Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 5

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Tit-Beating Revolution!  A Rhythm Minigame in a Rape RPG??

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four

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It occurred to Justin, as he felt his cock hardening again, that there was no “stamina” system in Hero’s Destiny – and thus no such system in this world.

What had Irene called the world?  Tharbrand, he remembered.  But of course that’s not how the *players* would refer to it, if this were a game.  The world of Hero’s Destiny had been called Alatria, but of course everyone just knew it as “Hero’s Destiny”.

So this world may technically be called Tharbrand, but from the point of view of a gamer like Justin, it would be…

… Rape World, he supposed.  Hardly a name that the locals would embrace, but now that Justin had thought of it, he found it hard to dismiss.  Already he was thinking of this place, with its strange, video-gamey laws as “Rape World”.

And the fact that Rape World had no stamina system was great, because it meant that Justin could fuck again, and again, and again, without experiencing the fatigue, loss of libido or – frankly – the chafing that he might have been subject to in reality.  He had fucked Rachel three times that morning, and he was about to take Cindy for a second time, and he felt as energetic and eager to go as he had before he had first raped the stable-girl.

He eyed up the baker’s daughter.  She was teary-eyed, already nude, and had been disarmed of her rolling pin.  She should be easy to rape.

On the other hand, Justin’s HP had been reduced to only seven in their last encounter.  If she got a lucky strike, she could knock him out – and that could lead to even more severe consequences if the baker came home to find Justin in his shop.

How did players heal in Hero’s Destiny?  They got a full heal when they levelled up.  And there were healing spells.  And magic fountains.  But otherwise…

Justin’s eye fell on the sweet rolls that were stacked in trays behind the shop counter.  He picked one up, and took an eager bite from it, then another, until the roll was fully consumed.

+3 HP!

Excellent.  Eating food was a slow way to heal – unless the meal was exceptional or magical, it only gave a few HP at a time – but he was surrounded by bread, and it was effectively free.  If this world was like Hero’s Destiny, then shopkeepers never noticed that you’d stolen from them unless you were in their line of sight when you stole – even if you later tried to sell their own wares back to them!

He devoured another roll.

+3 HP!

He was back on 13 HP now.  But Jake realised there was a limit to this plan.  Rape World may not have a stamina metre, but it DID have a hunger metre, stopping you from spamming food-based heals.  Jake could feel his stomach filling – and as soon as he thought about it, stats appeared in his vision.

HUNGER 50%

He had consumed two rolls.  He could consume two more.

But he didn’t need to.  His maximum HP at level 2 was only 15.  13 was good enough.  He could save his hunger in case he took more damage.

While he was thinking about it, he picked up some more rolls for later – and then realised he had nowhere to store them.  Would they fit in his pockets?  

He almost slapped himself when he remembered.  Hero’s Destiny characters didn’t use “pockets” or “bags”.  They simply had an “inventory”.

He looked at the rolls in his hands, and willed them into his inventory.

They vanished.

And when he concentrated, he could now bring up a floating grid, with about 60 spaces in it, in ten rows of six.  The rolls were visible, each occupying a space.  So was the cum-filled tart the baker had given him.  (He’d wondered where that had gone.)  The tart had a little golden border around it, which he knew from Hero’s Destiny denoted that it was a quest item – impossible to sell, drop or lose until it was used for its intended purpose.

While he was here, he collected the baker’s daughter’s clothes, and her rolling pin, and put them in the inventory as well.  Then he added another ten rolls.  Who knew how many he would need?

Cindy was distressed as she saw her clothes vanishing.  “Please,” she begged.  “I need those.”

“No, you don’t,” he told her.  “If your daddy won’t buy you more, you can just offer to fuck a man in return for a new dress.  Now get up – I’m going to rape you again.”

She wouldn’t get up, so he dragged her to her feet.  The battle music began to play again.

CINDY, THE BAKER’S RAPE BAIT DAUGHTER

RESISTANCE 10/10

ASHAMED

Justin had regained the mana he had spent during the first combat by successfully raping Cindy, so he opened with the “Imagine Rape” spell again.  Cindy’s eyes lost focus as her mind was filled with images of her own impending violation – and while she was distracted, Justin grabbed her boobs, and brought his rolling pin down on them as hard as he could – once, and then twice.

She screamed.

RESISTANCE: 7/10.

RESISTANCE: 4/10.

She clawed at him with her hands, and succeeded in scratching Jake down his left arm – for a single point of damage.

Jake responded by slapping her face.

RESISTANCE: 2/10.

She tried to scratch him again, but she was trying to protect her exposed tits at the same time, and failed to do a good job of either.

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

He responded by thumping her ass with the rolling pin.

RESISTANCE: 0/10

FINISH HER.

Justin pushed the pretty blonde baker’s daughter to the ground, and pushed his cock into her mouth when she opened it to gasp.  He had learned that the way to maximise XP from grinding the same victim was to violate her a different way each time.  He had raped her cunt before – this time he would use her mouth.

She was a surprisingly good cocksucker for such an innocent-seeming girl, and Jake barely had to control her head at all to get her to bring him to a satisfying orgasm.  As he began pumping his cum down her throat, he reached down to pinch her nose shut.

“Swallow,” he told her.  “There’s a good girl.”

Cindy swallowed convulsively until Jake was done cumming into her, and she gasped for air when he finally let go of her nose and pulled his cock out.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL!

NEW DEGRADATION PERFORMED!

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

7 XP GAINED!

13 XP TO NEXT LEVEL!

Less XP than when he had first raped her, but more than he would have gotten from using her cunt again.

Cindy looked so confused that Justin almost laughed.

“Did you just cum?” he asked her.  “Did you cum from having your face raped?”

She didn’t answer, just blushed, but that gave Justin the answer.  The poor girl didn’t know that all women in this world were fated to become wet when they were abused, and orgasm from rape, even if their cunt wasn’t involved.  She thought it was just her – that she was a particularly wanton slut.

Justin chose not to disabuse her of the notion.  He felt his cock hardening again, and he decided he had time to grind Cindy once more.

“Come on, stand up,” he told her.  “We’re going to do this again.”

She pleaded and begged for him not to, but soon she was standing.  Again, Justin opened with his spell, knowing that he would get the points to cast it back upon victory, and while she was spacing out he stuffed his rolling pin up her fuckhole and slapped her face.  Two slaps later – one to her tits and one to her ass – and she was once again defeated, and Justin had only suffered a further two points of damage.

He ate another roll, fully healing the damage of both combats.  And then he sat on the shop counter.

“Come over here and jack me off with your tits,” he told her.  “I want to see if that counts as a new degradation.”

Cindy didn’t have any idea what he was talking about – either in terms of giving him a titjob, or in terms of a “new degradation” – and so he showed her how to wrap her large fuckmelons around his cock and use them to slowly jack him off.

In due course, he felt his orgasm hit, and he happily spurted his semen across Cindy’s beautiful, innocent face and her large breasts.

And sure enough…

RAPE SUCCESSFUL!

NEW DEGRADATION PERFORMED!

YOU HAVE NOW USED THIS BITCH 3 (THREE) WAYS!

6 XP GAINED!

7 XP TO NEXT LEVEL!

Diminishing returns on new degradations, too, it seemed.

He assessed where he was at.  He had hoped that a fourth rape of Cindy might take him to the next level, but it seemed like it would require at least two, assuming he “used” her a different way each time.  And he didn’t know when the baker would return, but Justin was probably pushing his luck in remaining here.

“Thank you, Cindy,” he told her, pulling up his pants.  “You’ve been extremely fun to fuck.  I suggest that you clean my cum off before your father returns.  And when he asks where your clothes are, maybe just tell him that you threw them in the garbage because you’re a slut.”

And with that, he left the baker’s shop.

His destination was the house of Sue-Ellen the Washer-Woman, and as he had expected, it was the rough cottage that he had seen earlier, where the attractive buxom woman had been hanging out laundry.  

The woman was gone now – possibly inside the cottage – but on a post near the place where she had been sat a fat, brown toad.

Justin furrowed his brow.  “Dorian?” he asked.

“Have you recently made the acquaintance of any *other* talking amphibians?” replied the toad archly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“It is my suspicion that you will shortly encounter a new mechanic of this world,” said the toad.  “I stand ready to answer whatever inane question you have about how it works.”

“Where’s Cuntblossom?” Justin asked.  “Or – her other name – Amy, was it?”

The toad sniffed.  “Do not assume I am bound to that trollop, simply because you first encountered me in her presence,” he said.  “Presently Amy is in her lodgings on the south end of town, bathing naked in a tub of warm water, while unbeknownst to her, her brother watches her through a hole in the wall and masturbates.”  The toad made a kind of all-body shiver.  “A complicated relationship, those two have.”

It sounded like there was definitely a story there. 

“Well – what is this mechanic?” asked Justin.

Dorian rolled his eyes.  “Just go forth and encounter it,” he said.  “I refuse to discuss such a thing in the hypothetical.”

Shrugging, Justin walked forward towards the small cottage.  He paused at the door and considered knocking – but then remembered that Sue-Ellen would have no good reason to see him, so he instead simply pushed the door open and stepped inside.

AMBUSH!

THE BITCHY WASHER-WOMAN ATTACKS!

3 DAMAGE!

“Fuck!” Justin swore, reeling.   The battle music was playing.

Sue-Ellen had been standing beside the door, waiting for him to enter, holding a heavy cast-iron skillet – which she had just brought down over Justin’s head.

“I knew you were coming, you dickless fuckwit,” she spat, a cruel smile on her face.  “I knew it when I saw you take the quest off the noticeboard, the one that that scrofulous rat Gargan posted.  What’s he paying you with?  His poxy pies?  His shitty rolls?”

Actually the baker’s rolls had been quite tasty, but he wasn’t here to argue with this woman.  

He sized her up.  She was wearing a simple peasant dress, low cut at the front to show off most of her impressive cleavage.  Her red hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and action and excitement had given a blush to her freckled face that seemed almost sexual.  Justin could feel his cock hardening again.

“Imagine Rape!” he incanted, and Sue-Ellen temporarily went slack, as she pictured Justin choking her with one hand as he forced his dick into her cunt and raped her.

Justin took the opportunity to rip the front of her dress, exposing her prodigious tits, hoping to get the benefits of the “ASHAMED” debuff.  But as her breasts came into view…

THE BITCHY WASHER-WOMAN IS IMMUNE TO TIT SHAME.

“Fuck,” said Justin again.  It seemed that not every woman was reduced to uselessness when her breasts were in view. 

Sue-Ellen hadn’t recovered from the spell yet, and it seemed Justin could take one more action.  He thought about trying to remove the skillet from her hand, but he remembered that in Hero’s Destiny, disarm actions had a very low chance to succeed unless you purchased some specific skills to assist you.  He had gotten lucky with Cindy and her rolling pin.  He didn’t think he should press his luck again.

So instead he struck at her breasts with his rolling pin.

EXPOSED WEAK POINT!  DOUBLE DAMAGE!

RESISTANCE: 4/10

A weak point?  Did all women have such a weak point, or only some?  He noted that word “exposed”, and guessed that he probably wouldn’t have received the damage bonus if he hadn’t pulled down her dress first.

The blow to her breasts brought Sue-Ellen back to reality.  Her mouth opened in a slutty “O” that was half pain and half lust.  There was fear in her eyes now.  She realised that she was actually going to be raped if she lost.

“What’s wrong, you limp-dicked piss-stain?” she snarled.  “Tired of licking your father’s salty shit-pit and decided to get your ass beat by a woman?”

Justin was shocked by the mouth on this big-titted bitch.  Hero’s Destiny would never have featured such explicit swearing.  

“You’ll see just how limp-dicked I am soon, cunt,” he replied.  “I’m going to make you regret insulting the baker – and regret insulting me.”

The washer-woman’s response was to clobber Justin on the shoulder with her skillet.  Four damage.  Justin was down to only 6 HP.  He needed to finish this fast.

Which was exactly what he intended to do.  He swung his rolling pin at her fat tits.

PARRY.

“Fuck!” Justin swore, as his pin struck her skillet.

The washer-woman made a mocking face.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she sung in a falsetto tone.  “Is that the only word your idiot brain knows, you little dog-fucking turd?  Is that what your mammy taught you to sing as she sucked your noodle for you?”

And she followed it up with another blow from her skillet.  Three damage.  Justin had only 3 HP left.

Justin said nothing.  He merely swung at her tits – and this time his blow connected.

EXPOSED WEAK POINT!  DOUBLE DAMAGE!

RESISTANCE: 0/10

COMPLETE YOUR QUEST!

That was different.  Normally it said “FINISH HER”.  But Justin realised that, instead of raping her, he had a special interaction to perform, as a result of accepting a quest.

She had dropped her skillet and was clutching her bruised tits, looking at him with an expression that was defiant, and yet scared.

Jake took the tart out of his inventory.

“You’re going to eat this,” he told her.  “It’s filled with Gargan’s cum.  It’s your punishment for mouthing off to him.”

“Like fuck I will!” objected the washer-woman.  “He can eat it himself, while he yanks on his pud, for all I care.  Did he give you that rolling pin?  Take care you wash your hands after using it, boy, it’s probably the one he fucks his ass with each night.”

Justin shook his head in incredulity.

“Very well,” he said.  “Then there’s something else I’ve been paid to do.”

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her across to the small dining table that lay against one wall of her cottage.  He pushed her to her knees in front of it, and then lifted her tits up and let them fall upon the surface of the table, supported by the wood.

Then he raised his rolling pin.

“We’re going to beat your tits until you cry, or until you cum,” he told her.

“And here we are,” said a voice, suddenly.

It was Dorian.  He had made his way inside, somehow, and was sitting on a window ledge.

“What do you mean?” asked Justin, his rolling pin still raised.

Dorian cleared his throat, and began to speak as if he were reading from a book.  “Throughout the world of Tharbrand, there are thirty big-titted bitches who are fated to be disciplined by a chosen hero.  It is said that whoever disciplines all thirty will be rewarded with a weapon of legend.  When you encounter one of these bitches, simply place their tits upon a beating table and equip a blunt weapon, and the Tit Discipline minigame will begin.”

“The Tit Discipline minigame?” repeated Justin.

“Are you simply repeating what I say, boy?” asked the toad.  “I absolutely agree that it is an absurd name for an absurd premise, but here we are.  Your ‘Hero’s Destiny’ game was apparently packed with these ‘minigames’, and when the sorceress Alyra worked her spell she seemed to think they were important to the underlying structure of the world.”

“How does it work?” asked Justin.

“I am told you will hear some music, and a line of pulsing pink hearts will appear in your vision, moving from right to left.  When the hearts pass over the centre of this floozy’s tits, strike her udders hard.  I am told if you are doing it correctly, your strikes will match the beat of the music.  You must reach a certain level of accuracy in order to break the bitch so that she will obey your commands.”

A rhythm game.  Justin could hardly believe it.

But he had played such things before.  He could do this.

He looked down at Sue-Ellen’s huge breasts.  And sure enough, as he did so, a song began to play.  It was bright, and boppy, and reasonably fast.

With the song came the scrolling hearts, appearing as if coming out of the wall to Jason’s right, and travelling in a line that passed across Sue-Ellen’s tits before vanishing out the door.

“It’s my guess your rhythm is as weak as your chin, you cockless cum-gargler,” offered Sue-Ellen.  “Do your worst.”

Justin took her invitation.  He raised his rolling pin, and began to beat her tits on the beat.

It was easy, really.  The song wasn’t particularly fast, and the beatbar wasn’t particularly surprising.  Justin wasn’t an expert at rhythm games, by any means, but he’d had some experience with them, and he found it easy to keep up with the staccato beat that the song demanded of him.

Honestly, the song was pretty catchy.

The minigame graded Justin by how precisely he hit each beat.  If he brought the pin down *precisely* as the heart passed the centre of Sue-Ellen’s tits, the washerwoman would make a horny gasp, and her body would twitch with lust.  But if he only *mostly* hit the beat, she would squeak with pain.

Justin didn’t manage to hit every note perfectly – and he missed two completely, when the song made a little unexpected stop-and-start after the second verse – but it seemed to be more than enough to satisfy the minigame.  Sue-Ellen started to cry after the song’s bridge – even as she was making horny gasps on most of Justin’s blows – and when he brought the pin down hard on the song’s final note, she visibly orgasmed.

It was no wonder she was crying.  He must have thumped her breasts nearly a hundred times, and he’d been making absolutely no effort to go easy on her.  Justin had no experience with beating a woman’s tits in real life, but it seemed to him that her titflesh should be black and blue by now – but instead it was only reddened, with a light purple tinge.  Part of the “game’s” design, no doubt.  A game where the protagonist severely damaged his female victims would be another genre entirely.

“Well done,” croaked Dorian the toad.  “You achieved an A Rank!  This bitch has been disciplined!”

Justin knelt down beside the crying woman.  “How are you feeling, bitch?” he asked her.  “Should I play again, and go for a triple-S rating?”

She shook her head energetically.  “No!” she begged.  “I’m sorry!  Please!  I’m sorry!  Don’t hit my tits anymore!  They hurt so much…”

“Strip naked,” he told her.

Sue-Ellen obediently pulled down her dress, and removed her panties, revealing a puffy wet cunt decorated with a short fuzz of red hair.

“Are you going to eat the baker’s tart now, slut?” he said.  He took the tart from his inventory and showed it to her.

She turned her head away from it, disgusted.  “I can’t… it’s full of his cum.  It’s too gross.  You can’t make me.”

“I absolutely can make you,” said Justin.  “I think I can get a much higher score on your tits if I try again.”

She made a choked noise of fear.  “All right,” she said.  “All right.”

He passed her the tart.  “Masturbate while you eat it,” he told her.

And he watched her finger her wet pussy as she pushed the cum-filled tart into her mouth, chewing and sucking her way through five loads of the baker’s sperm.  Some dripped out of her mouth onto her tits, but she swallowed most of it, while crying and rubbing her clit.

“Good bitch,” he told her when she was done.  

Then he picked up her panties, swiped them across her pussy to soak them with her cunt juices, and pushed them into her mouth as a gag.  He had no interest in kissing the mouth that had just eaten that tart.

And, with the washer-woman’s foul mouth appropriately plugged, he pushed her down on the ground, shoved his cock into her pussy, and raped her.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL

10 XP GAINED!

LEVEL UP!

72 XP UNTIL NEXT LEVEL!

“And from now on you’ll pay for your food at the baker’s by sucking his cock or letting him fuck you,” said Justin.  “Or I’ll be back to discipline you again.”

The baker hadn’t asked for that – but Justin thought he’d enjoy it all the same.  A fair trade for Justin raping his daughter, even if the baker would never learn of that.  And besides, wasn’t this Justin’s underlying job here?  To return the world to a realm of rape?

His quest had only just begun.

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