“Mmn.”
“Is that uncomfortable, dearie?”
“Mmnnmph!”
“Good.”
Bee Devine tied off the final knot and stepped back. She moved back to the edge of the red ring that the spotlights above had illuminated so vividly, and stood in her assigned position. An intern handed her a bullwhip once she was in place. Frankly, there was little sense in designating spots on this particular stage since they were all surrounded by so many cameras that they could probably get a great angle of Bee Devine no matter where she was.
At least they were guaranteed to get some terrific footage of the four contestants.
Laying on the floor within the borders of the red ring was Icy, Jynx, Velvette, and Estela. Each one of them was stretched along the hard shaft of a long bamboo stalk, which was forcibly trussed up tightly along their spines. Their arms had all been wrapped around their respective sticks, the hands bound with the palms together, and the elbows lashed together in a similar fashion. At least, that’s how it was for Velvette and Estela. Neither Icy nor Jynx were flexible enough for elbow bondage, but Bee Devine had compensated with thoroughly constrictive boxties for those two.
Bee had used hundreds of feet of jute rope to keep those girls in place, and they all wore it well. They’d been bound to the bamboo stalks at the wrists, chests, waists, thighs, knees, and ankles. It was like pole bondage, but on the floor. Such a technique was uncommon, but underrated. The bamboo prevented the girls from bending their legs and bodies, and it went a long way towards rendering them totally immobile.
The four ladies wore four matching black gags. The gags featured a tiny leather panel that was pressed over the mouth by a single strap. To someone who was just tuning in, they would look like nothing more than pedestrian panel gags, but Bee’s work had more depth to it than that. In fact, it had excessive depth! Four silicone dildos were hidden beneath those panels, and they penetrated all the way back into their wearers’ throats. The penis gag was an uncomfortable and degrading invention, exactly what those underperformers deserved!
The Director called ‘action’, and Bee Devine struck a domineering power pose as she stood over the four bound contenders squirmed at her feet.
“Listen up, dearies, the Wrap-Up is the final challenge that will determine who stays and who goes. If you want to keep tromping around my dungeon, you’ll have to survive the oldest and most timeless of all bondage challenges: An escape race!”
The rules of the Wrap-Up were simple, but they needed to be stated on camera for the first episode ever. “The last one to remove all her ropes as well as her gag will be sent home. I hope you’re ready, dearies, because it’s all on the line.”
Bee swung the whip around over her head. “On my mark… BEGIN!”
CRACCK
The whip snapped at the empty air above the bound contestants, sending a sonic boom throughout the studio and signaling the start of the race. At this point, the editors would undoubtedly add some suspenseful and thrilling soundtrack, but here in the moment, Goddess Devine got to enjoy the raw and uncut sounds of struggling prisoners.
Heavy nasal breaths and frustrated grunts filled the room as the four victims struggled for all they were worth. With a hundred thousand dollars on the line, Bee expected them to put on a show, and they didn’t disappoint.
Estela swayed back and forth, to the point where she rolled onto her back. It was an energetic display, and the cameras would certainly love that, but it wasn’t going to do the bundled Brasileira much good. She was just as immobilized as she’d been while face-down.
Jynx clenched her fists and pulled at her boxtie with what looked like a considerable amount of force. The ropes dug into her muscles, but there was no stretch or slack in them. That said a lot about the strength of jute rope. After all, Jynx was also struggling hard enough to bend her bamboo.
At first, Velvette flapped her hands around every which way and patted herself down, searching for a knot. It didn’t take long for her to realize that there were no knots in reach, and so she took a different approach. The bound baldie began grasping at her bamboo stick, trying to slide it down her spine and out of the knots. That was actually pretty clever, and it might have worked if she was dealing with a smooth shaft, but the ropes at been tied off at the narrowest points of the inconsistent stalk. It wasn’t going anywhere and neither was Velvette.
Icy was… Icy. She struggled as though she believed that she was as strong as Jynx, energetic as Estela, and nimble-witted as Velvette, but she was none of those things. Maybe on a good day she would have done well, but Icy Fyre hadn’t had a good day since she’d gotten here. She was physically and mentally exhausted, and it showed. Still, she gave it her all. Even after a full week of torment, she gave it her all.
While the swarm of cameras collected shot after shot of the bound and gagged beauties, only one or two cameras bothered to document Bee Devine as she silently loomed over her prisoners, observing their actions and judging them.
The Wrap-Up was framed as an escape challenge, and the guise certainly had the contestants fooled, but they were fighting for a ruse. The simple truth was that no one escaped from the queen bee’s ropes. Not ever.
They thought that they were being judged by their speed, but the queen of queens was actually judging their mettle. Bee could tell a lot about a person based on how they behaved when backed into a corner, and a lot was conveyed form everyone’s struggles. They all wanted to stay. They wanted it bad, but one of them had to go.
In the end, Bee Devine’s decision boiled down to their potential. Who among them was the least likely to change their ways and get on top of their game? Who among them would not make good use of the goddess’ mercy?
CRACCK
The whip slashed through the air before snapping back into Bee Devine’s grip. “Your time is up!”
All went silent with the exception of Bee’s latex boots as she circled the four competitors, her heels echoing with every step.
“How disappointing. None of you were able to break free, which means that it’s all up to me now…”
She stopped and pressed a light kick on the side of Jynx the Mynx, rolling her onto her back. She planted a boot on Jynx’s body like Captain Morgan and stared down at her gagged face.
“Jynx the Mynx, there’s not a lot between your ears, but there’s still enough to get by. You may stay.”
Goddess Devine gave Jynx another kick, rolling her back onto her belly. “Now, get her out of my sight.”
The camera crew parted, and directed their lenses at a pair of muscular young men that entered the red ring. They were scantily clad with black straps and executioner hoods. From what Bee Devine had heard, those two Adonis normally worked as background dancers for music videos, but a paycheck is a paycheck.
The two men knelt down by Jynx’s bound body. One knelt at her head, and the other knelt at her feet. They grabbed her bamboo stalk and hoisted it over their shoulders, carrying her off set like a couple of savages from a pulp fiction fable.
They would hand Jynx off to some stage hands that would untie her off screen. Meanwhile, Bee Devine moved over to Estela and planted a boot on her just as she’d done with Jynx.
“Lady Estela, the fear of failure has given you the vigor that you have been missing thus far. You may stay.”
She rolled Estela away only for her to be swept up by the two henchmen and carried off just like Jynx. Only Icy and Velvette remained. Bee stepped over to Velvette first and rolled her over.
“Velvette, you are a liar, and a sub-par contestant…”
That was all Bee said. There wasn’t a ‘but’ or a conclusion, or anything. She just moved on to Icy Fyre and gave her the same ol’ roll-and-boot.
“Icy Fyre, your poor decisions have bogged you down to rock bottom…”
Bee took her boot off of Icy and stood over them both. Four silent, apprehensive eyes stared up at the queen of queens as she drew a long breath and held the most ‘reality-show’ pause she’d ever held.
“I will grant you mercy…
…my little Velvette.”
“MMPH!” Icy cried into her gag as Velvette was picked up by her bamboo and carried off screen.
Goddess Devine looked down on Alpha Domme’s first loser with a cold glare and said, “You have spirit, my dear Icy. There is indeed a future for you in the world of BDSM, but there is no future for you on Alpha Domme. The goddess has passed her judgement.”
Icy couldn’t voice her opinion even if she wanted to, but the eyes said it all. That girl was devastated. La La Land was a cold and fickle place, and Icy Fyre was the first contestant of Alpha Domme to learn that first-hand.
“Alright, very nice,” the director called out, completely unfazed by Icy’s despair. “Let’s get a couple more takes of that before setting up for the exit shot.”
The ‘exit shot’ was a wide, high-angle shot of Bee Devine strutting towards the camera, eventually passing under it and leaving Icy Fyre bound and gagged in the spotlight, which would switch off on cue and leave her alone in the dark. At least, that’s how it would look on camera. Icy would obviously be untied once the cameras stopped rolling, but it would still make for some really cool footage to send her off with.
Bee pulled off the shot effortlessly with a cruelly stoic expression and a sexy catwalk. She’d done shots like that for more movies than she could remember, but she knew that this moment would forever hold a special place in the archives of her memory.
Alpha Domme had eliminated its first contestant, and the pilot was complete.
“Just because they sent me off
doesn’t mean I’m done. Not by a
long shot! I’m still gonna show the
whole damn world what I’m made of!”
- the final entry of Icy Fyre
Yes, at long last, Estela will get her chance to hold the whip.
