Trust and deception

The young daughter queen stood terrified - how could she know? Mabel knew that Amber must've been here not too long ago, had mother went through each and every one of her daughters, until only she was left, was that the case? "M-mother... that doesn't m-make s-sense... How would it be me of e-everyone?" Mabel was sure if her mother was just bluffing and was **** after not getting good answers from the others, Mabel wanted to at least challenge her here.

"Child... I am not accusing you of anything. I simply asked it of you. As, I think of you as my honest little Mabel. Isn't asking good enough? Now, be a good girl and answer my question. Was it you, dear? Mommy is really sad if she doesn't find out who did it today. She might do something quite awful as a little motivator to each of her traitorous princesses. If it was you, just be a good girl and tell me." The queen stepped forward in the light which poured in through the circular skylight.

Mabel had made up her mind and was not giving in easily like she had done so many times. This time she was not going to bend to her mother's will and twisted sense of justice. "It was not me." Mabel grunted and squinted her eyes as her mother judged her with those beautiful but intense yellow eyes of her's. "Fine, fine... That just means I will have to get a little angry... fine. Now, Mabel. I love you more than you can think. From everyone else, I would hope that you were not them. You see, I find you especially potential. Manners, flying even looks. You are such a precious daughter queen to me. Almost perfect, and what would a mother want from her children if not perfection. Bye now, dinner will be served directly to your room."

Mabel bit her teeth and ran out as her mother stared at her leave, those eyes of hers adding to Mabel's pain. Mabel tried to calm down on the way back, but couldn't quite keep her mother's words from coming back up in her mind over and over again: "You are such a precious daughter queen to me." Mabel chewed her bottom lip and the moment she managed to slam closed her door she bursted into tears once again - this time she survived, but soon everyone will be punished, because of her: that thought made her regret ever getting horny, ever masturbating so recklessly.

Three quarter hours ago in the sun room flew the ever adorable and playful Benny the prime drone. He wanted to show his undeniable mastery of flying as his beautiful and oldest sister was present: "Look sis! I can do a barrel roll!! And a flip! And hey! I can even do a corkscrew dive if you want!" The boy went fast and dangerously close to the supporting pillars of the room which both amazed the gorgeous and busty first-born daughter - the boy was truly an ace flyer and would most likely keep up with any daughter queen except maybe good little sister Mabel. "Ok, calm down. This room is great, true, but such a maneuver is simply best left for the outside. Alright Benny?"

The queen stood just next to her oldest daughter and watched the boy fly. Benny flew back down and landed ever so gracefully on his knees as was tradition. "Your flying was stupendous! Aren't you such a talent! Mom? Can I give him a hug as a little reward?" Abigail turned to her mother, clad in that large badger fur coat of her's. "Of course, just none of your 'special' things, hm?" The queen showed her hand which made the daughter quite uncomfortable, but she still gave the irresistible boy a little hug which made him blush and smile widely.

"Mother, was that it? Is that why there's no food? And... and why I am alone here? About me being good to my boys? They need me. You are cruel for taking what little pleasure they had, I disagree with you, Jubilee." Abigail was just the next one down the line and such things as calling the queen by her first name was not impossible for her. "Oh... yes, pleasure you call it. I call it unnatural and dangerous. I do realise the needs of my boys, like Benny here, tell your sister what makes you happy." The queen switched her attention away from her daughter for a second to address the still blushing boy who answered quickly:

"Flying really fast and just hanging out with my friends. I play all kinds of fun games with them and what makes me the most happy is to help mommy out. I-I love mommy... but I would never do things she doesn't approve of." The drone said with his clear voice and made Abigail frustrated: "Mother, he doesn't know of better. You are not proving me anything here. I am sure my boys have a lot more fun when they can every once in a while release their semen. It is only natural for boys, is it not?" Abigail ignored the boy and stared at her mother's arms crossed. She had one of her clean suits on with a beautiful traditional striped blouse underneath, straight black pants and a matching coat.

"That's it. Let's think hypothetically, that I was wrong, my boys were grown up wicked, and yours were the correct way. Now, can you tell if Benny here, or hell, any of my boys are in any way depressed or sad, as for the slightest? No, not very often. And sure, maybe biologically their seed might need release, Benny, do you want to give me your cum every once in a while?" The queen caressed her boy's hair and Benny nodded most likely too embarrassed to say it: "Yes, so, it is true that they simply get over it, leak the excess out. So, where am I going wrong then? Oh, I know what you must think... but you should tell it to me first, would you dear." The queen gave the turn to her frustrated daughter who knew exactly what her mother meant, and smelled the trap: "T-they will get e-experience with my style... for nuptials... you can't deny..."

"Oh, yes! I can combat that argument, it is almost as if you had forgotten, your pretty face and that gorgeous body you have, it came from me and some of my boy's genes. Are you saying something wrong I did was the cause of your birth perhaps? Would you be more perfect in some way if I had let my boys assfuck themselves beforehand? Ha, now, don't you just feel superior letting them do that and get so happy? And what is the cause of you developing this special method of yours? Could it be because of my drones and me giving you that chance? Make no mistake, I think you are a beautiful and an intelligent bee, most deserving of my place one day. Isn't that enough?"

The queen didn't need a response as Abigail took her words and left red from frustration and accumulated feelings of anger towards the superior bee. Jubilee was left waiting for her other daughters and wanted to get the thought of such things as dronegasms out of her precious boy's mind by just playing some simple game with him as pass-time.