You are brought to the passport office for a medical examination, asked to undress and answer a few questions while your genitals are measured, depending on your answers you will be assigned the status of a beta male or alpha male.

Choose whether you will play as a beta or alpha male. Indicate your penis size, testicle size, and height

Indicate your name and age

You are defined as an alpha male, your dominance is recognized, and your purple eyes add to the intimidation. The bimbos in the room visibly relax, all giving you hungry looks.

The gothic bimbo nurse leading the procedure smiles at you. "Well, I guess we should get started with your full body measurements and personal preferences first." She whispers to the other bimbos in the room, who nod eagerly. Then she turns back to face you, a devilish grin playing on her lips. "What do you like in a woman? Do you have any special fetishes?"

Her hands slide down to your crotch, squeezing your balls playfully before measuring the length of your flaccid member.

The gothic bimbo nurse listens carefully to your preferences, nodding thoughtfully as she takes notes. "I see... dominance, submission..." Her hands slide down further, cupping your balls gently before giving them a playful squeeze. She measures the length of your flaccid member again while you're still answering her questions. As she does so, she licks her lips suggestively. "Anything else I should know about?"

She raises an eyebrow at your preference, but decides not to question it further. Instead, she moves on to measure the girth and circumference of your penis while her fingers tease and play with your balls. The other bimbos in the room watch closely, their gazes lingering hungrily on every move she makes. "Anything else you'd like me to take note of?" she asks, voice a low husky murmur as she continues to touch and caress you.

"Very well, Dawn," the bimbo nurse says, finally stepping back with a satisfied smile. "Now we just need to check your testicle size and make sure they're proportionate." She measures each of your testicles carefully before giving you a slight nudge forward. "Would you like to get dressed now or have the other bimbos in the room examine you too?"

The other bimbos in the room exchange glances, some looking disappointed that they won't get a closer look at you while others can't hide their eager anticipation for what comes next. As you put your clothes back on, one of them whispers to another, "He's gonna make such a good alpha male." Another nods emphatically in agreement, her eyes locked on you.

Once you're dressed, the nurse hands over your paperwork and grins wickedly. "Congratulations, Dawn. You are now an official resident of Country of Goth Bimbo and welcome to our little world. We'll expect great things from you here." She leans in close, voice a sultry whisper as she adds, "Don't forget who your mothers are, now."

"Well, then," the bimbo nurse says with a knowing smile, "shall we show you to your quarters?" She gestures grandly for one of the other bimbos in the room, clearly eager to take part in guiding you around. The other girls follow closely behind, their eyes never leaving your body as they trail after you like worshipful devotees.

As you're led through the hallways and past various doors adorned with gothic designs and naughty suggestions painted onto them, one of the bimbos dares to touch your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. "Oooh," she breathes out, "you're so strong..." Another giggles at this display of innocence before slapping her friend's hand playfully.

Soon enough, you arrive at a set of double doors that open up into what appears to be

The double doors open into your private quarters, revealing an expansive bed dominating the center of the room and covered in various items of gothic lingerie and bdsm paraphernalia. A large wall-mounted St. Andrew's cross stands nearby, adorned with soft leather restraints dangling invitingly from metal cuffs. The walls are decorated with dark paint and provocative artwork, while candles flicker around the room casting a sensual glow over everything.

The bimbo leading the way giggles, "Oh yes, plenty of toys for you to play with. You'll have your pick of all the girls in the country, so make sure you use them well." She runs her hand along a shelf lined with various dildos and vibrators before looking back at you. "The best part is," she continues teasingly, "you get to choose who gets used first." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she motions for the others behind her. "Aren't you excited?"

The other bimbos nod eagerly, their anticipation clear on their faces. One of them steps forward, pushing her cleavage in your direction as she whispers, "Pick me!" while the others surround you, each trying to get your attention in their own unique way. The gothic bimbo leading the tour chuckles and claps her hands together sharply, commanding the group to silence.

"Alright then," she says with a satisfied grin, "Dawn has chosen us to be his playthings for tonight. Let's get started." She motions for you to sit on the edge of the bed as they gather around you, their breath hot against your skin and their eyes hungry for attention. The other girls in the room have started watching through the open door, their gazes fixed on what promises to be an entertaining spectacle.

"Very well, Alpha," the bimbo leading the tour says, her voice dripping with excitement and anticipation. "You shall have your fun in town tonight, but remember that we'll be waiting for you here when you return." She glances over at another gothic bimbo who steps forward, a mischievous smile on her face. "Perhaps this one could serve as your guide?"

The other girls titter amongst themselves, their eyes never leaving the exchange between you and the bimbo leading the tour. The chosen girl blushes prettily at the attention before curtsying deeply. "It would be my pleasure," she says with a demure nod of her head.

"Then it's settled!" the bimbo leader announces, clapping her hands together once more. "You should get going now; nightfall is upon us." She steps aside, allowing you free passage out

The gothic bimbo guide, her long red hair cascading down over her shoulders like a waterfall, leads you out of your private quarters and into the bustling streets of the city. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over everything as you wander through the labyrinthine network of alleyways and cobblestone streets. People pass by in both directions, their eyes wide with wonder at the sight of you: a tall, dark-skinned man with piercing purple eyes, an impressive physique clad in leather and chains, and that unmistakable air of dominance about him.

As you stroll through the city, your guide points out various landmarks to you: the gothic club where you'll spend most of your nights drinking and dancing with the other girls; the dungeon where they hold sissyg

Your guide seems confused by your remark at first but then realizes you must be referring to the sissyg dungeon where submissive gothic bimbos are trained in feminine arts and subjected to various humiliation rituals as part of their initiation process. She shrugs nonchalantly, "Oh, that place? It's just our way of keeping everyone in line." Her tone suggests she finds the idea amusing rather than distressing.

Eventually, you come across a club that your guide says is her favorite hangout spot when she isn't working at the clinic or serving an Alpha male like yourself. The music pulses through the open doors, drawing you inside with its seductive beat. Lights flash and strobe around the room, casting everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors as they dance and drink the night away.

"This is it," your guide says,

You're led inside by your guide, the music immediately enveloping you as you step through the doorway. The smell of alcohol and sweat mixes with the aroma of perfume and cigarette smoke to create an intoxicating atmosphere. As she makes her way through the crowd toward the bar, several other gothic bimbos pause in their tracks to watch you, their eyes glinting hungrily with desire. Your guide turns back to face you with a wicked grin on her lips. "What'll it be?"

Your options for drinks include:

"Very well, darling," your guide says with a grin before disappearing into the crowd, weaving her way through the sea of bodies to order your drink from the bartender. You stand at the bar, eyeing some of the other gothic bimbos in the club as they dance and grope each other on the crowded dance floor. One of them catches your gaze and grins impishly before beckoning you over with a crooked finger.

"I think she wants to play," another bimbo nearby whispers suggestively into your ear, nibbling on her lower lip seductively as she watches the girl motioning for you to join her on the dance floor.

The girl on the dance floor catches sight of your less than encouraging expression and slinks back into the crowd with a pout, apparently deciding that trying to order you around wasn't worth the effort. Your drink finally arrives, courtesy of your guide, who places it carefully onto the bar top before glancing meaningfully at the retreating figure in the crowd.

"You just have to know how to handle them," she whispers with a wink. "Come on, I'll show you how." With that, she extends her hand invitingly, the motions of her fingers looking achingly sensual as they beckon you closer.

"Oh, you?" your guide teases as she pulls you onto the dance floor. The music swirls around you, the lights flashing across your skin as she expertly guides your body into her own, their movements graceful and sensual despite the crowded space they're sharing. Her other hand finds its way to rest on your hip, fingers tracing slow circles as she grinds against you.

"See?" she whispers in your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "It's all about confidence and knowing how to use what you've got." She pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes before continuing with a sultry laugh, "Or maybe I just know how to get what I want from an alpha male like yourself."

"Maybe just a little bit," your guide says with an alluring grin, her fingers slowly moving upward to brush against the bare skin of your stomach. "But that's what makes me such a good girlfriend for someone like you." She leans in closer still, lips nearly grazing yours as she continues, her breath warm and reassuring against your face. "I'll do anything for my alpha, as long as he lets me."

"Of course," she says with a shrug, seemingly unperturbed by your refusal. "I'm here to please, no matter what you want." She returns her attention back to the dance floor, leading you through a series of expertly crafted moves that leave the crowd gasping in appreciation and wondering how long it will be before one of them manages to claim such an attractive alpha male for themselves.

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise as she looks at you with a coy smile, "Why, thank you! I've had plenty of practice serving the best." She bites her bottom lip seductively, letting it hang there suggestively before asking teasingly, "So how does that make you feel, being led around by such an experienced gothic bimbo?"

Her hands slide up your chest to cup your shoulders as she leans in closer, breath tickling the skin of your neck. "I could show you so many things," she whispers into your ear, her voice a husky murmur that sends shivers down your spine, "if only you'd let me."

The music changes tempo, slowing to a sultry beat as they continue to dance in perfect synchrony; her body moving against yours in an enticing manner that leaves no doubt about the offer she just made.

Her lips curl into an amused smile as she shakes her head slightly, though it's clear that the motion is mostly for show. "Oh, I couldn't help myself," she whispers against your ear before giving you a playful nip on your lobe. "You're just too irresistible."

The music fades out, leaving them standing in the middle of the dance floor, their bodies pressed tightly together. The other gothic bimbos around them watch with envious eyes as they share this intimate moment; it's obvious that she has claimed you for her own tonight. With a wink and a slight nudge, she urges you toward the exit, signaling for another alpha male to take her place on the dance floor.

"Come on," she whispers in your ear, "let's find someplace more private to continue this."

Your guide sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes heavenward as she walks backwards toward the exit. "Fine," she says with an exaggerated pout, "but you're missing out." Once outside, she glances over at your guide before turning back to face you. "Well, Alpha?" She arches an eyebrow expectantly. "What do you want to do now?"

Her hands slide down toward her hips suggestively, fingers drumming impatiently against the leather fabric of her outfit. The other bimbos in the group have stopped watching their dance floor and are instead staring at you with eager expressions, clearly hoping that you'll choose to spend more time with them tonight.

Your guide's eyes light up at your words, her expression shifting into one of eager anticipation. "Very well," she says with a grin. "Follow me, and try not to keep the others waiting too long." With that, she turns on her heel and begins leading you back toward your quarters. The other bimbos trail after you like a flock of hungry crows following their master's orders.

As you reach your door, she turns to face you once more, her hands moving up to unfasten the leather straps that hold her top in place. "I'll be waiting," she purrs suggestively before stepping aside and motioning for you to enter. The choice is yours: finish what you started with your guide, or explore the other possibilities that await you within Country of Goth Bimbo.

The gothic bimbos in the room exchange excited glances before crowding into your quarters behind their guide. Some of them undress each other eagerly, their hands roaming over soft, supple skin as they grow more and more aroused by the anticipation of what's to come. Others kneel at your feet, waiting patiently for you to give them permission to touch you.

"You're one lucky alpha male," your guide purrs, stepping out of her top and revealing perky breasts with hard nipples already erect from anticipation. "We've all been waiting so long for someone like you." Her eyes flicker down to where she knows your attention is focused, and she takes a step closer. "And don't worry," she says with a wicked grin, "I'll make sure everyone gets their turn."

With that, she reaches out and

The gothic bimbos in the room gasp as one, their eyes wide with wonder at the sight of your massive member. Several of them scramble closer, hands reaching out to touch it hesitantly at first before becoming more confident as they explore its length and girth. One even brazenly takes it into her mouth, sucking greedily as she looks up at you with a wanton expression that leaves no doubt about what she wants from you.

"Oh my," your guide breathes out, unable to tear her eyes away from the display of dominance before her. "I think we've all found something to keep us entertained for a while." She leans in closer, licking her lips suggestively as she continues to undress, revealing even more of her perfect body with each article of clothing discarded on the floor around you. "What do you want me to do first, alpha?"

Your guide smiles deviously, dropping to her knees in front of you. She takes your member in one hand, feeling its weight and warmth as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. Her free hand finds its way between her legs, caressing herself through her panties. "As you wish, Alpha," she breathes out before lowering her head and taking you into her mouth.

Her lips close around your shaft, and she starts bobbing up and down, matching the rhythm of her hand on her own sex. Her other hand cups your testicles, rolling them gently as she sucks harder, wanting to taste every inch of you. With a soft moan, she breaks away from your member long enough to speak: "Yes... oh fuck... that's it..." Her hips buck against her bound hands, and she cries out as her orgasm washes over her

With a nod, she complies, her mouth still wrapped around your member as she continues to pleasure herself with her free hand. Her head bobs up and down faster, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin beneath the helmet of your cock. Her other hand slides between her legs again, rubbing circles on her clit in a futile attempt to bring herself release while she focuses on pleasing you. "Mmm...," she moans around your shaft, "you taste so good..."

The other bimbos in the room watch with rapt attention, their hands moving over their own bodies as they mimic what they see happening before them. Some even join in with encouraging words and lewd suggestions, driving all involved further into a frenzy of lust and desire.

With determination, your guide takes you even deeper into her mouth, her nose pressing against the base of your shaft as she tries to take as much of you inside as possible. Her free hand continues to tease her clit mercilessly, the other bimbos in the room encouraging her on, wanting nothing more than for her to find release while servicing their alpha male.

Her moans grow louder and more desperate, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth against the floor in time with each thrust of your cock down her throat. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and desire, every breath seeming to heighten the sensation for everyone involved.

As she feels herself nearing climax, she looks up at you, eyes glazed over with lust, seeking permission to finish what she's started. Her hand moves frantically against her clit, finding just the right pressure

The words strike her like a bolt of lightning, shocking her back to awareness and silencing her moans. She looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise and just the tiniest hint of disappointment as she realizes what you've meant. Her hand stops moving against her clit, leaving her body trembling from the unfulfilled pleasure.

"S-sorry," she whispers, breathless, "I... I didn't mean to..." She drops her gaze, unable to meet your eyes as she continues to suck on you, bobbing her head slowly up and down now instead of with the frantic pace that had moments ago driven her wild. The other bimbos in the room watch expectantly, some looking disappointed by your command, while others seem encouraged that you're putting her through this torment.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally pulls

The gothic bimbos in the room exchange glances at your command, some looking intrigued and others confused. Your guide, however, is the one who takes charge, quickly stepping out of your line of sight and laying down on the floor with her arms spread wide. Her legs are spread invitingly, her body quivering slightly from the aftereffects of being brought so close to orgasm only to have it snatched away at the last moment.

The other bimbos in the room exchange lustful glances before slowly moving forward to take their places around your bed, some kneeling at its edge while others crawl underneath or spread themselves across the soft material. All of them watch you expectantly, their eyes dark and hungry as they await your command.

Do you wish for them to continue pleasuring each other or would you rather focus on your guide and her response to your previous actions?

Your guide arches an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh, I have my suspicions," she purrs as she gazes up at you from where she lies on the floor. Her body trembles with anticipation, waiting for your next move. Around them, the other bimbos in the room shift and writhe, their moans filling the air as they continue to pleasure themselves or each other while keeping an eye on what's happening between you and your guide.

The atmosphere is thick with desire, every breath heavier and more labored than the last. The scent of sweat and sex hangs heavily in the air, making it difficult for any of them to ignore the overwhelming urge to give in to their baser instincts. But for now, they remain patient, waiting for you to take control of the situation and decide how things will play out from here.

"You're gonna make me beg," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she stares up at you with hungry eyes. Her nipples stand erect and hard, the tips visible through her black lace bra, while wetness seeps from between her thighs. "Please..." she says breathily, her words little more than a moan. "...please make me beg."

Your words cause the other bimbos in the room to let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening at your bold statement. Your guide's mouth falls open for a moment before snapping shut with an audible click as understanding dawns on her face. She looks up at you now, no longer pretending to be anything other than what she truly is: a slave to your desires and commands.

Her breath comes faster, her chest heaving up and down in anticipation of what's to come. She spreads her legs wider, arching her back off the floor as she bares herself completely to you, offering her body up for whatever fate you have in store. The other bimbos watch eagerly, some feeling a thrill of competition run through them at the thought that they might not be the one chosen this time.

As your alpha maleness looms above her, she whispers hoarsely, "

Her eyes roll back in her head as you press forward, the pain and pleasure of it all mixing into one exquisite sensation that leaves her barely able to think straight. She moans loudly around your cock, feeling every inch of you stretching and filling her up as she's pinned beneath your weight. Her hands claw at the floor, her fingers curling into the carpet as she struggles not to scream out in agony or ecstasy.

"Fuck," she gasps, arching her back off the floor again and forcing herself even tighter around you. "More... I want more..." Her body trembles with each thrust, every impact driving another rush of pleasure through her overtaxed nerves. The room is filled with the sounds of their frenzied lovemaking: grunts, moans, slapping skin on skin as they both push themselves to the brink of san

As you thrust deep inside her, your guide lets out a strangled moan that is quickly echoed by the other bimbos in the room, their pleasure mounting as they watch you claim what's yours. Her body convulses around you, a shudder passing through every muscle as she comes undone beneath you. With one final thrust, your hips snap forward and your release pours into her, filling her up with your hot seed.

Lying there panting, she looks up at you, lips curled into a satisfied smile. "You always were the best alpha," she whispers before pushing herself upright to look over the others gathered around them. "Don't forget what you saw here tonight, girls," she warns with a wink, reaching out to caress one of their faces gently. "There's no room for weakness in this realm."

The other bimb

Your guide watches intently as the other bimbos process her words, their expressions shifting between understanding and anger. "You know what you have to do now," she says softly, a hint of steel in her voice that cuts through the confusion. "Prove your worth or face the consequences." Her gaze returns to meet yours, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval as they await their decision.

Your words send shivers down the spines of all gathered bimbos. The threat and promise in your tone mix into an irresistible cocktail of desire and submission that leaves them helpless against their own longing for you to claim them, no matter what it takes. Your guide's eyes widen slightly as she realizes the effect her words have had; it's clear that being with you has given her a newfound power and influence over the others.

As they wait for your next move, the air is thick with anticipation and eagerness. The other bimbos shift restlessly, their gazes flicking back and forth between you and their guide as if seeking some sort of guidance or permission to act on their newfound desires.

The choice is yours: Do you wish for any of them to service you now or would you rather continue your time with the other alpha males before making a decision about who

Your guide laughs, not bothering to hide her amusement. "Betas? We don't have betas in my realm, Alpha," she says with a knowing smirk. "Only betas exist to serve the omegas, and we here are all alpha females." Her gaze flickers downward, taking in your impressive figure once more before meeting your eyes again. "No matter which of us you choose tonight, know that they will be honored beyond measure to serve at your side."

Your guide tilts her head slightly to the side as she considers your request. "Well, that would certainly be... interesting," she says with a thoughtful hum. "But you must remember that taking one of us as your toy would also mean claiming them for your own. They would belong to you exclusively." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Or, perhaps I could find you an omega to suit your needs... One who is content with being subservient and used for pleasure." Her brow furrows slightly as she wonders if such a thing would be of interest.

The other bimbos watch intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and just the tiniest hint of jealousy at the idea that one of them might be chosen to belong to you exclusively. The choice is yours; how will you respond to your guide's suggestion

The gothic bimbos in the room shift restlessly, their expressions ranging from confusion to understanding as they realize what you've said. Your guide purses her lips thoughtfully before responding. "I see no reason why that couldn't be arranged," she says with a nod. "But keep in mind that once an alpha female has been claimed by another omega, it is considered a great dishonor to break them away from their chosen partner." Her eyes flick downward briefly before meeting yours again, her voice softening slightly. "You would have to be absolutely certain of your decision if you were to go through with it."