Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 14

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Boss Battle!  Justin vs the Battlemaiden!

Previous chapters:
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Amy looked up at Justin from where she lay on the stable floor, cum dripping from her recently-raped snatch.

“Are you satisfied?” she asked, her eyes streaked with tears.

Justin gave the bullwhip he had seized from the stablemaster another crack.

“Yes, pretty satisfied,” he said.  

When he looked down at Amy again, he noticed her breasts were no longer exposed.  Her clothes had been repaired from the stablemaster’s attack, just as he predicted.  Cosmetic damage in Hero’s Destiny didn’t last past the end of a battle, and it appeared that Rapeworld was no different.

“So what?” said Amy, struggling to her feet.  “Are you just going to let everyone we meet rape me?”

“Just the men,” said Justin.  “Or at least, the men we end up fighting.  What are you complaining about?  It levelled you up.”

He was being flippant.  Of course Amy hated being raped.  Or at least, her mind did – her body was always ready and eager for violation, just as the body of every woman in this world was.  

“I don’t know being ‘levelled up’ means,” said Amy, “and I don’t want it, if that’s the price.”

Of course.  Amy couldn’t see the game text.

“You… get points when you’re raped,” Justin said.  “And when you get enough you get more powerful.  Didn’t you feel it just then?  You gained health and magical power, and you learned a new spell.”

“I felt… something,” Amy admitted.

“Your new spell is called Witch’s Blessing,” said Justin.  “What does it do?”

Amy paused – and briefly a flash of alarm passed across her face.  But it was gone as soon as it appeared.

“Oh,” she said.  “It’s, uh, not very good.  Don’t worry about it.”

Justin narrowed his eyes.

“Amy?” he said in a warning tone. “What does it *do*?”

“It’s just…” she began.  “It makes you a little better in combat.  Not much.  Not really worth your time.”

“It’s a buff spell,” he says.  “Makes sense.  Sometimes buffs are weak, I suppose.  What does it do, *specifically*?”

“It increases your luck,” she said.  “So – about a one-in-three additional chance of dodging attacks, or landing a critical hit.”

Justin did the maths.  “And it uses up your action to cast?  So assuming I’m the one being attacked each round, that should pay for itself in less than two rounds, or otherwise in three.  Or better if I can find a way to stack benefits on dodge or crits.  It lasts the whole combat?”

“Twelve rounds,” said Amy.  “Whatever ‘rounds’ are.”

“That’s actually pretty good, Amy,” he said.  “I think we’ll use that a lot.”

Amy shook her head vigorously.  “No,” she said.  “You’re better off just having me cast the other spell.”

“Amy,” said Justin, “I know you’re not stupid.  You can do the maths as well as I can.  Why don’t you want to cast this spell?”

She blushed, and looked down, and mumbled something.

“Amy, if I need to discipline you, I still have that spell,” said Justin.  “Shall I cast Cunt Pain?”

Amy flinched, and instinctively tried to protect her pussy.

“No, please,” she said.  “I mean, no, sir.”

“So tell me,” said Justin.

“I have to… kiss your cock,” said Amy, blushing furiously.  “Casting the spell requires kissing the end of your exposed cock.  That’s how I give the blessing.  Or if I cast it on myself I have to taste my own pussy – put my finger in it, and then lick my finger.”

Justin smiled broadly.  “Well, that sounds like a lot of fun.  I think we’ll *definitely* be casting this spell.”

Amy’s face twisted.  Justin could tell she wanted to swear at him or call him a name.

“Do you want to say something, Cuntblossom?” he asked.

“No, sir,” said Amy, biting her tongue.

“Good girl,” said Justin.  “Now, follow me.  I’m almost done in this town – but I want to take out that bitch battlemaiden before I go.”

Amy looked at his whip doubtfully.  “She’s wearing armour,” she said.  “Will that whip even do anything?”

Justin laughed.  “Hero’s Destiny doesn’t do that mechanic.  Weapons just have an attack power – there’s no concept of certain weapons being less effective against different armour designs.  So it shouldn’t matter that it doesn’t make sense – my new whip will still hurt her.”

“I hate this,” said Amy.

“What, me raping women?” asked Justin.  “I thought we covered that already.  If I don’t do it, your reality is going to break.  I’m saving the world.”

“No,” said Amy.  “I mean the way that the world doesn’t make sense anymore.  That it follows these… stupid game rules that you’re talking about.  It makes me feel like *I’m* not real.”

“You’re real,” said Justin.  “The game rules are what Alyra has done to this world – as part of her spell to try and give women freedom and empowerment.  They’re a spell overlaying your reality. They don’t feel real because they’re *not* real.  Your reality isn’t meant to be this way.  Its default state is a world where women are raped and enslaved.  Once we rape Alyra and break her spell, it will go back to the way it was, and things will work in a way that makes more sense.”

“What if I don’t want the world fixed?” said Amy.  “What if I’d rather see it break?”

“Well, I don’t know how many people live in this world,” said Justin, “but it’s clearly a lot more than just you.  So I’d say that’s a pretty selfish viewpoint.  It’s your duty to be raped and enslaved so that everyone in your world doesn’t just stop existing.”

Amy pouted – but she had nothing more to say at this time.

Justin pulled some bread rolls from his pocket and began eating them, healing his HP back to full.  

“Come on,” he said, with a mouth half-full of bread.  “Let’s go.”

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Once again, Justin found himself in the main street of Sommerswyd, facing the beautiful armoured battlemaiden who guarded the town.  He was armed, and he and Amy were both at full health – Amy from her recent level-up, and Justin from stuffing his stomach with bread.

“Rose,” he called out.

She turned to face him, her sword in one hand, her blonde hair ruffled by the slight breeze.

“Do you need something from me, traveller?” she asked.  

He took a deep breath.  Rose had, to be honest, been incredibly fair with him, given he had attacked her on his first day.  She didn’t really seem like a bad person.

But also she was the most powerful opponent he had encountered in Sommerswyd – clearly a local boss fight – and, for the sake of her world, he needed to break her before he moved on.

“Yes,” he said.  “I need to rape you, you stupid cunt.  Do you want to save time and just strip nude now?”

Beside him, Amy shook her head.  She clearly would have distanced herself from him, if she had been allowed.

Rose looked at Justin.

“You tried this before, traveller,” she said, “and, to be candid, you embarrassed yourself.  I offered you grace because you were clearly possessed by some madness, but I will not give you such a chance a second time.  Stand down and leave here, or else your life will end on my blade.”

“I think your mouth would make more pleasing noises with my cock in it,” said Justin.  “It’s time for you to learn your place, Rose.”

And with that, the battle music began to play.  The text “ROSE, BATTLEMAIDEN OF FLOWERS” appeared above Rose’s head.

And Amy won the initiative.

She looked at him for orders, but she already knew what he was going to do.

“Amy,” he said, “Cast Witch’s Blessing.”

In any normal world, it would have made no sense to do this with an armed hostile opponent in front of them.  But combat in Hero’s Destiny was turn-based, and when an action was initiated, no one could interrupt it until it was done.  Some of the late-game abilities had very long animations, and the enemy would just stand there and watch until it was their turn.

And so Amy dropped to her knees – blushing furiously – and crawled towards Justin on all fours.  When she reached him, she reached up, and extracted his cock from his pants.  Justin was already rock hard, and Amy could see his precum glistening on the tip of his dick.

Slowly – clearly not wanting to do this, but unable to stop herself – she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

It was only the very tip, but it felt extraordinary.  He felt her tongue gently glide over his cock-head, licking up his pre-cum.

He wanted to grab Amy’s hair and force his cock further into her mouth.  He wanted to facefuck her until he came.  In this world of rape, the very few women he was prevented from fucking had become the most desirable of all, and he desperately wanted to use Amy as he had used the other women of Sommerswyd.

But just as Rose couldn’t interrupt the animation, neither could Justin.  He just only gasp in pleasure at the excruciatingly pleasurable feel of Amy’s lips and tongue.

And then he felt the power run through him – from his cock, to his buttocks, and then out through his body.  The Witch’s Blessing.  He had received the buff.

Amy withdrew her mouth from his dick, put it back in his pants, crawled back to her starting position, and then stood, still blushing.

It was Rose’s turn next.  

“Frankly,” she said, “you have been a lewd and unsavoury influence on this town, traveller, and it will not displease me to put an end to you.”

She lunged forward with an attack.

Last time that Rose had struck him, she had done eight damage.  With a maximum of 25 HP, Justin could only take three such hits.  He made a note that he would need better armour at some stage.

But as Rose moved forward, Justin felt himself moving – shifting easily to one side.

DODGE.

Justin took no damage, and Rose withdrew, frustrated.

“You were lucky, traveller,” she said.  “But your luck cannot hold.”

“Not lucky,” said Justin.  “Blessed.”

He turned to Amy and winked.

She made a sour face and looked away.

It was Justin’s turn now, and he tried out his new whip with an attack.

It cracked with a sound like thunder, and the tip lashed across Rose’s breastplate.

The number “7” appeared – a good chunk of damage – and to Justin’s surprise the breastplate came away when the whip withdrew, falling to the ground as if it hadn’t just a moment ago been strapped in place.  Underneath it, Rose wore a plain white tunic.

Justin remembered how the whip had ripped open Amy’s dress when the stablemaster had used it.  Was this a property of the whip?  It had been said to be magical.  Did it… remove a woman’s clothes on a hit?

Justin grinned.  He liked the whip more already.

RESISTANCE: 31/38, read Rose’s life bar.  Good – but she was hardly defeated yet.

It was Amy’s turn now.

Justin considered having her bless herself – it would be fun to watch her finger herself and then lick her cunt juices off her finger – but he judged that she wouldn’t have time to gain the full benefits of the spell.  So instead he returned to her default attack.

“Lavender Spark,” he called.

Amy raised her hand and blasted the battlemaiden with lightning.  Rose staggered back, with the number “4” appearing over her.

RESISTANCE: 27/38.

It was Rose’s turn now.  She feinted towards Amy – and then crossed back and jabbed at Justin with the sword.

The tip pierced Justin’s midriff and slipped inside him.  He felt a sick, horrible pain – the pain of being skewered with a length of sharp metal.  His mouth popped open in a silent, agonised gasp.

And then the sword was out of him.  He wasn’t bleeding.  He wasn’t dead.  He was just… missing some hit points.  He had 17 left.

He blinked.  Of course he knew that was how things worked.  And he had been hit before in this world.  But never run through with a blade.  He should have been dead.  He had felt like he *was*, for a moment. 

But characters in Hero’s Destiny didn’t bleed.  They didn’t display wounds.  They just… took damage.

This world was insane.

He felt a surge of rage.  He wanted to punish this bitch for hurting him, for daring to *stab* him.  For refusing to allow herself to be raped.  He wanted to teach her a lesson.

It was his turn, and he decided it was about time to tie Rose up for a couple of turns.

“Imagine Rape,” he selected, casting the spell that had served him well up to now.

But instead of Rose’s eyes crossing and her cunt wettening as she imagined her own imminent violation, a single word of pink text appeared.

RESISTED!

Fuck.  Was it because she was a boss?  Or higher level?  Something about being a “battlemaiden”?  Or had she just gotten lucky?

Either way, Justin had just wasted his spell, his MP, and his turn.

“Lavender Spark!” he yelled at Amy, who was once again due for a turn, and once again Amy blasted the knight with her lightning.

RESISTANCE: 23/38.

Rose shook herself and gritted her teeth.

“I tire of this, witch,” she said.  “It is obvious that your master is the villain, and you are merely a thrall, but that does not mean I can abide you continuing to cast your hexes against me.  Justice must be done.”

Amy took a deep breath, and looked like she wasn’t going to reply – but then she lost her internal battle.

“Oh, fuck you, you bitch,” she hissed.  “Justice?  Where were you when I was living in poverty with my creepy-ass stepbrother?  What justice have you actually done, other than just wandering up and down this street in your pretty armour?”

Justin stifled unexpected laughter.  Amy’s anger was so cute – and she couldn’t know that Rose was probably bound by the limits of the game logic to do nothing other than patrol this same stretch of road.  Guards and knights in Hero’s Destiny didn’t actually get involved in crimes, unless they involved the player character.  But Amy’s rage was so *earnest*.

Rose shook her head.

“Very well, witch,” she said.  “Then you have left me no choice.”

She stepped forward and swung her sword at Amy.

CRITICAL HIT.

14 damage, in a single strike.

AMY: RESISTANCE 1 / 15.

“Fuck,” swore Amy.  “Ow.  Fuck.”

“‘Tis only what you deserve, wench,” said Rose.

Justin tried another spell.  He hadn’t used this one in combat yet.

“Cunt Pain!” he yelled.

Rose squealed, and blushed, and took a hand off her sword to futilely try and ward her groin.  The game text indicated she’d lost 8 HP.

Only a little more than the whip.  Disappointing.

RESISTANCE: 15/38.

Progress, at least.

Now it was Amy again.

“Lavender Spark!” he called.

“I can’t!” replied Amy.  “I’m out of magic power!”

Fuck.  Then what could she do?

He selected “attack”.

Amy stepped forward and tried to slap Rose.  Her blow landed weakly.  1 HP of damage.

RESISTANCE: 14/38.

Rose responded by running her sword through Amy’s gut.  As before, it left no wound and drew no blood – but when it was done, Amy collapsed to the ground.

AMY IS KNOCKED OUT!

Rose raised her sword again.

“It’s just you and me now, traveller,” she said.  “Time for you to meet your end.”

And the icy smile on her face made Justin worry that this time, she might just be correct…

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