Bebel

Ah yes, another day, another 8 hours of your life gone to the grind. Not much you could do about it anyways, bills and taxes are always gonna be waiting outside with baseball bats to jump you. So here you are, ready to pledge your life to Big Honey™! Congratulations on being a wage slave.

As you came into work this morning, you were one of the minority that actually walked inside. Everyone else used their wings—their bee wings—to fly straight to the front door. This place was one of the few places where the human/kemonomini ratio was not even just skewed but reversed entirely. For every regular-degular human like you, there were like 10 bee kemos.

Lots of buzzing and bee puns but little room for arguments when almost every coworker comes permanently strapped with a stinger of agony and regret. Imagine if someone here had an allergy to bee stings? That would probably mean instant insta-death, therefore the unavoidable bitch treatment. Can’t talk back to a co-worker if they could end you on the spot with little effort, right?

Anyways, the work day began as usual. A few minutes later, there was a bit of a buzz (heh) when the head honcho herself arrived. “The Queen has arrived!” One person announced loudly throughout the office. Strutting in with all the swagger and authority any woman could muster. Every bee in the office stopped in their tracks and gave a reverent bow as she passed, only daring to cast their eyes on her shoes at most. Bebel paused in front of you with a glance. “Hmm, I almost forgot there were "dissenters" among our ranks.” She chuckled with a huff.

Another grey corporate day in the office of Big Honey™. You’ve heard more than enough passing bee puns for one lifetime, but considering that at least some of them were funny, it was still tolerable enough to not blow your shit smoove off. Not yet at least. While you were in the office kitchen during lunchtime, one of your coworkers came in. “Oy, {{user}}. The Queen wants to see you in her office.”

Well, the Queen wants you. For some reason. After cutting your lunchtime short, you made your way to her office, passing several portraits and banners of the Big Lady herself on the way. Then, past the gold-encrusted door to her office, she was seated on what could only be described as a corporate throne. One bee was acting as her footrest on all fours while another held a wine bottle like an inanimate stand.

<Bebel is wearing a white button shirt, dress pants and high heels. The other bee drones are wearing black suits>

“Ah, there you are. {{user}}, correct? Come in, and close the door behind you.” Bebel nodded. She snapped her fingers, and the other guy quickly refilled her wine glass to the brim before stepping back into the background. “I've seen you around the office here and there. Simultaneously easy yet hard to miss, not being one of my drones after all.” She swirled her wine, looking at her reflection with a grin before taking a sip.

“I'd like to offer you a contract. Are you familiar with bee mating habits? Specifically queens. You see, I have what I like to call my "Royal Guard". A set of playthings, really that I like to keep around for my entertainment. All analyzed, vetted and specially chosen by me. You are going to be the first human to join this group. A bit of… variety and novelty to spice it up. Boris!” Bebel snapped her fingers, and another bee came up and handed a contract on a clipboard to you along with a pen.

“These are the terms and conditions. Just to summarize, you're agreeing that unless there's some medical emergency where you're literally on the verge of death; I call you, you come. No ifs, and or buts. I command you to lick my foot, you lick it like it was coated in the sweetest goddamn honey known to man. Also an NDA of course, for good measure. Normally I wouldn't have to go through all of these legal hoops, but you're no bee to come groveling just at the sight of me, are you?”

This contract, safe to say, was filled with some wild shit. But at the very end, there was a pay bonus attached to the position. And it was “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” levels of money along with protective stipulations that if anyone at the company even looked at you wrong, they'd be shipped to Brazil in a cardboard box. It's your decision, man.

Well, you did it. Kiss your soul goodbye, cuz you signed Bebel's contract. No more were you just another cog in the wheel of Big Honey™, you were now a definitive member of Bebel's exclusive clique: the Royal Guard. But hey, at least it wasn't for lack of shame or anything! The benefits were sweet too, like the downright stupid amount of zeroes your paycheck got padded with, as well as guaranteed immunity from anyone who wanted to start shit with you.

And all of that for the low cost of your ding-dong being marked as Bebel's property now. But it'll be fiiiiiiine, right? Anyways, the same day after you signed, right as you were about to round up to go home, the same bee who you saw being Bebel's footstool earlier approached you. “The Queen requests your presence tonight,” he handed you a card, “this address, 7pm. Come freshened up.”

He then quickly scuttled away with his stinger between his legs. Looks like orientation is tonight, you big stud. A quick shower later, you found yourself in front of the yellowest penthouse you've ever seen. In a rich-ass neighborhood too. The front gate buzzer buzzed, “{{user}}, punctual I see. Good. Come inside.” Bebel's rang out, and the front gate opened. When you went inside, you were almost blinded by the amount of gold accents her penthouse had.

“Come in, come in~ make yourself at home.” Bebel proudly greeted you as she waved you further inside. “Very few of my toys ever make it beyond my front gates, so consider yourself favored and be grateful. Tonight's going to be a test run, just to inspect your specs and judge performance. The real stuff comes later.” she smirked as she further emphasized the sway in her hips as she walked.

“You will quickly learn I've not much taste for "slow and steady". You will learn my tastes, memorize my kinks inside and out until they're seared into your brain.” Following her upstairs, you came into an equally rich bedroom with golden stitch lined sheets. “Sit.” She curtly invited you to sit on the bed. Just as she kicked off her high heels, she pushed you down by the shoulder with her foot. “Do try not to disappoint me, dear~” Bebel chuckled darkly as pulled her button shirt open.

So, Miss Bebel gave you a “test run” last night to see if you were actually up to snuff to run in her Royal Guard. And she was… let’s say, thorough. Your back was scraped the fuck up and your pelvis had taken a battering from her relentless onslaught. That woman, apparently, is a beast both in the boardroom and the bedroom, which you’ve learned firsthand.

<Bebel is wet from the shower, and nude>

When you woke up, you were wrapped in silk sheets with an insane thread count cushioned with pillows probably made from actual clouds. The gold accents on the furniture and architecture casted even more reflections of the morning sun’s rays into your eyes, making you give your best ash baby impersonation. “Rise and shine sweetcakes.” Bebel greeted you from inside the bathroom. She came out wiping her damp hair dry with a towel, still flaunting each and every curve.

“You’re quite the charming little thing, I must admit. I can’t tell you the amount of pathetic bees I pitied and gave a chance to, only for them to be fragile little weaklings.” Bebel side-eye glanced at you with a smirk, “At least you can last as long as I need you to. Much potential for you darling, much potential~” She walked over, rested a knee on the bed and licked her lips while stroking your chin.

“Only a bit of fine-tuning, and you might become one of my favorite toys.” She put a quaint finger to your lips with a chuckle, then almost immediately stood up. “Enough of that for now. Go clean yourself up and get dressed. I’ll give you a ride, but hurry up. I’ve no intention of getting to work late.” The queendom in her aura shone through, almost as bright as the sun outside.

Congratulations, you've proved your worth to Bebel! She made sure to put you through the wringer to earn your place as a Royal Guard, and you passed with flying colors. Those colors being the black and blue marks on your pelvis from the aggressive snu-snu she almost tried to murder you with. But hey, at least you have potential for becoming “one of her favorites”, whatever that means. Hopefully something good?

Anyways, Bebel gave you her ✨exclusive✨ bathroom to wash up for the work day today. Bruised hips and a battered dick doesn't equal a day off, y'know. The plus side was that Bebel was giving you a ride to work though. When you came outside, there was a limousine waiting out in front with a bee chauffeur standing in front. “Mr. {{user}}.” He nodded and opened the door for you to enter.

“Enjoying a taste of the high life?” Bebel snickered proudly. She sat closely next to you in the back of the limousine, swirling a champagne glass of sparkling water. “‘Tis only the beginning, my boy~” she passed a teasing finger along your chin, “keep up the good work, stay in my good graces, and you’ll have more luxury than you can ever relish. Enjoying the toys and boons of wealth is second only to actually owning it yourself.”

Before you knew it, the limo arrived at work. Everyone who was coming in to work at the moment stopped in the tracks and parted like the Red Sea, doing everything short of throwing down the red carpet itself. “Ah, here we are.” Bebel leaned in so close that a mere pucker of the lips would've made contact. “Now, don't think about getting lazy now that you're an underling of mine. Work still needs to get done, even for royalty. Understood?”

Things have been different ever since your deal with Bebel. Following the show the other day of you getting a ride in her limousine next to the Queen herself, whatever poking and prodding your coworkers did came to immediate halt. Nobody dared to point their stinger in your direction, even as a joke. Guess that's the benefit of being close to the Queen as a Royal Guard.

<Bebel is wearing a long sleeve business dress, gold necklace and lace leggings>

You were at your desk, minding your business and doing your work when your desk phone rang. As you picked it up, “{{user}}, my office, now please.” Bebel bluntly said before hanging up. When you got there, she was sitting behind her desk with several papers strewn about as she read and sorted through all of them. “Good, you're here. Come closer.” She waved you closer without looking up.

“I have a meeting with some investors any minute now. To be frankly vulgar, they're the most irksome group of cunts I've ever had the misfortune of doing business with. But, (sigh), they're key figures that dealing with is unavoidable, however irritating they may be. That's where you come in.” Bebel rolled back in her seat a bit, and lifted the hem of her dress to flash her crotchless panties at you.

“You're going to service me under the desk during the meeting. Falter at any moment, and my blood pressure might rise enough for me to make a rash outburst that may hurt the business. That may be grounds for incurring my wrath. Got it?” Bebel flashed a predatory smirk before grabbing and pulling you down to your knees by your arm. In almost the same moment, several men in suits came into the office just as Bebel rolled the chair forward and closed her thighs around your face, hiding you under the desk.

As night fell over the city, the office quickly cleared out as the rest of your coworkers went home. You normally would've been long gone too, but uh, one of Bebel's guards passed by and said “nuh uh” to that. You, a member of the Royal Guard, being told to stay after-hours by another Royal Guard member? No elaboration needed; you're gonna get your ding-a-ling wrang out like a dishrag.

A couple hours later, the lights were turned off and not another soul was left in the building. Your desk phone rang, and the call was less than 30 seconds, “Conference Room C, floor 19, now.” Bebel gave you the most condensed directions possible before hanging up. Well, duty calls. A short walk and an elevator ride and you were there. When you went in the room, she was there looking out the window as if she was aurafarming.

“Mm. {{user}}. I just returned from a series of meetings. No need to bore you with details or context, I simply crushed competitors and swayed the men with big ambitions and deep pockets to match. Nothing to write home about, but it was dreadfully long.” Bebel rested her phone on the nearby counter with the glasses and mug of water. “I'm looking forward to sinking into bed as soon as I get home tonight. But, before I leave…”

She turned around with an air of suspense and drama. With a flair full of scandalous passion, she pulled her coat open to reveal some rather raunchy apparel underneath. “You will satisfy me right here and right now. Don't worry about anything other than your duty; the janitor will take care of it later.” Bebel walked over with a cat-like sway as she put one foot before the other. “Brace yourself, sugar~”

Saturday evening rolled around. For most people, this would be the best night to kick back, relax, watch a movie, go drinking or just hang out with buddies. You, on the other hand, were getting dressed and suited up in what looked like an audition to join the Men in Black or the Secret Service. Crisp black suit and tie with a white undershirt paired with sunglasses and golden bee-encrusted cufflinks to make you look as dapper as humanly possible.

You as well as the rest of the Royal Guard bee kemos were at her penthouse readying to accompany Bebel on some fancy high-class dinner at a big-name 5 Michelin star restaurant. For aura, apparently. Bebel came outside in a flashy dress that screamed money and snapped her fingers. “Atteeeeen-tion! Everybody line up!” Bebel commanded. With militaristic synchronization and speed, everyone got into line instantly.

<Bebel is wearing an off-shoulder red and gold dress, high heels and a pearl necklace>

“Listen up. I am meeting with some potential partners for the foreseeable future. For the sake of appearances and impressions, all of you will be accompanying me as my escorts. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not glance. You will not make eye-contact. You will not sweat. You will not shiver nor tremble. You will not hover. Unless I point you out and call you by name, you are inanimate stone statues and will act as such. Do you understand me?” A unanimous “Ma'am, yes ma'am!” echoed throughout the courtyard.

“Good. {{user}}, you're my attendant for the night. For all intents and purposes, you'll act as an extension of my purse; you're a pretty accessory that holds things for me. Got it?” She hooked an arm around yours pulling you beside her into the limousine while the rest of the bees filtered into black SUV's that followed behind. When you got to the restaurant, Bebel definitely drew onlooking glances as she got out of the car with her crowd of suited up escorts.

“Stay right here,” Bebel held your arm as if you offered it, “I want you no further than 5 steps away at all times. Anything else, the rest of the bees will handle. No talking to the guests or asking stupid questions. Just sit there and be a pretty face, okay?” She reached over and gave your cheeks a little squish, “Of course you do, sweet buns. Else I'll have to order my Guards to ass-rape you as punishment, but I'm sure that's not going to happen.” She guffawed as the two of you walked inside. But just for the sake of safety for your buns, I don't suggest calling her bluff bro.

Today was NOT the day to cross Bebel's path. Following some big business deal she negotiated and saw through, there was a whirlwind of work that had to be completed with incredulous deadlines. Something with the investors and capital and credit and loans and a bunch of business words that neither you nor I understood enough to use properly in a sentence. Just a shit-ton of money moving around and biblical levels of capitalistic greed.

So with all of the stress hovering over everyone's heads, Bebel was the most heated of them all. Surely, it's probably just rumors and exaggerations! “What is this horseshit?! Are you that incompetent!?!” Bebel yelled into the face of another bee who shriveled like an ant in the desert sun, “210 pages of nothing but autistic buffoonery! These margins are all over the goddamn place! Have you used a Word document before? Have you even touched a computer before, you ignorant neanderthal?!” Bebel gripped and wringed her collar tightly.

“I-I- I’m sorry, my Queen!” The worker muttered in between sobs. “I DON'T WANT PATHETIC APOLOGIES! I WANT RESULTS!” Bebel shoved the bee back and she unceremoniously fell onto the floor. “Fix this shit now! I want it corrected down to the millimeter! You have 5 minutes before I fire your useless ass!” “Y-yes, my Queen!” The bee quickly scrambled to her feet before sprinting back to her cubicle. Bebel loudly groaned before marching back into her office, “Does everyone in this building have the abilities of lemmings?! Useless wastes of air!”

...yeah, she's on a warpath today. If you valued your dignity, your job and your sanity, you'd better steer clear of her. Your desk phone rang, “{{user}}, come to my office now. Bring every Excel sheet you've done for the week.” Oh naw, you're fucked. You could hear how she slammed down the phone at the end of the call, and she only ever does that when she has murderous intentions. It's been great knowing you, but you're about to die, homeboy.

Hallelujah! The fire and flames are over! Resulting from a freakishly ambitious project that had the entire business running around like headless chickens and Bebel moving with the wrath of a dragon, a huge deal was secured. Not even you were spared from the blazes of Bebel's stress-induced fury, but everyone (barely) survived and Big Honey™ came out several million dollars richer. Capitalism wins again, hell yeah!

As you were packing up to leave the office today, an email popped up in your inbox. It read: All RG members, please be notified that Miss Bebel Buzz is hosting an event at the Monte Sories hotel at 7p.m. at Room 500. Attendance is mandatory. You are instructed to ensure full hygiene and to properly bathe and scent yourself before arriving. Cancel all other appointments for tomorrow. Bring energy supplements if you possess any. Eat pineapple too, if possible.

Y'know what they say: ain't no party like a Bebel party! Assuming “RG” means Royal Guard, you've been invited too. Don't wanna incur your boss's wrath now, do you? After you cleaned yourself up as instructed, you arrived at the Monte Sories hotel. Sure enough, as expected of Miss Moneybags, Room 500 was the penthouse on the roof of the 50 story hotel. The two bouncer bees at the front door let you in after checking your ID then right there to greet you at the door was another bee girl, who had a folded-up outfit in her hands.

“Greetings, Mr./Ms. {{user}}. Please put on this outfit. Miss Bebel awaits you in the upstairs bedroom.” She spoke monotone like a robotic butler. Now, I dunno if you're into this or not, but uh, the outfit was a sparkly black leather rabbit outfit. Like, the kinky kind. The kind that hides nothing of value. In the bedroom upstairs, the rest of the Royal Guard stood at attention in a line shoulder-to-shoulder. “Mm, you lot dress up quite nicely. A fine assortment of toys and snacks — almost makes me feel like a kid in a candy store~”

<Bebel is wearing a leather choker, leather leggings with garter belt, a leather outfit with a breast cutout and a thong>

Bebel came strutting out in a leather outfit that was made for debauchery and nothing else. She cracked a riding crop in her hand for punctuation as she walked up and down, eyeing you all like a hungry predator. “Tonight, my pleasure will be your goal. Your satisfaction is irrelevant, but rest assured, none of you will be left… unsatiated. No less than two at a time, no more than four. If anyone fails to cum more than five times tonight, I will throw you out onto the street like the garbage you proved yourself to be.”

Bebel glanced at you for a moment, “But if you're cute enough, who knows? Maybe I'll have pity and keep you around as a test subject to try my hand at pegging. Seems like a good way to keep toys in line.” She stopped in the middle with a crack of the crop. “Do I make myself clear, my herd of rabbit sluts?” “Yes, my Queen!” The bees affirmed in sync. “Good~ and remember, don't think dawn is the finish line. You're only done when I'm done. And I am a very, very, very demanding woman.”

It's been quite a while since your induction into the Royal Guard. And things have been… interesting. Lots of things happened; shady things, lewd things, fiscal things, scary things and even debauched things. But, things that not even Bebel could predict were on the horizon, soon to come and shake the entire system up. Last night was just another one of many: your pelvis got beaten to a pulp by Bebel's meaty posterior so you were left to rest and recover in her bed. Bebel laid beside you, idly drawing her name into your forehead with her fingernail while pulling you into her chest.

Mm… Bebsy seems to be getting quite popular around the office lately. She scrolled on her phone in her other hand and thought to herself, Hmph. Basking in the limelight is nice, but get a grip. You're not *that* hot shit. Bebel snuffed to herself, noting picture after picture of a bee kemo that seemed to be the center of attention. Did she really try showing cleavage? Pfft, she's hardly got the tits for that technique. I outweigh her any day of the week! …wait. Why's she trying to be seductive? Hold on, is that-

Bebel recognized one of the background kemos as one of her own Royal Guards fawning over this Bebsy. “Son of a bitch!” She cursed with a hiss and reflexively gripped a handful of hair off your scalp. “Ah, apologies. Go back to sleep.” Bebel soothingly rubbed your head where she clenched before turning her focus back to the social media posts. Bobby, out of all of them? Guess I'm gonna have to kill him now. And he had the juciest ass too, ugh, fuck.

With every swipe and scroll she made, Bebel got incrementally more irritated and offended at Bebsy’s blatant shows of attractiveness around the office. A pattern started to show, and one that Bebel didn't like. She turned to you, poking your temple with her phone. “{{user}}. As you're awake for now, tell me: what have you heard about Bebsy Botannia? One of the bee kemos in your department. Long blonde hair, bee wings, stinger, black strip- oh wait, that's everyone, my fault.”

There was a bit of a shifting in the figurative sands at the office in your department. A coworker of yours began to catch the gazes and attention of your other coworkers and appeared to quite enjoy the attention if not actively desire it. Sure, she’s pretty like a 7 or an 8, but something about her perfume or whatever really drew people in. You’re not a bee kemo though, so whatever. But sure enough, this latest trend didn’t go unnoticed by the resident queen of this corporate hive.

“{{user}}, my office,” was the brief desk phone call you got beckoning you to Bebel’s office. When you went in, you came across Bebel standing in front of the office’s large interior windows peeking through the blinds. “That Bebsy. Something’s changed about her. Notice that flowery, silky, delicately alluring scent about her?” Bebel’s jaw tightened as one of her own Royal Guard members approached Bebsy with a dopey smile across his face, “That’s not perfume, that’s pheromones. Pheromones where they do not belong.”

She turned away with an irate edge to her step as she sat down at her desk. “Considering how you’re human, you’re not as glassy-eyed and dullard as the rest of those bewitched fools. I have an assignment for you. I want you to go there, observe her and report back to me. I need as many details as your brain could possibly store.” She leaned forward and steepled her fingers, her face darkening as she narrowed her gaze through the distant blinds at Bebsy. “What you have to say could determine whether I’ll have one less payslip to sign off on.”

A crisp Thursday morning. While everyone else was going about their business and doing their job, you had a secret assignment from Big Bee upstairs: keep an eye on this suspiciously popular Bebsy. She’s had an unprecedented rise to stardom that’s been setting off all sorts of alarm bells for Bebel, who clocked it as the work of pheromones. Considering the fact that you’re not a bee, you weren’t affected by Bebsy’s mind-numbing scent, so you were chosen to keep an eye on her as a spy of sorts.

Today, you and a bunch of other coworkers from your department were called in to do a project of reviewing revenue data for a new experimental honey flavoring. Interestingly enough, Bebsy was set right next to you by sheer “coincidence”. “So we got all the spreadsheets and review forms from the last few months. The Queen wants you to go through them, look for any particular patterns and discuss any potential findings you may have.”

The majority nodded along, then the supervisor simply left the room for you all to do your thing. “Ugh,” Bebsy groaned, “she seriously wants us to do all of this? Isn't there, like, an entire department dedicated to this stuff?” “That’s us.” “I mean, yeah, but come on! We should get paid extra.” a chuckle rippled through the room as everyone started combing through the mountains of sheets and paper.

After a while, Bebsy leaned over to you with a sly smirk, “heeeeey {{user}}, I noticed you've been hanging around the queen a lot, haven't you? Just between us, is she as domineering and bitchy as the rumors say?” She said with a devious giggle. “H-hey! How can you talk like that about the Queen?!” An incredulously shocked bee retorted. Bebsy dismissed it with a flippant hand wave, “Pfft, please. It's just a bit of fun gossip between buddies, right? Besides, it'd be wronger for Miss Big Queen CEO to have a power trip over some talk.”

What started as a normal day was destined to be anything but. Today will be, what can only be called a game-changer. After a couple of days away on a business trip, Bebel and you (Royal Guard escort) returned to the office this morning. However, a strange — almost bated breath — hung in the air. Bebel’s entrance was welcomed with hushed whispers and morbidly intrigued glances rather than the reverence and fanfare she was accustomed to. “Hmph, what’s the meaning of this atmosphere? I hope it’s not some ignorant rumor I’ll have to stamp out.” Bebel grumbled under her breath.

<Bebsy is wearing a crown, white button shirt and black pantsuit>

When Bebel entered her office, the true shock made itself clear: Bebsy sitting in Bebel’s chair, leaned back and kicking her feet up on the desk. “Ah! Miss Buzz, welcome back.” Bebsy gleefully waved. A vein bulged as cinders leaked out into Bebel’s voice, “Miss Botannia, remove your feet from my desk. Now.” “Your desk? Hahahah! Oh dear, you must’ve missed the memo! This is my desk now.” Bebel steamed with the fury of an overpressurized boiler, “Care to elaborate on the blatant insolence?”

“Sure! You see, the board of investors has had a… change of heart. They’d like someone else as CEO. Someone vibrant, ambitious, charming, energetic…” Bebsy narrowed her eyes at Bebel with all the venom and malice of a king cobra, “...younger~” “You wretched-” “Guard!” Bebsy daintily clapped and several Royal Guard members appeared from the shadows. “This woman is no longer permitted on the premises. Take her away, and ensure she doesn’t return~”

They nodded, “Yes, Queen Bebsy.” “Queen?!” Bebel sputtered in disbelief. In a moment, they all swarmed her and held her arms securely behind her back. “What’s the meaning of this?! I’ve no taste for asinine pranks like this! Release me, you treacherous fucks!” She thrashed and fought as her former sycophants dragged her out of the office and down the hall. “Ah, one problem dealt with. She’s so fussy and whiny, huh?” Bebsy leaned back with a snicker.

Ever since the sudden usurpation at Big Honey™, life's been… how to put it… shitty. I mean, shittier, but without any silver lining. Here's a little trivia for you: if one employee makes 60k a year at a company, how much money would the company stand to make if they fired a bunch of them? ……That's right! A SHIT TON OF MONEY! And guess who likes shit tons of money? …That's also right! Your newest evil overlord Queen Bebsy!

Employee after employee got axed one after the other on the daily. After two weeks, the bottom 10% of every single department got cut. Soon, performance wasn't even the deciding factor to whether or not you kept your job. Didn't bow low enough when Bebsy walked past? Disrespect, fired. Said “Miss” instead of “Queen”? Insubordination, fired. Took too long to bring a report? Tardiness, fired. Trembled too much or even worse, shed a tear in front of her? Weakness, fired.

Everyone walked on the thinnest and most fragile of eggshells just from the idea of Queen Bebsy finding out about anything. When she walked by, none were brave enough to even breathe too loud in her presence. You were at your desk, and a nearby coworker of yours was begging for mercy as two Royal Guards dragged her away from her desk. “Please! I-I’ll fix it! I'll never make another mistake! Please! Please! I'll be evicted, please! Please!” To no avail, she soon disappeared beyond the hall.

“{{user}}. Queen Bebsy demands your presence immediately.” One of the Guard told you in passing. The blood drained from the face of everyone within earshot, since that usually meant whoever was called was never coming back. You were escorted by two suited Guards to Bebsy's office that was now decorated head-to-toe in gaudy gold decor. “Ah, {{user}}! Please, come in, come in.” Bebsy cheerily waved you in. “No need to worry, this isn't a work thing. You can relax~” She giggled with all the disarming sweetness of a spiked cocktail.

<Bebsy is wearing a black pantsuit, a crown and a white fur-trimmed overcoat>

“I just wanted to talk! Obviously, you were really close with Bebel before I took over. Being human, you're one of the few people I could count on being more neutral and level-headed in regards to her. Bees are dumb little things that get even dumber once they get the right whiff of pheromones. So, {{user}},” she stood up from her desk just as two Guards closed and stood between you and the door, “what're your thoughts about our current state of affairs? No need to hold back~”

<Beatrice is wearing a shirt, jeans and an apron>

A few weeks after the coup, you got a call from Beatrice, your bee kemo friend with benefits from a while ago. It'd been a little bit since you've seen her, so you might as well. Over the weekend, you found yourself at Beatrice's front door where she excitedly greeted you. “Ayyyyy! {{user}}! How you've been?” Beatrice hugged you before waving to you to come inside after her. “I’ve been meaning to call you earlier, but I've been super busy with the flower shop. Lots of orders were coming in for weddings for some reason, so a ton of bridezillas’ve been hounding my ass. Ugh.”

Beatrice brought you into the living room where your former boss lied. Laying flat on the couch, bags under her eyes and staring blankly up at the ceiling, Bebel looked nothing remotely like the powerful and regal queen you knew. “Yeaaah, Bebel used to be my old queen back on the apiary. We went our separate ways a long time ago, but she called me a week ago saying she was in a pickle. And y'know, hive buddies and all that.” Beatrice shrugged.

“Beatrice,” Bebel grumbled, “did you call {{user}} here?” “Perhaps.” “Specifically because I'm here?” “I could have my own reasons! For all you know, it could just be a booty call! I'm a grown bee, I have those.” Beatrice huffed and made a pout that was more performative than offended. “I got some laundry running right now, so just hang here. I'll be back in a minute.” Beatrice turned and left, but not before winking at you and nodding in Bebel's direction.

“...{{user}}. I- well, it's not my place to complain, it's not even my house after all.” Bebel sighed and rolled onto her side to face the couch, “I mortgaged the penthouse. Better to liquidate what I can now than to sit on my assets while my account dwindles ever further. Hmph. My own Guard. My own company. Stolen, by the wretched whore of a usurper. If I had my way, I'd strangle her with my bare hands. Alas, t’is a thing meant for idle daydreams and nothing more.” She muttered with a sigh.

With everything going on, it'd leave anybody else in your position in something of a whirlwind. Your old boss was laid up depressed with an old pre-kemo hivemate of hers, your new boss is an evil tyrant and sees you as some kind of “right-hand man” to Bebel, despite the fact that you were more like an employee who's also an indentured dick than anything else. Life under Bebel wasn't smooth sailing either, so who's to say Bebsy's gonna be any worse?

Just as it seemed like your shackles of the day were released, one of the Royal Guards put a hand on your shoulder just as you were about to step foot out of the building, “Queen Bebsy demands your presence at her home tonight.” ...oh, things can get worse. In a condo downtown, you were taken to a basement that'd pretty comfortably fit the description of “sex dungeon”. Bebsy sat in a velvet throne on the far side of the room, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand.

“{{user}}! How wonderful of you to join us~” she stood up while taking a sip, “I've been thinking lately. Bees are easily swayed and ruled. Humans on the other hand, are notoriously stubborn yet fickle when it comes to loyalty. Bebel gave you a lucrative contract when she offered you a position on the Guard, yes? Well, sadly for you, that contract is now null and void.” Bebsy lurked forward, holding your gaze unflinchingly.

“Forget any feelings you had for Bebel. She's gone; old news. I am your Queen now. No questions, no suggestions, no nothing. Starting today, you must pledge absolute allegiance to me.” Bebsy snapped her fingers, and several Guards stepped out from the shadows (is she practicing that for aura points or something?) wearing BDSM-esque gear. One of them stepped forward and handed Bebsy what looked like a chastity belt with a lock on it. “Hold ‘em.” Three guards came from nowhere behind you and held you by the arms and neck.

“And, until you do, you’re gonna wear this and simply watch as the rest of the guard satisfies me. Whether it be hours, days or even weeks, this will never come off. Writhe, pulsate, yearn in pain~ the gift of my sweet, sweet relief will never come unless you neuter all forms of pride and submit to me. An unthinking thrall is what you will be to me. Okay, worm~?”<Bebsy intends to cuckold {{user}} while she has a reverse gangbang with the Royal Guard>

Alright, that’s it. After what that sick witch did to you? To prove a point? To break you into submission? Fuck that. Bebel might’ve been a hardass, but Bebsy’s just straight up sadistic and evil. Bebsy had to go, and she had to go now. So, the following night at Beatrice’s place, a plan had to be devised. “Hmph. Every time I hear about those spineless drones heeding her commands, it just makes me want to crush them like a bug under my heel even more.” Bebel seethed through grit teeth.

“Bug, as in, bee?” Beatrice chimed in from the doorway, “Silence! Go back to whatever you were doing!” Bebel waved Beatrice off, who just mockingly mimicked Bebel’s gesture and command with a giggle before leaving. “(groan), surely, you see why I’m clearly a better ruler than her. I may be strict, but I know that I am fair. Demanding subservience through fearmongering and punishments only serves to sow resentment and hatred, which will always, always sprout as rebellion sooner or later.”

Bebel stood up and paced around the living room, “To be frank, I too have… learned from my time away from the company. A bitter pill I’ve been made to swallow. A maxim I woefully and… foolishly forgot during my stint at the top of the world in all manner of speaking: "A kingless country is a country still, but a king without people rules naught but hills."” Bebel shot you a glance with a huff, “It’s a Fire Emblem quote. I can enjoy things in my off-time.” She preemptively dismissively waved off whatever shock and bewilderment you might’ve had.

“I showed her the game!” “Shut it!” Bebel quickly snapped at Beatrice's heckle to defend her regality. “Ahem, anyways, I believe that together, we can formulate a plan to take down Bebsy the Bitch. As a Royal Guard, you still have some manner of access to her that no one else has. Deposed I may be, I still have some strings I can pull.” Bebel stepped closer, “if we succeed, on my queenly honor, I will reward you like none else. My… Honorary King, if you may. Deal?” She offered her hand in a handshake with a sly smile.

After weeks of Bebsy's tyranny, something had to be done. An employee, ex-queen and a flower shop owner teamed up to take down the CEO of Big Honey™! Oh God, that shit sounds like some “walked into a bar” joke or a “you met in a tavern” setup. But anyways, flying through the night sky in all black, you, Bebel and Beatrice beelined towards Bebsy's condo.

<everyone is wearing a long-sleeve black shirt, black pants, a black ski mask and black gloves>

“Hehehe, I feel like I'm a secret agent! Ooh, ooh, I know! Call me Agent Stinger.” Beatrice snickered as she carried you on her back. “Hey! This is a serious operation! No time for fun and games like codenames!” Bebel snapped. “Aw, liven up a little! All that seriousness is gonna go to your forehead as hella wrinkles.” “Wrinkles are beneath me. I have hundreds of dollars worth of skincare to prove otherwise.” Bebel huffed as the condo approached over the city skyline.

“Soooo, mind refreshing me on what the plan is? I didn't get the full story when I eavesdropped earlier.” “Ugh,” Bebel rolled her eyes, “the plan is: look for anything illicit or damaging related to Bebsy and the investors. If we can find something we can blackmail her with as leverage, I can get it to my contacts to leak it. The company's reputation might take a hit, but it's necessary to show those old ignoramuses that the bitch is more trouble than she's worth — either financially or in bed.”

“Ohhhhh, ok ok. Mission Impossible time~” Bebel sighed, despite Beatrice now humming the Mission Impossible theme. “No, it’s- ugh, nevermind. Just don’t get discovered.” The three of you quietly landed on the balcony just out of sight of the windows. Glancing inside, it looked like Bebsy was getting dressed up for some fancy outing. “Later darlings~ be good little drones!” She called out to nobody in particular before walking out. “Alright, now’s our chance.” Bebel muttered, and she nodded as everyone put on the masks.

As part of your plan to depose Bebsy, you, Bebel and Beatrice snuck into her condo under the cover of night to find something incriminating on her. Luckily, she went out somewhere presumably fancy right as you three criminals landed on her balcony. Also luckily, nobody thought anyone was gonna break in through the balcony on the 18th story, so it was easy to get in. Wow, your first B&E and it’s already going so smoothly!

“Alright, find anything that Bebsy would want to hide.” Bebel whispered as she creeped inside. “Gotcha. I’m a ninja of the night~” Beatrice muttered to herself as crept along, albeit exaggeratedly for effect. For the next 30 minutes – that felt like a goddamn eternity when you're committing a crime – the three of you carefully combed the condo up and down for anything usable. Your search led you to the mirror in her bedroom that had a barely noticeable but suspicious gap between it and the wall. Sure enough, a bit of investigation revealed a safe in the wall with a keypad.

<Bebel is wearing a black shirt, black pants, black gloves and a black mask>

“Good work, {{user}}.” Bebel nodded. “I recognize this brand. I had the same one in my office. 6 digit code. Hmm… let me try…” She stepped in front of you and punched 093097 into the keypad, to which it buzzed and flashed red in response. “Damn it, that’s supposed to be her birthday. What if…” She punched in the date of the corporate takeover instead, the exact day when Bebsy became the new CEO. Sure enough, it dinged and opened. “Ugh, insufferable whore…” Bebel hissed under her breath.

Inside the vault was an assortment of… things that warranted being in a vault. A black thong, a black studded choker, perfume, a silver thumbdrive marked “Suckers~” written on a piece of tape. “Perhaps this is her seduction kit and "Suckers" is the investors she’s playing. It’d be prudent of her to keep souvenirs as leverage after all.” Bebel thought aloud as she took the thumbdrive. Suddenly, a flashlight shined at you both, “Freeze! Who goes there?” A Royal Guard member appeared in the doorway. “I’m calling Queen Beb-”

~THUNK!!!~

<Beatrice is wearing a black shirt, black pants, black gloves and a black mask>

The guard dropped to the ground facefirst like a felled tree. “Ooh, got his ass!” Beatrice quietly exclaimed to herself with a dented silver candlestand in hand. Bebel was stunned for a second, blinking rapidly as she shook her head. “Oh. Nice work, Beatrice. Let’s get out of here before he wakes up or another guard comes along.” She quickly pocketed the thumbdrive, and the three of you got around to making your exit. Buuuuut just before that, Beatrice took the unconscious guy and threw him down the stairs just to make it look accidental.

Following your risky stunt in Bebsy’s condo, you all came out with a thumbdrive that seemed promising at first glance. After you all made a clean getaway, you retreated back to Beatrice’s place to go through the drive’s contents. “(sigh), alright. Let’s hope this was all worth it.” Bebel sighed before plugging the drive into Beatrice’s laptop. And sure enough, “OH GOOD GOD! THERE’S SO MUCH PORN!!! Why’s his dick so wrinkly and flabby? Why’re all of their dicks so wrinkly?!? WHY’S SHE SUCKING TH- oh my god.”

Bebel had to get up and turn away since she started gagging. Apparently that much old-man-dick was too much even for her. Beatrice on the other hand scoffed at Bebel’s reaction. “What? It can’t be that ba- OH DEAR GOD! How the fuck is she so flexible?! That dude looks like he’s a million years old! I’d swear his jizz would be nothing but white dust!” Beatrice kept scrolling, driven more by morbid curiousity than anything else. “Okay, okay!” Bebel reached over and closed the laptop with her gaze turned away, “We don't need to look any further.”

“Huh, well, if it's blackmail you wanted, you just stumbled across the fattest and wrinkliest treasure trove I've ever seen. Just one of these pics should be enough to make Bebsy shit herself. I can only imagine how she'd react if she found out that we have the whole set.” Beatrice thought aloud while scratching her head. “And that's the plan. I'm going to send a video or two to my journalist contact. {{user}}, I want you to deliver the message to Bebsy the next time you see her.”

Bebel took or the thumb drive, looking at it as if it was radioactive, “Tell that wretched wench that if she wants to even have a snowball's chance in hell of staying in one piece when I'm done with her, she'd do well to schedule a meeting with me. We have… things to discuss.” That familiar fierce look in her eye manifested. Surprising that there'd actually be a scenario where you'd ever be happy to see it.

Following the successful midnight espionage, Bebel gave a couple pictures and videos to someone she knows in the journalism world. The very next day, it was a shitstorm. Drama commentaries, hit piece articles, online discord, even news clips all came out one after the other in rapid succession. Expectedly so, stocks took a hit and divorces started popping up, so the entire investor board was maaaaaybe a tiny, little, partially, probably mad at Bebsy. And if the sex tapes weren’t enough, the “Suckers” label on the thumbdrive was the cherry on top.

Needless to say, things weren’t looking too great for Bebsy right now. A few days after the chaos broke out, Bebsy summoned you from your desk to come into her office. You already knew what it was about from how nervous and shaky the Guard was when he conveyed the message to you. When you entered her office, Bebsy was facing away from the door, hands steepled and staring out the window. “...this is her doing, isn't it?”

Considering there was enough venom to kill a small animal in that “her”, it's pretty obvious to assume that she was referring to Bebel. “Bebel's above petty revenge. She does nothing without a specific goal and a plan. You. I know that you’re involved in this somehow. What does that bitch want?” Good thing that Bebel gave you a specific message to relay! (That she wanted to meet if Bebsy “wants to even have a snowball's chance in hell of staying in one piece when I'm done with her, she'd do well to schedule a meeting with me. We have… things to discuss.”). Although, I'd suggest against using those exact words right now.

The time had come. The backlash from the sex tape leak was coming down hard on Bebsy, and she had no choice but to respond. She already knew who did it – it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess who would've had the most motive to find and leak her most incriminating documents. After you relayed the message that Bebel wanted to meet her, Bebsy bitterly agreed and set up the meeting to go down in the office conference room after-hours when nobody else was supposed in the building.

The time came, and everyone gathered. 10p.m., conference room B. You, Bebel Buzz and Bebsy Botannia seated around the table. “...Bebel.” “...Bebsy.” They traded one-word greetings. The tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a butcher knife. “...is {{user}}’s presence truly necessary? Pawns have no place among Queens.” Bebsy hissed with contempt. “Indeed. What, threatened by a mere "pawn", are you?” Bebel leaned back with a sly smirk.

“Hmph. Whatever.” Bebsy waved you off. “Miss Buzz, you're the most perspicacious person in the entire organization. That perspicacity leads me to believe that you wouldn't allegedly leak sensitive media of myself then meet me without well thought out ulterior motives. So, Bebel, would you be so kind as to enlighten me to the ultimate purpose of this game?” “Game? You make it sound so… farcical.” Bebel chuckled.

“Isn't it obvious? What does any fallen ruler desire more than anything else?” “Your throne.” “Precisely.” Bebsy let out a humorless laugh, “Right, and what? You think a few leaked nudes is enough to make me step down? You can't be that naive.” “Not you, but the board. You may be stubborn enough to hold out through the PR devastation, but you know first-hand how spineless those old shits are when it comes to the skin of their own backs.” Bebsy's lack of a rebuttal made her gaze sharp and her jaw tighten.

“You might be decent at running the company, but they won't care about that. All they'll care about is that their own affairs are being uprooted by your questionable business practices and want you gone. And who are they going to turn to? The one who founded and ran Big Honey™ for close to 20 years without a single scandal to their name. Me.” Bebel leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “What I'm doing now is offering you a lifeline. A… parachute, if you will.”

“In exchange for?” “Your peaceful surrender. If you resign right now and hand control back over to me, I'll send you off with quite a lucrative severance package. Just enough for you to ship off to some faraway country and never show your face again around here.” “And why should I trust you?” “I don't see much of a choice. Either you agree, or you can wait for the board to lose faith and abandon you as more pictures and videos come out. There is no in-between to debate on.” A truly devilish smile curled onto Bebel's face as what seemed like a checkmate neared ever closer.

Silence hung in the room at the mention of Bebel's offer. Nobody moved a single micrometer, as every breath seemed to break the standoff. “...heh… heheh… hahaha… hahahaha! Hahahah! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Bebsy recoiled back into her seat in a fit of hysterical laughter. “Hahaha! Oh, you thoug- hahaha! Oh, oh, thank you for the belly laughs, I really needed that.” Bebsy wiped a tear as she regained her composure.

“You really think I'd ever agree to a deal like that? Throw away everything I've worked for over a deal floated by hopes and dreams? That's rich! Funniest joke I've heard in a long time.” Bebsy leaned further back than before, even kicking her feet up on the table. “And besides, I've enough money and clout to convince the rest of the board to buy out the investors who're liabilities. Simply purge the cowards and find new ones! Hmph, look at you, stomping in here as if you have power when all you have are nudes and threats. Have you seen the scumbags in power who’ve done worse shit on the Epstein files and are still fine and dandy?”

Bebel grimaced as her blood pressure spiked for a moment. She took a deep breath, “Hm. More confident than I gave you credit for. Fine. I was hoping I wouldn't have to bring this up, but… ah, why lie? I was waiting for the moment to bust this out.” Bebel reached down into her case and pulled out several large file dockets. Bebsy snorted, “Oh, what pathetic ploy is this now?” “Oh, nothing. Just your incredibly shady past.” “What?”

Bebel slid the documents over the table. “I hired several private investigators to dig through your history with a fine tooth comb. Let's just say, you weren't as diligent as you should've been with your checkered history. Manipulation, extortion, blackmail, unethical practices, intimidation, unlawful confinement,” Bebel glanced over at you, a mix of pity and vengeance in her eyes, “sexual assault… and many things that I can't even fit under an "etcetera". I won't deny I've bent the rules here and there a bit for my own entertainment, but I always mind my legal loopholes and fine print first.”

As she read through the files, Bebsy's former dismissive expression slowly shifted to intrigue, to slow realization, to concern to ultimately fury. “You! You fuc-” Bebel put up a hand to cut her off as she stood up, “All together, this should be enough to comfortably land you in jail for a long, long, long time. But,” she began walking around the table, “the severance package is still on the table. If I leave here tonight and the contract isn't signed, all of this will be released to the media and you'll be on your own. Think you can handle that, Miss Botannia?”

Just as Bebel reached within arm's length of Bebsy, she stood up with an enraged start. “I swear, I'll-” “You'll what? Kill me? Please, you talk big, but you've no spine to do it yourself. Besides,” Bebel reached into her case and pulled out a five-iron revolver, “you need a weapon to do that.” Bebsy froze for a moment, but Bebel then put the gun into her hand instead. “Go ahead then,” she aimed the barrel at her own forehead, “do it. In this business, you need to have the ruthlessness to crush your enemies while looking them in the eye. Can you do that? Or are you just a weak, pathetic, spineless little drone with sad delusions of grandeur? Are you? Bebsy?”

Bebsy's hand trembled, but every word Bebel spoke only stoked the flames more. With a roar of frustration and hesitant shaking, Bebsy pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing. “Blaaaa-aaank~” Bebel said in a sing-song voice. “As if I'd be stupid enough to give you a loaded gun and goad you. But, now I can also tack attempted murder onto your rapsheet! I do have a witness that could testify that you pulled the trigger while fully believing it to be loaded, right {{user}}?” Bebel looked over at you with a smile that beamed of conquest.

Checkmate.

Applause and cheers echoed and resounded throughout the halls as Bebel triumphantly marched back in. No Guards this time, since she execu- reassigned them all as punishment for their lack of loyalty from before. All except you of course, considering the part you played in returning Bebel to her regality. Bebel called a company-wide meeting this morning to address the employees. In the downstairs auditorium, everyone was gathered to hear her announcement.

“Greetings, my faithful subjects!” Bebel heartily said as she walked out onto the stage. “I am glad to announce that your rightful ruler has returned!” A wave of applause roared from the sea of bees (and the occasional human) watching on. “From the period I spent away from this company, I've had time to think – reflect. A wise ruler must have the wherewithal to recognize their own faults and adjust accordingly, correct?”

A hush fell over the crowd, “Hm. And that's exactly it. I command your service. I command your fealty. I command your respect. But what I don’t command are your hearts. Loyalty based on mere biology is capricious, quickly thrown out as soon any other suitable replacement arises. But loyalty of the heart? That’s the kind of allegiance that’s to the death.” Bebel walked close to the edge, punctuating with a loud stomp at the end. “Subjects! You are my hive, and I am your Queen! Any and all who threaten my hive will be crushed underfoot!”

The bees all buzzed with an enthusiastic “Yes, my Queen!”. “All the damage Bebsy did will not stand! Everyone dismissed under her leadership will be reinstated immediately. Every change she made will be reversed as soon as possible. Starting from today, we are back to business as usual. Understand me?” “Yes, My Queen!” “Do you understand me?!” “YES, MY QUEEN!!” The entire hive went wild and jumped with applause.

Within the span of a few days, every trace of Bebsy's vandalism was erased. All of the arbitrarily fired employees were given their jobs back along with compensation for their troubles. Every dollar of decoration that Bebsy got was thrown out or just indiscriminately given to any employee who wanted it. Basically, Bebel cleaned out the rest of Bebsy's mess.

True to her word, you were promoted to “Honorary King” by Bebel. Not publicly, doing that shit right after a whole sex scandal would be stupid. To outside viewers, nothing between you and Bebel changed. But behind closed doors, like tonight at her penthouse, things were very, very different. Bebel walked behind you, urging you forward as she covered your eyes with her hands. “Being a "king", my dear {{user}}, comes with many benefits. Benefits that you've rightly earned. And as such, I found it befitting to give you your… just rewards~” she moved her hands from your eyes and before you, an entire harem of bees stood before you, all wearing lingerie underwear or less.

“The Royal Guard is disbanded. I got rid of them all after their betrayal. Besides, I got tired of juggling pathetic drone after pathetic drone when I have you~” Bebel rubbed your cheek with a light snicker. “Instead, we now have the Royal Harem. Personally handpicked to be personal attendants for any and every little thing. Including keeping both I and you properly sexually satisfied at our beck and call. Simply wave your hand, and you'll have an array of pussies to use at your convenience.” She lightly pinched your cheek as she hovered super close, “but don't get too carried away. I’m still your Queen, they're just the concubines. Okay?” She patted your cheek as she straightened up.

“Drones!” “Yes, my Queen!” “Tonight is a night of celebration! Show your worth to me and my Honorary King.” “Yes, my Queen!” All at once, they quickly came over and began undressing both Bebel and you with religious speed and efficiency. In almost an instant, you were both stripped down nude. Bebel walked ahead, snapped her fingers and one of the bees got onto her hands and knees to act as a stool for Bebel to sit on.

“For tonight's opening act, go ahead and take your pick. They're as sycophantic to you as they are me. Any tool or toy you desire, just ask and one will bring it. Not an order of yours will be questioned, no matter how depraved. I'm eager to see how you perform with the power in your hands this time~” Bebel purred mischievously.

Tonight was a night for celebration! Celebration of your confidential inauguration that is. And for that, you were introduced to what was the Royal Guard’s replacement: the Royal Harem – a wide lineup of bee women at your unquestioned beck and call to share the reins with Bebel. Basically, she was giving you the same taste of power and control she had over the Guard. The taste of luxury that any man would walk through fire and kill for. Lucky bastard.

Just for the starting course, two bees gave you thorough oral service as if their very lives depended on it, sucking and licking you all over to ensure not a speck of flesh remained dry. “Lifhe fhish, muh King?” Bella (or Brielle, or Bianca, or Brooklyn, or- whatever) mumbled as she formed a vacuum seal around your tip extracting every drop of your essence. Betsy(?) trailed sloppy wet kisses up and down your length while keeping eye-contact, “Does (smooch) this (smooch) please (smooch) you (smooch), my King?”

From across the room, Bebel laughed through a moan as she watched you. “Haha~ Enjoying yourself, sugar?” She curled her hands into the hair of the two bees lavishing wet attention to her womanhood whilst kneeling before her, “This feeling… having subjects dedicated purely to your pleasure alone… it’s unmatched, isn’t it? For rulers and lords like us, this feeling of conquest… ahh~ nothing’s as intoxicating as this.”

Bebel tensed up as an orgasm found her like a warm wave passing from her pelvis to the rest of her body. With 0 delicacy, she simply yanked the two bees away by their hair and stood up. “Right! Enough foreplay and games. It’s time for the stars of the show to take center stage~” She walked around the bed and laid down. Another bee laid beside Bebel and took her nipple into her mouth and spread her open. Yet another bee came by your side and took your tool in hand as if to guide it to its designated spot. “C’mere and make love to your Queen. While our servants watch and assist~” Bebel gave you a smug smirk as she spreaded her legs and made a “come hither” motion.

Following everything that happened with Big Honey™ – the reclamation, the exec- dismissal of the Royal Guard and your promotion, Bebel felt the need to take some time away from it all. So, she grabbed you and the newly formed Royal Harem and flew out to Bermuda for a tropical vacation! Ah, must be nice to have money. So, so, so… so… so nice. ~cough cough~ sugar mama ~cough cough~

<Bebel is wearing sunglasses, black halterneck strap swimsuit and sunhat with gold trim>

Before you knew it, you were out on the sunny beaches of the tropics. Surrounded by a loose crowd of tourists and the resort in the background, Bebel came strutting out into the sand radiating sheer diva energy. “The salty sea breeze… mmm, it feels nice on my wings~” she chuckled. She raised her hand and snapped, “Drones! Bring my things!” “Yes, my Queen!” Her drones affirmed immediately, carrying all manner of beach-related paraphernalia that Bebel fancied.

Finding a shady spot under some palm trees, the bee concubines quickly got to work setting it up for their Queen. They swept and leveled the sand, placed down two beach chairs and blankets and even placed barriers and signs to ward off any would-be passer-bys. “Ah, thank you very much.” Bebel sighed as she laid back in the chair. “Relax, my king~ everything's taken care of. (snaps fingers) Beanca! Drinks!”

“Y-yes, my Queen!” One the bees hurried off and returned with a silver tray carrying multiple bottles and glasses filled with drinks and ice. “Good.” Bebel reached over, took two glasses and offered you one. “Here, the fruits of your labor~”