Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 3

Or:
Magical Training: The Cute Witch of the Rape Shop!

Previous chapters:
One | Two

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Grinding for XP had never been so much fun.

Prior to today – back in the “real world” which Justin had called home – Justin had never, exactly, orgasmed inside of a woman.  Which he supposed made him a virgin.

But today he had raped Rachel the buxom stable girl twice, it had felt amazing, and he was currently holding her down until he was ready to use her a third time.

She claimed to hate it, but as the sexy ghost Irene had suggested, her pussy was wet for it every time, and she orgasmed when Justin did.

“I know you don’t understand what I’m saying,” said Justin to Rachel as she trembled, naked, in his arms, “but I just need 3 more experience points to level up.  That means I need to grind you a little longer.  Last time I fucked you, you gave me 2 XP, so that’s two more rapes if the payoff holds steady, or maybe more if there’s further diminishing returns.”

“Please, stranger,” whimpered Rachel.  “Just let me go.  I’m sorry I called you such insulting names.  Just don’t use me again.”

“Sssh,” said Justin.  He could feel his cock hardening again.  “Just be a good girl and sssh.”

He had cum in her pussy twice, but he had a sudden urge to try something different now.  He pushed her head towards his stiffening cock.

“Be a good girl and suck,” he told her.  “No teeth, or you’ll regret it.”

She struggled – as he had known she would – and so he slapped her, and slapped her again, and then twice more, depleting her “resistance” on each strike, and then when she became limp and submissive he forced her face down on his dick.

Her mouth felt just as amazing as her cunt had.  She gagged a little on his dick, but he held her tight against his groin with no regard for her comfort, and vigorously face-fucked her.

What he was doing was appalling, of course, by one standard – but Irene had been very clear that rape was the natural order of this world, and that if he didn’t restore it, the entire reality would collapse under strain of pretending to be something it wasn’t.

Soon Rachel was struggling, slapping at his legs and arms with her hands, desperate for air, and at this point Justin felt himself cumming once again, filling the stable-girl’s throat with his sperm.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL!

NEW DEGRADATION PERFORMED!

YOU HAVE NOW USED THIS BITCH 2 (TWO) WAYS!

3 XP GAINED!

LEVEL UP!

20 XP UNTIL NEXT LEVEL.

Justin gasped as a wave of pleasure ran through him – one even more pure than his orgasm.  He could *feel* the level up.  His whole body was… ascending somehow.  It was the best feeling he had ever had in his life.  And as he felt it, a musical fanfare played in his mind, denoting his rise to a new level of power.

It wasn’t until he had come down from the temporary high that he was able to analyse what else had happened.

He had performed a “new degradation” – presumably fucking Rachel in the mouth instead of the cunt.  And he had received more XP for doing something new than he had for merely repeating her vaginal rape.  Finding new ways to use “bitches” had its rewards, it seemed.

He looked at the nude, humiliated stable girl, and contemplated fucking her again.  He could violate her anus.  Or maybe other sexual acts would be rewarded – ejaculating onto her face or tits, perhaps, or spanking her cunt until she orgasmed from pain.  

But he noted that the oral sex had still given him less XP than their first intercourse.  Fucking girls in new ways was good – but fucking entirely new girls was better.  And his next level up would require 20 XP – twice as much as the first one.

He needed to find new “bitches” to rape.  Possibly more powerful ones…

But could he *take* more powerful ones?  He had levelled up – but what did that *mean*?

“Stats,” he whispered, and the glowing text that he had seen before appeared in front of his eyes.

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JUSTIN

Human Champion – Level 2

POWER: 2

REFLEXES: 1

ENDURANCE: 1

ARCANA: 0

ALLURE: 2

HP: 15/15

MP: 4/4

You have 2 (two) stat points to assign.  Use “assign” to assign them!

You have 1 (one) unused spell slot.  Buy spells at the rape shop!

You have 1 (one) unused skill slot.  Learn skills from practice dolls throughout the world!

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Well, this was interesting.  Stats to assign.  Spells and skills to learn.

Rachel struggled against him, trying to pull her face away from his cock, but he held her in place.

“Shush,” he told her.  “I’m not going to rape you again just now.  But I need you to hold still while I think.”

The game-like elements of this world were based on Hero’s Destiny.  They were *almost* the same stats – except in Hero’s Destiny, “allure” had been “personality”.  There was no “rape shop” in Hero’s Destiny, but there was a “secrets” shop, that sold ancient spells that only the hero could understand or use.  And “practice dolls” had been “trainers” – special NPCs who taught you unique skills.

He had initially begun to wonder how to *find* a “rape shop” – but he realised that it would probably be easier than it sounded.  This town – Sommerswyd – was clearly a “starting village”, and if so it should have everything he needed to process his first level up… whether the locals were aware of it or not.  He just needed to find a shop that looked a little big magicky.

And as for “practice dolls” – or “trainers” – they would be placed conspicuously, somewhere he would see them, and they would have memorable outfits.

That left the matter of his stats.

Justin remembered his first experience playing Hero’s Destiny.  He had been frustrated at the low damage he did in combat, and assigned his initial points to Power.  This had resulted in an immediate and very satisfying increase in his ability to slap the shit out of opponents – but later in the game he had regretted it.  As high level enemies began to have unique attacks, and complex resistances, he had started to wish that he had put more points into the magical arts, represented by Arcana and Personality – or “Allure”, it seemed.

He wasn’t going to make that mistake again now.  It might mean that he was weaker to start with, but if he could just make it through the initial levels, an early investment in magic would pay off.

“Assign two points to Arcana,” he whispered – and immediately shivered.  A tiny curl of purple lightning crackled momentarily over his skin, and he knew that the assignment was successful.  He had the beginnings of magical power available to him – if only he knew any spells to cast.

It was time to look for the “rape shop”.

He stood, and did up his pants. 

“Thank you for the sex,” he said to Rachel, still lying nude amidst the hay.  “You were a good fuck.”

She said nothing, just looked at him with hurt, accusing eyes.

He went to leave – but then thought of something.  Shops required money.  He would be expected to pay for any new spell.

How did adventurers make money in Hero’s Destiny?  They looted the monsters they defeated, and sold their belongings at the store.

“I’m sorry,” said Justin, “but I’ll be needing these.”  He bent, and scooped Rachel’s simple, torn clothes off the stable floor.  He also took her pitchfork, and several horseshoes hanging on the wall.

“What are you doing?” wailed Rachel.  “I haven’t got any other clothes!  And Boss Hager will beat my tits for losing those tools!”

“They’re very pretty tits,” said Justin, “and I assume he’ll enjoy the process of beating them very much.  As for the rest, I’m sure there’s someone in this town who would pay money to have the experience of fucking you that I just enjoyed.  Spread your legs for a couple of local men and you’ll be financially stable again in no time.”

He had no doubt she would, because in Hero’s Destiny monsters respawned their loot every 24 hours, so he suspected she would do whatever it took to have a new set of clothes and pitchfork for him to steal if he returned to rape her again the following night.

Outside the stable, the sun was beginning to fall, creating lengthening shadows.  The battle-maiden, Rose, was still patrolling in the main street.  Justin remembered her stats from his ill-fated attempt to attack her – her resistance had been 34 – and decided he wasn’t close to ready for another go-round with her yet.

Down the street, two pretty, willowy blonde girls were standing outside a larger house, dressed in soft white gowns that emphasised their innocence and youth.  He judged them to be maybe 18 or 19 years of age each, and by the look of them, they might be sisters.

He wondered about raping them – either one or both – but he immediately decided they could wait.  He had spell and skill slots to fill.  He should finish his upgrades before hunting new prey.

Neither girl looked at him as he sauntered past them.  They were giggling together about some shared joke – a local boy they liked, perhaps.  

A little further down, an older woman was hanging out washing.  She might have been in her late 30s, but she was fit, and her hips were wide without being obese, and her breasts were generous without being fat.  She had flaming red hair and a spread of freckles that made her face look younger than her body otherwise suggested.  She *did* look at him, with a wary kind of caution in her eyes, but she said nothing.

More prey.  For later.

And there it was – an odd looking shop, in an alleyway just off Main Street, marked by a sign that mixed a full moon and two stylised stars.  It was the exact icon that the “secrets” shops in Hero’s Destiny used to identify themselves.

He stepped inside – and almost laughed at what he saw there.

The inside looked exactly like the Hero’s Destiny secrets shop.  It was dimly lit by mystical-looking braziers.  There were glowing runes engraved into the wooden counter and the gnarled shelves.  Each of those shelves held thick purple books – and he knew that each book would contain a single purchasable spell.

But what made him laugh was the girl behind the counter.  She was about 19, with long blonde hair, and she was pouting with a kind of sulky fury.  The reason for that fury appeared to be the costume she was wearing.

It looked like a witch’s outfit, complete with a wide-brimmed pointy purple hat.  But any witch who wore clothes like this was a *slutty* witch . A purple corset around the girl’s waist didn’t so much cover her tits as lift and display them.  The full expanse of her breasts was offered up to his view, her perky nipples pointing directly forwards.

And her cute little purple skirt had a section missing in the front, directly over her cunt, and by looking over the counter Justin could see her cute little shaved twat quite clearly.

The outfit was capped off by mesh stockings, high heels – and a choker around her neck that had the word “CUNT” spelled out in fake jewels across the front.

“Go away,” she snapped, her face red.  She crossed her arms over her exposed tits, trying to hide them from her.  “There’s nothing in this shop for you.”

Justin smiled.  “I disagree,” he said.  “This is a rape shop, isn’t it?  What’s your name?”

Her face went bright red.  “My name is…” she said, and then stopped.  She opened and closed her mouth, and then tried again.  “My name is… “

“Please excuse Cuntblossom,” said a deep, male voice suddenly.  “She really does have trouble adapting to her true role.”

Justin looked around, startled, for the source of the voice.  At first he had no idea where it was coming from – and then his eyes settled on the counter in front of the girl.

There was a *toad* there.  A fat, brown toad, about the size of Justin’s hand.

“Yes, that’s me,” said the toad.  “Rinella marina, the giant neotropical toad – or, as a peasant might put it, the common cane toad.  You may refer to me as Dorian.”

“Silence, Dorian,” snapped the girl.  “Let me handle this.”

“Very well,” said the toad.  “Introduce yourself to the nice man properly.  And use your *real* name.”

“My name is…” said the girl again – and then blushed, and fell silent.

“Outside this shop, you see, her name is Amy,” said the toad.  “She is a common trollop who lives with her brother and does unexceptional trollop things.  But when she is summoned to work here, her true nature asserts itself.  She finds herself forced to dress as you now see her, and she finds herself bound to her true name.  Which is, as I mentioned, Cuntblossom.”  

The toad turned to the girl.  “Say your name to the nice man, Cuntblossom.”

“I hate you,” spat the girl, staring daggers at the toad.

“It was not I who gave you this name, child,” said the toad.  “It is simply who you are.  And if you fail to fulfil your duties as shopkeeper, now that you have an actual, genuine client, you know what punishments will befall you.  Now, be a good bitch, and introduce yourself.”

The girl fumed, her face red and impotent.  But apparently she knew the toad was right, because slowly, sullenly, she turned back to Justin.

“Hello, sir,” she said, quietly.  “My name is Cuntblossom.  How may I help you?”

Justin decided to push his luck.  “Well, you can stop covering your tits,” he told her.  “They’re pretty and I’d like to see them.”

“Do as the man says, Cuntblossom,” instructed the toad.

For a moment Justin thought that the girl might, instead, throw something at his head – but after a moment she reluctantly lowered her arms to her sides, so that Justin could get a good look at her enticing fuckbags.

“What is the nature of this shop?” he asked, once he had spent a few moments enjoying the sight of her udders.

It was the toad who answered.

“I suspect you already know, boy,” said Dorian.  “Given that, unless I miss my guest, you are the Protagonist.  When this world was ripped from its true course by the dark spells of the sorceress Alyra, it took its form from the artifact she channeled her power through – a common ‘video game’ of your world.  ‘Twas the nature of this game that a protagonist would eventually come, and he would need to acquire power by which to set the world right.  The spell thus created this shop – and others like it, throughout the realm – and pressed a local girl into service to run it, in a manner befitting the purpose of the shop.”

“But no one ever *comes* to this shop!” complained Cuntblossom.

“Yes, a paradox, that,” said Dorian.  “A shop that exists solely for the benefit of a single customer!  And yet, here he is, so it seems your existence is not wholly worthless after all.”

“Cuntblossom doesn’t seem to like working here,” noted Justin.

“Oh, she positively hates it,” said Dorian.  “Through some cruel trick of fate, the spell seems to choose girls with a keen sense of self-entitlement and strong feminist opinions to become its whorishly-dressed service-cunts.  I think it is no accident that a spoiled brat named Amy was chosen to become this prettily dressed sex-doll, who lives only to sell rape magic to a man bent on re-enslaving her world.”

“If you mean that I would happily kill this smug pig of a man if I could,” said Cuntblossom to Dorian, her voice filled with spite, “then you are correct.  I would cut off his dick and laugh.”

“But of course she cannot,” said Dorian.  “Even if you are intensely rude to her.  So feel free to call her a stupid little brat who needs a good raping, if you are so inclined?”

“*Can* I rape her?” asked Justin.  “Isn’t she, like, a special class of NPC?  A shopkeeper?”

“Here and now, you are correct,” said Dorian.  “Cuntblossom cannot be harmed or raped in her role as a shopkeeper.  But if you happen to come across brainless little cocktease Amy, when she is off duty – well, that is another story.”

“Dorian!” shrieked Amy.  “Don’t give him ideas!”

“If the Protagonist needs other people to give him ideas about rape,” said Dorian, “then I fear our whole world is doomed.  But I trust he is quite creative without my input.”

“And what about you?” asked Justin.  “What’s a talking frog doing here?”

“What is a game without a narrator?” asked Dorian.  “Without tutorial text?  Without the odd fourth-wall-breaking piece of explanation?  Do not trouble yourself with talking frogs, good sir.”

Justin didn’t remember a talking frog delivering tutorials in Hero’s Destiny – but he supposed the frog was right, and that he was overthinking it.  This was a world that needed him to rape women in order to save it.  Was a talking frog really that much stranger?

Justin placed the pitchfork he was carrying on the counter, and then emptied his pockets, disgorging Rachel’s clothes, and the small collection of horseshoes.

“What can I get for these?” he asked.

Cuntblossom looked at them, and sniffed.  

For a moment Justin thought she was going to ask where he got them – but then he realised that of course she wouldn’t.  Shopkeepers in Hero’s Destiny never asked where you found the things you sold – even if you had stolen them from their very own back rooms!  

“For this pathetic collection,” Cuntblossom announced, “you may buy a single first-level spell.  Those are the ones on the top shelf.”

Perfect.  That was all he needed.  

“Thank you, Cuntblossom,” he said.  “While I browse the spells, do you think you could sit on the counter and spread your legs, so I can see your twat?”

“No!” shrieked Cuntblossom.

“Yes,” said Dorian.  “The customer is always right, my dear bitch.  Do be a good girl and obey.”

Blushing bright red, Cuntblossom climbed up on the counter.  Her legs dangled barely halfway down the side once she sat down.  Then she spread her legs, baring her beautiful little twat to Justin’s gaze.

“I dare say he likes looking at your cunt almost as much as your brother does,” ventured Dorian.

“Shut up, frog,” hissed Cuntblossom, who was staring intently at a patch of wall and trying to pretend she wasn’t showing her pussy to a strange man.

“Frog!” objected Dorian.  “Well, I never.  Do I look like a *frog*, you wet-cunted hussy?”

Justin ignored them and contemplated the books that Cuntblossom had identified as first level spells.  There were just three – and their books were titled “Cunt Pain”, “Show Arousal” and “Imagine Rape”.

“What do these do?” he asked Cuntblossom.

“What do you think they do?” snapped Cuntblossom.

“Girl, do not think the forces that brought you to this shop will not punish you if you fail to serve,” warned Dorian.

Cuntblossom closed her mouth, chastened.  Then, a moment later: “Cunt Pain makes a girl feel like an electric charge just went off inside her vagina.  It’s very painful and will often make her double over in pain.  Show Arousal lets you visually see how sexually aroused a girl is, in detail.  And Imagine Rape causes a girl to sudden imagine being violently and degradingly raped by you, in very realistic and explicit detail.  I’m told it’s very distracting.”

Justin considered.  None of these spells had clear analogues in Hero’s Destiny.  They were clearly customised for the rape-focused nature of this world.  

Cunt Pain sounded like a straight-up attack spell.  He guessed that it would directly sap a bitch’s Resistance with each casting.

Show Arousal would improve his user interface, he supposed, giving him more information about his targets.

And Imagine Rape – perhaps a distraction?  A debuff?  Something that would cause an opponent to “miss a turn” in combat?  He suspected he would have to buy and try it if he wanted to know for sure.

He reached up to select a book…

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