in Spica’s black eyes.

“Master Kakuda said it clearly: regardless of skin color, gender, wealth, origin, or social status, all humans are equal.”

Capella, who was self-conscious about her red hair rather than golden, chimed in agreement.

“That’s right. We untouchable outcastes are human too. Because we’re human, we feel pain when beaten and anger when insulted. We have endured it for a thousand years. But we can endure no longer. Princess Charlotte, on behalf of the upper classes, you will atone with your body for a thousand years of sin.”

The outcaste man approached Charlotte, who was fixed in mid-air, and stroked her seductively white and beautiful ass.

“Stop—!! Don’t touch me—!!”

Charlotte screamed like a little girl with a toad shoved down her back.

“What smooth and beautiful buttocks.”

His rough fingers dug into her peach-like ass. His other hand grabbed her beautiful breast and roughly rubbed her hard nipple.

“Hiiiiii—!!”

Goosebumps rose across Charlotte’s entire body. She desperately twisted her immobilized form, trying to escape the restraints. She had been violated by many men before and even creampied in humiliation. She had been forced to drink the semen of nameless peasant soldiers and made to lick a black slave girl’s pussy. But this was humiliation on a completely different level.

The Second Imperial Princess, second in line to the throne, was about to be raped by an untouchable outcaste.

That alone was absolutely unacceptable to her.

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