Latex Queen Bee: Honey and Rubber

by LatexLiterature (ao3)

Latex Bee Hive: Honey and Rubber

The servitude continued, as for the rest of the day, or even evening everyone was pleasuring the shiny latex bee queen Beatrice as much as they could. The gorgeous lady was sitting on her throne, enjoying the show that everyone else was making for her, just to entertain her and fulfill her great sadistic desires.

The one she now appreciated most was probably the detective, who now was properly trained and was craving to be punished. Right next to the boy was Myra, who was holding him by the leash and tugging it from time to time. Only the mistress could properly appreciate the picture like this. Of the one who wanted to reveal her secrets to be punished and humiliated in such cruel and crude way, dressed just like the rest of her squeaky rubber bee drones, and even having a null bulge just like the rest of the male servants had. The haziness in his mind was probably the main reason for such behavior and not even understanding what was happening, so the mistress had a strict desire to give him the proper program, telling him who he now was and just what he had to do.

Beatrice was sitting on her throne, the woman in front of the detective was keeping her legs in movement, slightly swaying them from left to right and vice versa, slightly hypnotizing the boy and letting him focus all of his attention on the heels of boots the mistress was wearing. She fixed the little crown on her head, the one that only the true beautiful queen could wear, who was absolutely proud of her own choices. The hair of the queen was tied into a very big braid she kept on the side, over her shoulder, as the big braid with yellow and black strains rested on her big breasts covered in thick glossy rubber, which now had to be polished by someone, and the bee drones would be perfect for such occasion, especially considering just how often they would have to maintain their rubber clothing.

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 him was a fetishistic queen who imagined herself as a queen bee, and she was the one who was commanding and telling everyone else what to do, while her bees had not even a slight chance of refusing. The hierarchy was as strict as possible, and no one could ever change it. Myra knew she was the right hand, yet never ever would she think of taking the role of her mistress or replacing her.

The element of the main focus for the boy were now the rubber boots, which 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, which it was for Beatrice and everyone else in her basement.

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.

‘’I do hope that you are going to make a nice servant. I already had the idea of just turning you into my permanent rubber larvae, but even the queen can change her mind, can’t she? Well, you will still have to prove that you are worth worshiping me and that you can at least be like a loyal dog and do everything I say. Myra, get him to me.’’ Said the mistress, pointing her gloved hand at the investigator and then pointing between her feet, implying that the boy had to be very close to her.

Myra led the boy by the leash, carefully stepping forward, as if trying not to stumble on the soft rubber-padded floor. Now being right next to his queen, he bowed, trying to show as much submissiveness towards her as he could, knowing for sure that non-compliance would only result in him being put into the rubber sack yet again. ‘’No reason for this, I did not give you such command, now lie on your back.’’

With the boy now on the back, he felt all the thoughts in his mind leave him, with the pleasure now taking over him. Myra quickly sat on the boy’s face, smothering him with her rubber-covered bottom, sometimes lifting it just for the sake of letting him take a breath. The feeling of the girl dominating him was something out of this world. Not only because of her status, but the way she was doing this. The smothering was quite hard, showing no love in the act, but pure dominance for the sake of making the detective completely subjugated in the rubber bee hive.

‘’Do you know why are bee drones called so? It is because the queen means everything to them. It is because they exist solely for the purpose of being there for the queen, for multiplication and continuation of the hive. And sometimes they even sacrifice themselves for the safety of their queen. I love how this only applies to male bees, and only they can be drones… and what about you, my submissive drone? Is it that your existence is just for the sake of pleasuring the gracious and grateful queen like me?’’ Asked Beatrice, trying to take over the detective’s mind with a monologue.

Now the sole of the queen’s boot was on the boy’s bulge, rubbing and squishing it, with the mistress now dominating the boy in this condescending way, while his caged privates were throbbing and trembling inside the yellow plastic chastity cage, covered by the layer of striped rubber, creating the null bulge that was supposed to contain all the pleasure from detective, only leaving him prone to what the queen was going to do to him.

‘’All humans… are so interesting. Once you show them attention and love, they are yours. Once you dominate them and fill their heads with the thoughts of servicing, and they do just that. And so, what happens next, detective? Will you even try to think about uncovering this mystery to everyone else? I do not think so. You will do only what I say, my beautiful drone. As it is now your duty to be my squeaky, shiny, polished bee drone that exists to squirm under my feet and beg for even allowing you to service me. Servitude costs quite a lot here. I have five more bees including Myra. Do you even belong to this place? Do you belong to my kingdom which is covered by the squeaky padded rubber walls? Do you even have what it takes to be mine?’’ Continued Beatrice, intimidating the boy as now her boot was squishing his bulge even more and more, applying the pressure that was just a little bit further from turning the dominant session into something reminding pain play. Still, the kneading was quite pleasurable and good.

Myra then sat on detective’s face once again, looking dominantly at all the other bee servants sitting near the wall and spectating what was happening in front of them. ‘’Being a bee drone means a lot, with each single day you are closer and closer to proper servitude. But with each mistake… you are to be severely punished. I, as the right hand am going to be the one to punish, as if you are guilty… then the filth like you does not even belong to be under the queen’s boots. Now take a deep breath.’’ The monologue was continued by the right hand of the queen, Myra. Now she once again sat on the boy’s face and smothered his face with her bottom. It was one of her favorite activities, just playing like this with bees and drones and showing them what their actual place was. The hierarchy was very strict, and even though there never ever were ‘’right hands’’ in the bee hives, but someone still had to play a role like this.

The queen was still observing everything, chuckling at the sole image of the boy being used like this and not even trying to struggle, only making a muffled ‘’mphhh’’ when Myra sat for a bit too long and made it difficult to breath.

Only after some time the girl got up and got something for the boy. All the drones in the colony were wearing gas masks, constantly filling their lungs with some mixture, and now the detective was going to know the recipe for the disaster. Some of the drones were wearing a yellow s10 gas mask with the lenses being black to hide their eyes. And only one was going to wear MSA millennium gas mask with yellow rubber lining to make it more stylistic, perfect for the sake of looking good along with the bee drone uniform.

The gas mask was placed on the boy’s face as soon as Myra got up. The straps behind the head were fastened and the mask became the new part of the detective’s appearance. He couldn’t just look like the rest of the drones, he had to be unique due to his very interesting role and the fact that Beatrice wanted to see him at all times, simply to tickle her ego and tell herself ‘’here is what you have done, you truly are the greatest, and this one is your most important catch.’’

The respirator was brought by another bee. A latex-clad girl with long blonde hair came closer to Myra and gave her the filter filled with something. ‘’There, mistress Myra. I think you could use this one for our new drone.’’ Said the calm and shy voice as the girl gave Myra the metallic piece.

Myra just nodded and started screwing the filter onto its slot, with detective now feeling something he did not even expect. The smell was very sweet for some reason, reminding of honey mixed with wax. Yet not only that, there were bunch of different other herbs that made each and every inhalation more… intense and interesting should it be said like that. Now the mixture in the filter made his mind blank and prone to any kind of changes the queen wanted to give him. Not only that, but he also deserved to get the lady herself to sit on him, as Myra stood aside and Beatrice now sat on the boy’s chest, making it a bit more difficult to breath. She then decided to straighten her leg and rub the boy’s bulge with her knee, sometimes applying more and more pressure on it.

‘’A drone… the single purpose of whom is to serve, to only think of the queen. Then do just that, think of me and me only. Be captivated by me, mesmerized by my voice, hypnotized by my movement. Be mine…’’ the queen placed her gloved hands on the sides of the boy’s head, getting closer and looking him directly in the eyes. ‘’The eyes of the queen always see her servants, they always focus on the most important elements, they always know who did what and when. And you… you were going to uncover my beautiful hive. You were going to tell everyone else about it. But we do not want this to happen now, do we?’’ The mistress looked the boy in the eyes, trying to hypnotize and intimidate him at the same time, yet the question made him open his eyes wider, unseen by the others due to the dark glass of the gas mask.

Instead of saying anything, a slight shake of the head was enough. ‘’I see, very good. Now you are just one of us. But most importantly, you are mine and now do everything I say. All the other bees are you brethren and sisters, drones are your closest friends, and bees are your closest friends too. You want to be closer with them, spend all your time in their company and most importantly, spend it along with me while I am watching you, like the queen watches her hive, as it is thriving and prospering for her and thanks to her.’’

Now he was feeling the weight of his queen on his body, along with the weight of serving her. Did not seem like it was his choice, but it was a great opportunity to explore the world of this fetishistic hive and just how it was behaving, completely hidden from everyone else and only left to themselves. Maybe being one of them was a great privilege if a lot of other factors were ignored.

The beautiful smell of the mixture of sweet aromas and herbs was only getting deeper and deeper into the lungs of detective. Sure, there must have been something that altered his thinking, made him prone to any kind of orders from the one above, and it was the perfect way to establish the relationship in this hierarchy. The gorgeous queen was right on him and he was below her all along. He always was her rubber bee drone and was always supposed to be one, and now he was going to understand this by any means.

The mistress got her lips close to the boy’s ear and started whispering while he was breathing deeply. ‘’Forget all the nonsense of your previous life. You have already found the reason to be alive, the reason to do anything in the first place. It is to be mine… like I have always wanted, and like you have always wanted. Don’t you love belonging to me? Don’t you love being one with us? Join us… become the part of the hive we need so much. Forget your name, forget whatever was happening before you came here, and most importantly, forget whatever you wanted before meeting me. I am the most important part of your life, and so is the hive. You live for the hive, you breathe for the rubber hive, and you always will, my precious squeaky drone. No face, no motives and no will of your own, only me and what I want, what the whole hive wants along with the ones who are now so close to you.’’ The conditioning of the detective continued, with the mistress trying to get closer to him at least like this.

In her mind, if she was so close to the servant of hers, then he must have understood just how important he was to her and the others. Something like this was a very important ritual in the hive, yet not everyone had gone through it. The new drone nodded his head, fascinated by the queen, mesmerized by her looks, her clothing choice and how she was treating him. It was the most important moment in his life and he already knew it. After so much time spent in the rubber sack, he could at least appreciate all her rewards for him. She gave him purpose, gave him home and the single chance to prove himself. Otherwise he would still be in the pod, squirming and wriggling in the white inflated rubber sack.

In most of the cases it was the most efficient form of punishment. A way to condition, discipline and punish the one guilty, who now had to be left with no senses at all except for hearing, which was only used to hear the orders and commands of the mistress to quiet, relaxing music. To some it felt more like a form of reward rather than a way to be scolded.

Completely relaxed, the detective did just what he was told, now forgetting most of what he knew about himself. The personal information now felt like an anchor that made it difficult to enter the new life in the hive, and so it had to be left behind, with only sensations and desires now left to be explored.

‘’Good drone, I know you are going to be a fine addition to my hive.’’ Commented Beatrice as she got up and sat on her throne again. ‘’I still think there is some nice use for the rubber sack we have… hm, drones? How about you get there together?’’ Asked mistress, actually implying her new order, as now Myra went to take out the white polished rubber sack, opening it right away.

Two drones got up on their feet and came closer to the sack. The slim bodies and the way they were covered with latex made them look quite feminine, when each single inch of the body was shiny and covered with tight glossy material. Both drones had the s10 gas masks. ‘’Hm… I think I even know how to make this interesting. Curly, do you remember how you made my coffee too sweet one day? Let’s give you a punishment for that, Myra take off his gas mask.’’ The command was clear and Myra came to the drone, taking off his gas mask to reveal a beautiful feminine face. The boy was probably called Curly because of the long black curly hair that only added to the general cuteness, along with some freckles on the face.

‘’You know what the queen wants. Get right into the sack.’’ Myra pointed at the deflated sack, making the boy nod his head and get inside, now completely covered in rubber. The sack seemed to be bigger than the one detective was in. Maybe there were specific bags and sacks for two or more drones?

The boy was now in the sack, the other drone got into the now much tighter sack, yet in the opposite way, with them both now being in the 69 pose. Myra then placed her hand on the boy’s head and started rubbing his face onto the bulge of the other drone, making the null bulge tightly pressed against his face. Only then the sack was closed, the belts were buckled tight on it just to give it some shape and make the pressure uneven inside the puffy confinement container.

‘’There we go, what a nice work you’ve done. Now let’s give it some shape and do not forget to polish it. New drone, you may also help with the cosmetic work.’’ Now the final elements had to be added. The nozzle of the sack was opened, and now the air was pumped into the sack, making it much harder for the two drones to be apart from each other, forcing them to be much closer while the rubber walls surrounded them and pressed them together.

The detective then picked the polishing rag and started shining the other side of the sack, while Myra was sitting on it and trying to add even more pressure to the predicament. At first the new drone was very careful and tried to do the work in such way, that wasn’t too much for the two drones inside.

‘’Do not worry for them. The sack has a ventilation system, so they will be fine. However, this means we will have to maintain the inflation of the sack. Blondie, you are to keep your eyes on this.’’ The mistress commanded and pointed at the blonde girl who gave the filter for new drone. The latex-clad bee then nodded her head, accepting a new duty for some time.

Myra did not hesitate and did all of her work, then getting closer to the detective to polish him with the same rag. ‘’Don’t worry, we just need to shine each other. You may also shine me… but if I catch you groping me or in some way making this lewd… I will smother you till you faint.’’ The right hand of the queen sure knew her way with the other bees, yet had to always keep a very strict personality just for the sake of seeming far more dominant even than her mistress.

The drone did just what he was told, gently polishing the girl and trying to be careful at the same time so as not to get her angry. The general feeling was blissful. To feel a woman’s body like this, covered with shiny rubber and feel the warmth of her skin during an intimate moment.

Beatrice pointed at the remaining two girls, including the blondie who already held a polishing rag and stood right next to the shy, nerdy girl who was looking down and blushing, and she was even allowed to wear her glasses with round frames. Her very long dark hair was fixed with a help of a yellow hairband, matching nicely with her overall introverted and secluded appearance.  All the bees got to polish each other before a yet another day of training was over.

‘’Tomorrow we are all going somewhere. After all, we need to spend our time in celebration due to a new member being with us.’’ The queen said proudly, joyous of her new catch.