Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 10

Or
Bitch Revenge!  The Cruel Sisters Framed!

Story by All These Roadworks.

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

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As Justin and Amy walked back through Sommerswyd, they got some looks – or more specifically, Amy did.

The few men walking in the street turned to stare at her.  Their gaze traced the hem of her skirt, where it largely failed to cover her ass, and ran along the bottom of her girlish top, where it was stretched so tight by her tits that it exposed her underboob.

Amy blushed a bright red that made her even prettier and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.  

Justin felt satisfied that he was performing well in his destined role to save this world by degrading, humiliating and raping its women.

They made their way to the rape shop, and as soon as they entered Amy went unprompted to stand behind the counter.

“I’m not buying anything,” Justin told her.  “Just grab your outfit.”

“It’s not me, it’s the shop,” said Amy, blushing.  “It wants me to be ready to serve you.  I can’t control it.”

Justin rolled his eyes.  He could see her sexy witch costume hanging from a hook next to her, so he grabbed it and added it to his inventory.

Amy looked at  him expectantly – and hopefully.

“No,” he told her.  “You’re staying in the sexy baby outfit for now.  If you’re a good girl you might get to wear something else later.”

Her expression changed to a sulky pout – which was even sexier.

“Come on,” he instructed her, and left the shop.

Their next stop was on main street, outside a large house.

“That’s the mayor’s house,” said Amy.  “What are we doing here?”

“I have a sidequest,” said Justin.  “I need a pair of panties from each of the mayor’s daughters.”

She wrinkled her nose.  “Kessa and Leedell?” she said.  “They’re bitches.”

“So I’m told,” said Justin.  “But what do you have against them?”

“They think they’re special just because their father’s the mayor,” said Amy.  “They look down their noses at anyone poorer than me.  They call me names…”

And then she trailed off, realising what was about to happen.

But it was too late.  Justin smiled.

“What names, Amy?” he asked.

She bit her lip and glared daggers at him.

“Do you remember how not being honest worked out for you last time?” asked Justin.  “You should just tell me.  Or else I can go buy a couple of wine bottles and equip them to your cunt and ass and walk you around naked.”

“I hate you,” she said.

“I know,” he said.  “What did they call you?”

“River pig,” she said.  “Because we lived by the river.  And ‘hut slut’.  And ‘stink-cunt’.  And… and ‘brother-fucker’.”

“Well, that last one is kind of true, isn’t it, Amy?” he asked.

She pouted.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he said.  “Is it true, or isn’t it?”

“He’s only my *step* brother,” objected Amy.  “And I only… sucked him.”

Justin frowned.

“Say, ‘Yes, master, I’m a brother-fucker’,” he told her, “or I’ll have to get creative.”

She pouted more, and stamped her foot.

He waited.

“Yes, master,” she said, in a small voice.  “I’m a brother-fucker.”

“Good girl,” he said.  “Now, let’s see about getting revenge on these bitches.  I don’t like them calling my pet witch-slut a river pig or a stink-cunt.  You’re far too pretty for that.”

The look of shock on her face at the unexpected compliment was too cute.  Justin made a mental note to keep surprising her like that.

“Are you going to rape them?” asked Amy.

“I’d love to,” said Justin, “but there are two of them, and their father is the mayor, and I’m not entirely sure I can take them both at once, even with you helping.  I had something else in mind.”

He looked up and down the street, searching for someone – and sure enough, there was Rose, the Battle-Maiden, engaging in her standard patrol.

He pointed the pretty blonde knight out to Amy.

“Go and talk to her,” he said.

“What about?” asked Amy.

“Anything,” he said.  “The important thing is that she sees you wearing that outfit and remembers it.  Bounce your tits for her and pull on your pigtails.”

Amy glared at him again, but went to do as she was told.  Justin hung back, not wanting to draw the Battle-Maiden’s attention after his disastrous fight against her on his first day.

Amy and the Battle-Maiden chatted a while, and Amy did indeed tug on her pigtails a little, and bounced slightly on her feet to make her breast jiggle.  Then she ran back to join him.

“Okay,” she said.  “What did that accomplish?”

He ignored her question and said, “Your next task is to get those two girls – what did you call them?  Kessa and Leedell?  Get them to come out of their house, and then distract them for a while.”

“Do I have to?” pouted Amy.  “They’re not going to want to talk to me.”

“Yes, they will,” said Justin.  “Dressed like that, they won’t be able to resist.”

Amy had to concede his point.

Justin pointed at an alleyway near the house.  “Try and lead them around there,” he said.

Amy scampered off to do as she was told, and Justin headed for the alleyway, where he found a concealed spot.

STEALTH ENGAGED.

Soon Amy returned with the two daughters of the mayor.  As Justin had guessed, they were the girls he had seen in the street yesterday.  They had willowy, attractive bodies, long dirty-blonde hair, and they wore light, expensive gowns that emphasised their femininity.

“What do you want, river pig?” laughed the oldest girl, who seemed maybe 19 or 20.  “A handout to buy yourself something to stuff your cunt with?”

“She was probably looking for our daddy,” said the youngest, clearly only just 18.  “Look at how the beggar-slut is dressed.  She misses her own daddy and wants ours to stick his dick in her.”

They both laughed.

“You’re right, Leedell,” said the eldest.  “It makes sense a brother-fucker would be a daddy-fucker too.”

“I bet she wants to get pregnant and breed us a disgusting river-pig half-sister,” said the youngest.  “Poor trollops like her have a natural instinct to get pregnant at all costs, you know, so they can shit out litters of extra little beggar-sluts just like them.”

They laughed again.

Justin crept forward.  The girls had their backs to them.  Amy, thankfully, either didn’t see Justin, or did a perfect job of not looking at him.

PICKPOCKET.

He was in Leedell’s inventory.  She was carrying a small purse full of money – but that wasn’t why he was here.

 He didn’t intend to *take* anything.

Instead, he took Amy’s witch costume from his own inventory and placed it in Leedell’s.  Then he ended the pickpocket.

No one reacted.  No one had noticed.

He took a deep breath.

“Look at how she has a little baby teddy bear,” the eldest – Kessa – was saying.  “Do you think she *humps* it at night?”

“I bet she does,” said Leedell.  “I bet she humps it while she thinks about fucking her brother.”

Justin targeted Kessa now.

PICKPOCKET.

This one was a little trickier.  While keeping Kessa’s inventory open, Justin now also opened Amy’s equipment screen.

Quickly, he unequipped Amy’s too-tight baby dress – and then immediately placed it in Kessa’s inventory, and closed both windows.

Kessa jumped, as Amy suddenly became nude in front of her.  Amy jumped too – and blushed.

“By the heavenly powers!” Kessa exclaimed.  “What happened to your clothes, river-pig?”

“Ew, she’s showing us her *cunt*, Kessa!” whined Leedell.  “Make her stop!”

Justin stood, and quickly walked out of the alleyway.  The mayor’s daughters didn’t notice him – but Amy did.  She quickly hurried after him, followed by the taunting jeers of the girls.

“What was that about?” asked Amy.  “Can I have some clothes now?”

Justin ignored her, and instead walked straight up to the Battle-Maiden.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said.  “There’s been a crime – a serious crime.”

Rose looked at him.  “Haven’t we met before?” she asked him.

He ignored that question too, and said, “My friend here has been raped and stolen from.”  He pointed at Amy.

Rose’s eyes widened as she saw Amy’s nude body.  “Who did this?” she asked.

Justin pointed at the mayor’s house.  “The girls who live in that house.  They ambushed my friend in an alleyway.  The older one said, ‘We’re not wearing any panties.  Give us yours.’  My friend refused, of course – so they pushed her down, and made her lick the younger one’s pussy.  Then they stole all her clothes – including a spare set she was carrying – and they put her panties on, and they laughed at her while she was naked.”

Rose’s eyes narrowed.  “Is this true?” she said, facing Amy.

It didn’t take a lot of intelligence for Amy to know what to say.  

“Yes, miss,” she said.  “It was horrible.  They were so mean.”

Rose shook her head.  “I had heard those girls were bitches, but had never expected… this is terrible.  Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

She strode towards the mayor’s house, and intercepted Kessa and Leedell as they emerged from the alleyway.

“Ladies,” said Rose.  “I’m afraid a very serious allegation has been made against you, and I am going to have to search your inventories for stolen goods.”

“What?” said Kessa, outraged.  “An allegation?  By who?  That river-pig over there?  What did she say?  That we called her names?”

“She suggests that you robbed her and committed sexual assault,” said Rose, in a slow, serious voice.

Kess went red.  “That lying wench!” she squealed.  “We did no such thing!  I demand that you… that you *discipline* her, at once!”

“This should be a simple matter to resolve,” said Rose, “if you’ll just open your inventory for me.”

“Fine!” said Kessa.  “We didn’t *steal* anything from her.  See for yourself.”

There was a brief moment of silence.  Justin realised that Rose was looking in their inventories – which, of course, were not physical spaces, but menus.

And then a moment later, Rose was holding Amy’s pink dress in one hand, and her witch uniform in the other.

“Would you care to explain why you are in possession of these, ladies?” she said.

Kessa and Leedell stared at the clothes.

“We weren’t…” said Kessa.

“We didn’t…” said Leedell.

“If you didn’t rape and rob this woman,” said Rose, “why are her clothes in your inventory?”

“But…” said Kessa.

“I don’t understand…” said Leedell.

“They took her panties too,” said Justin, helpfully.

“Ladies, I’ll have to ask you to remove your underwear,” said Rose.

“But they’re *ours*!” wailed Leedell.

“Given what I’ve just discovered, you’ll have to forgive my skepticism,” said Rose.  “Your panties, please, ladies.”

“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Kessa, with a flash of defiance.

“Ladies,” said Rose, “I have been charged by the Holy Order of Alyra to bring safety and justice to all within the bann of the Shrine of Gloriel, and if you do not submit to my judgement then you will be cast from the grace of Alyra, which will begin with your public scourging before your village.”

The girls’ faces paled, and they hurried to reach beneath their skirts and draw their delicate cotton panties down to their ankles.

At that point the front door of the mayor’s house opened, and a tall well-dressed man with a pointed and well-groomed short grey beard emerged.  Justin didn’t need to look at Amy’s face to guess that this was the mayor.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

“Mayor Cardwyd,” said Rose, “I regret to inform you that your daughters have been charged with the robbery and rape of a local girl.  The girl’s clothes and panties were found in their inventories, so at this stage it is looking very likely that they are guilty.”

The mayor’s face went red.

“Kessa!  Leedell!” he exploded.  “How could you?  I thought you were done with this… perverted foolishness, after that business with the servant girl!”

Justin’s eyes widened.  His plan to accuse them of rape had been random – but it seemed the girls really did have a history of sexual harassment.

“You believe it is likely that they are guilty, then?” asked Rose.

The mayor sighed.  “It’s almost certainly true,” he said.

“Daddy!” squealed Leedell, outraged.

“I warned you what would happen if you did this again after I caught you playing with that poor housemaid’s pussy,” said the mayor.  “I specifically warned you, Leedell.”

“Then, under the circumstances,” said Rose, “I find these girls guilty of robbery and rape.”

“We didn’t *do* anything!” wailed Kessa.

“Shush, Kessa,” said the mayor, his face still angry.  “You’ve done enough.”  He looked at Rose.  “What will be their punishment?”

“There are two options,” said Rose.  “The first is I can take them to the capital for imprisonment, for a period of not less than three years, with daily punishment, and correction.”

The mayor shook his head sadly.  “Oh, girls,” he sighed.  “You stupid little sluts.”  He took a deep breath, and then said, “What is the other option?”

“Well,” said Rose, “the matter could be dropped if the victim receives restitution in kind.”

“I could pay her,” said the mayor.

“She doesn’t want money,” said Justin quickly.  He could see where this was going.

“Then…” said the mayor.

“The crime was rape, and the robbery of clothes,” said Rose.  “I suppose the matter would be resolved if the girls were to give the victim their clothes and… submit to her sexual demands.”

Everyone looked at Amy.

Amy looked at Justin.  “I’m not a lesbian,” she hissed in a stage whisper.  “Or a rapist.”

“You’ll be what I want you to be,” Justin warned her.  

But he turned to Rose.

“Can she appoint a proxy?” he said.

“I don’t see why not,” said Rose.

“Then I’ll rape them,” said Justin.  “In the interests of justice.”  He smiled.  “Unless they want three years in prison?”

He only needed to look at their faces to know that they did not.

Of course, they didn’t want to be raped, either.

Which would make it that much more fun.

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