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Choose Your Own Adventure

I will be writing a "Choose Your Own Adventure" style sexual misadventure.

Each chapter will have a poll for which option to choose.

Feel free to comment after each part, as the links will lead to new topics! I'd love to hear your feedback and I'm desperate for votes to help guide me towards which parts should be written next! 

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  1. START HERE! So It Begins...

    by IsabellaRose

    You are a college student in a specialized international program focused on archaeology, anthropology, and cultural studies. Your skill with languages and high grades had earned you a place in this program along with other students from a variety of universities around the globe. This class deals in real world experiences. You don't have a dorm room; you have a bunk and footlocker on an ocean-going vessel, a tiny shared room in a youth hostel, barely enough space for your bedroll in a tent near an archaeological dig. You don't have a lab; you have actual dig sites. There is no lecture hall; lectures are delivered in mess halls, on ship decks, and out in the open desert. …

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  2. Naked Woman Collared

    by IsabellaRose

    Your fingers brush against the collar, its surface cold as death and heavy with promise. Your pulse quickens as you consider your options. You can feel the demon's eyes on you, his presence pressing down like an iron weight, and you know that this choice is more than it appears. He wants you to submit, to bow, to give yourself over completely, and in this world, with him towering over you and fear gripping your heart, you see no alternative. You place the collar around your neck and fasten it with a loud click. The moment the collar locks into place, a frigid chill spreads across your skin making goosebumps rise. It’s as if icy fingers are gripping your throat, tight…

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  3. Naked Woman Runs from Demon

    by IsabellaRose

    You grit your teeth, your pulse pounding with defiance as you look up into the demon's burning eyes. The collar feels impossibly heavy in your lap, but you know, deep in your bones, that accepting it means surrendering everything you are. With a final, shaky breath, you fling the collar aside, letting it clatter to the pulsing, fleshy ground. You rise to your feet, legs trembling but steadfast, and take a step back. "I refuse," you say, your voice quivering, but your resolve steady. "I would rather face whatever comes than be your thrall." The demon’s eyes narrow, his burning gaze simmering with a dangerous mixture of amusement and displeasure. "A foolish choice…

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  4. Naked Woman Bargains

    by IsabellaRose

    Your fingers brush against the collar, its surface cold as death and heavy with promise. Your pulse quickens as you consider your options, fear and resolve warring in your heart. You can feel the demon's eyes on you, his presence pressing down like an iron weight, and you know that this choice is more than it appears. He wants you to submit, to bow, to give yourself over completely. But you refuse to be so easily cowed. You draw a breath, summoning every ounce of courage you possess, and lift your gaze to meet his fiery eyes. "What if I don't want to be just another toy for you?" you ask, voice surprisingly steady despite the terror coiling in your belly. "I can be m…

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  5. You are a Sorceress

    by IsabellaRose

    The accusation rings out, echoing in the ruined hall. You stand tall, dressed not in a flowing gown of silver and white, the fabric shimmering like frost under the faint light streaming in through shattered windows. The gown is elegant and regal, whispering around your legs like mist. In your hand, you grip a slender staff of polished white wood, its tip crowned with a crystal that pulses faintly with a cool inner light. Your white hair cascades down over the gown in waves. Behind you lies the body of King Valoryn, his blood pooling around him, staining the steps of the throne. The ornate crown lies beside him, heavy with jewels and the weight of power. You feel a pa…

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  6. You are a Lady

    by IsabellaRose

    The title, Lady Valoryn, fills you with a mix of dread and resolve. You look down to see that you are are wearing a gown of deep crimson and black, the colors of House Valoryn. The fabric clings to your curves, elegant and imposing, with intricate embroidery of silver thread tracing patterns of flowering vines. A circlet of dark metal rests on your brow, a symbol of your status as the king’s sister and a reminder of your place in the hierarchy. At your feet, the body of your brother, King Valoryn, lies lifeless. His blood pools around him, staining the steps of the throne. The ornate crown lies beside him, heavy with jewels and symbolism. The knight before you s…

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  7. You are a Knight

    by IsabellaRose

    Instinct takes over as you glance down at yourself. You’re clad in a suit of armor adorned with the rich crimson and black livery of House Valoryn. The black steed emblem emblazoned on your breastplate marks you unmistakably as a sworn defender of this house. At your waist hangs a sword, its pommel inlaid with a polished gemstone, a matching dagger in a sheath on your other side. The weight of your steel boots shifts beneath you as you step forward, positioning yourself between the enemy knight and the fallen king. The king’s lifeless body sprawls in a twisted heap of velvet and ceremonial armor, blood still seeping from a mortal wound. It pools beneath the throne, s…

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  8. Waking in a Cyberpunk World

    by IsabellaRose

    You wake to the distant thrum of neon lights, the steady drip of leaking pipes, and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. The air is thick with scents, a mix of damp metal, burnt circuitry, and the faintest hint of something toxic. You take a slow breath, and your lungs protest. The world around you flickers as your vision stabilizes, glitching like a corrupted screen rebooting itself. Dim red lights bathe the alleyway in a sickly glow, pulsing in time with your pounding heartbeat. Sparks rain from an exposed wire above you, and the metallic stench of burnt electronics lingers in the air. Your head throbs. A dull, sharp ache radiates from the base of your…

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  9. Waking in a Science Fiction World

    by IsabellaRose

    The distant hum of machinery thrums in the back of your mind, rhythmic, constant. The air smells clean but artificial, metallic with the faint hint of ozone and antiseptic. You open your eyes. The ceiling above you is smooth, curved metal, embedded with strips of steady, dim white light. Your body feels lighter than normal, but you’re still grounded... artificial gravity stabilizers? The sterile scent around you, the precise hum of the environment, the subtle vibrations beneath your back... this is no ordinary place. When you turn and see the viewport, the vast expanse of space beyond stars glittering beyond the curve of a planet below you, you realize where you are.…

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  10. Naked Woman Runs From Beast

    by IsabellaRose

    You move, not forward, not back, but sideways, feet barely skimming the pulsing, slick ground as you push off in a desperate lunge. The creatures before you do not react, the chorath remain locked in their unnatural stillness, their jagged limbs trembling under invisible restraint. They are not the hunters now. Whatever breathes behind you is. A sound follows you, a wet, thick inhalation, as though something vast is drinking in your very essence. A slow, dragging exhale chases after it, rolling over your bare skin like the breath of something starving. You don’t look, you just run. The world around you is a nightmare of writhing veins and unnatural structures, p…

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  11. Naked Woman Kneeling

    by IsabellaRose

    Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body rigid, every muscle screaming at you to run. But you don’t. You have nowhere to run. The ground beneath your feet twists, the pulsing veins slithering beneath your bare skin, urging you downward. It is an expectation, a demand written into the very fabric of this place. You lower yourself to your knees. A tremor runs through the air, the pulsing rhythm of this world momentarily halting, as if even the landscape itself watches. The creatures before you, the chorath, shudder, their jagged limbs tensing, but they do not move. The heavy silence stretches. Then you hear laughter. It is a low, rumbling sound, a vibration …

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  12. Princess Given Two Degrading Choices

    by IsabellaRose

    You stare at him defiantly and he raises one gloves hand ready to slap you. One look in his eyes tells you that you can't delay. Slowly, your fingers work at the ribbons lacing up the front of your gown. Once you finish unlacing the front of your dress, you slowly spread the two side of the fabric aside. The air is cool on your chest and you feel your cheeks flush as you pull it open to expose your breasts. This is embarrassing, degrading, and you look down at the floor, unable to meet the knight's eyes. "That's better," he says, his voice controlled, but the fire still in his eyes. He stares at your breasts, his eyes filled with lecherous intent. "Now, press th…

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  13. Princess Broken

    by IsabellaRose

    You're about to say something when he pulls you by the hair, half dragging you toward the throne. You scramble to keep up, feeling like he's about to rip your hair out by the roots, and a scream comes from your throat. You hate yourself for making the sound. He lifts you by the hair, pushing you forward. He forces you onto the throne on your knees, facing the back of the chair. You struggle to keep your balance as he moves and pulls you by the hair, your ass pressed out toward him, hands scrabbling on the arms of the chair, and when you finally get a moment to gain your balance, he wastes no time. Holding you by the hair from behind, his other hand spreads your…

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  14. Princess Keeps Resisting

    by IsabellaRose

    "I will not." You stare up at him, grim defiance on your face and venom in your words. You try to swing at him, but he catches your wrist in his hand. His eyes are filled with fury. The blow lands before you realize he swung. There is a ringing in your ears and you taste blood in your mouth. You are dizzy, barely able to hold yourself in the kneeling position, and not completely aware of what's happening as you hear the sound of fabric shredding. You body is tugged roughly, your position shifted about, and when you are released, you fall back onto your bare bottom on the cold, stone floor. You are naked sprawled on your backside on the floor of the castle. …

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  15. Princess Searched

    by IsabellaRose

    You take a slow breath, forcing yourself to remain still. "You have my word as a noble," you say, your voice controlled, measured. "But if that isn’t enough for you, then search me. If you think I carry a dagger, take it from me yourself." The knight’s smirk widens, slow and knowing, as if he’d been waiting for you to say that. "Very well, Princess." He steps closer, and your breath catches as the space between you disappears. His gloved hand moves to your side, fingers pressing into your waist, skimming over the fabric of your gown as he feels for hidden blades. He is thorough, too thorough, taking his time as his hands slide over your ribs, down your…

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  16. Princess Feigns Obedience

    by IsabellaRose

    You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod. You wish you were stronger, wish you could resist him, but you know that this will end the same whether or not you fight. The only difference is that if you fight, you'll be beaten and bruised... you might even be killed. You can feign obedience for your survival, at least long enough until you can find a chance to strike. "You are in control," you say. "I am at your mercy." His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his hand still strong on your wrist. He tugs you closer and you take two quick steps toward him to keep your balance, your slippers sliding on the stone floor. His h…

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  17. Princess Plays Along Looking for Escape

    by IsabellaRose

    You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod your agreement. You wish you were stronger, wish you could resist him, but you know that this will end the same whether or not you fight. The only difference is that if you fight, you'll have more bruises, possibly cuts... you might even be killed. Your body is what he wants. You can give him that much for your survival, or least pretend to until you can find a way to escape. His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his fingers still curled in your hair. With his other hand, he strokes your cheek slowly, almost as if he were stroking a favored pet. "Good girl," he says again. Th…

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  18. Princess Playing Along

    by IsabellaRose

    You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod your agreement. You wish you were stronger, wish you could resist him, but you know that this will end the same whether or not you fight. The only difference is that if you fight, you'll have more bruises, possibly cuts... you might even be killed. Your body is what he wants. You can give him that much for your survival. It's not like anyone will know. His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his fingers still curled in your hair. With his other hand, he strokes your cheek slowly, almost as if he were stroking a favored pet. "Good girl," he says again. This time you feel the sham…

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  19. Princess on the Roof

    by IsabellaRose

    The knight’s boots thunder down the stairs behind you, but you don’t hesitate, you don’t think, you just move. You veer left, heart hammering, raises your arms up in front of your face, and launch yourself through the window. Glass shatters and explodes outward as you fly out into the day. There is a moment of panicked freefall as the cool outside air hits you and you see everything in a freeze-frame moment. Enemy guards in the courtyard below look upward at the sound, shards of glass reflect the sunlight all around you as blood wells in tiny lacerations all up and down your arms, your feet pedal at nothing below you, and then the moment is past. Your feet hit the sl…

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  20. Princess in Secret Passage

    by IsabellaRose

    You make your choice in an instant and dart into the second room, making immediately for the hidden passage. Your feet barely skim the stone as you pivot sharply, lunging through the open doorway to your left. The room is a wreck, its once-grand furniture smashed to splinters, books and papers scattered across the floor. Dust swirls in the air, disturbed by your frantic movements. Behind you, the knight’s boots thunder down the stairs. "Now, now, Princess. I see you!" Your hands fly to the bookshelf, trailing along the carved wood until... there. Your fingers find the notch, pressing inward with all your strength. Click. The shelf groans open, revealin…

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  21. Princess Runs Outside

    by IsabellaRose

    You make your choice in an instant. The door at the end of the hall. Every instinct screams that the quickest way out is straight ahead, no hesitation. You sprint forward, feet pounding against the stone floor, breath ragged in your throat. The ruined hallway stretches before you, littered with shattered furniture, torn banners, and broken weapons. The air is thick with the smell of ash, blood, and something burning. Behind you, the knight is still coming. His boots thunder against the stairs, his laughter rolling through the corridor like a predator toying with his prey. "Run, little princess. Run faster." You don't look back. You slam your shoulder into the he…

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  22. Princess Caught Lying

    by IsabellaRose

    The knight’s smirk deepens, his amusement turning sharper. He knows you lied. His sword is in his hand, his patience wearing thin. This is where most people break. This is where he expects you to stammer, to beg, to fall apart. So you don’t. Instead, you tilt your head, letting your lips part slightly, softening your expression. You let the tension shift, not into fear, but into something else. Something he wasn’t expecting. "I lied," you admit, exhaling as if resigned, as if you’re suddenly very aware of the space between you. Your voice is lower now, a thread of quiet vulnerability woven into it. "But only because I didn't know. I thought you'd be like the rest, no…

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  23. Princess Bluffs Harder

    by IsabellaRose

    You hold your ground, despite the heavy weight of his gaze, the way his fingers still hover near his dagger. The tension in the air is suffocating, but you don’t back down, you push forward. "If you kill me," you say, voice low, steady, "you will doom your king." The knight lets out a short, amused exhale, but there’s an edge of uncertainty behind it. "Is that so?" You take a slow breath, keeping your expression composed, your lie already forming. You have to sell this. "My father knew this war was coming," you say, inventing history as you go, layering truth with deception. "Before your army ever reached our gates, before the first sword was drawn, he…

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  24. Princess Doubles Down

    by IsabellaRose

    "If your king is wise," you say, voice measured, even, "he will see the advantage in this." You hold your ground, even as he steps closer, his shadow falling over you like a noose tightening. The weight of his presence is oppressive, but you do not falter. You have his attention, and that is power. His fingers graze the hilt of his dagger, but you refuse to acknowledge the threat. You will not show fear. "You have already won the battle," you continue, keeping your voice steady, authoritative, the way your father once spoke in court. "But if you kill me, the war is far from over." The knight raises a brow, intrigued but skeptical. "Is that so?" "You kn…

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  25. Thief Keeps Throwing Knives

    by IsabellaRose

    Your fingers fly to the strap on your thigh, finding the familiar smooth hilt of another throwing knife. You can’t let him close the distance, not when he’s bigger, stronger, and armored. Not when you’re already breathing too hard, your heart slamming against your ribs like a caged animal. You yank the blade free, steadying your grip even as you backpedal, trying to gain ground. The knight snarls, his bloodied shoulder heaving, but his pace doesn’t slow. He’s fast, but you’re faster. You snap your wrist, sending another blade spinning through the air. This time, he’s ready. His gauntleted hand jerks up, and the knife glances off the steel, clattering uselessly …

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