Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 7

or
Twilight Struggle With the Witch!

Previous chapters:
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When night fell in Hero’s Destiny, it was a sign that it was time to find an Icon of Remembrance, and save your game.  Justin could only assume that things in Rape World worked the same way.

The Icons in Hero’s Destiny took the form of a statue, about eight feet tall, of a beautiful robed woman.  Had he seen anything like that in town?

No – but thus far he had only been along the main street of town.  In Hero’s Destiny, the Icons were often placed at the town exits, so you could make use of them before setting out into the dangerous overworld.

Justin hurried down the main street of Sommerswyd in the lengthening shadows of twilight.  The Battlemaiden was still patrolling – did she never sleep?  Possibly not, in a world shaped by a videogame.

As Justin reached the edge of town, he saw it – a small hill, set a way back from the town gates, with a small cottage atop it, and a statue in its courtyard.  The statue was of a buxom, nude woman, with one hand buried in her wet cunt and the other squeezing her large tits.  A locked collar was around her neck and her mouth was open in an O of arousal.

Justin had no doubt this was Rape World’s version of an icon.

As he approached, though, he saw a shape moving in the bushes.  Justin immediately became wary.  He brandished his rolling pin – feeling somewhat foolish that it wasn’t a real sword – and watched for more movement.

There it was – there was definitely someone hiding in that bush.

“Who’s there?” he called.

There was no answer, in the still darkness.

“I know you’re there,” he said, as confidently as he could.

“Just go away,” replied a voice.

A familiar voice.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“It’s nothing to do with you,” said the voice.  “Just go do… your hero nonsense, or whatever.”

And now he was certain he knew the voice.  It was Amy – Cuntblossom – the shopkeeper from the Rape Shop.

“What are you doing there?” he asked.

“Hiding from my mongrel of a brother,” she said.  “Run along.  It’s not your business.”

Justin inched closer.  She was crouched in the bush.  Her fancy costume from the Rape Shop was gone.  Instead she was wearing only a simple tunic – and it appeared to be ripped.

“Why are you hiding from him?” asked Justin.

“What part of ‘it’s not your business’ don’t you understand?” spat Amy.  “I’m not on duty at the stupid store.  I have nothing to do with you.”

Justin considered.  He could leave her here, as she wanted.  It would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

But… it also felt like a quest.  There was a story here, and in Hero’s Destiny every story was ultimately the protagonist’s business.  Every story, everywhere, existed only so that he hero could intervene in it.

And – perhaps more importantly – this wasn’t supposed to be a gentlemanly world.  It was supposed to be a world where women were mistreated and abused, and if Justin didn’t take action to restore that state of affairs, the whole world might be destroyed.

Besides, Amy was *cute*.  And very rapeable.

Making his decision, Justin leapt forward and grabbed Amy’s blonde hair, using it to drag her from the bush.  She shrieked, and clawed at his hands, until he was forced to let go – and then the battle music began.

AMY, CUNTBLOSSOM WITCH

Justin hesitated.  Witch?  She had been dressed as one at the Rape Shop, but he had thought it was just a costume…

And somehow she had won the initiative!  She was acting first!

“Lavender Spark,” she muttered – and a flash of purple lightning leapt from her fingers towards Justin.

“Ow!” he cursed as it zapped him.  It made all the muscles in his arm go rigid, and he felt his legs spasm.

“4”, appeared in his vision.

Fuck.  He had forgotten he only had 9 HP when he started this fight.  And now he was down to 5.  He had made a terrible mistake, and now, if at all possible, he needed to escape from battle with this unexpectedly-talented vixen.

“Imagine Rape!” he yelled.  

It had worked on her back at the Rape Shop, and it worked again now.  She arched her back and made a strangled moan as she pushed her tits outwards.  Her hips began to buck slowly, rhythmically, against an invisible cock.

Seeing the pretty blonde girl like this made Justin want to rape her even more – but he couldn’t risk her casting more spells against him in his current state.  Instead, he made use of her incapacitation to hurry up the hill, towards the Icon.

He was only halfway there when he felt the spell wear off.

“I am so *sick* of this,” he heard Amy say.  “You wanted a fight?  I’ll give you a fight.”

Fuck.  She was following him.

Could he outrun her?  He didn’t know.  She was small, and thin.  Thin because she dieted?  Or thin because she was fit?  Did those ideas even make sense, in a videogame?  If she was higher level than him, it might be that she could outrun him regardless of what her body looked like.

What else could he do?  If he made it to the Icon, he might be able to save the game – which would reset the town back to its default state.  Would it teleport Amy back to her house, or wherever?  He didn’t know.

But also the Icon was still a fair distance away, and uphill.

There was something he could try though…  He ran towards the side of the path, which was lined with more of the same bushes where Amy had been hiding.

STEALTH ENGAGED.

Would Amy be able to see him, hiding amongst the bushes?  He didn’t know.  It would depend on a series of random numbers, multiplied by his Reflex score.  It was almost full dark now, and that would help.

All he could do for now was continue slowly creeping uphill, moving from bush to bush.

The combat music was still playing

He heard Amy run past him on the road.  

“Where are you, you bastard?” she growled.  Even her growl was less an intimidating rumble than an adorable kind of purr.  Justin once again had the suicidal urge to leap from the bushes and try to rape her.

Instead, he kept creeping uphill.  The icon was close now.

Amy moved up, until she was standing very close to the Icon.  She looked around.  Her eyes narrowed.

Justin inched closer…. Closer…

She was looking right at him.  She had spotted him.

Her mouth opened.  She was about to cast the electricity spell again.

There was nothing else for it.  Justin sprang to his feet and *charged* at her, hoping to knock her off balance before the spell went off.

Her eyes widened in surprise.  Then his lowered shoulder crashed into her small tits, pushing her whole torso backwards.

She staggered back, two steps, three – and her back connected with the Icon.

There was a sound like a huge bell, ringing once.

CONGRATULATIONS, said text in front of Justin’s vision.  YOU HAVE DRAGGED A RECRUITABLE BITCH TO THE ICON.  YOU MAY NOW ADD HER TO YOUR PARTY.

And then:

ADD HER NOW?  YES/NO

Justin didn’t really understand what had just happened.

“Yes,” he said, without thinking.

AMY, CUNTBLOSSOM WITCH

Level 1 Witchslut

HP: 12/12

Skills: Lavender Spark

Amy went very still.  Her mouth was still moving, though.

“What in Alyra’s name is this?” she demanded.

“You have been recruited,” said a dry voice – and, to Justin’s complete lack of surprise at this point, Dorian the Toad came hopping into the courtyard from the bushes.  “Something of an honour, really.”

Justin tried to recall if Hero’s Destiny had had a mechanism like this.  Dragging women to an Icon?  Not quite.  In the original game, certain characters followed you willingly, once you earned their approval, and once you took them to an Icon you could add them to your party, or swap them in and out once you had enough.  (The maximum party size was four, including the protagonist.)

“Wait,” said Justin.  “So she’s on my side now?”

“I certainly am not!” protested Amy.  “Why can’t I move?”

“You cannot move because the party leader hasn’t issued you any orders,” croaked Dorian.  “Which is just as well, otherwise I can see you would be acting quite the brat about this.”

“Orders?” asked Justin – but as soon as he said it, a “Party Orders” interface appeared in front of him.  He could order Amy to “follow”, “wait”, “free roam”, or “leave the party”.  

He thought about setting her to “follow”, but until he understood what was happening she was probably better right where she was.

When he backed out of that interface, he found a general “Party Management” interface.  It once again showed Amy’s level, hit points and skills.  When he inquired closer, it expanded to show her inventory – the same paper doll he had seen for Fuckflower.  He noted with a smile that in her pockets she had an adorable brown teddy-bear, along with a small bag of potpourri and – worryingly – a steel knife.

Her clothes were, as he had seen, just rags.  But…

With Fuckflower he had been unable to adjust her equipped items because he was pickpocketing, and his skill wasn’t advanced enough yet.  But he wasn’t pickpocketing now.  He was managing his party.

He took Amy’s tunic and moved it to his own inventory.

And just like that, Amy was nude except for a pair of cotton panties.  She shrieked.

Justin laughed.  “I like this,” he said.  He removed her panties as well, and now she was completely nude.  

“You may equip her as you choose,” croaked Dorian.  “As tempting as it may be to leave the little trollop nude, you will find she has very little combat utility without clothes.  However, in this ensorcelled world of Tharbrand, you may find costumes for her that are just as appealing, which nevertheless provide rather more combat protection.”

Justin thought of Hero’s Destiny.  Female characters could get fairly skimpy chain bikinis that somehow gave as much protection as plate armour.  If those options existed in the original game, then how much more strange and appealing might the possibilities be in a World of Rape?

“Can I.. fuck her?” asked Justin.

“Initiate rape combat against your own party members?” croaked Dorian.  “Of course not!  How would that even work?”  He made a burbling sound that might have been laughter.  “However, you can acquire skills for your companions, including ‘campfire’ skills, and some of those will train your companions to see to your… sexual needs, while camping.”

“What’s to stop me walking up to her right now and putting my cock into her?” asked Justin.

“Try it,” said Dorian.

Justin walked over to the immobile Amy.

“Don’t even think about it!” she warned.

He ignored her, and tried to grope her breast.

His hand slid off.  It was like there was an invisible forcefield there.

He moved his hand down and tried to squeeze her pussy.

Again, a forcefield.

“Fuck,” swore Justin.  He had gained control of the pretty little slut – and lost the ability to fuck her.

Amy laughed – but it was a brittle laugh.  She was still scared, and still embarrassed by her nudity.

“So what,” she said, “I’m just his slave now?”

“Slave?  Heavens no,” croaked Dorian.  He sounded outraged at the very thought.  “You’re a *party member*.  A completely different concept.  I concede that, yes, you are now bound to follow this young man around, a step behind him, and obey his valid commands.  And yes, he can dress you however he wants, and if he levels you up he can force you to perform sexual services upon him each night.  But you are by no means a *slave*.”

She narrowed her eyes.  “I don’t see the difference,” she said.

“That is because you are a very ill-educated young slut,” said Dorian, “and I dare say that, all things considered, you are scarcely more intelligent than a common cow.”

“How did this happen?” asked Justin.

“Well,” said Dorian, “she’s one of a number of special young sluts located throughout the world of Tharbrand who have the potential to accompany you on your journey.  Upon locating these harlots, all you have to do is drag them to an Icon to add them to your party.”

The toad coughed.  “You can only have three sluts accompanying you at once, of course.  But you can stash excess party members in your harem.”

“She was a shopkeeper,” said Justin.  “Is it… all shopkeepers I can recruit?  And trainers?”

The toad harrumphed.  “Why would you think that?  No.  Most shopkeepers and trainers *cannot* be recruited – and a good number of potential party members are neither!”

Justin shook his head.  He would puzzle through the secrets of this later.  As an experiment, he placed Amy’s tunic and panties back on her, and just like that, she was dressed again.

“Can I touch the Icon, and save – I mean, sleep?” asked Justin.  “It won’t reset Amy, or anything?”

“She will still be your party member after you conclude the day using the Icon,” assured Dorian.  “Go ahead.”

Amy glared at Justin.  “Just so you know,” she said.  “I *will* work out how to get free of this.  And I *will* make you pay.”

Justin looked at her.  “No,” he said.  “I don’t think you will.”

And with that, he touched the Icon, and ended the day.

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