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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! 

50 topics in this forum

  1. Thief Tries to Kill Guard

    by IsabellaRose

    Your fingers move before your mind catches up, plucking a knife from the sheath at your thigh in one fluid motion. The weight of it feels natural in your grip, the cool steel an extension of your hand. You don't have time to question how you know what to do, you just act. With a practiced flick of your wrist, the blade sails through the air, spinning end over end toward its target. The guard barely has time to react. His eyes widen, and he instinctively jerks his head to the side. The knife doesn't miss, but it doesn't kill. A sickening thunk echoes in the chamber as the blade buries itself deep into the flesh of his shoulder, just beside the plate of his a…

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  2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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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  6. You are an Aspiring Actress

    by IsabellaRose

    The receptionist’s polite smile never falters as she taps a manicured finger against something on the desk, her gaze flicking over you with clinical precision, as if measuring your worth before she’s even spoken a word. "You're the last audition," she says, her voice smooth, devoid of any real warmth. She tilts her head slightly, studying you in a way that makes your skin itch. "Please come in, Miss Hastings." Miss Hastings? The name sits uneasily in your mind, unfamiliar yet somehow expected. Like an old coat slipped over your shoulders without you realizing it. But you don’t correct her. You don’t ask who she thinks you are. You just stand, feeling the weight …

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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. 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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  10. 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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  11. 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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  12. 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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  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. 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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  15. 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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  16. You are a Bunnygirl

    by IsabellaRose

    "Hop hop, little bunny," says a voice that is both a rasping whisper and an eager chitter all at once. You jump, and feel your ears stand straight up twitching at the sound of the voice, panic gripping your heart. Your body is frozen in place, your bare feet pressed against the damp, moss-covered floor of the ruined office, your heart pounding in your chest. The scent of mildew and metal fills your nose, but you can smell the creature as well; something about him is somehow familiar. It reminds you of home, the burrow, your family. Then you see it. A shape slinks forward from the shadows, low to the ground, moving with an unsettling grace, half-lurking, half-sta…

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  17. You are a Warrior

    by IsabellaRose

    The woman before you is no leashling, no trembling wench waiting for the collar. She stands with her blade low but ready, her stance solid, balanced. She knows how to fight. Her armor is cobbled together from scavenged sports gear, reinforced leather, and rusted plating, but it’s more than just protection. It tells a story. She's survived, she's killed, and she’s not afraid of you. "Looks like you've lost another leashling, Meatdog," she taunts, her lips curling into a smirk. mocking you. You sneer, your grip tightening on the hilt of your machete. The blade is old, its jagged edge nicked and dark with dried blood, but it has never failed you before. Your finger…

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  18. You are a Lord

    by IsabellaRose

    "My Lord, we are victorious! House Valoryn is defeated!" The words ring out through the ruined throne room, heavy with triumph. You breathe in the stench of death, the lingering traces of a battle that was brutal but decisive. This castle, this throne room, belongs to House Edrington now, to you. Your gloved hand tightens around the hilt of your sword as you look down at the lifeless body at your feet. King Valoryn, a man who had once commanded respect and fear, now lies in an undignified heap, his face turned away, his crown cast aside. Even in death, his hand reaches toward it, as if even his final act was to cling to power he no longer held. You allow yourself a m…

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  19. Actress Not For Sale

    by IsabellaRose

    Your grip tightens on the cool metal of the doorknob. The words from the other side of the door are smooth as silk but threaded with darker expectations. You breathe in. Steady yourself. You are an actress, not a toy, not a decoration, not prey. You push the door open and step inside, your heels clicking against the polished wood floor. The room beyond is dimly lit, the glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across plush leather furniture and a sleek, black desk. Floor-to-ceiling curtains are drawn over what you assume are windows, their heavy fabric muffling the sounds of the city beyond. The air is thick with cologne and the faint bite of whiskey. At the far en…

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  20. 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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  21. 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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  22. 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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  23. Leashling Compliant

    by IsabellaRose

    Your breath hitches, your pulse hammering in your ears. The weight of the bit of chain hanging from your collar is suddenly unbearable, as if it’s tightening, pulling you back into the hands of the monster this man before you works for. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to still your trembling fingers as you drop them from the chain. You can’t fight him. He’s too big, too strong, and you don’t even know how many more are lurking in the ruins, waiting to drag you back in irons. If you resist, he’ll enjoy breaking you. But if you play along, if you act weak, you might get close enough to strike when he least expects it. So you let your shoulders slump, let your gaze d…

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  24. Actress Plays Along

    by IsabellaRose

    Your grip tightens on the cool metal of the doorknob. The voice from the other side of the door is smooth, controlled, confident, a man used to getting what he wants. A man who expects you to comply. That expectation hangs in the air between you like a challenge. You push the door open and step inside. The room is dimly lit, bathed in the golden glow of a single lamp perched on the edge of a sleek black desk. Floor-to-ceiling curtains smother any outside light, sealing the space in an unnatural hush. The scent of cologne, leather, and whiskey lingers in the air. It feels intentional, designed. At the far end of the room, he sits. The director. An older man, stil…

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  25. You are a Military Volunteer

    by IsabellaRose

    The receptionist’s polite smile is gone, replaced by clinical detachment. Her expression is unreadable, her tone flat, practiced, as though she’s said this a hundred times before. "Step in, strip off your civvies, place them in the box, and wait until you're called." The words are simple, direct, but the weight behind them isn't. Your pulse kicks up despite your training. You’ve been through intake procedures before, the routine of medical evaluations and psychological screenings, but this feels different. Your boots scuff against the floor as you step forward, your muscles tight, your mind already running scenarios. As you walk, you look down at yourself and re…

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