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Latex Queen Bee: Hierarchy
The morning had suddenly woken the detective. He was still in the basement and was living there with the other bee slaves. For so much time the only reason for him to not do anything at all regarding his status was to actually get more and more information. So far, he had started doing the work in trying to differentiate everyone and think of the ones he already saw on the materials with missing people.
In his mind he already started ruminating. ‘’Ok so there is Curly and another boy, whose identity I don’t know at all. As for girls there are Myra, the right hand of the queen, the nerdy girl, and the blonde tomboyish one… I am the most recent addition and nobody else had been added up to this point, which is good… I just need to know what to do and how to get out…’’ the detective kept thinking to himself, with some of his mind still intact even after all that happened and after the several hypnosis sessions he already went through.
Beatrice would not let him out of her firm dominant grasp one way or another. The extremely dominant woman would do anything to keep all of her rubber bees on their collars, tugging the leash for everyone and never even letting a single thought about leaving appear.
The walls were padded with beautiful bright yellow rubber, each and single centimeter of the basement was covered with shiny material to only give the rubber bees more ways to understand how much their queen loved the squeaky material, and indeed she was a gorgeous and beautiful enthusiast in that regard. Any kind of rubber clothing looked absolutely gracious on her body, and it was either her beautiful appearance that made this possible, or just the fact that the bees had already went through so much training that it was impossible to even think. All of them creaked in their tight rubber suits and derived pleasure from each and single squirk of the nicely-polished latex.
Some noise could be heard from above, as the padlock for the basement was unlocked and all of the bees quietly sat on their places. At no point would anyone disturb this beautiful moment for their queen.
Myra was the very first one to come inside. There was something quite aggressive and even assertive about her. As if she had to dominate to live. The beautiful young lady was wearing a black and yellow striped rubber catsuit and also a pair of chunky yellow rubber boots. The detective tried to at least focus on some of her features. The girl had middle-length light brown hair which was down to her shoulders, slightly curled at the ends. The eyes of hers were hazel and always looked like they were frowning. Something about her always screamed that she wanted to punish others, to keep them in perfect condition only with the use of physical and psychological punishment.
Looking at the detective, she immediately frowned at him and stuck her tongue out, teasing him and only showing her disappointment in him. And yet the queen was yet to come in, as the clicking of the heels made everyone look down in pure subjugation and acceptance of their roles.
Beatrice was the absolute center of the hive, its queen. She was the psychological, structural and visual leader. The strangeness in her personality was usually stemming from how others saw her at first and just how much she changed in front of them as soon as she was given the slightest chance to show her actual power and dominance.
The queen of the hive was pretty slim and tall. The hair of hers was tied into a large braid, consisting of two colors, yellowish blonde and black, creating a beautiful contrast of dark and bright, perhaps showing beautifully how the bright and cheerful mature lady turned into someone ready to make others squeal in submission and beg for mercy.
The outfit of the queen consisted of the latex catsuit, with the contrast of it being created just with the help of two colors, the thick black and yellow stripes made it clear that in front of the bee slaves was their one and only queen.
The rubber boots of the queen were up to her knees and had the same pattern as the latex catsuit. As for the elbow gloves on her hands, the one on the left hand was black, the one on the right hand was yellow, as if yet again the contrast of colors had to remind of itself and be appreciated and seen as something sacred.
The shoulder tops of the catsuit were slightly puffed, definitely giving her a very unique look, so that she was different from anyone else and could always be easily recognized at least by this detail, if not the crown on her head. The other element nobody else had was a thick rubber corset with the striped pattern, which was making her waist look narrower and curvier, with the corset pushing on her breasts and bottom, making them look bigger.
Looking into her brown eyes, the detective already once again remembers just how much she wanted to erase all of his previous memories, and yet each and every time this turned out to be a failure. One way or another, he was still going to remember everything at least slightly.
The queen put her hands on her waist and looked at all of her bees. ‘’Today you are staying on the upper floors for most of the day. I do not know what you are going to be doing, but if any single one of you breaks at least one rule – that is either a year of chastity or another kind of severe punishment that you will deserve. Now, each one of you will come up and first go to the bathroom, and then you can do whatever you want. I allow only some freedom for you, do not overuse it and do not abuse it.’’ The queen said, as some of the drones got even lower in their position, showing even more submission on their side.
And indeed, now everyone had the chance to go upstairs. The detective was chosen to be the first one to come to the first floor. The procedure looked like this. While the queen was still in the basement, the bees were walked upstairs one by one by Myra, who then also pointed at the restroom in case its location was forgotten.
Now the detective only had to think of a proper way to at least partially come out of the catsuit to do what had to be done. Being on the first floor always felt like something very strange to him. He did come out every now and then just like the other drones, but even the single sensation of seeing everything the same way he saw for the very first day that he came to this building was strange.
All of the other drones had also gone upstairs by this point, with most of them spending the time in the living room. Not all of them could be seen in a single room. The queen decided to get some time of relaxation and saw on the couch, watching the TV, as some of the other drones also focused on… the documentary about bees, which was definitely expectable in such household.
The detective was now in the kitchen, sitting along with the two girls, as Myra was doing something on her own, and the boy was in the company of a girl with long dark hair, also having a yellow hairband on top of her head, a pair of round glasses that made her look even nerdier, and her general demeanor was definitely not something that one would expect to see among such extremely strange and fetishistic picture.
‘’May I… ask who you both are? I do not know everyone here and it is not often that we get the chance to talk.’’ The detective said, as the nerdy girl blushed a bit and shrugged her shoulders, as she stopped reading the book and now focused on the latex-clad male drone sitting at the same table. It looked like perhaps they now even forgot about the fact that sitting at the table was… quite a privilege to say the least, so perhaps the queen really was very merciful and decided to show some of her kindness.
The nerdy girl fixed her pair of glasses, blushing a bit as she did not speak much. A quiet and gentle voice said only one phrase. ‘’My name is Clarity… I know why you are here, do know that I am fine in this place and do like what is happening… I have never gotten so much attention as I am getting now.’’ The girl said, as by the end of her little dialogue a blush became even more present and, on her face, appeared a perverted smile, definitely content and full of any kind of fantasies that someone like her would have.
For the detective this was… strange to say the least. Not only did she clearly stated she liked being here, but it also looked like she did enjoy what was happening around. Despite all the bondage she had to go through, despite all of the punishments and everything else.
The blondie siting on the opposite side of the table frowned a bit and looked at the detective like if he was going to ruin everything once and for all. Her demeanor was the complete opposite. The latex-clad girl with long blonde hair looked at the boy next to her and got closer. ‘’Ava, you are more than welcome to stay here with us. But do know that female drones are higher in the hierarchy.’’ Said the tomboyish girl, only showing her nature more and more as she crossed her arms on the level of her chest and tried to physically dominate the detective, since she did look like she was taller than him.
‘’I… do not have the intentions of breaking the rules of hierarchy in any way, I am very sorry, Ava. Do not get my intentions wrong.’’ The boy continued, as he seemed to hit her soft spot, with the girl now smiling at him and gently petting him on the hair. ‘’Well then, with such manners you will definitely be a good drone.’’ Said the girl, as Myra came into the kitchen and looked at everyone, especially at the detective as she started drilling him with her gaze. ‘’I hope you are not trying to get deeper into knowing who was brought her after whom, or who is her involuntarily. You know nothing of what is happening, and so let’s keep it that way.’’ Said the right hand of the queen, as detective only had the choice to nod his head in agreement. ‘’I know, mistress Myra. I do not have such plans.’’ The boy responded, seeing how the right hand still not believe him at all, thinking that someone like him would be more than happy to try and look at all of this as a puzzle to be solved, trying to get the names of everyone, getting to know what they were like so that describing their personalities and manners was easier.
And yet it’s not like any of this would be possible in the first place, would it?
The girls looked at what was happening in the neighboring room, as their gazes caught something they did not even intend to see, but for sure they were more than happy to see something so intense and lewd.
The queen was sitting on the couch, keeping her legs apart, as she straightened both of them forward, making a bit more focus on her rubber boots. ‘’I see no reason to wear them now. Help your queen, drones.’’ The luscious and beautiful mature woman said as the two drones besides her could be seen quite well now.
Curly was on the left side from her, he was indistinguishable from a beautiful lady, he had long black curly hair, cute freckles on the face and a beautiful feminine face with soft and gentle features. The perfect drone for the queen who was more than happy to show her dominance even for the smallest little mishaps that were not done on purpose. Beatrice sure loved reminding Curly of only a single time he made her coffee too sweet.
The boy on the other side looked quite similar in that regard. He had a fair and gentle skin, the hair of his was dyed into blonde and was quite fluffy. It was nearly impossible for him to hide his arousal and the servitude for his queen was perhaps the most beloved activity of his. With his mind completely overfilled with her and nothing else at all. No matter how much he tried to even hide just how much he loved to serve his queen, he failed miserably and just showed how much he loved to be punished. The blue eyes of his looked at the queen, as he winked and moved his long eyelashes. A pathological pervert who always had to be controlled one way or another, otherwise all of this arousal would be used for something else.
Ava did not hesitate and quickly touched detective to get his attention, as otherwise he would probably think only of that moment he had in front of his eyes, as he had already missed all that the girls had discussed with one another. Myra was in another room and so there was at least a tiny bit more freedom.
‘’That here is Bailey. I think that the queen herself told us several times that he was the one who came to her. He really wanted to get her attention and so she decided to play a kind and lovely lady. Little did he know, he would later be permanently chastised and kept as a boot cleaner. Mostly has cleaning roles, but the queen sure presses him a lot whenever she gets the chance to.’’ Ava said, as she quickly pointed at the blonde-haired boy who was already completely lost in the moment.
The drones of the queen had already been in the process of taking off her boots. Undoing the laces one by one, they were to reveal what they loved to get as a reward every now and then. The queen sure knew how to properly punish her drones, but she also knew how to reward them well, even if this looked just like a yet another little order.
With the boots undone, both of the drones tried to synchronize and take them off at the same time. The queen closed her eyes and relaxed. A smile on her face sure showed that she felt better without such weight on her feet. Now everyone could see that the queen was wearing something even on top of her striped rubber catsuit. The feet of the bee queen had been covered in similar-styled latex socks which were up to her ankles, but it looked like there were far more stripes, with all of them being quite thin, but definitely very easy to notice because of the contrast.
Bailey then put the boots on the floor and started licking them, showing just how much, he loved what was worn by his queen, just how much he loved his queen and just how much he wanted to serve her. This was just the least he could do. And only now at this point the detective could see that perhaps… everyone here was not really against what was happening and the hierarchy was not supported only by Beatrice, it was also established and maintained by the ones kept inside.
The feminine and perverted Bailey then got on all fours, still continuing to clean the rubber boots worn by his queen as he could still feel their warmth, feel just how stuffy they were on the inside and the single sensation of this was driving him crazy, so he was perfect for the role. And not only was he good as a cleaner, he also made a very good footrest. While the queen put her left foot on Bailey because he was nearby and was cleaning the boots, Curly on the other hand, had a slightly different role.
The dark-haired and reserved boy did not hesitate and quickly started massaging the foot of his queen. He gently supported it with one hand and used the other to help Beatrice get at least some relief. It looked like all of them were now lost in the process, with the queen definitely having the time of her life.
After some of the massage was already done, the queen decided to change the position of her feet, so that Curly could focus on the other one. In the meanwhile, as soon as her feet crossed, she decided to do something else, as she kept one foot on the back of Bailey, and the other one right beneath his bulge, gently pressing on it, as she put her foot up every now and then just to tease him and make him feel even more denial, than he already had. ‘’What an interesting picture. Pure pervert, absolute horny idiot, and I locked you in permanent chastity, destroyed and flushed the keys in front of everyone, and even gave you a flat cage just so that you felt even more submissive right after.’’ The queen said, as a content smile could be seen on her face. Bailey on the other hand was feeling pure ecstasy from this moment, as his face was now a bit red from remembering just how humiliating all of this felt and just how his queen quickly and properly established who was on the top and who was to be in permanent denial.
And just as the queen was satisfied with recalling exactly what she did, she pressed her foot upwards, making her drone produce a quiet whine from the pain he felt. ‘’Pathetic.’’ Said the queen, as she now let Curly massage her left foot, as the right one was on the back of Bailey, who could continue working on appreciating the boots of his queen.
Curly gently applied pressure to the surface of the soles, enjoying this moment and trying to see it as a way to properly demonstrate just how much he loved his queen and just what he was able to do for her. He then started working a bit on her ankle, as Beatrice closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy herself even more, as both drones served her.
Only now detective decided to look at the reactions of the girls nearby, as Ava looked at this with the slight feeling of disgust on her face. It was hard to tell whether it was because it wasn’t her getting such royal treatment, or because she did not really like the extreme perversions of Bailey.
Clarity on the other hand, enjoyed this as much as she could, crossing her legs and looking all red, like if she had a fever. Perhaps seeing something like this was just pushing all the right buttons for the girl like her. It was quite easy to also imagine that she was thinking of being there instead of either Bailey or Curly.
The nerdy girl then looked at the bulge of the boy nearby, appreciating its roundness, and just how squeaky and shiny it was. It also had a yellow padlock symbol drawn on it, as inside of it there was a bee sting emblem, contrasting perfectly with the black rubber on the bulge. ‘’May I touch it?’’ Clarity asked, as on her face there was now a kind yet crazy smile.
And as the boy had no time to react or even think of what he heard, he already felt the gloved hand of the nerdy girl between his legs, squishing the bulge and touching it, trying to feel just what it was like, as if she was trying to study what the detective was like, but in a different way.
Just as this was happening, Myra happened to come back. ‘’This calls for punishment.’’ The girl said quietly and without raising the voice, as the queen seemed to fall asleep. Clarity on the other hand, crossed her arms between her legs and blushed like never before. ‘’I am more than happy to be punished, mistress Myra.’’ Said the girl, as on the angry face of the right hand of the queen appeared another color. It wasn’t redness from anger, it was redness from embarrassment, definitely stemming from a reaction she did not expect.
‘’Will do when I get the time. As for you, the queen has something she wants to discuss with you. When I tell you to come upstairs with me, you do exactly that.’’ The voice of Myra was now commanding. Detective was still surprised to hear that Beatrice herself wanted to discuss something with him. He just didn’t know what exactly.