Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 1

or “Help, I’ve Been Summoned To A Fantasy World That Needs A Human To Rape It!”

Author’s Note: Isekai, also known as “portal fantasy” is a genre where an average person from the real world is transported to a fantasy world, and uses their pop culture genre knowledge to game the narrative and become a hero.

It’s often said to be an exceptionally *lazy* genre, and one prone to transparent and frankly embarrassing teen power fantasies.

Lazy power fantasies, of course, can be very hot, and sell incredibly well in the erotica world, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

In chatting with some other writers recently, I came up with the idea for the story below, and then, having thought of it, I had to write it, and then, having written it, I had to share it.

I’m sorry to be starting yet another unfinished story but there was no sense in letting such a lazy and derivative idea go entirely to waste.  So please enjoy the first chapter of this Noncon Isekai.

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There was a flash. 

And then Justin was off-balance, falling on his ass, onto a cold stone floor strewn with hay, that smelled of dirt and horse-shit. 

Only moments ago he had been in his room, sitting at his computer, preparing to continue his online adventures in Hero’s Destiny IV, the latest in a long line of videogaming conquests.  And now he was… where? 

“Get up off the floor, stranger,” said a voice.  “This job is hard enough without having some fool traveller trying to sleep off a hangover here.” 

He looked up to see a woman standing over him – or, really, not much more than a girl.  He judged her to be about 19, buxom, and beautiful despite the dirt on her skin and the clothes she was wearing – which were little more than rags. 

From his position on the ground, Justin could see straight up her ragged skirt – and he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing any underwear.  The pouty lips of her bare cunt seemed to wink at him, and he found his cock stiffening. 

Another voice spoke – surprisingly close to his ear.  A woman’s voice, but softer and more feminine than that of the woman in rags. 

“Get up,” said the voice.  “Don’t try to take her yet.  You’re not ready.” 

Justin struggled to his feet, looking around for the source of the second voice, but he could see no one. 

He appeared to be in a stables.  There were stalls further down the building, and he could see the heads and backs of horses rising above the stall walls.  There were feed troughs, and big stacks of hay, and pitchforks and riding tack were hung on the walls. 

“I’m sorry,” he said to the woman in rags.  “Who are you?  Where am I?” 

“I’m Rachel, the stable girl,” said the woman.  “And you’re in Boss Hager’s stables.” 

She was eyeing him cautiously, now that he was standing.  Justin found his gaze falling on her ample chest, and wondering what her tits looked like beneath those rags. 

Why was he so horny?  He had the normal appetites of a 22-year-old man, but it was unusual for him to immediately focus on a woman’s tits and pussy this way.  He made an effort to keep his eyes on the girl’s face instead. 

“Sorry,” he said – apologising for a second time – “but where is this stables?  I can’t seem to remember how I got here.” 

She looked at him again, sizing him up, and said, “I’d wager you got here while drunk, based on those ridiculous clothes you’re wearing.  And we’re on Main Street.”  She paused, and then added, “And if you’ve been fool enough to walk here from an entirely different village, then this is Sommerswyd.  You’re in the bann of the Shrine of Gloriel.” 

None of this made sense to Justin.  There wasn’t a “main street” within several suburbs of his house, nor was he aware of any stables closer than the rural outskirts.   

The second voice spoke in his ear again.  “Leave here.  Find somewhere private.  I will explain everything.” 

Justin looked around.  “I’m sorry,” he said again.  “I’ll leave.”  He spotted what seemed to be a door to the outside, and stepped through it. 

What he discovered outside made even less sense.  He appeared to be in some kind of mediaeval re-enactment village – or at least a country town with *very* old buildings.  He was standing on a dirt road, dotted with small thatched buildings.  A single two-storey building made of wood was visible further down the street, near a crossroads, but Justin judged the entire settlement couldn’t have been more than thirty buildings.  In the distance, he could see wide fields of green grass, extending up into rolling hills dotted with rocks and small, scrappy trees. 

There was not a single sign of modern technology.  No streetlights, no cars, no power lines. The air smelt like a farm – full of dirt, and animals, and shit – but at the same time it felt fresh in a way that Justin had never felt before.  It was as if the entire atmosphere were missing some key component that he had always taken for granted. 

Down the street, near the crossroads, there was a woman dressed in armour, like an honest-to-goodness knight.  She even had a sword at her hip.  She wore no helmet, and her long blonde hair was shifting in the slight breeze.  She turned to look in Justin’s direction, and Justin instinctively took a step back – and then actively moved to find away behind the stables, out of the knight’s view. 

He found a small yard, tucked away behind the stables, surrounded by rudimentary wooden fences.  It contained a small stack of firewood, but looked rarely used.   

“All right,” he said, looking around.  “Who are you, mystery voice?  And what’s going on?” 

The air shimmered – and suddenly Justin was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  She was dressed in robes, that conveyed an air of innocence, but still managed to flatter her perfect figure.  Her face held an ethereal beauty, her full lips slightly parted, her green eyes filled with emotion, her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. 

Justin had never wanted to a fuck a woman as much as he wanted to fuck this one.  He felt his cock growing even harder. 

But even so, he doubted that he *could* fuck her – not least because she was transparent.  He could dimly see the fence behind her through her body.  He reached out a hand and, as he had expected, it passed straight through her translucent form. 

That was the point where Justin truly started to understand that something magical had happened. 

“My name is Irene,” said the woman.  “And I am – or was – sister to the High Sorceress, Alyra.  But I know this means nothing to you.  For now, it’s perhaps enough to say that I’m the one who summoned you here, that I used magic to do so, and that you’re the only person who can see or speak to me.” 

“You… summoned me?” said Justin.  “And where is ‘here’, exactly?” 

“We call this world Tharbrand,” said Irene.  “Unlike your world, it is a world of magic and monsters.  And beyond that, it was a truly terrible world, governed by misogyny.  It was the destiny of every woman to be owned, and raped, and abused, and bred.  Females were treated as nothing but a set of holes and a pair of tits to pleasure the cocks of men.” 

Justin felt his cock growing even harder, but he said, “That sounds awful.” 

“It was,” said Irene.  “Although I, myself, was privileged.  Neither my sister nor myself were ever raped.  We kept out virginity, which gave fuel to many of our powers.” 

“You said it was a world of rape,” said Justin.  “But it’s not now?” 

“No.”  Irene shook her head.  “My sister and I were illegally trained in powerful sorcery, normally forbidden to women.  I intended to use mine to make small changes, to save women on an individual level.  But my sister dreamed of something bigger.  She wanted to change the entire world.  First she used her powers to scry out into other worlds, to find some inspiration for a world where women were treated with equality.  And she found this.” 

Irene did something with her hands, and an object appeared in them from nowhere.  It was a hard case, about the size of a book, with art on the front… 

It was a videogame box.  From his world.  And the videogame was Hero’s Destiny IV. 

“Are you kidding me?” asked Justin.  This felt like a joke. 

“I am not!” said Irene.  She sounded offended.  “Why would I make humour about such things?” 

“This is… a game.  That people play in their free time, for fun,” said Justin. 

“Perhaps in your world,” said Irene.  “But my sister Alyra has taken it very seriously  She looked into this ‘game’ and saw a world where women were beautiful, and free, and no one was ever raped.” 

“Well, of course not,” said Justin.  “It’s rated G.  For children.  People complain because everything in the game is a bit twee.  There’s no real darkness in it, and the plot is a bit predictable.  And every woman you meet is basically a Disney princess.”  He paused, and then added, “The gameplay is good, though.  Surprisingly deep.” 

“You know of how this Hero’s Destiny works?” said Irene.  She was excited.  “Then I *have* chosen the right hero!” 

“I’m not a hero,” said Justin.  “I’m just… some guy.  A guy who plays videogames.  And why does it matter whether I know how to play this one?” 

“Because my sister has used it as the basis for a huge, world-changing spell,” said Irene.  “She drew on some secret source of power – a source unknown to me – and rewrote all of reality, using this Hero’s Destiny as her template.  Overnight, every woman became free from rape.  The sky became brighter.  Slaves were released from their shackles.  Men started to treat women with respect.  And within a few weeks, people began to forget that it had ever been different.” 

“Well, that sounds wonderful,” said Justin – secretly a little disappointed that the world was no longer a rape free-for-all.  He wouldn’t have minded tearing off the clothes of that stable girl and having his way with her – but only if that was the custom around here.  He wasn’t a sociopath, after all. 

“It is not wonderful,” said Irene.  “The spell is too much.  No one else can tell, because no one else is even aware of the spell, but the magic is slowly tearing reality apart.  You can’t just change all of existence like this without consequences.  It’s too much strain on the fundamental nature of the world.  By my calculations, we have no more than a year before the world collapses in upon itself, and every last thing within it is destroyed forever.” 

“Doesn’t your sister – this Alyra – understand that?” asked Justin. 

Irene shook her pretty head.  “She is stubborn.  She will listen to no one.  She fully believes it is her destiny to save all women, and anyone who dares to suggest otherwise is branded as a misogynist and a traitor.  If they’re lucky, they go to prison.  If they’re not…”  She shook her head, sadly. 

“And you want me to do something about this?” asked Justin.  “What do you think I can do?” 

“First, being an outsider, you can remain aware of Alyra’s spell, and will be immune to the spell’s suggestion that this is how things have always been,” said Irene.  “You and I are the only people in this entire world who are even aware there is a problem to be fixed.” 

“Okay,” said Justin.  “But you summoned me, right?  Why me, rather than someone else?” 

“It needed to be a man, for reasons that will become obvious,” said Irene.  “And it needed to be a man familiar with this Hero’s Destiny.  You see, in basing her world-changing spell upon this ‘game’, my sister has also changed the world to conform to the game’s *rules*.  Try asking about your stats, for example.” 

“My stats?” said Justin, baffled – but then, suddenly, there was glowing text in his vision. 

JUSTIN

Human Champion

POWER: 2

REFLEXES: 1

ENDURANCE: 1

ARCANA: 0

ALLURE: 2

HP: 8/8

MP: 0/0

They were the basic character stats from Hero’s Destiny – hovering here, in space, in front of Justin.  

And then, after a moment, they vanished. 

“Do you see?” said Irene.  “No one of this world can stop Alyra, because were all… not the hero.  Only the hero can affect meaningful change in the story of this world.” 

Justin laughed.  “Non-player characters.  You’re saying that you’re NPCs.  And NPCs can’t solve anything, because otherwise there would be nothing for the player to do.”  He remembered something.  “And the player’s backstory in Hero’s Destiny is always that you’re a hero summoned from another world!” 

“Exactly,” said Irene.  “So you must do whatever it is that a hero does in this game, to save us all.” 

“Well, in Hero’s Destiny you go around fixing things that are wrong in the world,” said Justin.  “But you said your sister already made the world perfect, so what is there to fix?” 

“You must set it back to the way it was,” said Irene.  “One piece at a time.  It is the destiny of women in this world to be raped, so you must rape them.  You must abuse and humiliate and degrade and impregnate them.  Eventually you must break the Shrines that sustain Alyra’s spell, and then eventually confront and rape Alyra herself, to take away the power of her virginity and force her to return the world to the way it once was.” 

“You want me to… rape women? To save the world?” asked Justin.  His cock was hardening again. 

“Precisely,” said Irene.  “It is perverse, I know – and a heavy burden on your conscience – but it is the only way to stop my entire world from being destroyed.” 

“Won’t I get in trouble?” Justin asked.  “After I rape a woman?  Won’t there be consequences?” 

“Possibly,” said Irene.  “You may need to fight to defend yourself from time to time, against those who seek to protect Alyra’s dream.  But in summoning you, I have bestowed you with certain gifts, and one is the Seal of Silence, which is an enchantment I have placed on your loins.” 

“My loins?” asked Justin.  “You mean… my cock?” 

Irene blushed a little.  “Yes,” she said.  “The enchantment governs your… seed.  If you conclude your rape of a woman by ejaculating your seed on her, or inside her, she will be bound by the Seal of Silence, and unable to tell anyone that you have raped her, or take any action which would acknowledge that she had been raped.” 

“So cum on rape victims to keep them quiet,” said Justin.  “Got it.”  He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. 

“Also, you need not worry about… lubrication,” said Irene.  “The groins of women in this world remember their destiny, even if the spell makes their minds forget.  You will find that women here naturally become wet when they realise they are about to be raped.  That does not mean they want to be raped, but you will not encounter… chafing as you use them.” 

She paused, and then added.  “Because they have forgotten how things used to be, however, they will probably be ashamed to find themselves becoming wet in this way.  They will think it is some failing of their own, rather than a universal state of women.  Whether you disabuse them of that belief is up to you.” 

“Right,” said Justin.  “Last question – why are you transparent?  Why can no one else see or hear you?” 

Irene looked immediately sad.  “My sister has some hidden power source to power her spells, but I have only my virginity – and it was not nearly enough to find and summon a hero from a whole different world.  I had to put my life force into the spell that summoned you – and now there is very little of me left.  Just a ghost, bound to the hero I have summoned.” 

“Can you be healed?” asked Justin.  He thought to himself it would be very nice to be able to put his hands on this transcendentally gorgeous woman – perhaps kiss her – perhaps explore that virginity she kept referring to… 

“Possibly,” said Irene.  “Though I am not sure how.  There is much magic in this world that I do not understand.  I hold on to hope.” 

“Right,” said Justin.  He shook his head.  “I can’t believe that I’m in a fucking *isekai*.  It’s so cliched.” 

“An isekai?” asked Irene. 

“Never mind,” said Justin.  “I’ve got the gist of it.  Rape pretty girls, save the world.  Right?” 

“Right,” said Irene.  “Maybe you should start with…” 

But Justin was already heading back out onto the street of the town. 

The female knight was still there – and as Justin walked towards her, he saw that she was even more beautiful than he had first thought.  Her face was delicate, her hair rippled like a banner in the breeze, and he was pretty sure that the generous endowments sculpted into her breastplate matched the anatomy beneath them. 

“You there,” he said.  “You look like a wandering monster.  Or, I guess, wandering whore.  You’re a good place to fight.  I challenge you to a battle.” 

She looked at him.  “Are you mad, traveller?” 

There was that reference to ‘traveller’ again – and Justin realised that his modern casual jeans, shirt and sneakers must look strange to the people of this world.  He made a note to buy some adventuring gear, once he had some of whatever this world used for currency. 

“Not mad,” he said.  “Just horny.  Let’s fight.” 

And suddenly it was as if a musical theme was playing, in Justin’s ears alone.  It was the Hero’s Destiny battle theme.  Combat had begun. 

He could now see a name above the knight’s head – “Rose, Battlemaiden of Flowers”. 

And a moment later, a menu appeared in front of Justin’s view. 

ATTACK
EVADE
CAST
SPECIAL
ITEM
FLEE 

He had no items, and his stats suggested he had neither spells nor special abilities.

“Attack,” he whispered.  Did he have to say it, or was choosing it in his mind enough?  Or should he just, you know, actually attack? 

But he was attacking.  He was stepping forward.  Was he choosing to do this, or was it the result of his menu selection? 

He raised a hand, and slapped Rose across her perfect face. 

The number “1” appeared – an indication of how much damage Justin had done – and then suddenly he could see a bar above Rose’s head. 

RESISTANCE – 37/38. 

He suddenly felt worried.  He would need to slap her another 37 times to wear that bar down.  Whereas he, Justin, only had eight hit points, according to his stats, and…. 

Rose kicked him.  Hard. 

The number “8” flashed up. 

Justin went down, onto the road, struggling to breath.  The foot had landed right in his chest, and the foot had been inside a steel-shod boot.  He gasped and wheezed.  He felt like he was going to pass out. 

Rose stood over him. 

“I’m going to spare you, traveller,” she said, “because you are obviously a fool, and your actions are likely the result of madness rather than ill intent.  But if you ever try that again, then by Alyra, I shall *end* you.” 

And then she turned and walked away down the street. 

It was all Justin could do to crawl off the road and back to the secluded yard where he had first spoken to Irene. 

Irene was waiting, her hands on her translucent hips, her pretty face pouting. 

“You idiot!” she chided.  “You weren’t ready to fight a *battlemaiden*.  What did you *think* was going to happen?” 

And Justin suddenly knew what she meant. 

“I need to level up, don’t I?” he said.  “Rape easier women.  Increase my stats.  Gear up.” 

“From what I know of Alyra’s dream,” said Irene, “I believe that you are correct.”   

She waved her hands, and Justin felt the pain leaving him.  His hit points climbed back up until they were full – 8/8. 

“I can do that once per day,” said Irene.  “Try not to be defeated again.  Not all opponents will be as merciful in victory as the battlemaiden.” 

“Then I just need to find a girl who’ll be easier to force myself upon,” said Justin. 

And immediately, the perfect candidate came to mind.  Rachel, the stable girl, with her rags and her panty-less cunt. 

“It’s time to earn some XP,” said Justin, with a smile.

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