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New Journal Entry 112070206

July 2 2006

I'm not exactly sure what happened next but this is what I remember.

I think Dill must have seen something in my face. Some pallor or some strong emotion because she
snatched that disk off of the table mid spin and immediately spun another, letting it speak instead.

This was in a male voice.

"First one's up. It took longer than we expected. All the details...

The help from Angnarr and the Beeahkey; there's really no way we could have done it without them.

Only about three hundred left to go.

I hope we make it in time."

And that was it on that disk.

Fleur and I looked curiously at each other. "It's like they're small snippets of something that was
happening. Like an audio diary."

I looked around at the thousands of disks.

I smiled. "I think I could spend a lifetime in here listening and trying to figure things out. Putting puzzle
pieces together."

The moment I said those words something happened to me. A hot flush went through me and HUGE
goosebumps grew all along my skin. I didn't faint. Not quite. But I leaned on Fleur and she held me while
her own breathing grew rapid right along with my own. Something had affected her as well.

Dill nodded and hmm'd and made small muttering noises and put the disks carefully back from where she'd
pulled them.

"I think me next we should visit the Education area to answer some of your early queries about the
poppers. How do they learn..." She smiled broadly at the thought. "It's been some time since I visited
them, but I remember my own education…"

Leonurus smiled widely as well. "Ah, yes. A sojourn to the education complex and perhaps some
observation of a class with some senior poppers. A grand suggestion, Dill. Perhaps a predator and prey
class..."

They grabbed our arms again, giggling like teenagers, while Leonurus continued to talk. "One of the more
difficult things for them to get a handle on is the deedee."

Fleur chuckled. "Your talking about that long damn tongue the spiders have, right?"

All three honeybees laughed. "Yes, one of their tongues. The one used to actually release that which
paralyzes their guests."

"Ah think 'getting a handle' on is likely not the words ah'd use for that particular thing," she chuckled,
shaking her head. "How long is that thing, anyway? Ammie explained a little but things got kinda hectic at
times with us walkin' and all."

"Eighteen units," answered Dill. She stretched her little arms out and I realized she meant eighteen
inches.

Eighteen inches.

A tongue that long.

I found it hard to understand. Where did it fit in their faces? I'm sure I'll learn that one eventually, too. I
suppose I could ask Johnathon...

The led us to a large chamber among many and there was a very round honeybee (but aren't they all?) at
the center of the "room."

We stood at one of the many 'entrances' to this particular room and listened as the spider spoke.

"My name is Marasmius. Call me Mara. I'll be your instructor for today. You've all been told that this
event will focus on the deedee part of capture. There is always some trepidation to this part. As with
anything, it is simply the unknown that makes you nervous. We'll help to allay any concerns today.

Our predator for today..." she said, glancing above as a shape dropped suddenly to stand next to her. "...is
Hyacinth. You all have seen her about the hive and education center. She is one of our most cherished
volunteers and instructors."

"She will be demonstrating, with me as the guest, the use of the deedee tongue. We will not be showing the
complete lead up to capture. You have seen this already. We shall show a brief struggle and she shall
subdue me but I will not be completely paralyzed for the purpose of instruction. I need to be able to speak
and move."

Hyacinth, larger than Mara, reached out and gently lifted one of Mara's breasts and nodded. "Do keep in
mind" the spider said in a husky soft voice, smiling and suddenly reaching out and tickling Mara, sending
her into sudden peals of laughter, "there are many ways to be distracted while preparing to get the prey."

The class laughed as Hyacinth pressed three stings quickly into Mara. One in her breast, one in her belly
and the last in her flower, as it is called there. I cracked up at that. Flower. Heh. Makes a sort of sense.
But I found out only the female honeybee's genitals are called flowers, all others are woobie. Woobie. Hee
hee hee. Seeing that long stinger suddenly extend and press deep into that delicate flesh made me both
flinch and become aroused. It had happened before and I shook my head wryly at my own reactions.

A long erotic groan escaped Mara. "Once you are caught," she groaned, "and proper surrender and
introduction has been granted, you know to relax into the role of guest. But you must arrive there first,
yes?" She groaned again as the spider lifted her bodily and suddenly spun her, wrapping her deftly with
webbing, securing her wings away safely.

"A sting will be pressed deep into your buzz-knot" Hyacinth demonstrated, pressing another sting into the
fuzzy knot between Mara's wings, "to keep you from flying away and to prevent your wings or the predator
from being injured in the final struggle. All know of wing wariness, yes?" asked Hyacinth, receiving loud
responses of acknowledgement from the students. All of them watching avidly.

Mara continued, panting slightly. "When you are stung to paralysis, the predator will move you into
position and press her tongue deep, to make the paralysis more secure. The stings will not last. The deedee
will."

Hyacinth looked at the class and slowly extended her tongue.

It just kept on coming. It reminded me of a piece of that long thick red licorice candy you can get. But this
was, what is the word? - prehensile! It made me shudder just looking at it.

"This is my deedee tongue," announced Hyacinth as she pressed it deep into Mara who groaned and then
smiled. I'm still trying to figure out how she could talk around it! "It's not uncomfortable. It is extremely
intense. And quite pleasurable."

Hyacinths' head bobbed up and down as she worked her tongue in and out and Mara arched, groaning
further. "While working me to relax and distract me from what she is doing, she will release a juice that will
cause my body to begin to stiffen more completely."

Hyacinth constantly had her hands moving about Mara's body. Both gently and intensely, fondling and
caressing her.

"Notice once she has me her hands will never completely leave me. This would cause a shock to my body.
Our bodies now need the contact. To do otherwise is cruel. All know this. Our bodies are responding in
preparation to feed our host. The deedee tongue continues to pump in that fluid, and the physical reactions
that occur will be stiffened muscles, nipples, tight breasts, tight bellies, and of course, the flag of complete
paralyzation and nectar readiness - the stiffened tongue. I am not completely stiffened so I can not show
you this, but you can see that it is thicker by this point," she explained as she stuck out her own tongue,
long and violet. Normally slender it had become thicker at the edges but she could still talk normally. "Any
further than this and my tongue would begin to extend thusly."

She stuck her tongue out as far as she could. "The host will constantly taste your tongue to check for your
readiness. We are sweet by nature and this is one of the few times that bitterness will be associated with
you. When you are ready to be supped from, your tongue becomes quite bitter. This is a way for the host to
be sure your body is ready for her final administrations."

Hyacinth pressed her face deep and Mara grunted and groaned, arching against the webbing.

"While...all...this is being...done, the host may continue...to sting you. This...is...normal and actually
becomes...an intense pleasure."

Hyacinth pressed a sting deep into Mara's belly and nipple and another between the folds of her flower
which were now fat and open, showing small "petals" of flesh that Hyacinth licked at every once in a while.
Mara groaned deeply and the students watching groaned along with her, squirming in their seats.

"I will never quickly remove my deedee," the spider explained. "It will be carefully removed every time.
To remove a tongue quickly causes intense cramps. This is not acceptable and such behaviour is only
exhibited by deviants," she instructed to the students, her face suddenly serious for a brief moment. That
darkness passed and she again smiled as Mara spoke.

"All during this, the fluid she's pressed deep into me has gone to work, softening my hard...worked
for...honey to a consistency that she can now...suck more easily from me. I will be losing a long days work
in...order to feed the host. If I am caught, my host deserves all I can give her. It is for her...needs. The
struggle is intense and will continue until I am paralyzed. Afterward it becomes our place to provide.

This is the Great Game."

Continuing to fondle Mara, Hyacinth tasted the honeybee's tongue. "Still sweet," she told the class after a
long erotic kiss.

Suddenly a claxon sounded.

Mara looked up from her bound position. "Lunch time!"

Hyacinth smiled down at the hanging Mara. "Lunch time? Don't mind if I do!" She pressed her deedee
tongue back into Mara, slowly, deeply and Mara arched, her eyes slitting in pleasure as her struggle
became more serious. More intense.

If brief.

"Shall we, ladies?" asked Leonurus as students lifted on wing and began leaving.

I shuddered as I watched Mara's bright violet tongue began to extend from her mouth, her body truly
stiffening now. She groaned and tried to struggle, but the earlier stings, along with a few new ones finished
the paralysis.

The last I heard as we left the area was Mara giggling and trying to talk. "Ah shurenger."