Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 15

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Final Judgment: Battlemaiden’s Fate!

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Justin considered his choices desperately.

“When I slay you, traveller,” said the battlemaiden, levelling her sword towards him, “I will first free this witch from your influence, and then delight in distributing your ill-gotten possessions among the needy.”

Could she do that?  Probably not all of it.  Justin had last “saved his game”, by the rules of Hero’s Destiny, when he had slept at the Icon of Remembrance last night – which was *after* he had recruited Amy.  

But since then, he’d had the confrontations with Amy’s brother, the mayor’s daughters, and the stablemaster.  If he was defeated here and forced to respawn, there was every chance that he’d lose all of that progress.

He stared at Rose.  Damn, she was pretty.  Her blonde hair had a shine that made very little sense in a pre-shampoo society.  Her lips had a cute kissy shape to them that would look very nice wrapped around a dick.  Now that the whip had removed her breastplate, he could see the shape of some very well-proportioned tits beneath her tunic. If he won this, he was going to enjoy raping her.  He wanted to see her face twist in shame and pleasure as he violated her cunt.  

*If* he won this.

Justin would do seven damage if he hit with his sword. Rose had 14 resistance left.  Two successful hits would finish her.  And it was Justin’s turn to attack.

But Rose had dodged his earlier attack.  And he had no idea what the chances were of her dodging again.

Justin had 15 HP, and Rose did eight damage per attack.  She only had to hit him twice.  If he missed even once, she would beat him.

“I don’t suppose I can consider you to surrender?” he said.  “I know you’re not going to believe this, but I’m actually the chosen hero destined to save your world, and I need to defeat you and rape you in order to stop your world from dying.”

“You mean that you are a demon of rape sent to destroy the Enchantress Alyra’s paradise,” said Rose.  “I am sworn to thwart you, and everything you represent.”

Justin sighed.

“Well, I tried,” he said.  

And he selected ATTACK.

His whip lashed out and slapped across Rose’s chest.  Where it struck, her tunic was ripped open, and now her tits spilled out into view.  They were every bit as perfect as Justin had anticipated – round and firm and begging to be squeezed like a ripe fruit.  

RESISTANCE: 7/38.

Rose blushed, but to Justin’s disappointment she didn’t drop her stance even a little to cover her nudity.  He had been hoping he might trigger a “shame fumble” by exposing her udders, but it now didn’t seem likely.

“You’re one hit from defeat,” Justin said.  “If you throw down your weapon and kneel, I’ll let you pick which hole I rape…”

She ignored him and attacked.  Justin tried to block high – but she wasn’t aiming for his chest.

The sword went through his groin, and Justin made a sound so high-pitched that it was likely only dogs could hear him.

He wasn’t maimed, of course.  The sword had passed through him like a ghost – but for a horrible moment he had felt the pain as if it had been real.  And it was a pain that he never wanted to feel again.

8 damage.  Justin had 7 HP less.

“You *bitch*!” he screamed.  “That was my *cock*!”

“Perhaps I will take it as a trophy from your corpse, demon,” said Rose, grinning.  “It will make a fearsome necklace and a warning against other demons.”

Justin didn’t listen.  He wanted to *finish* this, and get down to the process of raping that grin off her face.

He lunged.

And it all went wrong.

Rose danced lightly to the side.

DODGE.

“‘Tis my turn again, traveller,” she laughed.  “Perhaps *you* wish to surrender?  And you can choose whether I sever your manhood before or after I slay  you.”

Justin opened his mouth.  There had to be some way out of this.  Perhaps if he claimed this was all an error, she might spare him as she had on his first day.  Perhaps…

No.  He would be damned if he gave this bitch the satisfaction of grovelling.

He braced himself for death – or what passed for death in Hero’s Destiny.

Rose stepped in and swung her sword.

DODGE.

At the last moment, Justin twisted aside, and the attack missed.

He looked over at Amy, who lay collapsed on the ground.  It was her buff – her Witch’s Blessing, helping him dodge for the second time this battle.  He was sure it would infuriate her to know that her kiss upon his cock had saved his life.  He would be sure to tell her afterwards.

And now that it was his turn, he swung with the whip again…

CRITICAL HIT.

RESISTANCE: 0/38.

FINISH HER.

He didn’t need the critical hit to win, but it was a satisfying way to end things.  The blow tore away not just the faulds of her armour, but the skirt beneath them, and now her cunt was bare to his gaze, pretty and shaved and pouting.

Did Rose choose to shave her cunt, so it would be pleasant for a potential rapist?  Or was it some aspect of the world that compelled girls to do that, in the same way that it made them become wet for rape?  Or was it possibly that they simply didn’t grow pubic hair, in the same way that a character in a sexy videogame would never grow hair no matter how long you left her?

Justin preferred to believe the first option – that Rose tremblingly shaved her pussy on a regular basis, thinking how some man would react to it after stripping her out of her armour and forcing her legs apart.

Speaking of which…

He stepped forward, undoing his pants.

“Justin… sir… wait,” said a voice.

Justin stopped and looked to the side.

It was Amy, lying defeated on the ground, struggling to speak.

“I don’t think so,” he told her.  “I know you’re a killjoy, Amy, but this battlemaiden bitch needs raping.”

She shook her head weakly.

“No,” she said.  “No…”

“Yes,” replied Justin. 

Rose had fallen to her knees following her defeat, staring at Justin in mute horror.  He now walked towards her and grabbed her hair.  He put his other hand on his painfully hard cock, and prepared to steer it into her mouth.

“No, sir…” gasped Amy.  “She’s… *recruitable*…”

Justin stopped, stunned.  He looked at Amy again.

“Like me,” said Amy.  “I can… feel it.”

Justin looked back at Rose.  He wanted to put his dick into the silly bitch so badly.  He wanted to hurt her as badly as she had hurt him when she’d struck his cock with her sword.

“I’ll rape her, then recruit her,” he said.

“No!” gasped Amy.  “Can’t… can’t rape party members, remember?  If you fuck her… you can’t recruit her.”

Fuck, thought Justin.

And then, aloud, because the occasion seemed to demand it, “FUCK.”

He looked at Rose again.  He pictured sliding his dick into her soft wet pussy.  Was she a virgin?  Would his be the first dick to penetrate her?  It would feel so good.  And then he could grind her, raping her again and again, with a fresh degradation each time.  He would level up from it, he was sure.  He would fill all of her holes with his cum and then cum on her face and tits for good measure.

Did he *need* another party member?  He’d find more, right?  He could rape this one, and find a better bitch later, surely.

But that was his dick talking, he knew.  No serious player passed up an NPC party member unless they knew – absolutely *knew* – that there was a better option relatively soon around the corner.  

And while he might be giving up the chance to rape her now, if he made her a party member he would be able to keep her around, and dress her – or not dress her – however he chose.  And Dorian had implied at higher levels he could force party members to fuck him.  He could already make Amy lick his cock any time he ordered her to cast Witch’s Blessing.  Further control undoubtedly lay ahead.

“Fine,” he said.  “Fine.”

He grabbed a handful of Rose’s hair and pulled.  

“You’re coming with me, bitch,” he said.

She whined, but when it became clear that he literally intended to drag her by her hair, she stumbled to her feet and tried to follow the direction she was walking.

He pushed her back to her knees.  It would take a lot longer to get to the icon this way, but he wanted to see her crawl nude like a dog through the village, with her big tits swaying beneath her.

“Amy,” he said, “can you walk?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, climbing weakly to her feet.

He led the naked, humiliated battlemaiden through the village of Sommerswyd.  It immediately became clear that the villagers had been aware of the showdown happening between Justin and Rose, and now they came out to watch as Rose crawled humiliated through town.

“That’s right, crawl like a dog, you dumb bitch,” yelled Tavernkeep Westen, pressing his glasses against his nose with one hand and waving a tankard in the air with the other.  “Think you’re too good to get drunk at my bar, do you?  You’re nothing but a whore with pretensions.”

“I see the tables have turned, sow!” screamed Sue-Ellen the Washerwoman.  “Where was your sword when the traveller beat my tits with my own rolling pin?  You’re a useless cunt, you are!”

Justin looked at Rose, who was crying as she crawled.

“You see what I mean?” he said.  “Your natural place in this world is as a rape-toy.  The enchantment of Alyra is trying to hold that truth at bay, but it’s stretching the world thin.  Once I pierce the lie of your dignity, the true nature of your world reasserts itself.”

“Crawl! Crawl!”  The mayor was cheering from outside his house.  “No one elected you the Cunt-Princess of Sommerswyd, you big-titted tart!  This is what you get for strutting up and down our street and telling us what we can and can’t do!”

The mayor looked down at his daughters, and cuffed Leedell on the back of the head.  “Insult your fellow woman, girls, or you can sleep in the barn tonight.”

“You’re a whore that’s only good for raping!” screamed Leedell.

“You should have to lick my cunt for letting that traveller rape me!” yelled Kessa.  “You worthless piece of trash!”

“Stupid dog-fucker!” called the trainer who had introduced herself as “Rapeberry”.

“Cock-sucking bitch!” called the redhead “Fuckflower” who had taught Justin to pickpocket.

“You see what everyone really thinks when they look at you?” said Justin.  “You should learn from this.”

“No,” sobbed Rose as she crawled.  “No.  I fought for the rights and dignity of women.   I defended…”

“This world doesn’t *want* women to have rights and dignity,” said Justin.  “Every thing you did with every second of your life was a perversion of nature.  And now it’s snapping back into place for you, like an elastic band that’s been stretched too far.”

“I do not know what ‘elastic’ is, traveller,” said Rose.  “But I swear I will…”

“You’ll swear nothing,” said Justin.  “Because very soon I’ll be making all your decisions for you.”

“Show us your twat, doggy!” laughed Gargan the baker.  

His apprentice Cindy, who Justin had so enjoyed repeatedly raping, actually ran out into the street and swatted Rose on the ass with a rolling pin.  Rose yelped, and Cindy ran back to the bakery, giggling.

“You stuck-up cunt!” yelled Rachel the stable girl from the door of the stables.  “You think you’re too good to shovel shit like a commoner?  Wait till the traveller puts his cock in you, and you’ll learn what it means to earn an honest living as a whore.”

“If you want to discipline your new bitch, traveller,” added Boss Hager, “you bring her back to my stables, and you can make her clean the stable floor with her tongue.  Or I’m sure I have horses whose dicks need cleaning…”

Rose wasn’t protesting any more.  She was just sobbing.  She looked so cute with her hair all dishevelled and her nude ass wiggling as she crawled.  Justin once again regretted that he had forsaken the chance to rape her.

They were starting up to the hill now to the Icon of Remembrance, leaving the town behind them.

“You may have been a villain without knowing it,” said Justin, “but I’m going to give you a chance to be a real hero now.  I’m going to let you help save the world.”

He led her up the hill, until finally they were at its peak.  

He pulled on Rose’s hair and dragged her over to the Icon.  The stone statue of the masturbating nude woman looked down at them.

Justin pulled up Rose’s head until it was level with the statue’s cunt.

“Lick,” he commanded.

Sobbing, Rose extended her tongue, and licked the stone twat.

Somewhere, an immense bell rang, just once.

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE DRAGGED A RECRUITABLE BITCH TO THE ICON.  YOU MAY NOW ADD HER TO YOUR PARTY.

ADD HER NOW?  YES/NO

Justin smiled.

“Yes,” he said.

And just like that, Rose’s body went limp.  The last of her resistance vanished.

ROSE, BATTLEMAIDEN OF FLOWERS
Level 1 Battlemaiden
Resistance: 10/10
MP: 2/2
Skills: Basic Dodge
Punish Slut

The battlemaiden belonged to Justin now.

And he knew just how he was going to use her.

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