Queenie The Bee

So there's a site called CHYOO that runs choose your own adventure stories. I think they have a site on here, actually. Anyway, I wrote some stuff on there long ways back, and remembered this one being fun and popular with the readers. I edited up the posts and added some content to make it more of a cohesive single storyline. Dabbles in some light femdomming and mind control stuff with a fairly sweet overtone. It leans a bit towards furry, but always pictured her more of just a humanized woman ala Queen B from Darkstalkers.

It was an odd invitation to receive. One too curious to pass up on. The Anthromorph Workshop was offering you a free pet with all expenses and resources paid for. A bit of browsing online finds that it's an experimental new project going on using human and animal gene splicing ("No animals were harmed in the creation of our anthromorphics"). The furry community is going mental over it, and you wonder why the hell you were chosen out of everyone, but you show up to the big lab/shop all the same.

There's a smiling and casual clerk there who doesn't even blink when you show him the invitation to the animal lab. "Ah, winner number 215. Good to meet you," he says brightly and gestures you to follow him. He walks you through a few halls behind his desk, all of them pristinely clean. You pass by several different rooms of various concerning labels: Forest Area, Desert Room, Reptile House, Beach/Sea Life, Arctic Climates (complete with several large parkas hanging from the coat hangers). It sounds like a bunch of video game levels rather than research areas. Peering through the small windows, you can see what looks like full blown landscapes of trees or sand or what have you. You even see the occasional fuzzy or scaly biped walking by in a quick flash of flesh.

The clerk stops by one of the doors and raps it lightly with his finger. "Insect Containment, 2B," he says, checking a small device. "This one's registered to you. If you don't approve, we urge you to try her out. If it's not to your liking, we can swap you out for another, but we'd like some controlled testing on a few of our select girls as much as possible." You bite your lip and wince. You never were the biggest fan of bugs, but as he opens the door you're forced to reconsider that point of view.

"This is Queenie, the pride and joy of our insect kingdom," the clerk introduces. He steps aside and out strides what more or less passes for a ridiculously curvy woman. There's an elegant patience to her every movement, which makes her wide hips and broad breasts wiggle whenever she takes a step. It all serves to better show her incredibly narrow waist, a rather tiny yellow bodysuit going from just above her nipples to her upper thigh. Her wide hips and thighs top off some narrow legs, and four slender and delicate arms just from her sides. Some slim and clear wings protrude from her back and a pair of short, dark antennae poke out from her hair. She has a dark tan and the chin-length hair is blonde with the occasional stripe of black seemingly dyed through it horizontally.

"Queenie" eyes you curiously, flicking her wings into motion. She floats around you, clearly inspecting you as you do the same to the buzzing insect. There's no stinger or thorax to be seen, but at her elevated state there's definitely a huge and round ass to offer instead. She looks you over with her wide, almond-like eyes, intrigued but trying to look dismissive. With a name like Queenie, you already suspect what she's up to. She definitely seems to have a superiority complex of some sort, staying afloat as much as possible to avoid showing that she's a few inches shorter than you.

Still, she keeps preening herself, fixing odd hairs or carefully adjusting her short antennae. She's playing aloof, but something about her seems lonely to you. Desperate for attention in an odd way. "Queenie," the clerk pipes up. "This is the human who's going to be your master."

She doesn't make a sound, but she tilts her head like she's distracted by something else. No point in acting too excited, you assume, but a blush shows clearly across her dark skin and her antennae perk up significantly. She's as excited and curious as you are.

"Hey," you say with a small wave. "I look forward to spending time with you." Queenie at least cracks a smile as she finally touches down and gives perhaps the most pretentious curtsy you've ever seen. Not that you've seen that many...

The clerk taps your shoulder and hands you a thin metal collar, a blinking red light on the one end (so you KNOW it's hitech). "She'll need this. It's a translator and a basic tracker for us back at the lab. Plus, you know... symbolism. They get real into that." You don't have to say a thing as Queenie closes her eyes, nearly shivering in excitement as she holds her head up to give you full reach of her neck. You smile and slip it around her.

Queenie hums/buzzes pleasurably like a drawn out sigh escaping her lips. Her wings fluttering in excitement and picking her a few inches off the ground before coming back down.

"You have made a wise choice, master," Queenie coos to you, slipping two of her arms over your neck. Her voice is soft and careful, very practiced and intellectual sounding. "I'm sure you'll find me to be the finest companion you could hope for in this entire store. I do expect you to take good care of me. I am a true queen bee, afterall," she giggles. She sounds a bit haughty, but not quite cold. She talks as though you?re just right for her, but she's outright perfect. Frankly, you're finding it pretty hard to disagree with her flirty nature and enticing figure.

"Well since you call me master, maybe it would be fair to call you Mistress?" you offer diplomatically. Dealing with Queenie may be delicate by the sound of things, but well worth it.

"Hmm, perhaps. We'll have much to talk about as far as how our partnership will blossom to its fullest."

Queenie walks with you to the car. You open the door for her, which she expectantly waits for you to do. She doesn't seem to be cold with you, or even cross, but very expectant. It seems to mutely egg you on to please her.

You drive the graceful bee to your home and, opening the door for her again, you both enter. "Not a palace or a hive," she comments. "But I suppose it's adequate." She lays back on the couch daintily, a sigh rising and dropping her breasts. She raises her leg formally "If you please..."

You eye her for a moment, mostly along her graceful long legs and where they lead. You finally piece it together and begin to rub her feet. She lets out a soft hum of pleasure, almost a buzz as you massage her dainty digits. You even take enough initiative to kiss them, which seems to especially entice her into louder purrs.

"You love your Queenie, don't you?" she asks idly.

You nod as you keep massaging her feet. "I do." You're surprised to find yourself saying so this quickly, but something about her is absolutely charming. You feel warm and fuzzy around her, sensing the sweet nature behind her arrogant words.

"You'd do anything to please her, wouldn't you?" she adds, watching you, her calculating eyes half closed in pleasure.

"Of course," you say. It's peculiar how easily the answers spring to your lips. Maybe you're just that much in love with her.

"Good," she purrs softly, starting to sit up again. “Then I should like a bath."

“I could start it up for you…” you start to offer, but she hums a bit in disappointment.

“I don’t think I quite feel like getting to the tub,” she says. “The water so bothers my hair and wings.” Her almond-like eyes run over you expectantly. “Would you be so kind as to bathe me?” She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “With your tongue?”

The idea of exploring her enticing curves with your mouth stirs your loins almost instantly, and she seems to notice. She giggles and raises her leg a bit near your face. “Go on, my pet,” she says alluringly. “Be a good boy… 'master.”

You take her feet, kissing affectionately over and between her delicate toes, down her soles and heels. Queenie makes a soft buzz of pleasure as you repeat it with her other foot, kissing and gently licking up her leg. You go up her thigh, firm but slender under your lips until you reach her shapely hips. You break off as she raises an arm listlessly, watching you closely as you kiss her fingertips and knuckles, down her arm and across her shoulders, neck, and finally down to her breasts.

You hesitate at her full breasts, visibly very hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bodysuit. You aren't sure why you wait there except that it seems to be what she'd want. Even when, you're not sure why you would know what Queenie wishes.

"Go on," she urges at last. You start to unpeel the tight attire from her chest, spilling her big dark breasts and those eager nipples out of her clothes. She gives a gentle but insistent tug at your hair that pulls your mouth precisely over her nipple. She moans loudly as you start to suck, tongue dancing over them as your lips and teeth gently pinch at them. "Very good, my pet," she drones, and you feel a rush of heat in your body at the words. She called you her pet. And you loved it. She said you were a good boy. That was even better. It feels even better than being her master.

She lifts your face from her spit-soaked breast and turns her other to face you. You slather it with wildly affectionate kisses before repeating your trick on her nipples. You suck and worship her big warm breasts as she writhes beneath your mouth. You've soon covered most of her in kisses, your saliva leaving a faint shine on some of her dark skin. She smiles and traces a finger under your neck, up your throat, and under your chin.

"What a good boy you are," she coos playfully. "But you missed a very important spot..."

Queenie lays more casually back on the couch and spreads her legs, though her knees raised slightly so that her sopping wet folds face slightly upward. You catch yourself drooling and can’t bring yourself to stop. Queenie smirks at the sight like she expected that reaction.

“Go on,” she whispers, and you lunge for it, but she puts a graceful hand on your forehead. A weak limb but somehow more than enough to stop you cold. You lean intently towards her, but her pussy remains an inch or two form your tongue’s reach. Oh god, you can smell it. It’s like everything you’d dreamed of.

“Take it,’ Queenie whispers, even though she keeps you steady. “Drink up your queen’s honey. Her royal jelly. Become one of my true, mindless drones and give in to it.” She licks her slender, lovely lips eagerly and whips her hand away, allowing you to collide your mouth firmly with her pussy.

She bucks immediately, surprised at your enthusiasm as you bury yourself between her thick hips, devouring anything you come in contact with. Her juices are predictably sweet, and run down your throat so smoothly your taste buds scream for more. Her pussy is addictive, and you grasp her thighs firmly to keep her close. It's only then that you realize that she’s spasming rapidly, wailing in a high pitch in appreciation of your willing servitude.

“Harder!” Queenie pants shrilly. “Harder! Faster! Please your queen! Fuck her like you mean it, you stupid horny beast!”

Just whenever you thought you were doing your hardest, you find yourself going harder. Licking more rapidly until your tongue’s muscles ache, you wrap your lips around her stiff clitoris and suck tenderly.

“Oh god! Oh god!” Queen squeals. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, my pet. If you don’t make me cum in five seconds, I swear to god I’ll OHHHHHH!”

Queenie binds her legs around your head, ankles locking as her thighs clamp like a vice around your head. Her sweet nectar squirts into your face and you find yourself sending your tongue to catch it as best you can. It feels as though you’d been starving for ages and it was the only food offered to you. It tastes heavenly. Finer than anything you could have dreamed of. Sticky and sweet, and so wonderful to suck off your queen’s thighs and lips and clitoris.

Queenie finally spares you some air when her leg muscles give way, and you tamely but hungrily lap up any leftover juices. Queenie breathes heavy and watches you dreamily, her nipples sticking up like flagpoles from her beautiful breasts.

“Is that all of it, pet?” she asks breathily.

“Yes, Queenie,” you say, your voice husky in lust and a bit garbled for a second as you swallow back some more of her cum. “All gone. I’m done.”

Queen laughs out loud. “Oh ARE you? You’re a long way from ‘done,’ my pet,” Queenie says, a hint of menace in her voice as she stands up.

“Take it out,” Queenie demands with a wide grin.

“What?” you ask, mind foggy. Her taste still haunts your lips and fills your senses.

“Take… it out. Don’t make me repeat myself, little man.”

“I still don’t UNH!”

Queenie shoves at your chest, a quick motion that knocks you onto your back. She straddles your chest with an almost fierce look in her eyes as she grabs your shirt, tearing it open and eying your chest. Her almond eyes run over your body and her wings flicker in anticipation, leaning in slowly to kiss at your neck and chest.

It feels like nothing has felt so good. Your member is at full attention as she licks across your throat, feeling honored to be able to expose yourself to such a wonderful creature as Queenie. You feel her teeth nip at your neck, holding a bit of flesh between them for a moment before letting it fall back in place. You shudder as she whispers in your ear. “Are you pleased, my pet?”

You nod heartily, breathing too hard to come up with a quick response.

“Why?”

You gasp for air as she kisses down your chest, her delicate fingers and lips teasing over your chest. Her thick breasts press against your stomach as she goes down. “I… don’t know…” you breathe desperately, eventually.

Her teeth clamp down on your nipple roughly, rising with it still in her teeth in a way that yanks at it sharply before she releases. “Because I am your queen!” she insists in a hissing, certain tone. “I am your goddess. Nothing you could ever touch would feel as good as me. Nothing tastes as sweet as my juices. You should be honored if I spat on you, let alone touched you like this. Do you understand!?”

“Yes!” you pant.

Queenie decides to make sure of this, sitting upright with her ass pressed against your boner. She spits in your face quickly.

“Thank you, my queen,” you gasp, surprised at how genuinely you feel your response. You wouldn't have expected something this rough to feel this exciting and rewarding.

She smiles in satisfaction, reaching back and gripping your hard on. “Take it out,” she seethes, but unzips your pants herself. She unveils your throbbing hard manhood, her thin fingers tracing patterns calmly over it in a way that makes it feel ready to explode.

She finally asks a question that you‘ve been waiting for. “Would my pet like to cummmm?” she chimed in her humming, buzzing purr.

You nod in desperate earnest, as if waiting for her permission.

“Are you sure?” she sings, her finger tracing a delicately fine line around it, never truly touching. Your prick twitches by itself in an effort just to touch her.

“Yes!” you pant.

“TOO BAD!” Queen suddenly slaps your cock with her palm, sending a jolt of pain through you that’s not wholly unpleasant. “You’ll wait your turn!”

“But… but you…” you pant, utterly confused and blindly horny.

“When your mistress has cum five times, you may cum. That is our agreement, yes?”

“What…?” you moan weakly. “I didn’t….”

Your eyes bolt open as she rises into a kneeling position, her foot pressing down on your cock and trapping it against your stomach. Her heel grinds into it, oddly stimulating but making your erection shrink back a bit.

“Did I just hear you DISAGREE!?” she says, rage hinted in her voice.

Her sweet smells pours over your nostrils, tingling your spine and a flush of pleasure coming over you. The smell… it’s so good… but strange. You feel some of your senses waver… like you’re waking up. Your mistress… Queenie looms over you confidently, her foot rubbing slowly over your rod teasingly. “Are you still with us, my horny little pet?”

“Y….yea…” you manage. The insectoid is still attractive, but the obsession… her role as a goddess… it’s wavered. She’s fascinating and sexy, but…. The smell. There was something to her pheromones. You remember reading that bees communicated with odor and movement, so why not a queen anthromorph. Now that you realize it, you can feel your brain returning to its natural flow. Horny, but… not a pet.

“Good boy,” Queenie purrs. “Is he ready to keep pleasing me?”

You nod warily, running your hands fondly up her thighs. She hums as you caress her soft, warm flesh, and she savors it. She doesn’t even seem to realize you've come to your senses when you pull on her hips, yanking her right into you and impaling her on your throbbing hard rod. Queenie looks utterly shocked, head thrown back and her eyes whipping wide open.

“You… you…” she pants, but you start to thrust, steadying her by her hips as you slide in and out of her. Any objection she has is quickly leaving her, and her breasts heave up and down with your pounding of her pussy.

“So… good….” she moans distantly.

“Master,” you insist, squeezing her ass.

“Masterrrrr!” she wails hotly.

Queenie is soon a mess of moans and wails, riding your cock with her wide hips. She humps up and down, her lightweight body bouncing rapidly. Both of you were so wound up, you know you won’t last long, so you both pour a lot of energy into your vigorous fucking. You grunt, she moans, and you both seem so aroused by the strange but kinky foreplay that your rock hard rod rams deep and fast, massaging her clit into her second orgasm. Her slender body shakes like she's had a seizure, but you keep thrusting, intent on releasing your load inside her. “More! More! Fuck me, master! Harder! GODDDD it’s so… deep…!” She cums again and keeps screaming in pleasure, managing to gush on you a third time in the short time you've managed to contain your own release.

You squirt inside her, and she wails loudly, head thrashing wildly with the intense feeling of your cum filling her hole. “AAAAAAAHN! YES! YES! YESSSS! MY BIG… STRONG… MASTER….” The last of your cum leaves you just when she climaxes a FOURTH time, flooding your cock and hips with her cum. Apparently the domming was just as exciting for her, if not moreso.

Her slender frame collapses weakly against you, her head resting on your chest as she breathes loud and rapid, whimpering in pleasure as she kisses your chest.

“God… you’re amazing, master,” she coos, and you catch your breath as the room fills with the smell of your sweaty sex.

“You were great," you assure her before you go on to ask the big question. "So... what was that?”

“Hm?” Queenie said, batting her lashes.

“The smell. What was that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were in my head, Queenie... or at least my nose.” She blinks at you with a concerned look. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” Queenie’s gaze is unshaken. “You didn’t know.”

“I didn’t… I swear…” she whimpers, antennae drooping. "I just got into the moment and you seemed to like it so much..."

"Does this happen all the time?" you ask, starting to feel a bit sorry for her.

“I couldn’t say. I haven’t really met anyone outside the store before.” She sounds genuine, and you have to pause to take a sniff and don’t smell anything out of place. Her lustier pheromones seem to have faded for now. Maybe it was something in the food they gave her at the lab, or the air, or her environment, but something was interfering with her earlier. That or she’s an incredible liar, and she seems more confident than deceptive.

You stroke her hair lightly, making her coo and curl up against you weakly. It’s a vulnerability that you haven’t seen in her before, and it’s furthered when you hear her sniffling against your chest. “Please… forgive me,” she whimpers. “ I didn‘t want to hurt you or change you… just to make you happy.”

You shush her softly, wrapping your arms around her. “I know,” you assure her. “Calm down. I understand.” You have to sympathize, this being her first real interaction with a person who hasn't researched her and she nearly enslaves you because she thinks you like it.

You hold her and calm Queenie down a bit, the spindly but curvy woman easily wrapped up in your arms. You hate to see her upset like that, and her calming down does your heart good. She didn't mean any harm by it, and damn it all, you were happy like that, one way or another. And she certainly seemed like she was.

"Can you control that?" you ask her.

She thought for a moment, and you can faintly smell a sweet chemical smell come and go briefly. "Yes," she confirms softly. "I just need to focus if I'm keeping it turned off. It's my nature, after all. A queen bee never has to leave her hive with so many men to service her, so we have it on instinctively. But it's ok, master. I can hold it in."

"What if I didn't want you to?" She looks puzzled, or maybe that's just her holding in her scent. "You've never had to keep your pheromones inside around the other girls. Who knows if that can make you sick, or even just uncomfortable. And we had fun, didn't we back there?"

Queenie giggles as you run a thumb over her narrow chin. She snuggles into you and shiveres. "Fun' doesn't begin to describe it," she purred, the confidence returning to her voice. "Having someone worship me like that after being alone so long, surrounded by nothing but other girls... it felt so natural!"

You stroke her antennae gently like they were hair, and caress over her wings, intrigued by the delicate parts of your lover. "Then do it again. And don't turn it off this time. Let it all out on me."

She looks at you wide-eyed, seeming overjoyed a moment but then pausing. "You... you're so generous, master! But what if-?"

"I trust you," you insist, taking her hand and kneeling down. "You can turn it off when you want. We know that now. So go ahead." You hold open your arms invitingly. "Do whatever you have to do to keep me under your spell, because I'm already under it anyway."

Queenie nods as she touches your shoulder. "Okay... but I need you to lay down again."

You give her a wry look and a smirk. "That doesn't sound like how a queen would say it."

She laughed loudly at that and nods. "You heard me," she grins. "I said back on your ass, my little drone."

You nod and lay back, with Queenie straddling just above your face. She spreads her narrow legs and with it, her warm and fragrant pussy. You feel the twinge in the back of your brain as it goes right through your nose, and things getting wrapped in a warm sort of fog. "That's just the start," she says. "The loose pheromones I always create. My little perfume, if you would. I could get any man to do simple things for me with that..."

She starts to rub herself, and it's quite the sight to see. Her hips buck against her fingers, pushing deeper every so often. The pussy juices you remember from all your fooling around starts to trickle out, and your instincts force you to lean in and lick it from her thighs. She giggles, but gently urges your head back down like you're a dog begging for scraps. She finally seems to strain and moan a bit, and it comes out thicker. It runs like honey rather than the thick liquid of cum, and has a distinctly yellow-orange color to it.

After a few minutes of this, she nods, looking a bit winded. "Concentrated queen honey," she says, wiping a bit of sweat from her dainty brow. "It should have you under my... rule, shall we say, for days at a time, and for miles away." She smiled down at you and stroked your chin, the other hand still holding open her pussy lips. "You'll be a part of my hive... a part of me. A loyal knight to your queen."

She doesn't bother to ask if you're ready. She shoved her hips into your face and humps against it roughly. She's clearly turned herself on a lot with the teasing required to emit it from wherever she stored the concentrated honey, likely something deeper inside her given the faintly musky taste. But this... it's sweet and strong, and thick enough you could almost chew on it. You roll your tongue to scoop it out faster, feeling like some kind of new drug flooding your body with pleasure. Everything immediately feels wonderful. Erotic, yes, but your mind, your being tells you that everything is fine. Your queen is here, so what more do you need? Not food, not sleep, only her.

She moans and starts to hump more rhythmically, making the honey stick in your nose and mouth. Your only response is getting more aroused, and thrilled to find that your queen is feeling pleasure. Her gently buzzing moans are like the greatest music in the world. The squeeze of her thighs around your face feels better than a hug from your mother. You would breed an army with this woman if given the permission.

Queenie screams, but you can sense that it's one of pleasure deep down. She arches her back, her perfect tits thrusting out with stone-hard nipples as you're given the honor of her cumming on you again. Your gracious queen has marked you as yours, hopefully for the rest of your lives. You don't even need to touch yourself to feel a surge of immense arousal, cumming at the same time as you're queen as if you're feeling both of your aching lust at once as you squirt at her feet. You are her drone now. You are bound to her. It couldn't feel better.