36. Shocking Reunion

Ten years had passed.

Today, as usual, Charlotte was chained to the guillotine restraint table. Her neck and wrists were locked in place while the men took turns using her from behind, piercing her like a skewer.

“Uuu… Uuu—!!… Please… I beg you, stop…”

Kakuda’s thick cock was shoved all the way down her throat. Large tears glistened in her amber eyes as she desperately begged for forgiveness. Her huge breasts, forced to grow even larger from one pregnancy after another, swayed pathetically with each thrust.

“Shut up, you filthy pig! Stop answering back and squeeze your pussy tighter!”

The man behind her slammed his hips into her massive ass.

“Here, I’m cumming in your mouth too! Drink every drop!”

Buryururu —!!

A huge torrent of white, foul-smelling semen flooded her throat. Charlotte’s eyes widened as she gulped it down desperately. No matter how many times—how many millions of times—she still could not get used to the strange stench and texture.

“Geh, eho, haa, haa, haa…”

No matter how many times she drank, thick, yellowish semen coated her throat. That was her only meal. For ten years, she had survived on semen alone, giving birth to more than a dozen children. Truly, it was the mystery of a female body.

“Hehe, I’m cumming too. I really had to piss. Drink my morning piss, you slut!”

Jooooh —!!

A massive stream of urine poured into her pussy.

“Aaaah, it’s so hot—!!”

Charlotte’s beautiful face twisted from the sensation of being scalded inside by boiling water.

“Hehe, saved us the trouble of washing out your womb. Say something, anything?”

The soldier slapped Charlotte’s white ass and asked.

“…P-Please… pour your Master’s urine into this lewd female pig… From the bottom of my heart, I thank you…”

Charlotte spoke in a choked, tearful voice. A single tear slid down her pale cheek.

“That’s how you do it. If someone does something for you, you should thank them. That’s how the world works.”

“You’re living proof that we’ve been raping and training flesh slaves. With all the cocks we have, one isn’t enough.”

The soldiers laughed boisterously. Charlotte whispered in a tiny voice:

“This… this isn’t real… This can’t be true…”

The soldiers overheard.

“What? What did you say?”

“Huh? You can’t still be thinking you’re a princess, can you?”

That was the truth. Even after ten years of humiliation and violation, the princess knight’s pride remained deep inside her heart. Every year she got pregnant, gave birth, and before her next period came, she was bred again.

And every day, in the eyes of the ignorant common people, she was paraded around with her swollen belly.

“Look at the princess’s pose. She’s pathetic. Doesn’t it shame her as a young girl?”

“No, the bitch is enjoying being shown her pregnant belly.”

“She’s going to give birth to a perfect flesh slave. Watch it.”

“Then the mother and daughter will be spoiled rotten.”

Charlotte could only listen to the deafening laughter while hanging upside down and crying in hell.

This was the life of nothing more than a breeding sow, yet somehow she still kept her normal mind. What a strong-willed spirit. That was why the suffering only grew worse. Charlotte remained silent in response to the men’s taunts.

The atmosphere grew oppressive. The soldiers soon finished and left the dungeon. Charlotte was left alone in the dark, gloomy room.

“Ten years… since then…”

Charlotte looked back on everything that had happened.

The hope of imperial revival was long gone. She would live the rest of her life in this dark, gloomy world as a flesh slave. Despite more than ten years of filth, despite everything, Charlotte still looked beautiful.

The golden hair, emerald eyes, and snow-white skin of the Nordic race had somehow retained a dignified, elegant aura even after endless gang-rape days and nights. She had truly been born to become a princess.

“What happened to Mother…? To my elder sister Jeanne… to my sisters… Melody… Please, please be safe…”

The face of her beloved youngest sister Melody floated into her mind.

Would Melody have suffered the same hell as her? If so, she would never be able to die.

Unexpectedly, she could not remember the faces of the dozen or so daughters she had given birth to (all of her children were daughters). The reason would be told later.

Thinking about it, even while suspended, collared and chained, with her belly swollen, or right before giving birth, she had been raped so thoroughly that she had never truly seen the faces of the children she had borne. It was impossible for her to develop a mother’s instinct. Perhaps she still could not accept the reality that she had given birth to those girls.

Just then, the iron door behind her creaked open. The footsteps were not military boots. She could not see who was approaching.

Who could it be? Had Spica or Capella come to gloat over her miserable state? But whoever it was, Charlotte no longer cared. Her heart had long since accepted her fate.

“Who’s there?”

Suddenly, tiny hands covered her eyes.

“Guess who?”

Another voice came from beside her. It belonged to a young girl. She had no memory of it, but somehow she knew those voices.

“You don’t know? But we know. We’ve known about Mother since long, long ago.”

(Could it be… No way! That’s impossible! It’s definitely a lie!)

“You don’t know? The girls who know Mother best are us.”

The three little girls giggled behind Charlotte’s palms.

(Oh God Odin… Oh Sun God Aton… This is a dream, right? Please say it is. There’s no way something this terrible could happen.)

The small hands finally left her eyes.

In front of her stood three blonde girls wearing rough cotton dresses. Their eyes were the same amber as Charlotte’s.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Aisha.”

“I’m Alma.”

“I’m Antigone. Nice to meet you.”

The three girls curtsied, holding the hems of their skirts.

“We’re the first three children of Mother.”

“Impossible—!!!”

An unbelievable scream rang through the underground room.

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