Story: Noncon Isekai, Part 18

or
I Only Exist For You, Protagonist-Sama!

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen

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Justin and his companions had not walked far down the road – maybe another quarter hour – when the world warped again, and the combat music played – and the beautiful blonde peasant girl – the “Fuckdoll Traveller” – was standing before him, once again fully clothed.

Justin swore.  He had forgotten how annoying the random encounter frequency was in Hero’s Destiny – unless you turned it down in the settings menu.

The girl was staring at him in horror.

“What happened?” she said.  “I was just – you had just raped me, and you made me thank you, and then I – I’m here…”

“I told you,” said Justin.  “You’re a random encounter.  You only exist when I’m fighting you or raping you.”

“How did this happen?” she asked.

“As far as I understand it, the Sorceress Alyra tried to mess with your world to improve it,” said Justin, “and instead she made it like a videogame – yes, I know you don’t know what that is – and she made you… into this.”

“How… how do I make it stop?” asked the girl.  “How do I go back to my life?”

“Long term, I need to find Alyra and rape her into submission,” said Justin.  “Short term, you need to let me fuck you until I level up.  So let’s do this.”

He lashed at her with his whip, and tore her dress off.

It had not been difficult to defeat her the first time, and it was not any harder this time.  Soon the girl was once again nude and weeping before him.

Last time he had used her cunt, so this time he guided her lips to his dick and facefucked her until he came down her throat.

“Thank me,” he said, as her lips came off his dick.

“Thank you,” she said, with desperation in her voice – and then she shimmered and vanished.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL
10 XP GAINED!
32 XP UNTIL NEXT LEVEL.

No bonus for using her a different way, Justin noted.  Clearly that mechanic didn’t apply to random encounters – or, more likely, the game didn’t recognise her as the same person he had fucked previously.  After all, in Hero’s Destiny, each time you had a random encounter with a monster it was implied to be a *different* monster, even if they looked the same and had the same name.

But that meant there was also no reduction in the reward for repeatedly raping her.  Justin could live with that.

TREASURE FOUND: SATYR SEMEN (MINOR)

Justin checked his inventory for the new item.  It was a small vial filled with white fluid.  Was it really cum, from a satyr?  What good was that?

But the design of the potion’s bottle reminded him of something in Hero’s Destiny – and suddenly he realised what it was.

“It’s a healing potion,” he said.  “For party members.  Meaning you girls.”

Amy wrinkled her nose.  “I am absolutely *not* drinking some monster’s sperm,” she declared.

Justin laughed.  “You know that if I order you to drink it during combat, you will,” he said.  “You don’t have a choice, any more than you have a choice about that plug in your ass.”

Amy pouted.  She really was cute when she was unhappy.

They walked on.  Justin thought about trying to turn down the random encounter frequency – but on the other hand, fucking the girl another four times would level him up.  It didn’t take long to beat and strip her, and while in the real world he might have had trouble engaging in sex so frequently and ejaculating so often, here in Rapeworld he could get it up again and again without difficulty.  The perks of being the chosen hero, he supposed.

As they made their way up the road, there was clearly something on Rose’s mind – and after a while, she spoke up.

“It doesn’t make sense,” she said, in a thoughtful voice.

“What doesn’t?” asked Justin.

“This woman that you are… violating,” said Rose.

“Well, I guess you don’t understand how videogames work,” he said.  “You see…”

Rose interrupted him.  (Justin took a note of this, in case he had to punish her for it later.)

“No,” she said.  “I do not mean the logic of your ‘game’, Master.  I mean the woman’s fate.  She is like this because of Holy Alyra’s blessing?”

“It’s not a blessing, Rose,” said Justin.  “It’s a curse.  She’s destroying this world.  But yes, the girl is the way she is because of Alyra.”

“But you said – and our order teaches – that the purpose of the Enchantress Alyra’s blessing is to protect and sanctify women,” said Rose.  

“That’s right,” said Justin.  “The underlying reality of this world requires women to be degraded, enslaved and raped.  She’s pulling your world apart by trying to deny that.”

“But this girl that we have encountered twice now,” said Rose, “is trapped – and seems to only be truly aware of herself when you are beating or raping her.  And you’re rewarded for doing so.  Why would Holy Ayra have done this?”

“I don’t know if she knows that she did,” said Justin.  “She used an artifact from another world – my world – to power her spell.  As it turned out, that artifact was a game, and using it in the spell made the game conform to its rules.  I’m not sure if she even knew what those rules were.  But the game requires a hero, and it requires ways for him to level up – that is, become more powerful.  Random encounters like the girl are the way the game does that.”

“But we must find a way to tell Holy Alyra!” said Rose.  “She would never allow this if she knew about it.  If there is some problem with her spell, surely she will work to fix it.”

“Rose,” said Justin, “you need to understand that there are two forces at work here – Alyra’s spell, and the underlying nature of the world.  Now, you have just seen a girl who exists only to be raped – who, in fact, literally *only* exists when she is being raped.  Now, either she’s like that because Alyra *made* her that way – in which case Alyra deserves to be punished – or she’s like that because that’s the true nature of the world – in which case Alyra needs to be stopped so that nature can re-assert itself.”

Rose shook her head.  “No,” she said.  “Holy Alyra is good.  This is a mistake.”

Justin sighed.  “You can believe what you want, Rose,” he said, “but I’m tired of this ‘Holy Alyra’ business.  From now on you are to call her the Bitch Cunt Alyra, do you understand?”

Rose coloured.  “That’s blasphemy,” she said.

“I don’t care,” said Justin.  “I’m going to do far worse than call her names, if we ever reach her.  And I’m frankly worried about having someone in my party who keeps invoking her name as if she were a goddess.  You’ll call her the Bitch Cunt Alyra.”

Rose was silent.

“You know I can make you do it, Rose,” said Justin.  “And you’re not going to like the way that I do that.”

“Don’t listen to him,” said Amy.  “He can’t touch you.”

Justin didn’t know if Amy was genuinely being defiant, or if he was egging Rose on in the hopes that he would transfer the hated buttplug from Amy’s ass to Rose’s as punishment.  But either way, Amy had miscalculated, because Rose immediately turned to Amy and slapped her across the face.

“Respect your Master, whore,” she snapped.

Amy pulled back, stung – even as Justin beamed with happiness internally at Rose’s action.  Even while trying to defy Justin herself, she had still automatically enforced his discipline upon Amy.

“Rose?” prompted Justin.  “Who cast the spell upon the world?”

Rose looked at the ground, her face red.  

Then, quietly, she said, “The Bitch Cunt Alyra.”

“Good girl,” said Justin.

The walked on – and after a little while, the Fuckdoll Traveller appeared again.

“No,” she whimpered.  “No.  You *just* raped me.  You *just* did.  It’s only been seconds…”

It had been a quarter of an hour to Justin.

“I bet you’re wet for me again, though, aren’t you?” he said.

Of course she was.  Girls in Rapeworld were always wet for rape, whether they wanted it or not.

He lashed her clothes off her with his whip.

“Please,” she begged.  “I have a name.  It’s █████.”

Again, her identifying information was censored.  He couldn’t hear it.

“The game just calls you Fuckdoll Traveller,” said Justin.  “Maybe I can just call you Fuckdoll?”

“No,” whimpered the woman.  “No.  I have a name…”

“I don’t think you do,” said Justin.  “At least, not the name you think you have.” 

He pondered.

“With other girls I’ve been trying to mix it up, so ordinarily now I’d fuck your ass,” he said, “but I don’t seem to get any bonus for experimenting with you.  Would you like me to fuck your ass?  Or would you prefer me to use your cunt?”

She stared at him – and understood that he was serious, and that it was a serious question.

“My… my cunt,” she said.  “Please… my cunt.  Not my…. Not there.  Not in my bottom.  It’s… not natural.”

He thought about fucking her ass precisely because of how she didn’t want it, but there was no additional benefit to him in being cruel, and besides, he felt like he would prefer her cunt himself.

“And please,” she begged, “go slow.  I want to… I want to exist longer.”

“There’s only so slow I can go,” he said.  “I have places to be.  But I’ll see what I can do… if you’re nice to me.”

“Nice to you?” she asked.

“Make me feel like you want me,” he said.  “After all, I am literally your only reason to exist.  Treat me like your lover, your husband, and your god.  If you’re nice to me, I can be nice to you.”

“Yes!” she said.  “Yes, sir.  Please…”

And when he went to her to rape her, he found her wonderfully eager – or at least, pretending that she was.  She kissed him on the lips with passion and enthusiasm, and moaned in a credible emulation of desire.  Her cunt was wet for him, as he knew it would be, but her internal muscles squeezed his dick, and she bucked her hips against him with frantic abandon, and crushed her generous tits against his chest.

“I love you,” she whispered.  “I love you.  Please… please make me exist.”

And so he did his best to draw out the sex – stroking her hair, kissing her lips, moving slowly inside her, teasing her.

“You’re being such a good slut,” he said.  “Pleasing my cock is the only reason you exist – and you’re doing a good job of it.  It must be nice to be able to so easily and purely measure your worth in the universe.  You are literally worthless when I’m not raping you – and you are completely fulfilled when I’m enjoying your body.”

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned.  “Thank you for raping me.”

And with those words he felt her shudder with the power of an orgasm.  Feeling her cunt spasming around his cock, he allowed himself to reach his own release, discharging his cum into her.

“You’ve been a very good slut,” he said.  “I’ll see you again soon, Fuckdoll.”

He saw the panic in her eyes as he said that – panic that she was about to stop existing.  Either she would fade into blackness, or her next awareness would be immediately standing fully clothed again, about to be once again beaten and raped by him.

RAPE SUCCESSFUL
10 XP GAINED!
22 XP UNTIL NEXT LEVEL.

It was horrific, certainly, what was happening to her.  At least the world made her lubricated and aroused for her rapes, or else it would be much worse.

But it was Alyra who had done this.  Had it not been for Alyra’s spell, this woman would have lived in a world of frequent rape and female degradation – but she would have had time between those degradations, time to be herself, with a name and a personality and a life.  It was Alyra who had made her nothing more than a toy for Justin’s cock.

And it was Alyra who needed to pay the price.

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