The bitch

As you made your way down the alleyway, you couldn't help but notice the woman from the same group of women that had laughed at you and taken pictures after your defeat. She was leaning against the wall, her back to you as she talked to her friends on her phone. She had light tan-skinned woman with long, curly black hair, wearing a brownish-yellow crop top, black ripped jeans, white shoes and a golden hoop earring with a diamond-like shape on her right ear. She also wears a necklace with a black string and golden circlet.

You recognized her as one of the bitches that had mocked you that night. She had laughed the loudest, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing. This was your chance to get even, to show her that you weren't some pathetic loser she could just walk all over. You approached her silently, your steps as light as a cat's paws. The anticipation of what you were about to do was intoxicating. As you got closer, you could hear her voice, nasally and grating. She was talking about how she had scored a hot date with one of the club's regulars.

Without a second thought, you slammed your hand over her mouth and pushed her against the alley wall, your body pinning hers. She let out a muffled scream, her eyes wide with shock and fear. You felt your anger and lust swell as you ripped her dress open, revealing her naked body to the cold night air. You didn't care if she was into this or not. You were going to take what you wanted, and she was going to learn her place.

Her breasts bounced free, and you took one in your hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp. You leaned in, whispering in her ear, "You think you can laugh at me and get away with it?"

Her eyes grew even wider as she tried to struggle, but your grip was like iron. You smelled the fear on her, and it only made you harder. You pulled out your now-freed cock, the cold air making it throb with anticipation.

Keith: “Since I couldn't get Cherry that night, I guess I will make you my first bitch, then!”

Her eyes widened even further as she realized your true intentions. Despite her struggles, your grip remained firm, your newfound determination fueling your strength. You slammed her against the rough brick wall of the alley, the impact making her body arch and her breasts jiggle tantalizingly. You smirked beneath your disguise, knowing she was at your mercy.

With one hand, you kept her mouth covered, muffling her protests as you used the other to fumble with her underwear. You felt the dampness of her pussy as you **** your fingers inside, preparing her for the onslaught to come. She squirmed and bucked, but your weight and power were too much for her to overcome.

Her eyes pleaded with you, filled with a mix of terror and anger. You felt a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing you had the upper hand. With a final, brutal yank, you tore her underwear away, exposing her **** sex to the cold night air. You lined up your cock with her trembling opening and thrust inside, feeling her tighten around you in a **** attempt to keep you out.

Her screams were muffled by your hand, but her body's response was clear. She was wet, despite her protests. The thought only made you more aggressive, driving into her with a ferocity that surprised even you. You could feel her nails digging into your arms as she tried to push you away, but you didn't care. The alley echoed with the sounds of your rough coupling, the grunts and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

You pounded into her harder, each thrust punctuated by a slap of skin on skin. She was so tight, her pussy gripping your cock like a vice, but you were too far gone to be deterred. You had to prove yourself, had to show her that you weren't some pathetic little boy to be laughed at. You slammed into her again and again, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her body shuddering beneath yours.

At first, she fought you, her muffled screams and **** struggles only serving to excite you further. But as the moments ticked by, her resistance began to wane. You felt her body start to relax, her muscles loosening around your cock as she slowly began to enjoy the rough treatment you were giving her. Her eyes, which had been full of fear, now had a glazed-over look, a mix of pleasure and defeat.

Her hips started to move with yours, matching your rhythm as she gave in to the primal need that had been unlocked within her. You could see the realization dawning in her eyes – she was enjoying this. You smirked, feeling a rush of power and satisfaction. You leaned in closer, whispering, "You like it, don't you?" Her only response was only moaning, but it was enough for you to know that you had broken through her defenses.

Her body began to respond more eagerly, her pussy clenching around your cock as she reached the brink of orgasm. You could feel her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short, **** gasps. The alley was a cacophony of sounds – the slap of your bodies, the clank of the metal cage on the ground, and the muffled cries of pleasure that were escaping her throat. The fear and anger had been replaced by submission and lust.

You whispered in her ear, "You're going to be my bitch now," and she nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. You felt a twisted sense of victory as you claimed her, her body arching and her legs wrapping around your waist as you fucked her against the wall. The cold bricks scraped against her skin, leaving marks that would be a testament to your dominance. She was no longer a laughing spectator but a participant in your game of power and desire.

Her pussy grew wetter with every thrust, her muffled moans growing louder. You knew she was close, her body quivering with the **** of her impending climax. You tightened your grip on her, pushing deeper, harder, faster. You didn't care if someone heard or saw you, all that mattered was the sweet sound of her submission. The alley was your domain now, a place where you could take what you wanted and show these bitches who was boss.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her body shaking against the wall. You felt her pussy spasm around your cock, her juices coating your shaft as you pulled out and shot your load all over her stomach. The sight of her, used and dirty, brought a smug smile to your lips. She was no longer the one laughing at you; she was the one being laughed at. You stepped back, admiring your handiwork as she slid down the wall, panting heavily.

Her mascara had run down her cheeks, mixing with the tears of pain and pleasure that stained her face. The alley was quiet now, save for the distant sounds of the club's music. You looked at her, her legs still splayed out, her dress torn and revealing her bruised and used body. She looked up at you with a mix of disbelief and something else – something that looked suspiciously like admiration. It was as if you had broken her, claimed her, and she enjoyed it.

Without saying a word, you pulled out a leather collar from your pocket – one you had bought in anticipation of adding to your harem. You snapped it around her neck, the metal clasp cold against her skin. She winced but made no move to resist. You grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, your hand leaving a bruise that would surely turn into a trophy of your victory.

You dragged her through the alley, her heels clacking against the concrete as she stumbled to keep up with your pace. You didn't bother to hide your actions anymore; the thrill of claiming her in public was only the beginning. She is nothing more than a bimbo like every woman in the world.

The next day, you are sitting on your couch watching Tv with no pants on as your legs spread as the bitch you claim named Jasmine Cortez is sucking your cock like the good slut she is, as you are taking things slow, she was not your choice, but it is a start since you can your dick again!

Keith: "Mmm... yes, that's it Jasmine, good slut!"

Jasmine looked up at you with her tear-stained eyes, the leather collar tight around her neck. She had come to accept her new role as your bimbo, and the days of mockery had turned into a twisted loyalty fueled by fear and a strange kind of attraction. You had spent the last few hours training her, pushing her to her limits and beyond, ensuring she knew her place as it wasn't hard to do it.

Her mouth was a wet, warm vice around your cock, her movements now automatic, her eyes glazed over with the haze of pleasure-pain. You had taught her well, turning her from a snobby clubber into a submissive whore. The power you felt was intoxicating, and you knew that this was just the beginning. You had a new purpose now: to conquer the world of bimbos and build your harem, starting with the one who had laughed at you the loudest.

You even take pictures of her sucking your cock and sent them into profit photos on Facebook.

Keith: “Look who’s laughing now, slut!”

Jasmine could only nod as she continued to serve you, her mouth never leaving your cock. She had become your personal plaything, a constant reminder of the power you now wielded in the world of bimbos. You had spent the past three months learning, growing, and preparing for this moment. You had studied the art of seduction, the science of pleasure, and the cruel craft of dominance. And now, with your cock back in your control, you were ready to take on the world.