Part II
by Kid Charlemagne
kid_charlemagne66@yahoo.com
(This story is copyright Kid Charlemagne, characters are copyright of their respective creators)
The Great Ms. Americana hung from the Hive wall like a voluptuous trophy. Her arms, from the elbows down, and her legs, from the knees down, encased in the super hard wax of a giant honeycomb.
The rest of her sexy figure hung accessibly in the air with her now giant Double EE breasts bulging outward like enormous udders. While her mouth and vagina were stuffed with the huge ribbed shafts of the Queen Bee's Male Drones.
"You're getting off on this aren't you Americana?" asked the Queen Bee as she reached out at eye level and squeezed one of Ms. Americana's mammoth tits with her black, latex-gloved hands. "MMMMMMM.......I know I am," she added as used her other hand to stroke her own clitoris through her black vinyl crotchless panties. "Halfway there Ameri-Ho," she said bending over to glance at the progress of her Male Drone's huge phallus in the helpless heroine's impaled pussy.
Just then, another of the ribs from the giant bee's cock stretched the Queen of Justice's vaginal lips wide and forced its shaft deeper into the heroine sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. "Must resist...these feelings....only chance to break free...must concentrate," thought Americana as, once again, she tried to fight the onrushing climax and her immediate de-powering. But suddenly the Male Drone impaling Americana's mouth with its' phallus tried to push its' member forward and then back. The Drone's hind legs had latched onto Americana's head while its' middle and upper pairs of legs held her shoulders and back. But all the creature's pulling back and forth only succeeded in forcing Americana's head to move forward and back then forward and back while the shaft itself remained firmly lodged between her parted red lips and down her throat. While a shocked Americana could only manage a helpless "MMMMMUUUUHHHMMMM!" cry as her head bobbed back and forth. "This so....degrading!" Americana thought.
"Sorry Ameri-Cow but it looks like the Drone you're servicing in your mouth has expanded to his full girth and he'll stay that size until he blows his load. You shouldn't have interrupted me," explained the Queen Bee. "Soon the clutches of eggs your hormone ravaged body is producing under the effects of the Royal Bee Jelly will get a dowsing of hot sperm. Your womb will become my own private brood farm producing thousands of Super Guard bees, more than enough to take over Delta City!" continued the evil genius.
Again, the Male Drone clutching Americana's hips and thighs rammed its' phallus home, easily stretching her clitoris lips wide and pushing the shaft further inside as the lips sealed tightly behind each rib. "I can feel the oncoming orgasm....must resist...with all my might," she thought fighting the cock's erotic effects. "I can feel my strength returning....just a few more minutes...and...and I can pull free!" thought the heroine as she fought to keep the cloud of pleasure from enveloping her mind.
"I cannot yield....so helpless....must escape before my will is broken and my power belt is useless," she thought just as two more ribs and the accompanying shaft thrust into her while the huge cockhead now sunk into her fertile womb. With one last push, the Male Drone impaled Americana with the final two inches of the now more than foot-long cock leaving only the base of the insect phallus and huge ball sack wobbling at the entrance to her tightly stretched vagina. The cock, which was also now three inches wide, had expanded to its' maximum size and was firmly embedded in the Queen of Justice unable to move in or out any longer. Americana fought valiantly to quiet her gurgled cries of pleasure, "It's so big...uhhhhh..must not....uhhh...give in to the feelings.....it's my only chance," thought the double penetrated heroine as she fought a seemingly hopeless battle to stop the fog of pleasure from taking over completely.
"Well you appear to be fully stuffed!" said the Queen Bee now wearing only her black latex thigh-high boots and crotchless panties as she leaned under Ms. Americana's voluptuous, immobilized form to check her impalement.
Anger began to well up in Ms. Americana, anger she used to keep her erotic feelings in check. "That may be you vile criminal," thought Americana angrily, "but I won, I haven't climaxed and my strength is returning! I still have my power belt and in a few moments I"ll be free!" Concentrating harder, she tried to forget the two huge cocks buried deep in her mouth and vagina and the pleasure they generated and focus on moving her hands, feet, legs and arms imprisoned deep inside the super strong wax honeycomb. Little by little, Americana could feel the wax of the giant honeycomb giving way, bending and stretching under her increasing power. With a surge of confidence, the Queen of Justice was sure that in moments she'd be free to have her revenge.
"Think you're finished here Ms. Americana? No, not yet. Now for the Coup de Grace my double-stuffed Ms. Ameri-Hole," began the Queen Bee. "You may finish her off when ready my pets. And don't worry Americana, I'll do the same to Brenda Wade when they deliver her!"
Ignoring the gargantuan male members in her throat and pussy and the voice of Queen Bee, Ms. Americana continued to tug at the super strong wax of the honeycomb edging closer and closer to freedom. "I can feel it loosening....uhhh...almost there," she thought. Concentrating on her physical task she was unaware that both insects had begun flapping their wings and emitting a buzz that grew louder and louder.
Suddenly, the Male Drone's mammoth cocks roared to life inside the helpless heroine and began vibrating in tandem with the bee's buzzing.
"What...the...they're moving inside me...AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the Queen of Justice as her fragile grip on concentration was annihilated by blasts of pleasure from the colossal vibrating shafts. "MFFFFFFFFFFPPPPMMM!" gurgled Ms. Americana as her will was blown away by the white hot waves of insect induced pleasure.
"You can thank me now Americana, I designed these Male Drones for maximum pleasure and I'm one hell of a genetic engineer," said the Queen Bee fingering her clitoris through her crotchless panties as she watched the rape, "MMMMMMMMM, especially when it comes to sex toys!"
"Oh God...they're so huge....moving around inside me.......uhhhhhh.... can't stop myself......Climaxing!" thought the thoroughly raped Queen of Justice as her consciousness slipped into the abyss of a white hot orgasm. The climax rendered her mighty power belt useless and the walls of giant honeycomb still held her limbs fast. All while the giant insect phalluses penetrating Ms. Americana continued to vibrate. Just as she began to come down from one massive orgasm, her body seized and her mind was launched on another mind-blowing climax.
"MMMMMM...I see you're enjoying yourself Ameri-Slut," purred the Queen Bee as she worked a large, bumpy dildo in and out of her moistening twat, "your rape is making me hot too....uhhhhhhh!"
Ms. Americana's eyes bulged as she felt the huge cocks in her mouth and pussy straighten and seize, preparing to ejaculate. "Oh no...I can feel it....my body ripe...they're going to impregnate me," she thought, "This can't be happening to me!" With that, the Male Drones began unloading their hot, thick, yellow pug into the Queen of Justice. The member buried deep in her pussy blasted its' seed into the helpless horny heroine, covering her ripe womb with a coat of sperm and fertilizing most of the huge clutch of eggs the Royal Bee Jelly had forced her captive body to produce. "So hot, filling me....NOOOOOOOO!" Americana's mind screamed. More problematic for her was the wad of sweet goo shooting down her throat. Americana was forced to swallow the Drone's sperm as quickly as possible to continue breathing while some of the sticky pug, inevitably, leaked from around her full, red lips and onto her ballooning chest. The bees ejaculation triggered yet another forced climax throughout Ms. Americana's body.
"By the way, the Male bees continue to deposit sperm in their Breeding Queen until she can take no more so you'd better tell them when you're full," smile a gleeful Queen Bee, "Oh that's right you can't.....too bad."
As the Male Drone's ball sacks continued pumping their contents into the wall hanging heroine, she could feel that as the volume of sperm pumped into her grew, the Drone's cocks began to deflate. Slowly they grew more and more slender and pliable. Finally, the Drone in her mouth pulled its' limp member back, released its hold on Americana's shoulders and head, and buzzed off, dribbling more cum onto the Queen of Justice's face as it flew away. The Male Drone between her legs slowly pulled its' rod out of the heroine's widely stretched vagina allowing some of the gooey seed to leak and spill to the ground. But as each rib retracted through her tight pussy lips, it sent a wave of pleasure through Ms. Americana, then another and another.
"Can't hold back......going to climax again! Ugghhhhhh" mumbled the Queen of Justice through her cum covered lips just as the Drone's penis exited with a "POP!" and her vaginal lips closed tightly again throwing the outwardly prudish Americana into another full blast orgasm.
The Male Drone released the immobilized heroine's thighs and hips from the grasp of its' three sets of legs and flew away. Almost immediately another of the sexually frenzied Male Drones was drawn by Ms. Americana's mating pheromones, a BI-product of ingesting the Royal Bee Jelly, and landed on her hips and thighs over her now sticky pussy mound. "Great Liberty, another bee is going to mount me!" she exclaimed as the huge Male Drone settled in and aimed its 12-inch long, ribbed phallus at her tight opening and plunged ahead. As the head and then each wide rib of the bee penis penetrated the powerless heroine it sent more shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Americana's overexcited body. Again the rod thrust forward and expanded in girth as it went.
"So degrading.....these creatures... raping climax after climax from me! Mating with me draining my will power!" whispered Ms. Americana as she felt the inevitable building in her amazon body, "Ugghhhh..climaxing too strong..can't take it...I'm being tamed!" she screamed as her prudish arrogance disappeared for good beneath clouded thoughts of mating and endless climaxes. The heroine's hips now wiggled back and forth and up and down as she instinctively thrust her pussy against the onslaught of the huge insect cock. The Male Drone continued planting his tool even deeper in Americana's ripe vagina until it was buried to the hilt and the insect's mammoth ball sacks were rubbing against her sensitive clit.
"You've enjoyed yourself quite enough thanks to my genetic engineering," blurted out the Queen Bee, "It's time you returned the favor like a good wall trophy." She purred with delight as she slowly worked the huge, bump-filled dildo through her crotchless, latex panties and out of her slick pussy, tossing it to the floor. The Queen Bee's pair of wings came to life and she hovered slowly off the ground and up eight feet to where Ms. Americana's head hung oblivious with its glazed over eyes. Then, the Queen Bee flew just a little bit higher, lifted her legs parallel with the floor and slammed her pert, yellow twat into Americana's unprotected face and bent her knees to sit on the Queen of Justice's shoulders. "Now start licking you overbearing bitch!" commanded the Queen Bee as she grabbed Americana's head and forced her mouth to the entrance of the Queen Bee's cunt.
And lick the once proud Queen of Justice did. "No choice....must do as the Queen Bee....commands," whispered the helpless heroine.
Her will now completely broken, Ms. Americana slipped into a trance and began pleasing the Queen Bee lapping up her pussy juice like a milk thirsty cat. "Ohhh...Yes!...Break her and she's nothing but a fuck machine." said the Queen Bee. Americana, her mind clouded with erotic thoughts and blasts of pleasure, used her luscious tongue to dart quickly in and of the Queen Bee's slick pussy. The horny Queen of Justice was oblivious to the strange, short-trimmed blond pubic hair that surrounded the Queen Bee's clit as well as the soft yellow bee fur that covered her entire body. But Americana's tongue continued its' work, plunging between the opening in her captor's latex panties and into the soft folds of the Queen Bee's pussy. "Ohhhhh you naughty bitch....ughhhhh....I'm...I'm...I'm cumming!" screamed the villainess as she came hard all over the superheroine's face then released her legs from around Americana's head and shoulders, brought her buzzing wings to life and floated gently down to the ground in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.
As the Queen Bee looked up from the floor where she sat in a pool of her own juices, she noticed with a smile that the Male Drone's cock now buzzed with life as it was buried deep in the superheroine's womb. "I see your second suitor will soon fertilize more of your eggs with many more suitors still waiting....ahh....here comes another now," lectured the Queen Bee as she glanced into the air.
Soon enough, another of the Male Drones landed on Ms. Americana's shoulders and head and thrust it's foot-long member toward her mouth. This time, however, the superheroine did not resist but instead took the shaft willingly into her mouth, wrapped its' width with her cum-covered lips and began bobbing her head back and forth to the delight of the Male bee.
"My my you really are a slut underneath all that feminist ranting Americana. The way you're going at it you must never get any at home," said the Queen Bee as a hint of surprise crept into her voice.
Just then, the shaft inside Americana's pussy burst to life and began shooting its' huge, hot wad into the immobilized superheroine sending another blazing orgasm ripping through her blanked out mind.
"Ha! Maybe I'll let you service the entire hive--if you can take it." laughed the Queen Bee as the ravishment of the once proud Ms. Americana continued.
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"This is bad, very bad," thought Commander Jorgensen.
"Sorry Chief," explained one of his police officers, "We checked everywhere in Delta City, Wade Industries HQ, her home...she's nowhere."
"Someone like Brenda Wade can't just disappear into nothing," responded Jorgensen, "and we've got to find her and find out why this Queen Bee person wants to have her delivered to her so badly."
The poor officer just held out his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
"And we're running out of time," continued the Commander, "If we don't deliver Brenda Wade to this Queen Bee person in two hours her bees will start attacking everyone and everything in Delta City. And there's not much I can do to stop them. You saw what those giant bees did to the heavily armed force surrounding Wade Industries Labs."
"What about bug spray Chief?" asked another one of Delta City's finest.
"It's too risky, there's too much of a danger of it blowing around the city and sickening people--even killing them" the Commander responded, "besides the bees move so fast they'd be difficult to target with gas and we can't get near their 'Hive' to drop it in."
A phone in the corner of the Situation Room suddenly rang to life and a plain clothed detective picked it up, said "Hello," then put his hand over the receiver and turned to Jorgensen.
The man gulped and said, "Uh, it's the Mayor chief and she wants to talk to you,"
The Commander let out a sigh, closed his eyes and touched his hand to his forehead. "Great, this day is getting better and better," he said taking the phone.
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The final Male Drone pulled its' deflating member out of Ms. Americana's slack mouth and buzzed into the air of the huge birthing chamber.
The Queen of Justice had slipped into a trance and unwittingly pleased the Queen Bee's entire gang of Male Drones. Rocked by so many orgasms, she had long ago lost track of the number and anything else save cumming again and again. The Male Drone bees had had their way plugging and pounding the randy superheroine for over an hour until they were all satiated--for a while at least.
"Oh my, I didn't think it was possible but you pleased my entire gang," said the Queen Bee with a smile, "that's some body and libido you have Ameri-Whore. Too bad it worked against you--to seal your fate." The Queen Bee, still dressed in nothing but her black, thigh-high vinyl boots and crotchless panties, walked up to the huge honeycomb wall to examine the defeated heroine.
Just as when the ordeal began, Ms. Americana hung suspended in the air with her knees down to her feet and her elbows to her hands pulled back and sealed deep inside the super-hard wax of a giant honeycomb. Held firmly fixed in position, she had become nothing but a voluptuous and accessible wall hanging for the Male Drones. However, it was the physical changes in the arrogant Queen of Justice that brought the broad grin to evil Queen Bee's face. Ms. Americana's already large double D breasts had ballooned to even more massive double E melons and her tight, toned stomach had bulged to accommodate the clutches of bee larvae growing in her womb and a vagina packed with semen. The once proud Queen of Justice now hung limply from the wall, almost her entire body covered in the sticky, amber spunk from the giant bees.
It was only now, with no streams of new pleasure, that Ms. Americana's foggy consciousness started to clear.
The Queen Bee reached her vinyl-gloved hands out to touch the round belly of the now very pregnant Ms. Americana then peered down to check the condition of the immobilized heroine's well-worn clit lips. "You make a better breeding cow than I ever could have imagined," said the Queen Bee, "It looks like the Royal Bee Jelly has forced your body to ovulate a huge clutch of eggs. But the real shocker is that your healing power has apparently allowed your pussy to stay tight, even after the pounding it received, keeping all that potent bee semen in your vagina where much of it would have forced its way back out of a weaker women. The upshot of which is that all the bee eggs you carry are fertilized and you should start delivering them soon."
"Great Liberty she's right!" thought Americana, "I can feel the hot sperm the bees injected into me packing my vagina....and something moving...something growing!"
"My my, I can't wait to do this to that cunt Brenda Wade," said the Queen Bee as she used her gloved hands to momentarily part the Queen of Justice's over-used clit lips and unleash a stream of honey-like bee semen. "My bees really packed your pussy with a massive load, eh? Perhaps we should call you the Queen of Cum?" laughed the Queen Bee.
"How humiliating, first to be sealed helplessly into a wax honeycomb, then deflowered by male insects....then turned into some kind of sick breeding machine! " thought Americana as her consciousness returned further and she glanced down at her Amazonian figure. "What have they done to me? My breasts are huge! My beautiful stomach bursting! Please someone help!" Just then her body seized and she felt something pushing toward her clit lips--from the inside! She was going into labor.
"I see you're about to start your job as the Hive's Brood Queen. I can't thank you enough. I'll be back when you need a refill of Royal Bee Jelly and sperm" said the Queen Bee with an evil grin, "Ta ta Americana, sorry I can't stay around to watch but I'm expecting a delivery, a very important delivery. Besides, I'll leave you in the capable hands of my Nurse bees who'll know what to do with the larvae you produce. Did you know that the Brood Queen can lay up to one larvae egg every minute and lay her weight in eggs every 12 hours? Welcome to your never-ending hell Ameri-Slut!" With that, the Queen Bee slapped the captured superheroine's huge breasts, setting them in motion to slosh helplessly back and forth. Then she turned and walked from the chamber, surrounded by a cadre of Guard bees.
With a loud "SPLORT!" sound a stream of sticky, amber goo exploded from Ms. Americana's pussy lips as life flickered into movement "By all that's holy! I'm going into labor! No! How can this happen to me?!" Her once tight pussy lips began to spread and stretch as the larvae inside her pushed to escape. Soon the first of many of the light brown creatures began to push out of Ms. Americana's hole pushing, inching its' way out. "Great Liberty, it's pushing out....I'm giving birth...uggghhhhh....so big...No!" screamed the Queen of Justice as the bee larvae's head pushed out, protruding into the air from her quickly elongating pussy. The larvae had soft ridges, was thin at the head, thicker in the middle, then thin again at the tail. As each ridge passed the heroine's clit lips it sent more shockwaves of unwanted pleasure coarsing through Americana, intensifying as the larvae's wide mid-section passed her nether-lips. "Oh god....it's so big....Uhhhh!....The bee offspring is....fucking me in reverse!" she moaned as her body spiked with another unwanted climax.
As the widest part of its' foot long body passed Americana's vaginal lips, the larvae was able to exit the panting heroine and fall to the hive's floor. Quickly, a nurse bee swooped down and gently grasped the new larvae then flew off depositing it in one of the many open honeycombs in the huge room. A process soon to be repeated many times over.
"Ughh...it's finally out," thought Ms. Americana shaking her hips protruding from the honeycomb wall, "Now maybe I can find a way to free...I can...Arrrghh..No! I can feel another one trying to push out!" she screamed as another larvae erupted from her ever-widening pussy. Then, suddenly the once mighty heroine felt a burning in her massive breasts and looked down in horror to see a sticky, amber fluid begin spurting from her huge nipples. "By the goddess, I'm lactating! Producing honey for my brood...No..this can't be happening!" she yelled in disbelief. Almost on cue, as if by instinct, two of the oversized Nurse bees landed on Americana's behemoth-sized augmented breasts, clamped their three sets of legs to the pendulous udders and began lapping up the nipple's output with their tongues. When they had collected a portion of the honey-like nutrient too big for their mouth, they placed the amber mass in a pouch on their abdomen.
"MMMMMMMMMM...Oh that feels sooo..good," blurted out a more and more delirious Ms. Americana as the Nurse bees stimulated her enormous nipples with their insect tongues increasing the steady flow of sweet nutrients from her breasts. Just then, she could feel another larvae as it began to work it's way out of her overused twat towards freedom. "Uh....these creatures....stimulating me...above and below....losing focus...the larvae....too big...splitting me in like a log!" groaned the amazon while her consciousness and will power faded to the might of an onrushing orgasm.
The second larvae exited much quicker than the first and fell to the floor. Soon, the Queen of Justice's vaginal lips were stretched wide then stretched again for more of the brood to pass through so that even her healing powers could not keep up with the constant onslaught. While the nurse bees, suckling at her breasts continued their work draining the huge mammeries of their powerful nutrients. After filling up, the bees would fly off to distribute the sweet contents of their honey sacks to the ever growing number of larvae emerging from the helpless heroine's womb. Any thoughts the Queen of Justice might have had were now totally crowded out by the erotic pleasures enveloping her ripe body.
The arrogant and once mighty Ms. Americana had been mounted on the Hive wall, violated and turned into nothing more than a breeding machine--to sire the army that would soon conquer Delta City.
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"Where is Wade?!" screamed an angry Queen Bee atop the roof of the Hive that used to be Wade Labs. She scanned the surrounding area for any sign of the authorities who were supposed to deliver her hated ex-boss, "Their time is almost up. I warned them of the consequences!"
Just then a line of police vehicles approached, still several blocks away from the building.
"Ahhh....her come those morons now," said the impatient villainess.
The police motorcade stopped about a block from the lab, still in plain view, and a figure got out. It was Commander Jorgensen. He grabbed a bullhorn from the squad car. "Hello...Queen Bee?," his voice blasted from the loudspeaker, "We have who you want, we're bringing Wade to you now."
The Queen Bee, surrounded by her buzzing minions, waved them forward from her rooftop perch.
Soon the motorcade was allowed to move up to the street alongside the Hive and, true to his word, Jorgensen motioned for the doors of the S.W.A.T. van to open. Out stepped a confused-looking, buxom brunette between two other officers.
"There she is my pets, bring her to me," commanded the Queen Bee.
Two large Guard bees immediately leapt into action, buzzing straight toward the voluptuous figure on the ground. Before any of the police could react the huge bees swooped in, grabbed the woman, one locking onto each shoulder, and buzzed back into the air. Soon enough they landed back on the rooftop dropping their prey in a heap in front of their mistress.
"Get up Brenda Wade and face your new master!" bellowed the Queen Bee to the crumpled form on the ground. Slowly the well-endowed woman, wearing a tight, suggestive business suit with short skirt, got to her feet and faced the villainess.
The Queen Bee's large, black, pupil-less eyes stared at the woman for a moment in disbelief then her brow furrowed in anger. "You're not Wade!!" she screamed in a fury as she unleashed an open-fisted punch that sent the woman flying across the brown, organic encrusted rooftop. The force dislodged the women's black wig to reveal locks of blond hair and a police issue handgun underneath.
As the woman's now unconscious body came to a stop, the Queen Bee bent down to examine the impostor. "She's not Wade, she's a cop," said the angry villainess finding a badge tucked in the woman's coat. Even the furious Queen Bee had to admire the women's bravery and, she noticed, the officer's huge breasts, pouting lips and hot body--a nice stand in for Brenda Wade. "Hmmmm," said the queen Bee admiringly, "she must work Vice."
Suddenly, two police helicopters roared into the airspace above the hive and more well-armed Delta City police appeared on the streets below, heading straight for the Hive.
"The fools!" yelled the Queen Bee, "It's all a trick. Get them!" she commanded her Guard bees while she, herself, retreated down the rooftop stairwell to the safety of the Hive interior. Soon hundreds of huge Guard bees were buzzing in the air around the Hove looking for humans, any humans, to attack.
Quickly, the choppers above launched canisters of gas onto the roof of the Hive but the bees in the vicinity buzzed away from the area quickly, untainted by the fumes. However, the clouds of toxic gas made it difficult and dangerous for more Guard bees to exit the top of the Hive and launch their attack. While police on the ground began firing up at the huge insects, another group of heavily armed officers approached the Hive's walls, determined to gain entrance.
The gas and the chaos gave Delta City's finest a chance--at least for a while.
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Meanwhile, Delta City's great protector was being reamed from the inside out by the brood of bee larvae she had been forcibly impregnated with. With her limbs fastened to the honeycomb wall, Ms. Americana's once proud body convulsed from the birthing of yet another bee larvae as the light brown, ridged creature stretched and then passed through her overstretched pussy lips. "Ugghhhh!...another one...will they ever stop!" she squealed through clenched teeth and a mind fogged with pain and pleasure. She had long since lost track of how many bee larvae she had been forced to birth. It was all a demeaning blur.
Just as the Queen Bee had boasted, the proud, prudish Ms. Americana had been transformed into the Hive's ever-horny breeding cow.
As usual, a Nurse bee zoomed in to pick up the larvae Americana had expelled and place it in one of the honeycombs for incubation while two more nurse bees continued suckling at Ms. Americana's pendulous breasts, extracting the sweet, honey-like nectar used to sustain the larvae. The erotic attention the oversized bees paid her large nipples also helped to keep Americana in a constant state of arousal.
"Oh no....arrghhhh! Not again!" screamed the defenseless superheroine as she felt another of her brood part her vaginal lips, wiggle to freedom and fall to the floor of the birthing chamber. Almost in unison, the Nurse bees molesting her deflating udders stopped their seemingly incessant licking and flew into the air with their load of nutrients.
Soon Ms. Americana's almost constant panting began to slow and finally cease. Slowly, the groggy, sweat and cum-covered heroine was able to focus her mind. Little by little her consciousness and thoughts returned. Slowly, the effects of her ravaging hormones and the sexual stimulation that followed began to recede. Through bleary eyes the Queen of Justice began to, once again, survey her predicament.
She glanced down. To her horror, she saw that her firm, bulbous, oversized breasts had been reduced to sagging udders relieved of their honey-like nutrients by the suckling tongues of the Nurse bees. "My perfect breasts...ruined," cried Americana, "and my poor pussy is so sore from violation that I'll be walking bowlegged for weeks. The vile Queen Bee forced me to service her horrible sexual needs but I'll have my revenge yet!" Soon, her out of control hormone levels, and the sexual frenzy that came with them, began to subside as the effects of the Royal Bee Jelly began to wear off. And she still wore her all important power belt! Pushed up and almost hidden from view between her expanding stomach and ballooning breasts, the Queen Bee had forgotten to remove it. While Americana's multiple orgasms had made the belt useless for now, it held the promise of her returning super strength soon enough.
Ms. Americana started tugging at her limbs buried deep inside the giant honeycomb. To her surprise, she realized she could budge her arms and legs. "URRRRR..." She groaned in her struggle, "I must have loosened the wax before I was de-powered from the first forced climax." To her never-ending shame, the sweat and bee semen that covered her voluptuous body helped Americana in her efforts to free herself from her wax prison. She found the slick coating helped her slide her limbs further and further back and forth, loosening the wax grips each time. Finally, she pulled her left leg and left arm free with a sticky "SPOPPPP!" sound then used the leverage she gained to swing around, face the wall and push against it with her free arm and leg. With another loud "SPOPPPP!" sound she pulled her two other limbs free of the honeycomb and plummeted the eight feet or so landing in a sticky puddle of spunk on the ground.
The Queen of Justice surveyed her situation, starting with her own body. She reached down and cupped her deflated breasts and began massaging them. "My beautiful, firm tits--ruined! Got to bring these babies back to life," said Ms. Americana as she brought her quick healing powers to bear. Slowly, before her eyes, her tits began to heal and recover, slowly inflating to their former double DD size and firmness.
Next, the heroine looked between her legs--and she didn't like what she saw. Her once pert, tight pussy had been abused and stretched by both the huge ribbed insect penises and the larvae she had birthed. "Great Liberty! My pussy lips...so sore...and stretched wide by the Queen Bee's infernal sexual assaults!" moaned a shocked Americana, "With a gaping hole like that, even huge shafts could enter me with no resistance!" She began gently rubbing her sore, abused pussy trying to relieve the aching. Slowly almost imperceptibly, her stretched vaginal lips began to heal and tighten and the soreness began to fade. "UHHHH....feeling a little better now, some of my strength is returning and my sexy body is healing....returning to normal," thought the heroine.
With a start, Ms. Americana remembered the danger she still faced and stood upright from the floor to deal with any threats. Several of the Nurse bees now hovered around her eyeing her suspiciously. Apparently, they were not programmed to deal with a Breeding Queen who had stopped giving birth, let alone one who was now able to roam freely about the Hive. Americana struck up a defensive pose, ready to face any attack. "My strength hasn't returned yet but I'll not let myself be returned to a state of fuck toy and breeding cow without a fight," said the rebellious Queen of Justice. The Nurse bees buzzed in the air around the heroine trying to figure out what to do.
Suddenly, two loud explosions shook the building from above as the rooftop battle commenced. Then, more explosions and gunfire could be heard on the streets outside the Hive. The Nurse bees buzzed off to attend to their brood in response to the Alarm pheromones being released throughout the Hive. "Now's my chance to get out of here," said Ms. Americana as she jiggled quickly into the hallway, naked save for her power belt, red vinyl boots, gloves and mask.
The chaos and alarm in the Hive gave the heroine the chance to move through the halls of the Hive unmolested. Still, Americana watched the bees buzzing around her warily, keeping a sharp eye out for the Guard bees and their huge anesthetizing stingers.
Ms. Americana could hear more explosions and gunfire outside the building and a sea of angry buzzing. "Great Liberty! The bees are attacking Delta City and the authorities are battling them! They won't last long. I've got to find a way to put a stop to the Queen Bee's evil plans," said the high and mighty Queen of Justice with the determination buoyed by her returning strength.
Entering another part of the Hive, Ms. Americana saw the Queen Bee's huge illuminated lab. "I remember something from a bee documentary I saw once, I think I know how to stop this criminal endeavor," she thought as she stealthily approached the lab's entrance, "But I need something from that lab."
Peering around the corner, Ms. Americana could see the Queen Bee, her back turned, working diligently on some new genetic monstrosity no doubt in the far, back corner of the lab. Soon Americana spied what she sought. A fully stocked lab table near to the lab doorway. Carefully, Americana darted into the room, crouching down so she could not be easily seen, her large bobbing breasts sometimes touching her knees.
Again, the giant bees seemed to pay Ms. Americana little mind, the Nurse bees continued caring for their brood, the Worker bees continued building and repairing the Hive and the dangerous Guard bees were more concerned about the attack emanating from outside the Hive.
All the bees seemed to ignore the superheroine---all save one lone Male Drone.
The Male Drone had somehow picked up the lingering mating pheromones the Royal Bee Jelly had caused the Queen of Justice's sex to broadcast and he was now stalking his prey.
Ms. Americana took stock of the items on the lab table. She quickly grabbed a white lab coat from a nearby chair an tossed it into the large garbage can next to her. Then, she grabbed large stacks of paper and tossed them too into the garbage can. She pulled a clear beaker off the lab table and sniffed its' contents, "MMMMMM...good...pure alcohol," whispered the satisfied heroine as she poured the entire contents into the garbage can as well. Finally, she pulled a self-contained Bunsen Burner from the table. Americana bent over to peer at the garbage can's contents to check that all was in order for her plan. Satisfied, she began to flick the starter on the Bunsen Burner to ignite the device.
That was when the Drone struck.
Excited by the superheroine's broadcast of mating pheromones and sensing an opportunity, the Male Drone dove straight for the unsuspecting heroine's exposed honey hole.
"Damn, these things never light when you need them," whispered a frustrated Americana as she tried to light the burner. While bending over the can, Americana suddenly noticed a growing buzz in the air behind her. She turned her head around just as the four foot long male drone landed on her lower back, latched his three sets of legs around her midsection, ass and thighs and thrust his foot long cock into her defenseless vagina. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the plugged heroine as she dropped the Bunsen Burner into the trash can and whirled about in an insane panic trying to dislodge the mammoth bee.
"What the......!" exclaimed the Queen Bee from across the lab. Soon she saw a terror-filled Ms. Americana thrashing about in her lab. "How did she escape?" said the Queen Bee, "No matter, We'll put her back in her place. To me my Guards," commanded the Queen Bee as she marched toward the distracted heroine.
The Queen of Justice flailed about helplessly, unable to reach the Male attacker locked on her back and frantically trying to stop the huge phallus from drilling ever deeper into her defenseless pussy. "Must get it out!" shouted a hysterical Americana as her hands reached for her crotch. But still in her weakened state, Americana was unable to stop the shaft from driving rib after rib forward, deeper and deeper into her sex. "My power is beginning to return....Must not climax.." Added the distracted heroine.
Suddenly, she looked up and saw the Queen Bee in front of her and her Guards bees filling the surrounding air. Ms. Americana stood up straight to face the villainess while the Male Drone still locked onto her lower back and hips and continued its' work, impaling her pussy with its' massive implement.
"You look ridiculous Americana, besides what is our brood mother doing out and about. We'll put a quick stop to that.....in fact I see that one of my drones is already working on that," said the Queen Bee with a sneer.
"She's right......there's too many of them to fight and I can feel the evil phallus in me....ughh...expanding...plowing forward," thought Ms. Americana biting her lip, "I can't hold out much longer...going to cum."
Just then, the nearby garbage can burst into flames. The Bunsen burner had lit! Immediately it ignited the alcohol and other combustibles.
Suddenly the fire, and more importantly the smoke, sent the huge bees into a horrified panic as they buzzed from the lab to escape the perceived danger. Soon more and more smoke began to billow from the fiery trash can spreading down the hallways and out into the rest of the Hive.
"Come back here!," screamed the Queen Bee, "There's no danger!" But it was no use.
As the smoke spread throughout the Hive, thousands of the frightened giant bees spread the panic and rushed to the exits flying into the air in disorganized terror. Instinct had taken over. The Hive mentality could be a weakness as well as an asset.
Another explosion rocked the building, the police were blasting their way into the Hive. The fire and explosions also served to focus Ms. Americana's wandering concentration for the attack she knew was coming.
"Damn you Americana! This is all your fault!" screamed the Queen Bee in a rage as she flapped her wings, lifted off the ground and streaked towards the heroine.
But this time, Ms. Americana was ready.
Anticipating the attack well, Americana ducked at the last second and the villainess only connected her fists with the Male Drone latched on to Americana's back, knocking the bee off and into the air.
The Queen Bee attacked at such a high rate of speed that once she missed the Queen of Justice, the villainess simply couldn't stop in time and slammed into the cinderblock wall behind behind the heroine. In a disoriented heap, the Queen Bee moved slowly, groggily to pick herself up and continue her attack.
Free from the raping insect, Ms. Americana moved quicker. She picked up a nearby metal stool, stood over the Queen Bee and brought the object crashing down with a "WHAPP!" on the Queen Bee's head knocking her unconscious.
It was only then that Ms. Americana realized her discomfort. In the heat of action and rush of adrenaline it had been overlooked. To her horror, Americana glanced down at her crotch and saw the unimaginable.
The foot-long, ribbed bee cock was still lodged in her tight pussy! It was only then that the superheroine remembered that the Queen Bee had said, "that her genetically engineered bees could detach and regenerate stingers and other external organs."
"Great Liberty! The bee's shaft is still stuck in my vagina!" screamed a humiliated Ms. Americana, "and the ball sacks are still attached!" She quickly grabbed the phallus with one hand, above the ball sacks, and tried to pull it out of her impaled pussy. But sunk all the way to the hilt and swelling to its' full three-inch, ribbed width, the shaft would not budge. "By the goddess, this evil phallus is stuck inside me!" she said, "I must call on my returning strength to remove it." Bringing her other hand to bear she now grabbed the huge cock with both hands and pulled, after all, she had done this sort of thing a few times before at home with her vibrator. Suddenly, her tight vaginal lips parted wide and the bottom rib of the enormous cock came free with a squishy "POPP!" sound only as her pussy lips closed tightly again around the next rib and shaft. The Queen of Justice fell to the floor in a blast of pleasure and let go of the mammoth shaft.
"UHHHHH......." Americana panted, "...Can't resist the...feelings...if I pull more of the shaft out it will force me to climax...my returning powers will disappear--I'll be helpless. Worst of all, this Drone cock won't deflate until it cums inside me!"
Just then, a voice on a bullhorn somewhere inside the Hive blasted, "Give up Queen Bee, this is the police!" The footsteps of well armed officers could be heard moving through the now virtually empty Hive and up the stairwells.
"Oh No the police are coming! I can't let them find me like this!" Ms. Americana said as she frantically looked around the smoke-filled lab. Then she saw it. Her uniform lay on the Queen Bee's lab table. She rushed over and grabbed the star-spangled vinyl bikini and went about putting the top back on her perfect 44 double D breasts. She looked at her deeply impaled pussy and wasn't sure what to do next.
With a well-honed body awareness, she was pretty sure the effects of the Royal Bee Jelly had worn off and that her body was no longer producing bee eggs to be fertilized, but she couldn't be sure.
"I have to get home to safety to get this thing out!" Americana thought as she heard voices and movement on her floor, "They're almost here!"
Without hesitation, Ms. Americana grabbed her bikini bottoms and slid the latex around her legs, up over her thighs and up to her waist. She then carefully pushed the cock and balls as far as possible into her slick sex and carefully stretched the bikini bottoms to cover as much evidence of her plugging as possible. "AHHHHH...UHHHHHH...There...it's in and...covered," announced the superheroine letting out a pant and a sigh.
Slowly, gingerly, so as not to make the phallus buried deep inside her cause an overdose of pleasure, Ms. Americana walked over and tied the arms and legs of the unconscious Queen Bee with electrical cable knocked loose from the ceiling. "MMMMM..must not give into the feelings of pleasure...not yet," said the heroine, walking oddly and careful so as not to move too fast, "That should hold you for a while."
Just then, the heavily-armed Delta City S.W.A.T team burst into the smoky lab and their high-beam flashlights fell on the form of Delta City's great protector, Ms. Americana, standing triumphantly in the middle of the room.
Captain T.J. Jackson, commander of the Delta City S.W.A.T team, screamed a command to his officers, "Hold your fire, it's Ms. Americana!"
"Yes officer and I think you'll find the Queen Bee you're looking for immobilized over there," pronounced the heroine pointing to the villainess.
The officers lowered their guns and immediately surrounded the unconscious Queen Bee and took her into custody.
Jackson and most of his force removed their gas masks. "Well done Ms. Americana, we were getting worried about you," said a relieved T.J. Jackson peering through the haze as the buxom brunette..
"No problem officer," she said with her hands on her hips and her legs just a little further apart than usual, "I had everything under control."
"I'll make my usual report to the Mayor, you can clean up here," blurted out Americana confidently as she walked from the lab and headed for the stairwell.
Something strange was going on here thought all of the S.W.A.T team members as they watched Delta City's voluptuous temptress exit the room. She walked slowly, uncomfortably and bowlegged--like she had been riding a horse all day. And, the men couldn't help but notice a bulge in her bikini bottoms and that her inner thighs and crotch were wet with a sticky, yellow substance.
Soon the uneven "CLOMP!" sound of Ms. Americana's red boots could be heard traversing slowly down the stairwell when suddenly a loud "BUZZZZING" sound was added to the mix.
The officers listened in stunned silence as they heard the Queen of Justice let out a yelp followed by loud moaning, then silence save the buzzing.
After a few seconds the "CLOMP!" sound of Americana's boots returned along with her panting and moaning she worked her way slowly, very slowly, down the stairs followed by the now ever present "BUZZ!" sound.
"What the hell was that all about?" asked one of the officers to Captain Jackson.
The officers all looked at each other in silence.
"You know the drill," said Jackson with a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, "When it comes to Ms. Americana you didn't see anything strange or sexually questionable."
"Right," said the officer shaking his head.
"Ms. Americana is a great help to us here in Delta City," they all said in practiced unison, "And we don't know what we would do without her," they finished laughing and shaking their heads. They had another mess to clean up.
-- The End --