“Have the chance to speak with Dr. Wolf?” asked Chambers.

Christie furrowed her brow at the high-pitched buzzing. The bees weren’t really much for conversation. 

She felt her suit weighing her down, magnetically forcing her to kner knees. She felt her body presented, vulnerable, warming; the thick, advanced suit heating up with anticipation. The latex cupped, shaped, tightened. She could feel her waist constricted, her neck caressed. 

The leash released, but only so that a golden ballgag could fill her mouth. She chewed on it, tasting the honey-sweetened rubber as she grunted, struggled, squirmed against the heaviness, the weight of the suit. 

Chambers started to shake her head no, insisting that the rest of the hive spend some time discussing with the boss. Surely they could recognize that she was a valued member of Dr. Wolf’s team…

But the feeling of the bee’s warm hands and happy buzzing told her that she was about to get a new job! 



Part 2. 
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