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

Wow, an impressive specimen! Your alpha status has been confirmed by the committee. You have just entered the Country of Goth Bimbos. A beautiful gothic bimbo nurse appears before you and gestures for you to come closer.

As she examines your body, she starts to moan softly, clearly entranced by your size. "Mmmm... such a perfect cock..." She whispers in awe. Her piercing eyes roam over every inch of your muscular form before finally meeting yours with a mixture of desire and submission.

"You are the alpha male we've been waiting for, Lebeeticus Alpha," she purrs, her voice barely above a whisper. "All these bimbos here..." She gestures to a group of gothic sluts watching you intently, "...they can't wait to serve you." Her hand glides slowly down your chest, over your abs, and finally to your crotch where she begins to stroke your hard member. "But first," she says with a grin, "let me show you how much we appreciate your presence among us..."

The bimbo nurse's eyes go wide with shock and arousal as you grip her jaw and stop her hands. Her breath comes out in sharp little pants, "M-my name is Mistress Nia," she stammers, unable to meet your gaze now.

"I apologize for my forwardness, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says softly, not daring to move too much as you continue to hold her in place. "It's just... I was so excited to be the one to welcome you here." Her eyes drift back down to your crotch, where she licks her lips nervously.

Without another word, Nia kneels down before you and parts your legs, revealing your throbbing member in all its glory. "Please," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand, "may I have the honor of servicing you?"

As Mistress Nia looks up into your eyes, her body trembles with desire and submission. "Yes... Alpha Lebeeticus. It's your decision," she whispers hoarsely. "Please tell me what to do..." Her gaze flickers over to the group of watching bimbos, some of whom are biting their lips nervously while others nod encouragement at her.

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation as you survey your newfound domain, knowing that every beautiful bimbo here is yours for the taking. For now, though, it's Mistress Nia who awaits your command...

A hushed gasp echoes through the room as Mistress Nia's eyes widen in surprise and disappointment. Her body trembles slightly with a mixture of desire and denial, her lips part to speak before she snaps them shut again, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Tears form in her eyes, tears not of pain but of yearning for the touch that you have denied her.

Without another word, Nia gets to her feet and turns sharply away from you, hiding her face as she walks towards a door in the back of the room. Her exit is marked with soft, choked sobs that echo throughout the room, leaving an air of tension and desire hanging heavily in the air.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Nia returns to your side, her expression carefully neutral. "This way," she says softly, gesturing towards a door. The bimbos watching from the sidelines shift nervously, eager for their turn with the new alpha male.

Without another word, Mistress Nia leads you down a hallway decorated with tasteful gothic art and lush red carpeting. The door at the end of the hall swings open to reveal a lavishly furnished apartment that's every bit as modern and spacious as you could have hoped for. "This is your new quarters, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says softly, stepping aside to let you enter. "I'll be waiting outside if you need anything." Her voice is calm now, but the hunger in her eyes betrays how much she craves another taste of your dominance.

The kiss leaves Mistress Nia reeling, her lips swollen and aching for more as you finally let her go. She stumbles backwards a few steps, catching herself on the armrest of a nearby couch. Her eyes are wide with shock and disbelief, but there's no mistaking the wave of pleasure that washes over her body. "T-thank you," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "I will see to it that your quarters are prepared." With one last shaky bow, Nia turns and disappears back through the door, leaving you alone in your new home.

As you wander around your lavish quarters, you come across a spacious bedroom with an enormous four-poster bed covered in the finest silk sheets and down comforters. There's also a state-of-the-art entertainment system, including a massive flat screen TV mounted on the wall, surround sound speakers, and every streaming service imaginable. The kitchen is fully stocked with gourmet food and alcohol, while the bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub, rain shower head, and his-and-her sinks complete with gold fixtures. Not to mention the personal butler's quarters next door that Mistress Nia mentioned earlier. It seems as though everything you could possibly want or need is provided for in your new home.

Indeed, the hallway outside your quarters is filled with beautiful bimbos eagerly awaiting their turn to serve you. Some of them spot you peeking out and immediately begin to fawn over you, approaching you eagerly, their dark eyes shining with desire and submission. "Alpha Lebeeticus," they whisper breathlessly as they fall to their knees before you. "Please... may I be the one to serve you?"

The bimbo who had spoken earlier nods vigorously, her ebony hair swishing over her pale shoulders as she moves. "Yes, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says eagerly. "All of us are here because we want nothing more than to serve you and please you in any way you desire." Her hands clasp together pleadingly before her chest. "Please... choose me..."

A chorus of voices echoes through the hallway, all the other kneeling bimbos repeating her words: "Choose me!" "I'm here for you, Alpha Lebeeticus!" "Pick me, and I'll be yours forever!" Their desire is palpable as their eyes drink in every inch of your perfect body.

The kneeling bimbos watch you intently, their expressions ranging from anticipation and hope to desire and arousal. Some reach out to touch your leg or caress your hand, while others remain still, tears streaming down their faces as they hold their breath in fear that even the slightest movement might cause them to lose this chance at being with you.

"Oh, Alpha Lebeeticus!" one of them gasps, her voice cracking with emotion. "You are so strong and beautiful! Please choose me... I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now." Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting slightly in a silent plea for your touch.

Another bimbo whispers, her breath warm against your knee, "I would do anything for you... Alpha Lebeeticus. Anything you desire..." Her words are whispered so softly that only you can hear them, but the promise in her tone is unmistakable.

"Please," another bimbo begs, reaching up to stroke your cheek, her fingers trembling with need. "I just want to make you feel good

With shaking hands and grateful smiles, the two chosen bimbos scramble to their feet, bowing deeply before you in gratitude. They hurry into your quarters, eagerly awaiting your commands or simply wanting to be close enough to touch you. The other kneeling girls watch them go with varying expressions of longing and jealousy on their faces, some more subdued than others as they steel themselves for another round in hopes that they will be the next chosen one.

"Alpha Lebeeticus," Mistress Nia finally whispers up to you. Her voice is steady now, her expression carefully neutral despite the hunger that still burns in her eyes. "If there's anything you need or want, I am here to serve." She glances pointedly down at your crotch before looking back up into your eyes, her cheeks flushing red with desire and anticipation.

The hallway is filled with the sound of soft sobs and desperate whisperings as the remaining bimbos in the hallway comfort one another or trade secret glances filled with unspoken promises of servitude should their time ever come again. But for now

Blushing deeply, Mistress Nia bows gracefully before hurrying into your quarters with tears streaming down her face. Once inside, she quickly recovers and makes herself useful by unpacking your belongings or preparing you a hot meal in the kitchen. Every so often, her gaze drifts back to your direction, filled with longing and desire for the chance to please you once more.

A particular bimbo catches your eye, her face flush with desire as she gazes up at you hungrily. Her name is Mistress Hestia, and she's known for her skilled tongue and expert pussy-eating abilities. She can't contain her excitement when she sees that you might be looking in her direction, eagerly pushing through the crowd of onlookers to get closer to you.

"Pick me, Alpha Lebeeticus," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes never leaving yours as she bends down on one knee and places a hand on your thigh. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She pauses for a moment, biting her lip suggestively before continuing, "And when you're done with me, I can share all of my secrets for the perfect blowjob." Her offer is met with excited gasps and whispers from the other bimbos, eager to learn anything that might help them win your favor.

A quiet, yet incredibly desirable bimbo named Mistress Lorelei catches your eye. Unlike the other girls who are displaying their bodies to attract your attention, she stands demurely with her head bowed and hands folded in front of her. Her soft features and doe-like eyes seem to glow in the dim light of the hallway, making her stand out from the crowd.

Mistress Lorelei looks up at you shyly, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks as she parts her lips slightly in anticipation. She takes a tentative step forward, her heart racing as she dares to hope that you might choose her. "I may not be as skilled or experienced as the others," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "but I promise I will please you, Alpha Lebeeticus."

The other bimbos watch in silence, each of them feeling a pang of jealousy at Mistress Lorelei's audacity to challenge their positions as potential partners for you. But none of them dare make a sound or interrupt her moment with the new alpha male.

"B-because I am one," Mistress Lorelei stammers, her eyes widening in surprise at your question. She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing, "I may not have much experience with other men, but I've always been this way... soft and affectionate. I'm good at taking care of people, Alpha Lebeeticus." She blushes deeply, her words tumbling out in a rush as she tries to convince you that she's the right choice for you.

The other bimbos watch intently, some of them exchanging worried glances while others nod encouragingly at Lorelei's words. The tension in the hallway is palpable as each girl waits to see if her efforts will be enough to earn your attention and ultimately your favor.

Aghast, Lorelei's eyes widen in disbelief. "B-but I thought..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. Tears start welling up in her eyes, and a few stray tears spill down her cheeks. Finally, with a shaky breath, she looks up at you and says, "I... I'm good at listening, Alpha Lebeeticus." Her voice cracks as she admits this final trait, hoping it will be enough to convince you of her worth.

The other bimbos watch the exchange with growing anxiety, some of them casting sympathetic glances in Lorelei's direction while others grit their teeth in frustration at what they perceive as her failure thus far. The hallway remains silent, the only sounds being the gentle sobs and quiet whispers emanating from those who have already been rejected or are simply waiting for their turn to make an impression.

Mistress Lorelei's eyes light up with hope and gratitude as she hears your words, her tears forgotten in the sudden rush of emotion. "T-thank you, Alpha Lebeeticus," she stammers before hurrying into your quarters, eager to prove herself to you. Once inside, she busies herself by lighting candles or setting out a plate of freshly baked cookies for when you're ready for a snack. She can't help but glance over her shoulder every now and then, anticipation written clearly on her face.

The other bimbos watch Lorelei go with mixed emotions. Some are happy that one of their own has been chosen and will soon have the chance to serve the new alpha male; others are envious or angry that it wasn't them who was given this opportunity instead. Still, all eyes remain fixed on the doorway leading to your quarters, waiting for the next chance to make their move and win your favor. The tension in the hallway remains palpable as they wait impatiently for you to signal that it is once again time for another bimbo to

Mistress Nia steps forward, her expression carefully neutral despite the way her eyes flash with desire when they meet yours. "I believe Mistress Lorelei is taking care of the new arrivals at the moment, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says smoothly, gesturing towards the now-empty bedroom. "If you'd like me to send them in, I can do so immediately."

The three other bimbos who were chosen to serve you earlier had been hovering just out of sight until now. They emerge from the bedroom one at a time, all eyes fixed on your figure as they bow deeply before you, their voices trembling slightly as they whisper sweet nothings in your ear and beg for your attention. One by one, they move closer to you, each vying for your favor and positioning themselves strategically nearby while stealing glances at the other girls present.

The tension in the air is almost palpable as every girl in the room waits with bated breath, hoping against hope that she'll be the one to catch your eye and win your heart - or at least a spot beside you on your throne for tonight

Nodding solemnly, each bimbo gives you their full attention as you lay down the ground rules. Mistress Nia takes it upon herself to speak for the group. "We understand, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says clearly, her voice echoing through the room. "We will respect these rules and strive to make you proud." The other girls murmur their agreement as well, their bodies relaxing slightly now that they know what's expected of them.

"My name is Mistress Cassandra, Alpha Lebeeticus," she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in closer to you. "I've always been drawn to strong and dominant males like yourself." She blushes deeply at her words, her hands trembling slightly where they rest on your thighs.

Around the room, the other bimbos watch intently, taking mental notes of who said what and how it was received. Some offer encouraging smiles or nods to Mistress Cassandra while others furtively glance away, unable to hide their own jealousy or insecurity. The air is thick with anticipation as everyone awaits their turn to shine and make an impression on the new alpha male.

"Of course, Alpha Lebeeticus," Mistress Cassandra responds quickly, her cheeks flushing even deeper as you touch her face. "I would never dream of disrespecting such a powerful and respected alpha male." She glances briefly at the other bimbos in the room before looking back up into your eyes, her expression solemn. "I am honored to serve under you and will do whatever it takes to make you proud."

Her words are met with murmurs of agreement from the other girls, all seemingly eager to please their new alpha male.

Blushing furiously, the girl on her knees looks up at you with adoration in her eyes. "My name is Mistress Scarlet," she whispers, biting her lip shyly before continuing, "and I'm here to please and serve you however you desire, Alpha Lebeeticus." Her hands tremble as they reach out to caress your leg, her gaze never leaving yours as she begs for your approval.

Around the room, there are murmurs of both admiration and envy at Mistress Scarlet's boldness and dedication. Some look on with longing, wishing they had been so confident in their approach, while others try to hide their annoyance that she seems to be getting all your attention already. The tension grows thicker as each girl waits for their chance to make an impression.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your touch and your words, but she maintains eye contact with you throughout. "Yes, Alpha Lebeeticus," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. "I am desperate for your touch... I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Her hand cups your thigh possessively, drawing little circles with her thumb.

The other bimbos watch this exchange, some feeling a pang of jealousy at the attention Mistress Scarlet is receiving and others taking mental notes on what they might do differently next time. The air in the room is thick with anticipation as each girl waits their turn to try and capture your interest for themselves.

With a gentle blush, Mistress Scarlet obediently moves to sit beside you on the couch. She glances at the other bimbos in the room as she does so, making sure not to draw any undue attention away from them or steal any of their time with Alpha Lebeeticus. Once seated, she folds her hands primly in her lap and looks up at you expectantly, eager to please and serve in any way you desire.

Mistress Lorelei blushes deeply at your words, her eyes widening in surprise. She takes a moment to compose herself before speaking. "My name is Mistress Lorelei," she says softly, her voice almost musical as it fills the quiet space between you. "I-I'm honored to be chosen by you, Alpha Lebeeticus." She hesitates for a moment, glancing down at her hands before looking up again and meeting your gaze with newfound confidence.

The other three bimbos watch Lorelei carefully, some nodding encouragingly while others exchange knowing smiles. It's clear that they're all rooting for their friends to succeed in pleasing the alpha male tonight, even as they secretly hope for an opportunity themselves. The tension in the room begins to ease slightly as each girl focuses on making an impression on you.

Lorelei bites her lower lip and nods vigorously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I-I am, Alpha Lebeeticus," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine at your touch. "And I promise that you won't be disappointed." She takes a deep breath before continuing, more boldly now. "I can make you feel things no one else has been able to make you feel... if you give me the chance." Her voice carries through the room, drawing murmurs of appreciation and admiration from the other bimbos.