Brandi's Self-Sabotage

(Author's Note: This story is designed so that if the reader selects the top option, when given a choice, the story will continue along and nothing too terrible will happen to Brandi. However, if the bottom choice is selected, it will cause Brandi to fall into the hands of someone who will ruin her life and her body. Each branch is a new villain and a new story. I eventually hope to keep this going long enough for her to attend college, get married and become a mother, with and endless array of possible paths to destruction.)

As Brandi lay naked and **** in front of the jeering crowd, her body trembled under the heavy paddle's relentless spanks. Brandi's eyes welled with tears, her throat tight as the cock invaded her mouth, forcing her to gag. "GAK, GAK, GAK!" She knew, deep down, that this humiliation was all her own doing. She had been on the cusp of victory, but her self-destructive tendencies had sabotaged her once again. "Fat slut, you deserve this," someone from the surrounding crowd sneered, while another shouted, "Beg for mercy, you worthless piece of shit."

"Why did I do this to myself?" she thought, her mind reeling as she choked on the intruding phallus, a string of drool running down her chin. Brandi's mind raced, desperately trying to unravel how she had come to this. The man's unwashed ballsack slapped against her chin as her mind rebeled. The cock in her mouth thrust deeper, her gag reflex fighting against the invader. She knew things should have been different, but the allure of ruin had been too strong. Her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't help but wonder how she had become this person.

The paddle's stinging impact echoed through the room, each strike leaving a red, swollen imprint on her quivering flesh. "You're nothing but a piece of meat, a toy for us to play with and discard when we're done," a voice behind her jeered, while the man fucking her throat cackled, "You're **** on this cock, and you love it, you pathetic slut." Brandi's body trembled, her thoughts consumed by the question of why she had chosen this path.

The person throat-fucking her increased their pace, their cock plunging deeper with each thrust. Brandi's eyes bulged, her face growing more and more purple as her air supply dwindled. The paddle's strikes began to rain down on her tender pussy, each impact leaving her writhing in agony. Brandi's chest heaved, her body **** for air. The veins on her neck stood out in stark relief, her face a mask of pain and humiliation. Her body shook uncontrollably, her mind reeling as she struggled to breathe.

Suddenly, her alarm blared, snapping her back to reality. Sweat-drenched and disoriented, Brandi realized it had all been a dream. Thank goodness! The dream faded, leaving her once again in her bed, her heart heavy with the weight of her own demons. She reached over to her phone and shut off the alarm. Her fingers absently strayed to her panties, finding them soaked. "Well," she thought to herself, "I guess everyone's entitled to a doozy once in a while."

Yawning, Brandi stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles from the previous day's workout. Her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her: today was her eighteenth birthday. A smile spread across her face, and she sat up in bed, her excitement growing with each passing moment. Brandi couldn't wait to embrace the newfound freedom and opportunities that came with turning eighteen. She had made plans to go out with her fellow lifeguards tonight, including Kyle, who was hot as fuck!

Leaving her bed, Brandi made her way to the bathroom, eager to start her day. She peeled her sopping panties from her freshly shaven pussy, depositing them in her hamper. The scent of her pussy lingered in the air, but she decided to forgo a shower for now. She was going to the gym to run before her lifeguard shift at the pool, and would need to shower afterwards. No sense in getting clean just to get dirty again, and the chlorine in the pool would clean her off.

As Brandi stood in front of the mirror, she admired the strong, athletic body that now reflected back at her. Her sparkling blue eyes, framed by naturally curly hair, held a sense of determination. She remembered when she had been overweight, and the cruel jokes and ridicule she endured from her peers. The sting of those memories still lingered, but she knew that they had only served to fuel her fire. Brandi had decided to take control of her life and she had worked tirelessly to achieve her goals.

She thought back to the hours she had spent in the pool, pushing herself to swim faster and farther each day, the grueling sessions at the gym, where she had lifted weights and run miles, her body screaming for mercy, the sacrifices she had made, giving up unhealthy foods and late-night snacking, and the discipline she had shown in sticking to her new diet. She felt proud of the strong, confident young woman she had become, and she knew that her hard work and perseverance had paid off.

Her athletic build was evident as she stood there, completely naked. Her breasts, with their small, perky nipples, sat high on her chest. Her flat stomach tapered into a narrow waist, and the muscles in her abdomen were well-defined. Brandi began to change into her required uniform for her job at the health club. The red bikini, which she had reluctantly purchased, was a far cry from the red one-piece she had worn at her previous lifeguard job.

As she slipped on the top, she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious, but she reminded herself that she had worked hard to earn this body. She glanced at the full-length mirror, making sure the bikini top was securely in place. She then reached for the matching bottoms, knowing that the high-cut design would show off her toned legs and sculpted butt. With a deep breath, she slid the bottoms on, feeling the material hug her body.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but think about the pervy manager, Marty, who required the girls to wear these bikininis. She had heard the whispers and rumors about his inappropriate behavior towards the other lifeguards. Some of the girls had confided in her about his unwanted advances and suggestive comments. Brandi cringed at the thought of the fat old pervert, but she refused to let him ruin her job or her self-confidence.

Brandi adjusted the fit of her bikini, making sure everything was in place, before admiring her reflection in the mirror. She then slipped on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt featuring the name of the gym. She felt proud of her body. Brandi's mind raced with anticipation as she left the bathroom. With a smile on her face, she headed downstairs to celebrate her birthday with her mother before heading off to the gym and her shift at the pool, ready to take on whatever challenges and opportunities lay ahead.