Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “How long...” Her words were cut off when Isobel came again.

  “She has a while to go yet.” The Dom thumbed the controls once more, this time turning the speed of the machine down low. “I said she’d been a bad girl.”

  “If this is what you do when she’s bad, I’d love to see her rewards.”

  “We’re at the club a lot.” He smirked, giving Tegan a slow look down her body. “Come and find us if you want to play sometime.”

  Before she even answered, she was backing away from the table. “I might do that.”

  Isobel’s cries of pleasure chased her out into the hall where she had to fight to catch her breath. That had been way more intense than what she needed just now. It was time to go somewhere else.

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the clothing room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Fucked if You Do

  Go Back

  Tegan stepped into the room the farthest down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been around the bend more than a few times since joining Mavericks a few years ago. She’d seen and used more variations of toys and tools than most people could even list. There were only a few things on her list she’d yet to try.

  One of which was currently being used on the girl lying on the bed before her.

  “Ah, we seem to have company.”

  She hadn’t noticed the man standing at the end of the bed, but her gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a Dom she was used to seeing, but clearly he was the man with a plan. Leaning against the bed frame, he looked as though he was browsing at a store, rather than standing over a naked woman. His brown hair was slicked back and matched the image that his loose T-shirt and jeans projected.

  “This is Isobel.”

  “Well, hello, Isobel. I’m Tegan.”

  He patted the woman’s naked stomach. “She’s been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. I thought coming here tonight would give me lots of options. I was pleased to have found this gem.”

  Tegan found herself moving forward to get a better look at the machine that was fucking Isobel. Her legs were strapped open, leaving her pussy exposed to the thick dildo that was being fucked into her in a slow, steady pace. Isobel had a gag across her mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure that slipped from her.

  “You can come closer and look.” The Dom grinned, running a hand down his face. “Izzy doesn’t mind.”

  The machine itself wasn’t anything too intimidating. The base was on a stand at the foot of the bed, secured in such as way that there was no danger of it falling off or moving if it was jolted. Isobel’s pussy was glistening and Tegan could smell her arousal as easily as she could see her hardened nipples.

  What a unique sort of torture it would be, your body outside of your control and at the mercy of another. Pleasure being inflicted upon her, orgasm after orgasm, until her world blacked out. Tegan wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle something like this. Well, maybe if she was with the right Dom. Someone who would take care of her when everything was over. Someone who cared enough to do this with her in the first place.

  “How many times has she come?” She ran a hand across Isobel’s stomach, catching her gaze for only a moment before looking back at the Dom.

  “She’s up to three now. I was just about to turn the machine up another notch when you came in. I bet she’ll get to number four pretty fast.”

  Holding up a remote control, the Dom thumbed a knob, instantly increasing the pace of the dildo. Isobel moaned and struggled against her restraints in vain. There was nothing she could do to stop the bombardment of sensations, the steady buildup of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. She watched fascinated as Isobel began to buck her hips in time with the machine.

  “Ah, there she goes.” The Dom squeezed her knee. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Isobel bowed her back off the bed as far as she could, given her restraints. The screams that came from her couldn’t be contained by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, to slip onto her body.

  To have that level of pleasure forced upon her body, God, Tegan couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Intense for certain.

  “How long...” Her words were cut off when Isobel came again.

  “She has a while to go yet.” The Dom thumbed the controls once more, this time turning the speed of the machine down low. “I said she’d been a bad girl.”

  “If this is what you do when she’s bad, I’d love to see her rewards.”

  “We’re at the club a lot.” He smirked, giving Tegan a slow look down her body. “Come and find us if you want to play sometime.”

  Before she even answered, she was backing away from the table. “I might do that.”

  Isobel’s cries of pleasure chased her out into the hall where she had to fight to catch her breath. That had been way more intense than what she needed just now. It was time to go somewhere else.

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the clothing room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Fucked if You Do

  Go Back

  Tegan stepped into the room the farthest down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been around the bend more than a few times since joining Mavericks a few years ago. She’d seen and used more variations of toys and tools than most people could even list. There were only a few things on her list she’d yet to try.

  One of which was currently being used on the girl lying on the bed before her.

  “Ah, we seem to have company.”

  She hadn’t noticed the man standing at the end of the bed, but her gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a Dom she was used to seeing, but clearly he was the man with a plan. Leaning against the bed frame, he looked as though he was browsing at a store, rather than standing over a naked woman. His brown hair was slicked back and matched the image that his loose T-shirt and jeans projected.

  “This is Isobel.”

  “Well, hello, Isobel. I’m Tegan.”

  He patted the woman’s naked stomach. “She’s been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. I thought coming here tonight would give me lots of options. I was pleased to have found this gem.”

  Tegan found herself moving forward to get a better look at the machine that was fucking Isobel. Her legs were strapped open, leaving her pussy exposed to the thick dildo that was being fucked into her in a slow, steady pace. Isobel had a gag across her mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure that slipped from her.

  “You can come closer and look.” The Dom grinned, running a hand down his face. “Izzy doesn’t mind.”

  The machine itself wasn’t anything too intimidating. The base was on a stand at the foot of the bed, secured in such as way that there was no danger of it falling off or moving if it was jolted. Isobel’s pussy was glistening and Tegan could smell her arousal as easily as she could see her hardened nipples.

  What a unique sort of torture it would be, your body outside of your control and at the mercy of another. Pleasure being inflicted upon her, orgasm after orgasm, until her world blacked out. Tegan wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle something like this. Well, maybe if she was with the right Dom. Someone who would take care of her when everything was over. Someone who cared enough to do this with her in the first place.

  “How many times has she come?” She ran a hand across Isobel’s stomach, catching her gaze for only a moment before l
ooking back at the Dom.

  “She’s up to three now. I was just about to turn the machine up another notch when you came in. I bet she’ll get to number four pretty fast.”

  Holding up a remote control, the Dom thumbed a knob, instantly increasing the pace of the dildo. Isobel moaned and struggled against her restraints in vain. There was nothing she could do to stop the bombardment of sensations, the steady buildup of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. She watched fascinated as Isobel began to buck her hips in time with the machine.

  “Ah, there she goes.” The Dom squeezed her knee. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Isobel bowed her back off the bed as far as she could, given her restraints. The screams that came from her couldn’t be contained by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, to slip onto her body.

  To have that level of pleasure forced upon her body, God, Tegan couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Intense for certain.

  “How long...” Her words were cut off when Isobel came again.

  “She has a while to go yet.” The Dom thumbed the controls once more, this time turning the speed of the machine down low. “I said she’d been a bad girl.”

  “If this is what you do when she’s bad, I’d love to see her rewards.”

  “We’re at the club a lot.” He smirked, giving Tegan a slow look down her body. “Come and find us if you want to play sometime.”

  Before she even answered, she was backing away from the table. “I might do that.”

  Isobel’s cries of pleasure chased her out into the hall where she had to fight to catch her breath. That had been way more intense than what she needed just now. It was time to go somewhere else.

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the clothing room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Fucked if You Do

  Go Back

  Tegan stepped into the room the farthest down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been around the bend more than a few times since joining Mavericks a few years ago. She’d seen and used more variations of toys and tools than most people could even list. There were only a few things on her list she’d yet to try.

  One of which was currently being used on the girl lying on the bed before her.

  “Ah, we seem to have company.”

  She hadn’t noticed the man standing at the end of the bed, but her gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a Dom she was used to seeing, but clearly he was the man with a plan. Leaning against the bed frame, he looked as though he was browsing at a store, rather than standing over a naked woman. His brown hair was slicked back and matched the image that his loose T-shirt and jeans projected.

  “This is Isobel.”

  “Well, hello, Isobel. I’m Tegan.”

  He patted the woman’s naked stomach. “She’s been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. I thought coming here tonight would give me lots of options. I was pleased to have found this gem.”

  Tegan found herself moving forward to get a better look at the machine that was fucking Isobel. Her legs were strapped open, leaving her pussy exposed to the thick dildo that was being fucked into her in a slow, steady pace. Isobel had a gag across her mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure that slipped from her.

  “You can come closer and look.” The Dom grinned, running a hand down his face. “Izzy doesn’t mind.”

  The machine itself wasn’t anything too intimidating. The base was on a stand at the foot of the bed, secured in such as way that there was no danger of it falling off or moving if it was jolted. Isobel’s pussy was glistening and Tegan could smell her arousal as easily as she could see her hardened nipples.

  What a unique sort of torture it would be, your body outside of your control and at the mercy of another. Pleasure being inflicted upon her, orgasm after orgasm, until her world blacked out. Tegan wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle something like this. Well, maybe if she was with the right Dom. Someone who would take care of her when everything was over. Someone who cared enough to do this with her in the first place.

  “How many times has she come?” She ran a hand across Isobel’s stomach, catching her gaze for only a moment before looking back at the Dom.

  “She’s up to three now. I was just about to turn the machine up another notch when you came in. I bet she’ll get to number four pretty fast.”

  Holding up a remote control, the Dom thumbed a knob, instantly increasing the pace of the dildo. Isobel moaned and struggled against her restraints in vain. There was nothing she could do to stop the bombardment of sensations, the steady buildup of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. She watched fascinated as Isobel began to buck her hips in time with the machine.

  “Ah, there she goes.” The Dom squeezed her knee. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Isobel bowed her back off the bed as far as she could, given her restraints. The screams that came from her couldn’t be contained by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, to slip onto her body.

  To have that level of pleasure forced upon her body, God, Tegan couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Intense for certain.

  “How long...” Her words were cut off when Isobel came again.

  “She has a while to go yet.” The Dom thumbed the controls once more, this time turning the speed of the machine down low. “I said she’d been a bad girl.”

  “If this is what you do when she’s bad, I’d love to see her rewards.”

  “We’re at the club a lot.” He smirked, giving Tegan a slow look down her body. “Come and find us if you want to play sometime.”

  Before she even answered, she was backing away from the table. “I might do that.”

  Isobel’s cries of pleasure chased her out into the hall where she had to fight to catch her breath. That had been way more intense than what she needed just now. It was time to go somewhere else.

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the clothing room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Fucked if You Do

  Go Back

  Tegan stepped into the room the farthest down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been around the bend more than a few times since joining Mavericks a few years ago. She’d seen and used more variations of toys and tools than most people could even list. There were only a few things on her list she’d yet to try.

  One of which was currently being used on the girl lying on the bed before her.

  “Ah, we seem to have company.”

  She hadn’t noticed the man standing at the end of the bed, but her gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a Dom she was used to seeing, but clearly he was the man with a plan. Leaning against the bed frame, he looked as though he was browsing at a store, rather than standing over a naked woman. His brown hair was slicked back and matched the image that his loose T-shirt and jeans projected.

  “This is Isobel.”

  “Well, hello, Isobel. I’m Tegan.”

  He patted the woman’s naked stomach. “She’s been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. I thought coming here tonight would give me lots of options. I was pleased to have found this gem.”

  Tegan found herself moving forward to get a better look at the machine that was fucking Isobel. Her legs were strapped open, leaving her pussy exposed to the thick dildo that was being fucked into her in a slow, steady pace. Isobel had a gag across her mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure that slippe
d from her.

  “You can come closer and look.” The Dom grinned, running a hand down his face. “Izzy doesn’t mind.”

  The machine itself wasn’t anything too intimidating. The base was on a stand at the foot of the bed, secured in such as way that there was no danger of it falling off or moving if it was jolted. Isobel’s pussy was glistening and Tegan could smell her arousal as easily as she could see her hardened nipples.

  What a unique sort of torture it would be, your body outside of your control and at the mercy of another. Pleasure being inflicted upon her, orgasm after orgasm, until her world blacked out. Tegan wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle something like this. Well, maybe if she was with the right Dom. Someone who would take care of her when everything was over. Someone who cared enough to do this with her in the first place.

  “How many times has she come?” She ran a hand across Isobel’s stomach, catching her gaze for only a moment before looking back at the Dom.

  “She’s up to three now. I was just about to turn the machine up another notch when you came in. I bet she’ll get to number four pretty fast.”

  Holding up a remote control, the Dom thumbed a knob, instantly increasing the pace of the dildo. Isobel moaned and struggled against her restraints in vain. There was nothing she could do to stop the bombardment of sensations, the steady buildup of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. She watched fascinated as Isobel began to buck her hips in time with the machine.

  “Ah, there she goes.” The Dom squeezed her knee. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Isobel bowed her back off the bed as far as she could, given her restraints. The screams that came from her couldn’t be contained by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, to slip onto her body.

  To have that level of pleasure forced upon her body, God, Tegan couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Intense for certain.