NJ42

December 19, 2004

Picture me jumping up and down!

We went! We went dreamwalking again! And what a walk it was!

Where to start.

Well, I suppose I should start where we left off. It was as if no time at all had passed. Very unsettling for a
moment! First I'm at home, falling asleep. Next I'm high in a weird forest, canopy, jungle, sitting on a HUGE
spider web and watching a couple spiders stalking prey. Apparently very sought after prey!

And I could kind of see why, once I saw what it was.

Just as I suspected, and I'm sure you suspect by this time…it was a honeybee. A Cyetean honeybee. Definitely
nothing like earthly honeybees. Well, except for their jobs in life.

Collecting pollen and nectar. And this big fellow was concentrating quite hard when he decided to land on the
flower that had been covered in lace web.

Before he landed on the flower, he'd hovered below and above on all sides of the flower, his arms slightly
tensed, one leg slightly pulled up against his body. He was built sort of like Bahoogie. But his body was
smoother. Like he had a velvet skin. And he was a tawny brown/gold in color. His head had a golden shock of
mane. Hair. Whatever they call it. He had a tight leaf leather belt on like every other denizen of the world that
I've met so far. He also carried pouches and one of them looked like it was attached to his body on his upper
thigh. On the other side was a strange…holster? Sort of like a cell phone holder, and it looked like it was
attached to his hip as well. On one side of his head was something that was a com link of some kind. I learned
later it was to keep in contact with his hive and harvest mates.

He was hung just as well as Bahoogie. No. Really. And from watching Ammie and Cleome work on Bahoogie,
(and looking at Johnathon's drawings), I can guess that most of the males on this world are built like that. To
provide good, um, god, what do I call it? Suckage? That would have a totally different meaning here, wouldn't
it? Heh.

That reminds me. Earlier, I think Fleur and I wasted an entire hour laughing our heads off when I had
whispered to her that the term, "That totally sucks ass" would have a completely different meaning here.
Much more positive. We died. I couldn't stop snorting for a good hour. Every time I tried to get serious, I
busted up again. Fleur was even worse than me.

The spiders just stared at us when we tried to explain between giggles. Once I was able to take a breath and
talk I tried to explain again, with a little more coherence.

Ammie and Cleome grinned broadly. Then Cleome sat for a while. You could practically hear the teenage
wheels turning.

She had asked us both, "What are some more such words from your world?"

Fleur and I looked at each other. We rubbed our mental hands together in evil glee. I don't know if I should
even write them down. I do know that Cleome will use the expressions. She's a teenager after all!

I know, back to what was happening, right? It's long, but I'll try and get it down. It'll likely be in installments,
again.

HBCapture

To catch you up, I have to describe the capture of the honeybee, right? Well, it was…impressive. And
fascinating.

Both Cleome and Ammianthium had become statues as they watched the honeybee hover around the flower.
Fleur and I were so excited/nervous that we were holding each other's hands and watching. They told us not to
move. I wondered if my heart could be heard. It was loud to me.

The honeybee was different than Bahoogie except for his…well…y'know. *grin* His dick was at least as big as
Bahoogie's. He seemed awfully big compared to Bahoogie, too. And he was a beautiful tawny golden color. The
fluff of hair on his head moved around like it was as soft as feathers, moving with the least little movement he
made. He had no real stripes like our earthly honeybees, but he did have what looked like chevrons painted
across his muzzle. His muzzle held no nostrils, like Bahoogie. And, like Bahoogie, I could see his long
abdomen/backside pulse ever so slightly. Thus, I've come to the decision that they breath with their asses.
*grin* HUGE lungs, then.

He wore a leather (leafleather?) harness on his chest and in the middle of it was a medallion of some kind. (I
learned later it was a sunflower, symbolizing his hive.) He wore a visor over his eyes and for the first time since
'walking to Cyeatea, I saw something that appeared to be high tech. Well, two things exactly. There was
something that hung from one of his antennae, around his cheek, to his mouth. I found out it was a
communication device. A "com node." And on his hip, well, it looked like a weapon because it sat in a holster.
Sort of. But that's all I could see of it.

And of course, he wore the obligatory tight belt that everyone seems to wear.

He looked like a smart and wary bee as he took a good five minutes checking out the flower.

Ammie had laid her web well. From where we sat, I could no longer see the lace-web.

Apparently, neither could he.

He set down right in the middle of it. Both feet.

I had the almost uncontrollable urge to laugh and then slapped my hand over my mouth. Where did that come
from?

He bent over and grabbed a round pale yellow ball of what I guess was pollen and moved to put it into a pouch on
his hip.

But the pollen ball pulled against the pressure of him lifting it. Or rather, the webbing on the pollen ball pulled.

I watched his eyes go wide as he dropped it and immediately pulled back, his hand held tight by the webbing.

Everything from here on happened in almost a blur. They move damn fast.

I almost could not see the spiders as they rushed the honeybee.

He had his index fingers extended and I saw long black…stingers extend from them.

Ouch.

He leaned over, frantically slicing at his other hand and his feet. He'd lifted and his hover showed that his feet
were also held tight with webbing. His hand was swiftly cut free and he was working on his feet when the spiders
got to him. He was that fast.

One foot free as Ammie rushed under him.

Here's where things went really fast.

He kicked at her with his free foot, almost whacking her face. She darted back, and one of his hands continued to
cut while striking out with his other, with the stinger there.

He cut himself free and immediately flew backward, out of the path of webbing thrown by Ammie. But only just.

And right into Cleome's arms.

He made a growling sound and did a flip, breaking her grip, almost ending up riding on Cleome's centauroid
back, out of the path of webbing thrown by both.

Cleome dropped her body flat to the lace web, her own body immune to her webbing apparently, and Ammie
leaped at the honeybee who darted backwards yet again. Her hands literally brushed his abdomen but that was
all. No stings.

He yelled as he moved back. I don't think he was aware that his foot had been caught. Again.

Cleome grabbed the tether while Ammie distracted him, purposely--I think--tossing webbing in such a way it
missed him. Barely.

He laughed and pulled backward, "Good hunting, Orb Weaver, Ammianthum."

His voice was like silk. I think both Fleur and I got goosebumps.

I know I did.

He flew backward even further/higher.

Ammie smiled as Cleome handed her the tether. Cleome leapt high at the honeybee who pulled back further.

And was yanked down…hard. Like bringing down a kite, I guess.

He was flung pretty hard against some floatweed.

Both spiders leaped a HUGE distance, ending up on either side of him and Ammie immediately grabbed his hips,
and he slapped out at her, while Cleome watched his angrily buzzing wings. I watched her move her hand toward
the space between his wings.

"WING WARY!" called out Ammie and Cleome jerked back. The honeybee's head turned to see Cleome and
he pulled upward hard, to get out of her way.

She shook her head, a tether grabbing his other leg as her arm shot forward to the furry area between his wings.

He groaned loudly. I watched Cleome add another sting as he angrily rushed forward, his loooong stingers
extended as he spun around and placed a sting deep into her abdomen. She bent over with a loud yell, pulling
back, shuddering.

He spun like a top and angrily shot his arms out at Ammie. Over and over, making her rush backward to avoid
them, not quite fast enough as one found her abdomen and was in and out in the time it took to read it.

She yelled and began to rush forward at him, grabbing at him over and over. Slapping his hands sideways and
trying to web-capture him. He was very fast. If all honeybee's are this fast I can see one reason why they're
cherished prey. The predator works for it!

The honeybee yelled as his penis gained a sting and suddenly it began to swell. Oooh, another hard-on sting.

Small pony does not describe him. Woah. And still, tawny in color. Like his body.

My mouth started watering! What the hell?…

I expected to wake up any moment.

He grunted as he shoved Ammie away and she flew back like she'd been hit by a truck, slamming up against
some foliage hard.

Cleome had rushed back in from the back and planted another sting while her mother took a sting. I'm guessing
Ammie intentionally gained that sting.

The honeybee's wings went completely limp. Not a single buzz. His expression grew very serious. Angry.

Both spiders rushed him and over and over they were flung from him. He was very fast.

But he could not fly. And I think he knew it was only a matter of time.

I'm not sure how they did it, but Ammie and Cleome must have communicated through the webbing because
suddenly they both leaped at him, tackling him to the "ground," stingers flashing in the air.

He grunted…in the way that I've heard men grunt during sex.

It was erotic.

I watched as he planted another sting onto Ammie who shuddered. She had two and was suddenly barely able to
move. I watched as her limbs began to quickly pull up under her without her say.

But that didn't stop Cleome. From behind she had rolled over and her head was under the honeybee, between his
legs. I could practically hear her hiss surprise as her fangs spread wide and bit his penis, one of her hands buried
between his rather hefty balls, pressing a sting deep.

His back arched as he yelled. And then yelled again as Cleome yanked out the sting and planted it again.

I lost count of the stings, but he was taking a lot of them now. He must have been caught even though he still
struggled because his tongue extended just like Bahoogie's had. But the honeybee tongue was violet! Bright
violet!

Suddenly I realized the air was filled with the scent of honey and sweet flowers. I wondered if that was coming
from the honeybee.

Ammie struggled but had gained tethers again to the honeybee's legs as she went to her knees. Shuddering. It
looked as if it was hard for her to move one of her arms but it held tightly to that webbing.

As he twisted to try and sting Cleome, Cleome moved forward between his legs with a zip and was in front of him
as he spun back around. He slapped out at her her and she darted as one of his hands was tethered, the other
came up between Cleome's legs.

She yelled loudly, her eyes wide as he apparently laid a sting right where it counted.

I felt myself get wet. What in the world?

I could see that his hand came away drenched as she went to her knees, tossing the webbing she held to her
shuddering mother.

Cleome groaned a moment as Mom yanked hard on the tether, bringing the honeybee to his knees.

Cleome panted and I could see her struggling with the venom as she forced herself to stand and tossed webbing,
stretching two of her long legs outward, looking like a horse rearing as she began to wrap the honeybee.

Try as he might, Ammie had him tethered. No matter how fast he cut with his one free hand, Cleome tossed more
webbing.

Suddenly Ammie stood up and staggered toward him and he groaned, shuddered, and stopped struggling. Just
like that.

His penis was…very hard. Very fat.

I think my mouth watered…again. Jeez, girl! Have a little control!

Ammie stopped the moment he did. I could hear her speak to the honeybee.

"Do you surrender?"

He nodded as Cleome continued to wrap him, drawing his now limp arms up tight against his body. "I
shurrender," he said, past his swelling tongue.

Ammie nodded, panting and helped Cleome wrap him.

In a flash he was hog-tied. It looked awfully damned uncomfortable but apparently it's not. Ammie had already
told me they would do nothing to make their guests unhappy--besides the fact that they were caught. She had
smiled then.

I was smiling and found myself panting along with the honeybee.

"I am Orbweaver Ammianthium, good hunting…" she greeted the honeybee formally.

"I am Orbweaver Cleome, good hunting."

The honeybee nodded. His eyes were barely open. They must have injected something to make him sleepy as
well. I bet that's because the fight is so hard that everyone needs a rest after that! *grin*

"I am Helianthun honeybee, Theta. Good hunting." I could barely make it out, because of his tongue and the
fatigue I could hear coming from him.

But something thrilled through me.

Theta.

There's something familiar in that name. It's like a déjà vu or something.

Keep in mind, everything happened in what seemed like moments. I know it was minutes--but it couldn't have
been many.

Ammie and Cleome were now smiling widely as they touched and caressed the honeybee constantly.

He was no longer moving and his eyes were closed as they gently cut loose all but one of the tethers that held
him to the ground and pulled him upward, toward Fleur and I. Toward their main web/home area.

He must have been a bit heavy as both spiders took to carrying him. Once they were up where we were sitting,
they immediately began cutting off the webbing and then retying him with less webbing, but what appeared to
likely be a more comfortable position.

Then they both sat down, still panting, their abdomens pulsing in a way that was much more visible than before.
Both of them kept at least one hand on the hanging honeybee, constantly caressing him in his "sleep."

And they rested. Smiling widely at each other.

HBThetaMealTime

While the honeybee, Theta, was asleep they gently removed his visor, the "com node," the pouches and the odd
weapon like device he wore on his hip. That one they were extremely careful with when handling it. They never
touched the actual weapon, just the holster. Cleome's eyes were huge as she put it into a very large hanging,
dried-out, hollowed, gourd.

Then they retied him, constantly caressing him.

They told me that they can't do the same thing to a honeybee that they do to Bahoogie and others because the
blood of a honeybee is poisonous. But the honey…

Apparently Johnathon's description of the digestion of a honeybee was quite correct. Their bodies carry honey.
Period. Waste is expelled as a gas.

Because of this the spiders fill up his honey chamber with one of the chemicals in their bodies with their deedee
tongue in order to make specific types of soups of the honey there. Thick or thin or chunky *shudder* is the
result of whatever chemical they choose to insert into the honeybee.

They made soup. *grin*

They took hold of that pony dick and worked him in ways that would make a human cringe and run away
screaming. *giggle* Ammie worked him while Cleome stood at his head. It looked like she was waiting for
something. But it was very erotic to watch, I must say. They worked him but his face never expressed any
discomfort. Intensity, yes. That expression that you see on a face just prior to orgasm - they maintained that on
him. I think both Fleur and I got horny.

Awake, he arched and groaned around his fat, swollen, violet tongue.

At first they never had him actually orgasm…not from his penis in any case. They had no problem with Bahoogie
so Fleur and I were both curious as to why they would work the hell out of him and then he'd shudder like he was
having an orgasm - but nothing came from his dick. But at the same time they'd have their face buried into his - I
guess you could call it his ass. You could see it pulsing hard then - so I guess he was doing something equivalent
to panting.

He stayed stiff. Talk about staying power! His tongue was no longer stiff, though. They had put something from
their chemical factory of a mouth into his body and everything that had been paralyzed relaxed, just before they
rebound him. (I wonder if his tongue was like a secondary penis in sexual sensitivity.) As he'd approach orgasm,
Cleome would lean down and suck firmly on his tongue. He'd groan but more often than not, Cleome would come
away and shake her head, frowning. "Still bitter," she'd tell Ammie, who was working that fat dick and caressing
his ass, occasionally leaning over with her face disappearing between Theta's huge cheeks.

Suddenly Cleome's head snapped up. "Sweet! He's sweet!" she called out excited.

"Come, Cleome! You finish him," Ammie smiled.

Cleome's face filled with delight as she rushed to the back of Theta, her hand still never leaving him.

I watched her press her face between his cheeks and begin pumping her head back and forth. He groaned so loud
he practically yelled as he arched backward hard, orgasming. Or at least I assume that's what it was. No release
from his penis but he sure looked like he was having one HELL of a release.

At the same time I could hear a very faint sucking noise coming from Cleome. Theta shuddered, his eyes slit in
pleasure.

Ammie explained a few things while we watched, fascinated.

"We must deliver shemcar to his honey before we do anything else. This will thin it so that we may take it from
him. After that we can flavor it to our pleasure." She smiles.

"And his."

I asked about the bitter tongue.

She nodded. "We cannot take raw nectar from his body. The nectar must have been processed within him before
we may drink. Until then, it is poisonous. The sweetness of his tongue tells us whether the nectar has changed
into honey. Working his body to intense orgasm is a quick and easy way to speed up the process."

I watch as Cleome slowly removes her tongue and Theta lets out a low deep groan. Fleur and I shudder--more in
arousal at that sound than in discomfort. It's weird. Watching the honeybee you can tell he's not in any pain. Far
from it. But he is getting worked over and over, leaving the both of us wide eyed.

The honeybee has been watching us warily as he's been worked. He tilts his head and slowly speaks, his voice a
bit slurred, his tongue no longer so swollen it's poking out of his mouth but it's still fat.

"What?…"

Fleur and I smile widely. "We're oomans."

Theta's eyes go wide and he whispers. "Oomans?"

He stares a long moment and then repeats that same litany that I heard Cleome whisper.

Our destiny lies with the tiniest of creatures.

No less hooman,

No less souled,

Than the very meekest of us all.

"Oomans are a myth. We've never seen one. We've…we have old stories of them. Stories that lie in the ancient
archives within Helianthus hive. We have found no other evidence of their existance." He tries to shake his
head, you can tell as his body shudders.

Ammie has listened to his words. "Theta. You…you speak of the ancients. Are these?…"

He grins and then lets out a giggle as Cleome buries her face again. Then he looks at us again. "I know not.
They look, unusual."

Ammie looks back and forth between us all and then smiles. "After we have emptied you of your honey, we will
talk on this. You are too precious a treasure to allow release before we have taken our fill."

He tries to nod and just groans as Cleome again slides one of her tongues free.

He shudders, his penis throbbing and bobbing invitingly. But they've never actually sucked him off the way that
we do so here. I was left wondering about that until he spoke his next words.

"You may sup of my personal honey. You know I save it for Damiana but you have me, and she will
understand." He grins ruefully, his tongue now relaxed and normal.

Cleome's face practically splits in delight. "Personal honey?! You are generous!"

Ammie leans over, stroking his penis firmly. "What have you in your pot today, Theta? More peaches?"

He grins. "What else delights my Damiana?"

Both spiders grin and nod. "That one is predictable in her tongue wants. Peaches peaches peaches!"

Cleome bobs her yellow head, sending her dandilion hair bouncing and her bangs falling again into her face--like
so many teens I have seen. It's disconcerting.

Ammie leans over and begins working Theta in a very familiar way. Fleur and I begin to both giggle and groan as
we watch her grab him and stroke hard, sending him grunting with the effort and he arches his back as he
shudders with her expert handling. Her head drops onto him and his entire penis goes into her mouth! Woah.
Deep throat in the extreme.

Just…woah.

I lean over to Fleur. "They'd make a million in the porn industry."

She chuckles as we hear Theta yell, his eyes closing as he orgasms hard, this time apparently a release actually
coming (no pun intended) from his penis. Ammie's head clamps down as she holds his spasming body. I can hear
more sucking noises but there's no cheek movment like in us humans. There must be some mechanism inside her
head. How cool.

She lifts her head and smiles as she gesture to Cleome. "Come, daughter. He is of the freshest peaches."

Cleome practically bounces in front of him like a small child getting her favorite pie.

Fleur and I grin widely at her enthusiasm.

Ammie turns to us. "She likes peaches because Damiana likes peaches."

"Damiana?" I ask. The name is so familiar…I'll have to look and see what flower it represents.

"Theta's mate. She is very naughty."

Cleome nods. "She plays the Great Game unlike any other and makes us work harder for her honey than
anything else. Her honey is always a surprise."

Ammie turns to Theta. She looks very slowly from him to us and back again. "Yes, fat one. Where is your
naughty mate today? She would normally be sitting on a branch, out of reach, taunting and teasing us and
explaining every wrong move you made in getting caught."

Cleome nods, giggling.

Theta pants, still shuddering from the orgasm, his insectile abdomen pulsing visibly. "She…is…elsewhere." He
moans a moment and then tries to grin, teasing. "Do…not…be…greedy."

He groans loudly as Cleome and Ammie trade places.

"How long do you work a honeybee as compared to a fly?" I ask.

Bahoogie snorts, still tied up. "Honeybee different. It could take many days to get all his honey if they want to
do so."

He looks at us and leers. "And most want to do so."

"Or we can work him quickly over and over and fill web bags," explains Ammie, while she's got a tongue in
Theta's ass. How in the world does she do that?

His eyes go sleepy as Ammie removes her tongue and it looks like he falls asleep. She pats him gently. "He will
rest now before we take more. We do not injure our guests. We bring them pleasure as we take from them. To do
otherwise is unnacceptable."

I nod, watching his eyes close and his body go quiet, their hands caressing and petting as he seems to fall into a
deep slumber. I still wonder if she added something to the mix to help him rest.

I blink slowly, and of course, find myself in bed.

Woah.