Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 12

or
I Want The Spell to Discipline My Witch!

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

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Upon entering the Sommerswyd Tavern, Justin went straight to the bar.

“Are you Tavernkeep Westen?” he asked the thin, moustached man who was polishing glasses behind the bar.

The man drew himself up to his full height.  “That I am, good sir,” he said.  “Can I sell you a tankard of ale?”

Justin opened his inventory and brought out the panties of the two sisters.  

“I’m here to claim the reward for your quest,” he said.

The tavernkeep’s eyes widened.

“You took these from the mayor’s daughters?” he asked.

“That and more,” said Justin.  “Does this meet with your satisfaction?”

“It does indeed,” laughed the tavernkeep.  “I’ll display them above the bar so all the town knows those bitches for the cunts that they are.”

QUEST COMPLETE!

REWARD: 5 GP

REWARD: 15 XP

79 XP TO NEXT LEVEL!

“Disgusting,” muttered Amy from behind him.

“What’s that?” asked Justin.

“He’s a pig,” said Amy.  “He put out a bounty on the underwear of women young enough to be his daughter.”

Her gaze was level, and the criticism in it was clear.  In her eyes, Justin was the greatest pig of all.

“Do you think there’s anyone in town who might be willing to post a quest to see you raped?” asked Justin.  “Do you think I’d be able to rape you, if there was a quest to do it?”

Amy blushed and looked away.  

“I don’t know, sir,” she said, the sarcasm in her voice only just beneath the surface.

“Master,” corrected Justin.  “Not sir.  Master.”

“Do you really think you deserve to be called master?” she asked.  “Are you an archmage?  Or a noble?”

“I didn’t realise you were so keen to show all these tavern patrons your cunt, Amy,” he said, and opened her inventory to undress her.

Her face flared with fury.  

“I’m sorry, master,” she said quickly.  “I’ll be good.”

“I doubt it,” said Justin – but he closed her inventory.  “I’m clearly going to have to find a better way to discipline you,” he added.

She said nothing, but her pout was all the response he needed.

He looked around the tavern, at its patrons.  They were a generic, undifferentiated lot, which didn’t surprise him.  He suspected he could find them here at any hour of the clock, no matter how early or late.  In Hero’s Destiny they wouldn’t even have individual names, and their role was solely to dispense information and rumours about the town and its surroundings.

He supposed that he should make an effort to gather that information before moving on to his next quest.

He made his way to a pair of ruddy-faced men in farmer’s clothes, who were drinking mead and laughing about some agricultural joke

“Hello, friends,” he said.

“Hello!” said one of the farmers jovially, looking up.  “You look like an adventurer!  Have you been to the next town over?  It’s called Gossard!”

“I haven’t yet,” said Justin cautiously.

“Well, it’s called Gossard!” said the man.  “And it’s the next town over!”

“Can you tell me more about it?” Justin asked.

“Well, the thing about it,” said the man, “is that it’s the next town over, and it’s called Gossard.”  He beamed, as if this were a deep insight.

Justin had to struggle not to laugh.  In Hero’s Destiny, people in locations such as taverns rarely had more than a single fact each to share – and it seemed to apply here just the same.  Did the man realise that he was repeating the same information?  Would he be able to hold normal conversations if Justin wasn’t present?  Presumably, as the “game” aspects had just been printed over the top of an existing, real world – this man hadn’t been created solely to dispense this information.  Likely he was being directed, right here and now, by the High Sorceress’ spell, in the same way that Amy had found herself compelled to run the Rape Shop and dress in its uniform.  

“Thank you,” he said to the man, and moved on to converse with the next patron of the tavern.

By the time he had done a full circle of the room, he had a handful of tidbits and rumours – exactly one per person he’d talked to.

“We’ve had no visitors from Gossard ever since those damn orcs camped on the road leading out of town.”

“That Battlemaiden’s a pretty one.  Someone should give her a raping!”

“I hear orcs are fond of ravishing human women.”

“They say there’s a new church in Gossard – one opposed to the rule of the High Sorceress!”

“Boss Hager once told me he owns a magic bullwhip.  I’d sure like to see that!”

Justin was glad he’d made the effort to gather information.  He already knew about the orcs and their taste for human women, from the quest he’d accepted from the quest board.  But the church in Gossard was new information – albeit not something he could act upon until he cleared the orcs off the road.

And a magic whip owned by someone named Boss Hager?  Where had he heard that name before?

His cock twitched as he remembered raping Rachel the Stable Girl.  She had said that she worked for someone called Boss Hager.  Was it the man who owned the stable?

He could investigate that soon.  First he had somewhere else to go.

“Come on, Amy,” he said.  “Back to the Rape Shop.  I have a new spell slot.”

“So is this my life now?” asked Amy, as she followed him out of the tavern.  “Just trailing around after you everywhere?”

He stopped in the street and looked at her.

“What was your life like previously?” he asked her.  “Was it good?”

She blushed – and said nothing.  

Justin had a pretty good idea that it had not, in fact, been good.  Living with her abusive brother, subsisting on fish from the river.  No one in town had shown signs of being friends with Amy, or liking her, and the mayor’s daughters had been actively cruel.

“Listen, Amy,” he said, “women in this world aren’t meant to be free, or in control of their lives.  But that doesn’t mean they can’t be happy.  You don’t have a choice about following me, or submitting to me, or obeying me – but you *could* learn to enjoy it.  You might even learn to like *me*.  That’s a choice that you *can* make for yourself.”

She made a sour expression.

“If I give you an honest response to that, are you going to punish me?” she said.

He rolled his eyes.

“Just think about it, okay?” he said.

And together they made their way back to the Rape Shop.

As soon as they arrived, Amy hurried to get behind the counter, taking up her role as shopkeep.

“Good morning, master,” she said, in a bright and only slightly sarcastic voice.  “My name is Cuntblossom.  How can I help you today?”

“Do you have any new spells?” he asked.

“No, master,” said Amy.  “Just the two that you didn’t buy on your last visit.”

Justin examined those two options again – “Cunt Pain” and “Show Arousal”.  He supposed if he wanted more options he would have to advance to new towns, which would presumably have new shops with more powerful spells.

As he examined them, he noticed that Amy’s expression became hopeful whenever he looked at “Show Arousal” and fearful whenever he looked at “Cunt Pain”.

It took him a moment to remember why.  On his last visit, he had tested his new spell on Amy after purchasing it.  She clearly had a preference for which spell might be tested on her.

He also remembered his promise to find a better way of disciplining Amy.

“I think I’d like to buy Cunt Pain,” he declared.

She looked like she wanted to swear.

“That will be two gold pieces, master,” she said.

He placed the coins on the counter and she took them.  He noted that they didn’t go to her inventory – he may control Amy, but he didn’t get the proceeds of the Rape Shop.

“The spell is yours, master,” said Amy.

“SPELL ACQUIRED!  ‘Cunt Pain’.  You now have zero unused spell slots.”

He entered Amy’s inventory and undressed her.  She squeaked as she became naked.

“Please,” said Amy.  “You don’t need to test that spell. You know what it does.”

“I absolutely do need to test it,” said Justin.  “In fact, I need to test it several times.”

Amy shook her head violently.  “No,” she begged.  “I know how it works. It’s incredibly painful – and in… that area.  It feels *wrong*.  Please don’t use it on me.”

“I’m going to give you a choice, Amy,” he said.  “I’m going to use it on you twice, no matter what you do.  I want to see how it works.  And after I’ve used it twice, you have the option to thank me for hurting you, and tell me you love me.  If you sound convincing, I’ll stop there, but if you don’t sound convincing I’ll zap you twice more.”

Amy stared at him in horror.  “No…” she breathed.

“Yes,” said Justin.  “This is for continually being a brat and testing me.  And it’s to help you.  It’s to give you practice in reorganising your mind, and accepting that you’re going to be hurt and controlled, and finding happiness anyway.  You just need to think really hard about how much you deserve this and how nice I am and how much you love me, okay?”

“You’re a monster,” said Amy.

“Talk like that will get you more zaps,” said Justin.  “But maybe a monster is what this world needs to save it.  Are you ready?”

“No,” said Amy.

“Cunt Pain,” said Justin.

Amy screamed and clutched her groin.  The spell cost two mana points per cast, and Justin could have easily cast it four times with his current pool, but of course testing it in the Rape Shop was free.

He waited until Amy began to un-tense, and then said again, “Cunt Pain”.

She screamed again, and this time she began to cry.  Her legs were shaking, and he wondered if she was trying to stop herself from losing control of her bladder.

By the time she was able to think about anything except the pain in her groin, she was wild-eyed, her face streaked with tears.  

She looked at Justin, and he could tell for a moment just how much she hated him.  But he could also see how desperate she was to avoid feeling that pain ever again.

“Th – th – thank you, master,” she stuttered.  “I deserved that.  I deserved that be- be- because I’ve been a… bitch and a brat.  I’ve been disobedient.  I deserved to be punished.  And – and I love you.  I love you so much, Master.”

Her lip trembled and he could see that she was genuinely trying to believe it, trying to tell herself that she *did* love him, so that he would believe it too, and not punish her more.

He stepped towards her and wrapped one arm around her naked waist.  With the other, he lifted her chin, tilting her face up towards him.

“Why do you love me, Amy?” he said.

“Because you know what I need, master,” she said.  “You know what I deserve.  You’re going to save the world, despite…despite bitches like me…”

He leaned forward and kissed her.  Her lips were warm and soft, and he could smell the salt of her tears.

“Good girl, Amy,” he said when the kiss was done.  “I love you too.  You don’t need any more punishment right now.”

She almost collapsed with relief.

“Thank you, master,” she babbled.  “Thank you.”

When she recovered, she would no doubt remember how she hated him.  Maybe hate him even more.  But he could deal with that later.  For now, her submission was sweet and intoxicating, and he desperately wished he could fuck her.

That day would come.

His next task was to upgrade his weapon.  It was far past time for him to move on from a simple rolling pin.  And Boss Hager’s whip sounded intriguing.

It was time to return to the stables, and pay their master a visit.

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