The Book of Consequences

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Hello everyone, my name is Bella and this is my first attempt at making a game with Twine. I'm a storyteller and I've always wanted to make a game, I didn't know how easy it was until I stumbled across TFGamesSite! This game is based on a roleplay I did with my partner, Mr A. <3 Anyway, I won't keep you waiting. If you're 18, or 21 depending on the region, [[start the game]]. If you are not of legal age, well, please leave. If I could figure out external links I would be sending you to GirlsGoGames or somewhere like that. If you wish to contact me, my Twitter is @bellacorsen One day I may have a discord, but not today.

Your name is Charlotte. You're 25 years old, standing at about 5'5 and weighing in at 130 pounds. You're from California, you've lived there your entire life and have a solid network of friends. You don't have much family left, but it doesn't matter since they disowned you after your nudes leaked in high school - ouch. [img[https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/81/42/b2814242d1607a6f19815985d637cf8b.jpg]] Lately, your luck had been looking up. You had published your first ever book; no one knew it was you. You had chosen a fake name since the book was heavily erotic, you're sure all your friends would blush if they knew it was associated with you. You knew about the negativity authors receive when their books include graphic depictions of rape, BDSM, torture, and other themes often left to horror movies or extreme pornography. You work as a freelance writer and photographer. Companies pay you good money for your talent at finding interesting stories and writing them in a way that keeps readers coming back for more. You've won awards for your skills and that's how you met your best friend; [[Chester]]. He presented you with your award and bought you drinks at the celebration party, and since then he has become an integral part of your friend group. He has supported you through the good times and the bad ones too, he has always been your rock and your shoulder to cry on. Tonight, Chester had invited you to his house for a drink with some friends. You were expecting about ten or twelve other people to be there as well as Chester. It had been a while since all of you were available at the same time, so naturally you were full of excitement for what prmoised to be a wild night. After getting [[dressed]] with the intention of being the most beautiful woman at the party, [[you leave your apartment]].

Chester Harrington is 34 years old. He stands at 6'4 and he's a very strong man, you're not sure how much he weighs but you know he hits the gym a few times a week and he practises martial arts... You remember him telling you he was in the Navy too. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him, but you weren't interested in a relationship right now. Chester, however, feels differently and hits on you often. [img[https://data.whicdn.com/images/100415886/original.jpg]] [[Back->start the game]]

[img[http://hairstylism.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/sexy-outfit-10.jpg]] [[Back->start the game]]

As usual, traffic in California was a nightmare - You were going to be late for Chester's little party, and you just hoped that they left some of the good wine for you. Though, knowing your friend Amy, she would practically //inhale// as much of it as possible. [img[https://media.npr.org/assets/img/2011/12/09/la-freeway_wide-54feb58cfa3c8a6197f191011cfc25b305be9e36-s800-c85.jpg]] Finally, about 20 minutes late, you arrive at [[Chester's House]]. You pull into his spacious driveway and walk up to the front door, which opens before you can even knock - he was waiting for you. "Hey babe! Looking god, as always." Chester greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. You couldn't help but blush and giggle just a bit at the compliment; dressing to impress worked, even if you had no intention of taking things further with Chester or anyone else here. "Thanks handsome, I hope no one minds that I'm late!" You smile at him as you both enter his home, heading into the lounge where drinks were set up and jazz was playing over the speakers. Immediately, you realised that no one else was here and all the drinks were untouched, apart from a glass of whiskey that undoubtedly belonged to Chester. "You're the first to arrive, Chris cancelled and Amy is stuck in traffic... I'm not sure about anyone else! Radio silence, as per usual." Chester answered, sounding a bit annoyed at the lack of communication. You set your purse down on the couch before grabbing a glass of your favourite wine; more for you until Amy the human wine vacuum arrives. "Mhm, one day you need to tell me where you get this stuff!" You chuckled, savouring the taste of the wine. "It would be better if I didn't forget everything that happens while drunk, though." She confessed, and the smirk on Chester's face didn't go unnoticed. "You're a wild drunk, I'll tell you that much." He commented, watching as you drank more and more of the wine. "If only the others could see you this time." He added, and you quirked a brow as you finished off the glass; he really didn't fill them up much. "Have the others cancelled?" You questioned - No, he said they were silent aside from Chris and Amy... "I need the bathroom, I'll be right back." You quickly excused yourself from the living room, and you heard Chester cursing under his breath as you entered the guest bathroom; why didn't this room have a lock? You looked in the mirror and wondered what Chester meant, between the wine giving you blackouts and the look on his face when he said no one was coming... You had to leave, something was incredibly //wrong// and you were starting to feel lightheaded. Letting yourself out of the bathroom, you went straight for the couch to get your purse. Chester was sat right beside it, and had his hand on top of it. No longer was he holding his whiskey and smiling at you, instead he had a look of... You couldn't decide between hunger or lust. His other hand was out of sight, resting behind a cushion. "Ches, I need my purse." You didn't want to get too close, but your purse contained your car keys and your phone, as well as your pepper spray... Chester didn't budge an inch. "You know, Charlotte..." He started to speak, his voice so low. [["You never told me you wrote a book."]] He sounded so evil, and you were in shock because //he knew about the book//.

[img[https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.515579661.4623/flat,1000x1000,075,f.jpg]] [[Back->you leave your apartment]]

[img[https://media1.tenor.com/images/e4c476e65ff6e156180f12ea16272b8b/tenor.gif?itemid=3303131]] Chester rose from the couch and revealed that he was holding a syringe full of an unknown substance, and you knew exactly where this was going; he was bringing your book to life. If he was going to drug you, you knew that the only thing that could follow is rape. "No!" You shouted at him, backing away even further; he approached you so calmly, and you needed to get out of here as fast as you could. ''Where do you run?'' [[To the Kitchen]] [[Past him to the door]] [[Back into the bathroom]]

[img[https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/xoigPoESovhYDW3Qt9QT7K-768-80.jpg]] You know you can't waste your time and look around the kitchen for something to use as a weapon; a knife will do. You grab the biggest one you can find in the drawer, arming yourself just as Chester strolls into the kitchen. It angers you how calm he is about trying to drug you and potentially rape you. You know your options here, but can't decide between threatening him with the knife or trying to stab him. <<linkreplace "Threaten him with the knife.">>"Don't come any closer or I'll... I'll stab you!" You scream at him, though your body is starting to shake from fear and the knife in your hand was shaking too, giving away your fear. Chester laughed softly at you. He didn't believe you, which leaves one option; prove it.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Attempt to stab him.">>In a bold attempt to free yourself, you lunge at Chester holding the knife in your shaking hand and try to stab him in the chest; Chester dodged your attack and you almost crashed against the wall. The knife fell out of your hands but you could see the blood; you had caught his arm but it wasn't enough to save you, Chester pushed you hard against the wall and stabbed you in the neck with the syringe. Chester is holding you in his arms as you [[pass out]] knowing your life is in his hands.<</linkreplace>>

[img[https://media.giphy.com/media/xT9KVeOAG8ZwFD5gFG/giphy.gif]] The only thing on your mind right now is getting out of this house, and in your panic, you try to run straight past him toward the main entrance of the home. You're not fast enough and Chester knocks you onto the ground, where you land with a harsh thud. You try to crawl toward the door like a chick in a horror movie but, unsurprisingly, it doesn't work out well for you. Chester stomped harshly on your back, crushing your chest against the floor. With ease he kneels down and flips you over; you don't get your hands up fast enough to stop him from stabbing the needle into your neck. The world around you is going dark and before you [[pass out]], the last thing you see is Chester's grinning fast above you.

[img[https://bathstorecloud-assets-production.s3-eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/images/home/bathroom-ideas.png]] Running back into the bathroom was a great idea until you remembered that it had no lock, since it's only a guest bathroom and not one of the main ones in the household. //Fuck, Lottie. You're fucked.// You thought to yourself as you pushed yourself against the door, trying to prevent him from getting into the room as you contemplated your options... <<linkreplace "Try to escape through the window.">>As fast as your legs could carry you, you darted to the other end of the bathroom and tried to open the window; you could see that it dropped into the front garden but it was locked, with no oter way of opening it without one of the keys. You only had one option left, especially since he was opening the door and entering the bathroom...<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Fight him.">>The door opened harshley and Chester entered the bathroom, looking as calm as ever despite the situation. You raised your fists and prepared to defend yourself; he had taught you how to defend yourself but you knew compared to his skills it was nothing... You had to try, right? "Just give in, Charlotte. It won't be bad if you comply..." Chester tried to talk you into submitting yourself to his perverse rape fantasy but you weren't having any of it; fuck no, not today. When he was an arm's length away, you swung your fist toward his face and caught him in the jaw; it barely effected him and he shoed you up against the window forcefully. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Chester smirked at you and stabbed the needle into your neck, no matter how much you pushed against his chest nothing could make him stop... Your vision was blurry and the world was going black, you couldn't stop yourself from falling against his chest as you [[pass out]].<</linkreplace>>

[img[https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/604b9a2a-8310-4d2f-8f19-bef8bbbd7bf2/d8r9vn1-56c9a032-75f7-4ce9-853c-65aed64959fa.jpg/v1/fill/w_329,h_250,q_70,strp/elizabeth_olsen_as_wanda_maximoff_by_the_real_millstone_d8r9vn1-250t.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTM2NiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzYwNGI5YTJhLTgzMTAtNGQyZi04ZjE5LWJlZjhiYmJkN2JmMlwvZDhyOXZuMS01NmM5YTAzMi03NWY3LTRjZTktODUzYy02NWFlZDY0OTU5ZmEuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTE4MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.M0ee_zS2zFJkRzbDT8TrbF8PIIBSF3FH6eN-q9GoQVk]] You had no idea how long it had been since Chester had drugged you, but when you woke up you were truly terrified. He had tied you up and covered your mouth in tape, and you noticed that he had changed you into a new outfit; a little red dress, black pantyhose, and high heels. You had a feeling you knew your underwear situation, but didn't want to know... The familiar feeling of a <<linkappend "buttplug told you enough.">> [img[https://img.xbooru.com//images/256/a7cc228ede8b2f85b37c7dea13e93ffb.gif]] <</linkappend>> It seemed like you were in a basement, there was one little window that let in some light and you noticed the blinking red light of a camera; was he watching her right now? You roll onto your front and try to get to your knees; it wasn't easy but eventually you manage it. If only your hands weren't behind you, maybe then you could try to remove the tape from your mouth. Looking around the room, you don't see anything that can help you escape. The stairs were too steep to crawl up, you knew trying would result in you falling down them, and there is probably a door right at the top anyway; how would you get out of that? The window was too high up, and likely nailed shut if Chester was following your book by every detail. You shuffled toward the couch, at the very least there was an old rug in front of it that would protect your knees from the rough concrete floor. Maybe it was for the best that you try to rest, you knew that Chester could come in any time to begin the torture and you need your energy to struggle against him. Though, you remembered that not being a good idea for the young woman in your novel; it gave her kidnapper an advantage over her. Scowling, you did your best to pull yourself up onto the couch; you failed, ending up sat on the rug, almost directly on the buttplug that filled up your asshole. The distinct sound of a door unlocking caught your attention, followed by heavy footsteps and a cheerful whistle; Chester. <<linkappend "He is completely naked.">> [img[https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjjW8WfK1-U/XBFLAOBvV5I/AAAAAAAAIuE/XEwAFs-pcfsodSNzyfxJx7jK1aFaRW0ugCLcBGAs/s640/fassbender-shame1.gif]]<</linkappend>> "Morning babe," Chester greeted you before taking a sip of coffee; God, you qould kill for a drink right now, though you knew better than to trust him. He had almost definitely spiked your drink earlier. Chester set his mug on a shelf and knelt down next to you, his hand cupping your breast over the thin red dress; you squirmed under his touch. "Now, now... Behave, or no breakfast for you." Chester smirked as he looked at you, his hand lifted and ripped the tape from your mouth; it looked like he had tried putting lipstick on you, and most of it had come off with the tape. "What's the magic word, sugar?" He questioned, and you glared at him. "Fuck you!" You yelled at him, and you tried to kick him; your legs being tied together at the calves made that hard and he pushed them away with ease; he looked fucking insane with that big grin on his face. "I was hoping you would say that!" He confessed gleefully, standing and walking somewhere behind you that you couldn't see. You laid back in an attempt to see where he was; you could see his feet and that he was looking through a fridge, but you weren't sure what he was getting. Soon enough, Chester walked back over to you and looked down at you with a smile. <<linkappend "He was holding a large cucumber in his hand.">> [img[https://www.finefruitsdirect.co.uk/images/stories/virtuemart/product/whole-cucumber.jpg]]<</linkappend>> "I just wanted you to see your breakfast," Chester commented, dropping the cucumber down onto the old couch. "I'm so //glad// that I can punish you first." He added, and grabbed the front of your dress to pull you into a sitting position before he punched you across the face; you couldn't stop yourself from crying almost immediately. All of this was too much, and Chester wasn't done. He dropped you onto your back and kicked you hard in the ribs, before kneeling down and flipping you over. "Cucumber on it's own is awful," He commented, positioning you on your knees; face down, ass up. He lifted your tiny red dress and your ass was exposed to him, you heard him mutter //perfection// under his breath. "That plug does wonders for you, babe. I would take you now, if you didn't need your breakfast." He sighed and you felt him lean over you, he must be reaching for the cucumber. You could feel his hard cock poking against your thigh and his fingers between your legs as he parted your lips. He dipped a finger into your cunt; moist, but not wet enough. Unfortunately, Chester didn't give a shit about how wet you are. He took the cucumber and you felt it push past your labia, making you squirm uncomfortably as he started to <<linkappend "push it into your entrance." >> [img[https://forum.xnxx.com/attachments/m-b-436-gif.304212/]] <</linkappend>> It //hurt//. You hadn't had sex in a while, and the cucumber was harder than anything you have ever had up there. It was cold too, and you cried from the discomfort; it wasn't like Chester cared. He pushed it deeper at every opportunity, wanting to see your cunt stretch around it and take it. You had to be wet now, based on how deep it felt. Chester eventually pulled it out, grabbing the back of your dress and pulling you up. You watched as he took a bite out of the cucumber, specifically the parts covered in your slick juice. He enjoyed it, and pushed the cucumber toward your mouth. "Take a bite, sugar. Your whore cunt is the perfect seasoning." Chester laughed at you, especially when you hesitantly leaned forward and took a bite from the cucumber. Only a small bite, but it made you realise just how hungry you actually are. Your stomach grumbled and Chester put a hand over your abdomen, smiling as he looked into your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll put a baby in there. Full for nine months!" He promised, he was clearly serious so you spat out the chewed up cucumber at him. His happy expression turned to one of pure anger; he turned the cucumber around and forced the non-bitten end against your lips. "Open the fuck up!" He yelled at you, and he gripped your jaw HARD to force open your mouth. You were biting the cucumber in an attempt to stop it, but soon found yourself gagging on the cucumber as he pushed it against your throat. "Suck it like a good girl, that'll show me you're sorry..." He smirked, enjoying watching you <<linkappend "suffer.">> [img[https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2015/09/07/300/13723967.gif]] <</linkappend>> Eventually he pulled it from your mouth and dropped it on the couch, looking down at you with that creepy grin; you couldn't believe this was your now former best friend... "I'll be back, babe. I have some tracks to cover." He informed you of his plan to cover up your disappearance as he untied your arms. "Finish the cucumber or put it in the fridge, just don't make yourself sick. Fucking a dead bitch doesn't sound like fun." He winked at your, as if that was somehow playful, and walked back toward the stairs as you rubbed your wrists. He had left your legs tied up, but you could manage that. You just dreaded what he would do when he got back... [[Click to continue.]]

Hi! You've reached the end of the current version. I may update it if there are requests, but this was me testing out how to make a game... I like to think this is good for a first try, although I'm sure some spelling and grammar mistakes must have slipped through somewhere. Until next time, enjoy this gif. [img[https://sluterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Blair-Williams.gif]]