Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 4

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Combat With The Baker’s Rape-Bait Daughter!

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three

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Justin selected the spellbook entitled “Imagine Rape”.  

“I’ll have this one,” he announced.

“An excellent choice, boy,” intoned the toad, Dorian.

Cuntblossom – still sitting on her counter with her legs parted to show Justin her pussy – merely sniffed with distaste, and turned her face away.

“Ahem,” coughed the toad.  “Confirm the sale, Cuntblossom.”

“Oh, very well,” said the girl.  “The book is yours.”  

Glowing text appeared in front of Justin’s eyes.

“SPELL ACQUIRED!  ‘Imagine Rape’.  You now have zero unused spell slots.”

And he felt a surge within him.  Despite not having opened the book or read its contents, Justin now felt sure he could cast this spell.  It was just like Hero’s Destiny – you didn’t actually use the book to cast the spell, it was just a token to unlock it.

Cuntblossom looked at Dorian.  “Does that mean we’re done?”

“Well, actually,” said Justin.  “Is there anywhere I can… practice this spell?”

“On the shopkeeper, of course,” said Dorian.  “Just as with practice dolls, the rape shopkeeper will allow you to try out any new spell you have purchased.”

Cuntblossom’s eyes widened, and she instinctively jerked her legs together, protectively.  “Now, hold on…” she protested.

Justin pointed at Cuntblossom.  “Imagine Rape!” he intoned.

Cuntblossom’s eyes unfocused.  She gasped – a choked, scared kind of gasp.  Then her legs sprung open, as if on springs, and she arched her back, pushing her tits forwards.

“Right now, Cuntblossom is imagining in vivid detail what it might be like to be violently raped by you,” said Dorian.  “As you can see, she is wholly distracted by such thoughts, and under normal circumstances an enterprising young Protagonist like yourself could take advantage of her distraction to slap or punch her a number of times, or rip off some of her clothing.”

“I can’t do that now?” Justin asked, sadly, because Cuntblossom looked very tempting indeed.

“Absolutely not,” said Dorian.  “Shopkeepers are inviolate, while performing the duties of a shopkeeper.  This is a demonstration only.”

As Justin watched, Cuntblossom began to whimper, and cry.  Her breathing quickened – and then one hand went to her left breast, squeezing it gently, and the other went between her legs, to stroke her pussy…

… and then suddenly she was orgasming.  Her eyes focused as her body shook, and a blush of shame crept across her face as she saw Justin staring at her.

“For the record,” she said, “I hate you and I hope you die.”

“You will have noticed,” said Dorian, “that within this demonstration environment, casting the spell did not cost you any Magic Points, or MP.  However, in real usage, it will consume 2 MP to cast this spell.”

“How do I get my MP back?” asked Justin.

“Successfully raping women will convert their innocence and defiance into MP, to replenish your pool,” said Dorian.  “Otherwise, you can drink the cunt juices or breast milk of a Rape Priestess.”

“And Rape Priestesses…” began Justin.

The frog hopped awkwardly, and coughed.  “Goodness!” it said.  “So many questions!  No one likes a tutorial that goes on forever, dear boy.  Let’s leave that until later!”

Justin looked at Cuntblossom again.  He would have *really* liked to rape her – but it seemed that wasn’t possible at this time.  So instead, he gave her a mocking salute.

“Thank you for your help, slut,” he said.  “I’m glad you enjoyed imagining being raped by me.”

She showed him her middle finger.  “I hope you get buggered by the venom stinger of a manticore,” she replied.

Justin laughed, and left the shop, closing the door behind him with a bang.

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Back on the street, he contemplated his next move.

He still had a skill slot to fill, which he would acquire from a “practice doll”.  If it was anything like Hero’s Destiny, that would require money, and he had just traded all his saleable items to Cuntblossom.  For that matter, he would probably benefit from some equipment, too – a sword and armour, maybe, or whatever their equivalent might be in this strange world.

So he needed cash.  How did players make cash in Hero’s Destiny?

Well, the first way was by defeating monsters and looting their bodies.  Which here would mean raping women and taking their clothes and belongings, as he had done with Rachel the stable girl.  But Rachel’s gear hadn’t been worth very much, and he wasn’t sure if any other woman in this small village would be significantly wealthier.  The two young women he had seen giggling outside the two-storey house earlier might be a reasonable prospect, but…

The second way was to steal random items from containers.  If this town was anything like Hero’s Destiny, its assorted barrels, crates and pots would yield a variety of low-value items that he could sell.  However, if he got caught looting such items, it could get him in trouble with the town guard – and he still remembered the pain of being defeated by the Battlemaiden, Rose.

And the third way – and Justin couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before – was to complete quests.  

Every town in Hero’s Destiny had a quest board in front of its tavern, from which players could accept missions.   The missions raised from the trivial to the plot-critical, and they all rewarded substantially more XP and coin than simply exploring at random.

Sure enough, a short walk down the main street of Sommerswyd brought him to a tavern – relatively quiet at this time of day – and in front of it was a large wooden noticeboard, prominently labelled “Quest Board”.

There were three notices pinned to it, and Justin examined them carefully.

THE SISTER’S PANTIES
The mayor’s daughters think they’re too stuck-up to bare their pussies for a common tavernkeep.  I need someone to teach those bitches a lesson.  Bring me a pair of used panties from each girl for me to display in the tavern, to remind the whole town that they’re just cunts.
Report to: Tavernkeep Westen
Reward: 5 gp

SHE’LL EAT WHAT SHE’S TOLD
Washerwoman Sue-Ellen insulted me by publicly claiming that my bread is tasteless and my pies are disgusting.  I have baked her a special tart filled with my semen, and I will pay whoever forces her to eat it, and beats her fat tits with my rolling pin until she either cries or cums.
Report to: Gargan the Baker
Reward: 5 gp

ORCS ON THE ROAD
A tribe of vicious orcs have camped near the road leading out of town, and refuse to leave until we pay them a tribute of two bitches.  None of the local woman have volunteered.  The city will be grateful to anyone who forces two women to submit to the orcs’ demands.
Report to: Mayor Cardwyd
Reward: 15 gp + hero’s uniform.

Justin pictured the women of Sommerswyd walking past this board every day, seeing the quests posted there, imagining how they might be fulfilled – and having to pretend as though nothing was unusual, because of course NPCs couldn’t directly interact with or acknowledge the Quest Board.  It was entirely for the benefit of Justin.  

The third quest – the orcs – seemed to Justin likely to be (a) plot-related, seeing as it would likely open up the ability to leave this starting village and (b) a little tougher than he was currently ready for, based on its higher scheme of rewards.

So Justin took down the other two notes and stowed them in his pocket.

QUEST ACCEPTED: The Sister’s Panties
QUEST ACCEPTED: She’ll Eat What She’s Told

He suspected that the two young women he had seen earlier that day might be the mayor’s daughters, and that the buxom redheaded woman might be “Washerwoman Sue-Ellen”.  They had all been very attractive, and he felt his cock stiffen at the idea of asserting his dominance over them.  In fact, every woman he had seen so far in this world was attractive – did it even *have* any ugly women?

He was personally more excited about abusing the two daughters, but there were two of them, and it was possible they would have protection if their father was the mayor, so he decided to start with the washerwoman – and the quest implied he would first need to visit the questgiver, to receive the tart and rolling pin referred to in the quest.

The Sommerswyd baker was only a few shopfronts past the tavern, and Justin entered to be greeted by the agreeable aroma of freshly baked bread – and by the contrasting profiles of the two people behind the counter.

On the right was a large middle-aged man whose white baking cap did little to conceal a balding head, and whose apron only seemed to emphasise his protruding gut.

On the left was a young brunette woman, whose apron emphasised her generous breasts, whose cute face was wholly focused on the dough she was kneading with her bare hands.

“Daughter,” grunted the man.  “We have a customer.  See to his needs.”

The girl looked up immediately, guilty at not having noticed Justin sooner, and said, “Hello, sir!  I’m Cindy!  How can I serve you today?”

Justin had an immediate vision of pushing his cock into her perfect mouth, or sliding it between her soft, round tits, and several suggestions jumped to his mind of very interesting ways she could serve him.

But what he said was, “Actually, I’m here for you, sir” – speaking to the man – “in regards to the quest you posted.”

The baker’s eyes lit up.  He came out from behind the counter, and extended a hand.  “Gargan,” he said, by way of introduction.  “Delighted that someone has finally answered my call.”

“You appear to be having a problem with a local washerwoman?” asked Justin.

Gargan snorted.  “That bitch Sue-Ellen,” he said.  “Not only has she rejected my invitation for her to suck my cock on three separate occasions, she’s had the pure bitchy temerity to disparage my business and the quality of my baking.  She needs to be taught a lesson.”

“I think I can do that for you,” said Justin.

Gargan chortled.  “Fantastic!” he said.  “Superb!”  He bustled over to a covered bread-bin, opened it, and withdrew a wooden box.

“This is the tart,” he said.  “Premium crust, and filled with five loads of my own sperm.  She’s to eat it all, and swallow.”

Justin awkwardly took the box, grateful he didn’t have to handle the tart directly.

“And this is one of my spare pins,” said Gargan, passing Justin a rolling pin.  “Give her tits a beating with it – until she cries, or cums, I don’t care which.”

Justin took the rolling pin.  And as he did so, there was an odd feeling of it almost… clicking… into his hand.

It was a weapon, he realised.  And he had just equipped it.

He gave it a couple of experimental swings.  It felt good.  Not as heavy as he’d like, or as long.  But better than nothing.  

“That’s the way,” said Gargan.  “And five gold pieces for you if you complete my request, payable upon return.”

“I understand,” said Justin.

At that moment, a clock chimed behind the counter, and Gargan swore.

“I’m late for the daily deliveries,” he muttered.  “Daughter, mind the shop until I return. The cart’s already loaded, so I’ll depart immediately. I’m due at the outer farmsteads today, so it will be two hours until I return.  Be a good girl.”

“Yes, father!” said Cindy, in a sweet, innocent voice.

Gargan nodded at Justin.  “Good luck,” he said.

Justin nodded back.

And then Gargan had left the shop, the door clattering shut behind him.

Justin could have just left then, and started his new quest, but…

He stepped over to the front door of the shop, and locked it, from the inside.  Then he pulled down the shades over the windows.

“Sir?” asked Cindy, in a nervous voice.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” said Justin.  “You’re just too cute, and I could use the XP.  Why don’t you take off that dress and make it easy for me?”

Cindy’s eyes widened in alarm.  She stepped back, and raised her own rolling pin.

The battle theme began to play, and a name-plate appeared above Cindy’s head: “Cindy, the Baker’s Rape-Bait Daughter”.

“Attack,” chose Jake, and he vaulted over the counter, attempting to strike Cindy’s large tits with his rolling pin.

But Cindy brought her own pin up.

PARRY.

And then it was Cindy’s turn, and she jabbed Justin in the belly with the end of her pin.

The number “3” appeared in Justin’s vision.  He had lost 3 of his 15 hit points. 

And, also, it *hurt*.

“Why are you doing this?” gasped Cindy.

“You don’t know it, but your destiny is to be raped,” said Justin.  “I need to violate you to save your world.”

“Please, don’t!” wailed Cindy.  She turned slightly to back away.

“Attack,” chose Justin , and this time he was successful in delivering a hard swat to Cindy’s cute little ass with the rolling pin.

RESISTANCE: 8 / 10

“Ow!” wailed Cindy, and flailed with her weapon.  It caught Jake on the knee, and the number “2” came up.  Jake was down to 10 HP.

Justin did the maths, and it was clear that if they continued trading blows at the same rate, Cindy might defeat him – a humiliating outcome, and with unclear consequences for his quest from Cindy’s father.

It was time to try his new skill.

“Imagine Rape!” he declared, pointing at Cindy.

Immediately Cindy’s cute mouth dropped open, and her face flushed.  She made a mewl of horror and despair, and her legs parted slightly.  The hand holding her rolling pin fell to her side.

Justin knew that Cindy was imagining what it would feel like to have Justin slap her and force his cock into her pussy.  She was simultaneously horrified by it, but also – in line with the secret destiny of all women in this world, apparently – becoming shamefully aroused by it.  

Justin also knew that he had very little time before she recovered.

Quickly, he stepped forward and pulled the rolling pin out of her hand.  Her hand was limp, and it came away easily.  Then he grabbed the front of her bodice, and pulled it down, exposing her perfect, round tits to his gaze.

He next went to pull at her skirt – but suddenly Cindy’s eyes focused.

“What was that?” she shrieked.  “What did you do?”

She slapped at him, with her now empty hand, and caught him on the shoulder.  The number “1” appeared in Justin’s vision.

Justin knew he should hit her with the rolling pin, but the site of her tits had enraptured him, and suddenly he just *had* to see her pussy as well.  So he chose to attack with his free hand, grabbing at her dress.

He was successful.  He grabbed her skirt, and pulled hard, and it ripped away from her body.  And, just as she hadn’t been wearing a bra, she was also free from panties.  Her perfectly shaved cunt came into view, and Justin could see wetness glistening on her inner lips.

RESISTANCE: 7 /10
ASHAMED

And indeed, Cindy, was blushing bright red, and trying to cover both her tits and her pussy with her hands.

“Go away,” she wailed.  “Please don’t do this.  I’m a virgin.”

She tried to flail at him with one hand.

SHAME FUMBLE.  THE BAKER’S RAPE-BAIT DAUGHTER MISSES YOU.

Justin loved these “shame fumbles”.  Apparently undressing a girl caused a significant debuff to their attack capabilities.

“Attack,” he chose.

And just as had happened when he attacked Rachel after her shame fumble, Justin felt a surge of sudden power, as he lunged forward with the rolling pin.

CRITICAL HIT.

The end of the rolling pin made contact with Cindy’s cunt, just as she shifted slightly so as to spread her legs – and, defying all odds, the rolling pin slipped *inside* her, sliding smoothly between her cunt lips and pushing up into her virginal fuckhole, until a third of the rolling pin was inside her.

Her eyes widened with shock, pain, pleasure and horror.

RESISTANCE: 1/10
ASHAMED

Six damage from a single strike!  And the rolling pin was still lodged in her pussy!

She slapped at him, and with his hand still on the wooden pin that was up her twat, he couldn’t defend.  The number “2” appeared in his vision.  Down to 7 HP.

He looked at her – and then reached out and grabbed her left nipple.  She squealed as he pinched it – but then gasped as he *pulled* on it, hard, while pushing the rolling pin deeper into her fuckhole.

It was the final blow.

RESISTANCE 0/10.

FINISH HER.

He pulled the rolling pin out of her pussy, and then spun her around, bending her over the counter.  Her large tits were crushed into the dough she had been kneading, sending a puff of white flour into the air.  

“No, no,” she wailed.

Justin ignored her, took out his cock, and slid it into her wet, virginal cunt.

“This is what you were born for,” he told her.  “You feel so good.  Be a good girl and let me rape you.”

She began to cry, but her hips were already betraying her, beginning to buck against his cock, and her pussy muscles were squeezing his dick eagerly.

He slapped her ass with his hand, making her grasp, and then took hold of her hips and began to fuck her, hard, with enough force that her tits dragged back and forth through the half-prepared dough.

“You’re not on any kind of birth control, are you?” he asked her.  “Don’t you think you’ll look cute with a baby inside you?”

It made her cry even harder.  Justin honestly had no idea if he even *could* impregnate women in this world.  Maybe only with a special skill?  He didn’t know.

And then, his orgasm was upon him, and he was cumming inside Cindy, shooting his sperm up into her unprotected womb, and he felt her shudder with her own rape-orgasm in response.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL
10 XP GAINED!
20 XP UNTIL NEXT LEVEL

She was worth twice as much as the stable girl, apparently.  Had she been twice as fun to rape?  Perhaps not, but satisfying all the same.

When he pulled out of her, she sank to her knees, still sobbing.  He grabbed her hair and pulled, guiding her face to his cock, caressing her cheek with his free hand.

“Clean me off with your mouth, slut,” he told her.  “And then we have two hours till your father returns, so I think we probably have time to grind you a little…”

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