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Three-Member Party, Assemble!
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“What’s happening?” asked Rose weakly, as she lay at the foot of the statue.
“You’re his slave now,” said Amy flatly.
Justin gave Amy a sharp look. “Not my slave,” he said. “My party member. You’re part of the team now.”
“What team?” asked Rose.
“The team to defeat the bitch sorceress Alyra,” said Justin. “Welcome to being a hero.”
Rose rose sharply, alarmed. “No!” she protested. “The Enchantress Alyra is the source of all grace and beauty! She is the saint of womanhood – and I am sworn to her service!”
Justin was curious. “Sworn to her service? Have you met her in person?”
“Well, no,” Rose admitted. “I took my oath at the Grand Shrine, among the Holy Order, in Alyra’s capital, but I did not see the sacred flower herself.”
“Well, now your job is to help me rape and break that sacred flower,” said Justin. “If you try, I suspect you might enjoy it.”
Rose’s face was pale and outraged.
“Never!” she spat. “I am the chosen defender of the Shrine of Gloriel. I will slay you first!”
“No, you won’t,” said Justin. “Go on. Try to hit me.”
He looked at her. She looked back. A red, humiliated blush developed in her cheeks.
“Se?” said Justin. “You can’t.”
Something tickled his memory.
“The Shrine of Gloriel,” he said. “What *is* that? Is that where we are now?”
Rose shook her head. “No, this is merely an Icon. The Shrine lies beyond the village, near Adelar’s Pool. It serves the whole bann, of which the village is merely a part.”
“What is this word, ‘bann’?” asked Justin.
Amy looked at him as though Justin was mad. “It’s the area that falls under the jurisdiction of the Shrine. Are you stupid?”
It wasn’t a term from Hero’s Destiny. Nor were Shrines, in this sense. Justin shrugged, and moved on.
“And this Shrine – what does it do?” he asked.
“It’s the symbol of the Enchantress’ grace,” said Rose.
But Justin thought it was something more significant than that. He vaguely remembered something he had been told when he first arrived in the world.
“Dorian?” he called out loudly. “Toad? Where are you? I have questions.”
He looked around, expecting what he had come to think of as the “tutorial toad” to appear on a rock or treestump nearby.
“What do you seek?” whispered a feminine voice, directly in his ear.
Justin jumped, and uttered a sound that was a long way from the most heroic noise he had ever made. He spun around.
The ghostly form of Irene hovered in the air. Justin’s eye ran over her shimmering robes, her fully-formed bosom, her slightly parted lips, her long wavy hair, and he felt is cock stiffening again.
In a world where he could rape almost any woman he wanted, the very few that were denied to him became even more desirable.
“Irene!” he gasped. “I was wondering when you’d appear again!”
Amy frowned, and pouted. “Who are you talking to, you gibbering loon?”
Irene smiled. “They cannot see me, Justin. Only you, the chosen hero.”
Justin looked over his shoulder at his two party members.
“Uh… it’s like the game text, Amy. I’m just consulting. Sit still like good little kittens.”
Then he turned back to Irene.
“So… do you think I’m making progress?” he asked her.
“You have gained power, and recruited two promising companions,” said Irene. “But my sister’s spell is still almost as strong as when you began, and reality continues to weaken with every day. You must hasten to strike a genuine blow against her.”
“The Shrine, right?” said Justin. “When we first spoke, you said I had to break the Shrines that sustain her spell.”
“Very good,” said Irene. “Yes. Alyra’s spell is an eternally echoing phrase of magical words. The Shrines act as town criers…”
Loudspeakers, Justin interpreted.
“… rebroadcasting Alyra’s words throughout the land, securing the unnatural freedoms of all women who live within the bann of the Shrine. If you break the Shrine, the spell will fall throughout the bann.”
“Got it,” said Justin. “Complete the shrine mission, flip the zone from Alyra’s power to yours. So how do I break the Shrine?”
“The Shrine guardian must betray Alyra’s grace, by orgasming from rape within the grounds of the Shrine,” said Irene.
“Well, that’s easy, because I have Rose in my party now,” said Justin confidently.
But then he paused, and the smile slipped from his face.
“But… now that she’s a party member, I can’t touch her,” he said.
There was a muted giggle from behind him.
Justin turned, fury rising within him.
As he suspected, Amy was trying to stifle laughter behind her hand.
“You!” he cried, pointing a finger at him. “You *knew*! You told me to recruit her *deliberately*!”
Amy couldn’t stop her laughter now. She broke out into a belly laugh, and raised the middle finger of her hand towards Justin.
It made it worse that she looked annoyingly cute as she did so.
“Cunt Pain,” snapped Justin. “Imagine Rape. Cunt Pain.”
Amy’s laughter immediately transformed into agonised squeals and tears as two electric shocks went off inside her vagina while she was forced to imagine her own violent rape. Amy might have been cute laughing, but she was even cuter crying and clutching her pussy.
“And I’ll find other ways to punish you later,” said Justin.
He turned back to Irene.
“So what do I do?” he said. “Rose needs to be raped, but I can’t rape her.”
“You are the chosen hero, not I,” said Irene.
But the answer was already coming to Justin. It was in line with what he was already intending as his next step.
“No, I’ve got it,” he said. “Thank you, Irene. I think I can break the Shrine.”
She smiled. “Good luck, hero,” she said, “and may all those who oppose you be raped.”
And with that, she became translucent, and then disappeared entirely.
Justin turned back to his two girls.
He took a moment to look into Rose’s inventory. Her armour was there, undamaged and intact despite being whipped off her body during the battle. He could re-equip it to her.
But it was more fun to drag Amy’s sexy baby outfit across to Rose and equip it. As soon as he did, Rose’s hair transformed into cute childish pigtails, and a teddy bear equipped in her arm. She looked both ridiculous and sexy in the pink frilly dress with its cute panties and the top stretched lewdly over her tits.
“What is this?” Rose squeaked. “How did this happen? Change me back!”
“First of all,” said Justin, “if you want something from me, be polite, and call me Master.”
Rose blushed. “Change me back, please, Master,” she said.
“Good girl,” said Justin. “And second of all, no, you look pretty like that. You can keep wearing that until I need to put you into your armour for battle.”
He then turned to Amy and unequipped her clothes completely. She could be nude for now. Her cunt was nice to look at, and the way she blushed when she was humiliated was even nicer.
He had to admit, it was a lot of fun to have two sexy helpless dress-up dolls. And the fact they hated it made it even more fun. He just wished that he could slap them and rape them.
Maybe some day.
And with that, he walked over to the statue, and touched the Icon.
The game saved, and the day ended.
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There was once again the brief darkness, and a cartoony image of a tent – even though Justin had no such tent and was certainly not sleeping in it. A melody played, and then the darkness vanished, and by the position of the sun in the sky Justin could tell it was the dawn of a new day.
He was completely healed, his HP and MP reset, and so were his companions. Interestingly, Amy and Rose were both sprawled on the ground, still asleep. Previously Amy had been awake as soon as the day started. Perhaps she was asleep because she had needed to recover HP after their battle?
Justin moved to wake the girls, and then stopped. He had a fun idea.
“Imagine Rape,” he said, pointing at Amy.
MP: 7 / 9
Amy began to moan in her sleep. She didn’t sound violated – she sounded horny. And then, to Justin’s amusement and delight, one of her hands slowly moved between her legs, and she began to slowly rub her cunt in her sleep.
She was masturbating to her imagined rape. This was the true nature of women in this world, just as Irene had told him upon his arrival in Rapeworld.
As he watched the cute little nude masturbating, Justin took out his cock and began to masturbate. He may not be able to rape Amy, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the sight of her. He pumped his dick while he watched her moan and fingerfuck herself, and he tried to guess what kind of violent rape she was fantasising about. Did it involve him? Was she picturing herself being fucked hard by her Master? Or was it her stepbrother Gavvard whose cock she was imagining?
Amy began to moan louder, and louder – and then, suddenly, she was orgasming. The pleasure woke her up, and her eyes snapped open – just in time for Justin to reach his own climax, and splatter her face and open mouth with his cum. Amy writhed in horror and tried to roll away, but only succeeded in letting him bathe a larger area of her cheeks and neck with his semen.
He laughed at her degradation as he pumped the last of his cum onto her, and wished he could have her lick his cock clean. As it was, he forced to merely tuck it back in his pants, and then kick Rose to wake her up too.
“Get up, bitches,” he said. “We’re going to complete the last quest in Sommerswyd.”
He watched Rose feel about for her armour and sword, only to realise that (a) they were located in her invisible inventory and (b) that she could equip neither of them without permission from Justin.
Her face reddened.
“What quest is this?” she asked.
“I told you, call me Master, Rose,” he said. “Otherwise I have a very vicious little spell that will make it feel like you’ve been blasted by lightning in your cunt. Amy is very familiar with it.”
“What quest is this, Master?” asked Rose.
She was learning a lot faster than Amy.
“Apparently there are some orcs on the road out of town,” said Justin. “They need to be convinced to depart.”
Rose instantly looked more confident.
“Ah, I am familiar with these, Master,” she said. “They block the safe path to the Shrine of Gloriel. I had hoped to defeat them myself, but on my own I was insufficient. With you by my side – as odious as you may be – I am sure we can dispatch them swiftly!”
Justin smiled. “Sure,” he said. “We’ll dispatch them.”
Although that wasn’t exactly how the quest had been phrased…
“Tell me,” said Justin, as the three began to walk back to town from the Icon. “What are orcs like in this world?”
“Nasty, brutish creatures,” said Rose. “Taller than a human, and more muscly, and green of skin. They are exclusively male – they reproduce by breeding with unwilling human women, who they often keep as pets and use in the manner of animals.”
“Sounds terrible,” said Justin. “What do you mean they keep women as pets?”
“With any orc warband, you will usually find one or two captive women,” said Rose. “They are kept nude and gagged, and leashed with iron chains, and forced to crawl. The orcs do something to them that swells their breasts like balloons, so that they might provide more milk for hungry orc children. It is to my shame that the Shrine Priestess Elke was taken by this band, and I believe she is their slave to this day.”
She blushed with remembered guilt at her inability to protect the priestess.
“Well, that’s just awful,” said Justin. “Don’t worry, we’ll put a stop to that immediately.”
He put a reassuring hand on Rose’s shoulder, even as Amy shot him a look of deep suspicion.
He smiled at her, and imagined the amusing sight of Amy nude, crawling, gagged and leashed, with an orc baby in her belly and her tits swollen with milk.
That wasn’t his plan – not exactly – but Amy still wasn’t going to like what he had in mind. Or Rose either.
And the wonderful thing about Rapeworld was the fact that their approval and consent *simply didn’t matter*…
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