#evil bitch

“I seriously cannot keep doing this, because getting from my apartment to campus every morning without a car is a complete nightmare of a routine. The bus is always late, the walk is miserable, and by the time I get to my first lecture my hair is frizzy, my shoes are damp, and I already want to go back to bed. I wish you weren’t at school at the other side of the city, then we could go together but I am going to ask around and see whether anyone wants to carpool, because I am done wasting half my life dragging myself across the city like some exhausted little goblin.”

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“You are going to hate this, because the person who offered me a ride was Sienna, and yes, I mean that Sienna, the gorgeous spoiled girl who struts around campus like she owns every building. I still cannot stand her smug face, her perfect curls, or those ridiculously expensive clothes she wears like she was born in them, but I need the lift badly enough that I said yes. Honestly I surprised her highness even offered the ride but if I have to sit in the back of her ridiculous luxury car and listen to her and her little clique talk for twenty minutes every morning, then fine, I will suffer through it.”

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“The ride was annoyingly pleasant, which is inconvenient because I wanted to keep hating her properly. Her car smelled amazing, the seats were warm before I even sat down, and when I glanced at myself in the window mirror I swear my skin looked clearer and my hair looked less hopeless than it had that morning. Sienna told me I had pretty eyes, Chloe said I was hiding a really good figure under those sad baggy jumpers, and Madison said I would look incredible if I straightened my hair. I still don’t know how truthful or sarcastic any of it was but obviously I spent the rest of the day thinking about it.”

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“I sat in the front seat today, because Sienna said she wanted to take more of me in, which I thought was a weird way of phrasing it. I thought I would feel intimated being in the hot seat but honestly the whole thing felt weirdly thrilling. Riding shotgun with her was like getting some weird approval from royalty and I know this is going to sound crazy but it was like the car approved too. It felt better up front. The mirror flap kept catching my reflection and making me look softer and prettier somehow, and by the time we got to campus I already felt, well, kind of hot. Then they dragged me shopping instead of class, Sienna picked out a fitted top, Chloe found a tiny skirt, Madison helped me with my makeup, and I actually heard myself say, ‘Don’t I look hawt in this new skirt and top?’ like some bratty little bitch, and honestly, I did.”

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“You know what is strange, I ended up driving Sienna’s car this morning after she complained she was too tired and needed both hands free to fix her makeup, and the second I put my hands on the wheel it felt so damn right. I thought riding as a passenger felt good, being the driver feels like getting supercharged. The car must be some smart AI car or something because the seat shifted for me, the mirrors angled perfectly, and I got this rush like the car was purring under me, as though it preferred me in charge, like for a brief moment I was the queen bee. I think it may have gone to my head because when some plain girl clipped my shoulder outside the library I made her apologise in front of everyone, which was mean, yes, but it was also satisfying as hell.”

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“I drove again today, Sienna was nursing a hangover, and now I am starting to think there is something about that car, because every time I get behind the wheel I end up looking better by the time I get out. My hair was straighter, my waist looked tighter in this red mini dress, my lips looked fuller. Like don’t my tits look amazing? It’s probably some extra feature Sienna paid for that adds a filter to the mirrors but I can’t say that it’s not a huge ego boost. When some bitch at the coffee shop tried to cut in front of me, I told her she should worry less about getting a coffee and more about that tragic cheap blouse, and Chloe and Madison nearly cried laughing, which only made me feel hotter. Sienna meanwhile only gave a little chuckle.”

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“I am starting to understand what Sienna really is, and that is not some natural born queen, it is just the girl who happened to be sitting in the right seat for long enough. I took the keys from her today and insisted I drive and she didn’t even put up a fight. How pathetic is that? I think the car likes me more anyway. She looked tired, drained even. Her hair looked flatter, her makeup was not hitting quite the same, and even her voice sounded weaker when she snapped at people. Meanwhile I looked fucking unreal. Don’t I look like an absolute baddie? I know you agree because I see that bulge in your pants baby but you can’t have any tonight because I have to attend the sorority mixer. I practically organized the whole thing because Sienna has been dropping the ball so much lately. I can’t believe she wastes power she clearly does not deserve. Anyway don’t wait up!”

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“You keep saying I sound arrogant like it’s a bad thing, I can’t help it if saying I’m an alpha bitch sounds conceded when it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true. Even the car! It unlocks for me before I reach it now, the music starts on my playlist, and Chloe and Madison look at me for instructions before they even glance at Sienna, who by the way has been relegated to being in the back seat with Chloe and Madison rotating the seat next to me. It’s adorable how they are vying for my attention. Which is hilarious when you remember whose car it technically is. I think it was making Sienna seethe with jealously because she tried to make a crack about Chloe’s shoes. I told her to shut the fuck up because her tantrum was boring. The girls laughed, and the look on Sienna’s face was so wounded and pathetic that I nearly smiled all through lunch.”



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“Sienna tried to reclaim the driver’s seat this morning, which was cute in a desperate little washed up bitch sort of way. She was saying some nonsense about how she only offered me a ride in the first place so she could drain my smarts but the car turned against her. Honestly it was cringe. I told her she didn’t deserve the car and that I would be taking it off her hands now. I handed her the registration I told her to sign it over to me. She tried to argue but I told her I would step on her neck with my heel until she changed it. She signed it fast after that. I slid into the drivers seat as its new owner and smiled through the window and drove off as I watched Sienna stay sobbing on the sidewalk. It is my car now, my clique, my campus, and frankly she should be grateful I only left her stranded instead of humiliating her properly.”

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“Oh, stop staring at me like I have broken your heart, because this is honestly the funniest part of the whole thing. I am the hottest, best dressed, most feared bitch on campus, I drive up like I own the fucking university, and people practically trip over themselves to please me, and you expect me to stay being your girlfriend? I cannot be seen with a loser like you anymore, and I definitely cannot drag around some boyfriend who remembers when I was a shy, frizzy haired nobody begging for bus fare, so I am dumping you before your mediocrity stains my reputation. That girl is dead, darling, and the new queen bee standing in front of you would not piss on you if you were on fire, so do us both a favour and get lost before I start laughing.”

The front door clicks open at 7:43 PM.

You're curled on the sofa with a glass of wine, waiting for Marcus to come home from his big meeting—the one about his promotion to senior analyst. You've been married three years. He's kind. Gentle. The sort of man who brings you flowers on Tuesdays for no reason.

But something's wrong tonight.

You hear heels. Sharp. Clicking against your hardwood floors.

"Babe?" you call out, sitting up.

The woman who rounds the corner isn't your husband.

She's young. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Blonde hair cascading in perfect beach waves past her shoulders. Tight, tanned body poured into a white top and plaid skirt that barely covers the curve of her ass. Her breasts—round, full, obscenely perky—strain against the fabric. She's got legs that go on forever, ending in red-soled Louboutins that probably cost more than your monthly mortgage.

And she's looking at you with Marcus's eyes.

"Hey, wifey," she says. Her voice is high. Musical. Dripping with mockery. "Miss me?"

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I'm never finishing this sorry guys 🥺🥺

Maddie hummed softly as she folded another sweater into the cardboard box, late afternoon sun filtering through the grand windows of her step-mother’s mansion. 

Maddie was born into wealth and her late father’s estate was vast, and it now belonged to her step-mother, Miranda. Maddie had always despised how money changed and warped people. She had hated growing up in wealth and rather preferred thrift stores and quiet joys over opulence. “Money’s the root of all evil,” she’d often say to people. She believed money corrupted nice souls and turned them greedy and vain. 

She would often volunteer at homeless shelters, charity events, or reading poetry for people in parks. 

But her true happiness in life was Alex, and now they were finally going to move in together. Their new apartment was small and nothing special, but Maddie was happy about that. She couldn’t wait to move out of the mansion.

Alex, her boyfriend of the last two years, stood beside her, packing her books with care. He worked part-time at a local store and didn’t have much money. He came from a poor background and had met Maddie at a charity event and they had talked all night and had been together ever since. Alex loved to play guitar and was always dreaming of starting his own charity organisation and would never stop talking about it.

He never desired money or material things and shared Maddie’s disdain for wealth. “Life’s about love and music, not bank accounts,” he used to say.

“Almost done, babe?” Alex asked, grinning as he taped a box shut. “Can’t wait to get to our new apartment. No more echoing halls or judgmental stares.”

Maddie laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “Me too. This place is a museum, vain, cold, and empty. With you, even a shoebox feels like home.”

He pulled her close. “You’re amazing, you know that? Leaving all this behind for me. Most girls would choose the mansion life.”

She shook her head. “Most girls don’t know what’s real. You are. Our picnics, your songs, helping at the shelter together, that’s worth more than any fortune. Money corrupts people. Look at Miranda.”

Alex nodded, glancing toward the door. “Yeah. She’s… intense. But hey, we’re out soon. Just grab your stuff and go.”

They worked in companionable silence, Maddie pausing to hold up a photo of them at a soccer game, her cheering with popcorn while Alex played. “Remember this? You scored two times. Best day ever.”

Alex smiled. “Because of you. I love you, Maddie, more than anything.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, eyes shining. “Forever.”

A knock echoed, sharp, impatient. Maddie’s step-mom, Miranda, entered. She was the complete opposite of Maddie. She was ruthless, greedy, a manipulative uber-bitch who cared only for herself, money, power, and sex.

“Darling Maddison,” Miranda purred, voice arrogant. “Packing your rags? How quaint.”

Maddie hated when she called her Maddison, and she hated everything about her step-mother. She was happy to leave this place and never come back.

“We’re leaving, Miranda. Thanks for… nothing.”

Miranda laughed, cruel and mocking. “Leaving for that dump with your pauper boyfriend? Sweetie, you’re wasting your potential. But before you go, I have something for you, dear. Call it a housewarming gift.” She held out a black velvet box. “For my dear stepdaughter.”

Maddie was surprised. Miranda had never given her anything, not even on her birthday. She eyed it warily. “I don’t want anything from you.”

Miranda smirked. “Humor me. It’s just a necklace. It’s harmless, and at least you will have something nice in that tiny new apartment of yours.”

Alex stepped forward. “Babe, you don’t have to take that from her anymore.”

But Maddie, curious despite herself, opened it.

It was a gold chain with a ruby heart pendant glowing faintly. “It’s… pretty. But why?”

“Wear it,” Miranda urged. “It’ll bring you clarity.”

Maddie didn’t really want to wear it, it was too fancy, too expensive, and not her style at all, but when she looked at it and held it in her hands, she felt something… strange. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted to wear it. Miranda watched her with a sinister smile, and Alex felt something was wrong.

Maddie fastened it around her neck, and then a sudden warmth spread all over her body, pleasant at first.

“See, you look better already,” Miranda purred.

Maddie closed her eyes; the warmth grew stronger, and she suddenly started to feel… horny, really horny, and then strange thoughts started to appear in her mind.

You’re too good for this. That poor boy? Tiny apartment? Pathetic. You deserve wealth, power, mansions. Men who worship you and give you whatever you desire.

Maddie blinked, tried to shake it off, but something about all this just felt too good. The new thoughts, the growing horniness, but she knew it was wrong. She gasped. “Alex… I feel weird. Something is wrong.”

Alex looked concerned. 

“Take it off, babe,” he said, but then he looked at her in disbelief as her body started to change.

Platinum blonde strands of hair started to form, makeup took form on her face, and her breasts started to grow.

“Look… it’s changing me. I look… stunning.” Excitement bubbled in her. “This can’t be real, but… I feel incredible. Like I could have anything.” She said as new desires took form in her.

Miranda stood silent, watching, loving the show, but Alex’s eyes widened in fear. “Babe, your hair… your face… this isn’t you. You need to get that necklace off!”

She twirled and jeans shifted to a black leather skirt, sweater to low-cut blouse. More strands of platinum hair appeared on her head, more makeup took form on her face, and her breasts swelled even more. 

“No… it’s amazing. I can hardly believe it, but I love this. Look at me! I look beautiful, sexy even.”Her hips swayed seductively.

Then more naughty thoughts hit her brain.

Alex is pathetic. He is a poor loser. You need rich alphas. Men to manipulate. To break. Be cruel. Be vain. Be perfect.

But this made Maddie wake up from her bliss. “No… stop… This isn’t right. Alex is good. I love him!” She clawed the clasp; it was stuck. “Alex! Help me!”

Alex tugged. “It’s locked. Maddie, fight it! You’re strong. Our love is strong. Together we can fight this!”

Maddie tried, but more and more evil thoughts crept into her mind.

Love? Weakness. Seduce the rich and powerful. Divorce them. Blackmail them. Take all their wealth and power. Humiliate betas like Alex. Be a bitch.

Maddie moaned, thighs slick. “I see it… rich men begging for my attention. Me taking all their wealth and power… Delicious… No! What is happening to me?! Alex, hold me. I won’t give in to this evil.”

He hugged her and held her hands. “You’re my Maddie, kind, sweet, caring. We hate the corruption money brings. We do charity, we help people, and most important, we love each other. Fight it, Maddie! I believe in you.”

Miranda laughed at Alex’s attempt to save Maddie.

“You fool! Love won’t save her. She is finally becoming something of value, someone I actually can be proud to call my step-daughter. Give in, Maddie, dear. You know you want to,” she purred.

“You evil bitch! I won’t let you do this to her. She is much stronger than you think. She will never become anything close to you!” Alex screamed in anger.

But while they were arguing, visions bombarded Maddie’s mind. Visions of fucking rich married CEOs and blackmailing them for money after, marrying rich and powerful men and divorcing them and taking all their wealth, caging cocks of pathetic men, mocking wives and stealing their husbands. 

“Oh fuck… sooo tempting. The power… the sex… the money…. Mmmm, it’s all sooo delicious…. but so wrong! I need to fight this! I can’t hurt people. I’m good!” She screamed out loud.

Good is boring and pathetic. Embrace the evil. Become who you truly are. Become the bitch. Embrace it, Maddison, and be the bitch queen.

“Maddison? That’s… me.” She said in excitement. For the first time in her life she loved to be referred to as Maddison and thought Maddie sounded kinda boring.

Alex tried to reason with her. “Babe, remember our dreams, our new apartment, all our charity. Remember our love!”

Miranda watched, smirking. “See him for what he truly is, Maddison. He is pathetic, poor. He is dragging you down. You can be so much more, embrace your new emotions, become like me.”

Maddie looked at Alex, and he seemed smaller somehow. “You… hold me back… I deserve more…. No! I love you…. I think…” she said while trying her best to cling on to what was left of her old self. 

By now she didn’t even look like Maddie anymore; her hair had become completely platinum, her face was covered in makeup, her tits were huge, and her clothes had become a tight black leather dress showing off her new figure.

She almost couldn’t resist anymore, and new evil thoughts kept pouring into her mind.

Love him? Him? Better to humiliate him. Cage him. He is beneath you.

“I can’t resist this anymore! I am sorry, Alex!”

“Babe, please. Remember us, our love, you are my everything…” He said as he looked at her with tears in his eyes as she pulled away from him and let go of his hands.

Maddie looked at him one last time with kind eyes before her eyes grew cold and changed forever.

“Oh fuck yes… this feels too good. I want it ALL! The power! The money! The sex! Fuck charity and kindness!” Maddie screamed in evil delight.

“FUCK YES! I’M MADDISON! I’M CRUEL! I’M GREEDY! I’M A SEDUCTIVE EVIL BITCH AND I LOVE IT!”

Alex backed away, not believing his own eyes. “Maddie, no! Don’t give in; we can still fight this!”

Maddison looked at him in a cold, mocking way. She tilted her head, and a wicked smile took form on her lips.

“Well, look at you still trying to save poor good little Maddie. It’s hilarious. You really are sooo pathetic, you know that? You look like a total loser, can hardly afford your own clothes, play that ugly guitar, sing stupid shitty songs, and think people would give a fuck. It’s sooo sad, if you weren’t such a fucking loser, I would almost feel sorry for you. You have no money, no life, and now you don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” She laughed mockingly and loved the way his face got covered in tears.

He shook his head. “No… This isn’t you!”

She grabbed his shirt. “Oh, but it is. It’s the real me, the better me. And you’re nothing. Weak, pathetic, poor. You’re not even worthy of being in my presence. But… I am feeling generous, so I will let you stay, after I have given you a little makeover.” She laughed, holding the pendant as it glowed, and she touched his head.

Alex suddenly felt very weak, and his mind was bombarded with commands.

Obey Maddison. She is your queen. Worship her perfection. You are pathetic.

Alex resisted with the little strength he had left. “No… please don’t do this… I love you… Maddie…”

“Oh, you are just so pathetic, my little simp. Soon you will forget all about those pathetic little songs you wrote, all that disgusting charity, and all about sweet Maddie. The only thing you will think about is how to please me, how you will do everything just to be near me as I humiliate you and break you as you worship my perfection.”

Alex wanted to resist, but the power was too strong, and the more he tried to resist, the stronger the power grew.

Obey. You are Maddison’s property. You are nothing. You only exist to serve your mistress.

He blinked, and all of his memories of charity, his music, and his love for Maddie vanished. All he could think of was how to serve and worship Mistress Maddison.

“That’s it. You belong to me now, don’t you, pet?” Maddison said playfully.

“Yes… Mistress Maddison. I am yours. I live to please you. I am nothing. I am pathetic. I live only to serve and worship my perfect and superior Mistress,” he said as he sat on his knees before her and looked up at her with admiration.

She smirked. “Good boy. Now time to get that little dick of yours in a cage.” She laughed and locked him up and made him thank her for it.

Miranda watched it all, and for the first time in her life, she was proud of her step-daughter.

Maddison turned to Miranda. “Thanks so much for the gift, Miranda. I feel so much better now. Thank you for letting me see what a pathetic mess I used to be and making me the perfection I now am.”

Miranda beamed. “Oh, my dear Maddison, I am so proud of you, darling. You’re like me now. Together we can seduce the richest and most powerful and make them beg for our attention as we take all their money and property.”

Maddison laughed. “Together? Fuck that. There can only be one superior bitch. So thank you again for making me into this perfect bitch, but now I don’t need you anymore.” Maddison said as she smiled and took her hand on Miranda’s head and held the glowing pendant.

“No! I made you, you evil bitch! Release me!” Miranda screamed, but then her mind was bombarded with new commands.

You are nothing. You live to serve. You are Maddison’s property. You worship your mistress and love to obey her every command.

Miranda tried to resist, but the power was too strong, and suddenly she started to smile and giggle and embrace all the commands.

Maddison let go of her scalp, and Miranda knelt before her.

“So who do you serve?” Maddison asked playfully.

Miranda giggled and looked up to Maddison in devotion. “Mistress Maddison. I love to serve Mistress Maddison.” She giggled.

Maddison laughed and looked down at Alex and Miranda.

“Well, look at that. Looks like I have two new pets. Hmmm, from now on Alex will be called Bitch-Boy and will be my slave, you will do whatever I command and lick me clean whenever I have fucked real men. And Miranda, you can be called Count-Slut and be my new maid. See? Isn’t that sooo much better than what you used to be? And you are allowed to be in my presence, and I get a slave and a maid—win-win, right?” Maddison said mockingly, and Alex, now Bitch-Boy, and Miranda, now Count-Slut, said “Yes, Mistress Maddison” in unison.

“Good pets. So Count-Slut, start cleaning the house, we will have some rich guests over tonight. And Bitch-Boy, get in your cage. I don’t need you now.” Maddison said as she walked upstairs and took over Miranda’s old bedroom and pleasured herself to her own mirror image.

Months later, Maddison lounged in her stolen mansion, her manicured nails tapped her phone, another divorce finalized, millions added to her bank account.

Bitch-Boy crawled over to her. “Mistress Maddison… what do you command of me?”

She kicked him lightly. “Lick my boots, worm. And thank me for ruining you.”

“Thank you so much, Mistress… Bitch-Boy loves obeying…”

Count-Slut dusted in a skimpy maid outfit. “All clean, Mistress. A handsome wealthy man is waiting by the door, should I let him in?”

Maddison laughed. “Yes, slut. And when I am finished with him, maybe I’ll let you suck him off.”

Maddison loved how her life had become.

She’d seduced and divorced five rich men in a year. Fucked countless married men, shattering homes and breaking marriages, and no one was able to resist her. “Oh, I am such a nasty, evil, greedy bitch. I love it,” she said to her own reflection as she was wondering what to do with the last man she fucked that was passed out in her bed. Should she marry him and divorce him later, enslave him, or just destroy his marriage? “Why not all three,” she laughed to herself and woke him up to his new future.

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