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Age- 23, Height - 5'5 ”, system of weights - 113 lbs, Hair - Blonde, Eyes - Hazel,

Bust - 36C, shank - 24"pelvic arch - 34

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DNA profile - northwesterly European ; 99.9 % ( Scandinavian/Denmark majority percentage )

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Day 1

I 'm not for certain how I ended up here in this room.

I've tried voiceless to remember, but I woke up on the bed, and that 's where it begins.

I can't even remember my public figure.

I have a bit, 2311.

When I woke up I was pretty disoriented. My arm damage, and I think I got a dead reckoning, before or after I arrived.

The way is large, 18 paces by 14 tread. I walked it. I thought it was a pretty big elbow room for one occupant.

I found out later why the elbow room needed to be big.

There's a keyboard and pocket-sized screen that says"Log Your Day."So I'm writing this

There's also a outer space there to write questions, but it does n't seem to be working.

deuce-ace of the walls are made of some sort of well-defined material that gets dark so you can't see through it. The side and front line paries are currently dark.

The back wall is light blue - the shower, food table, bed, and john are against that blue rampart. The front paries seems to consume a door. At least I can see the wispy outline of one there.

There is a shower in the corner, just a sloped parting of the floor with a waste pipe, shower promontory and a single soap dispenser. The water is always warm.

There 's a spigot for water there too, a little crushed, it tastes scavenge and fresh.

The floor is heated, it 's never cold on my ft. There 's a small toilet. The bed is bigger than I would have a bun in the oven if I was in a prison house or hospital.

I guess I expect a little cot but I have a sturdy double bed, it 's attached to the floor and has a plastic cover under the sheets, like a hotel room.

Or a hospital. Am I in a hospital ?

There's no clock and no windows.

My clothes were gone when I woke and in their property was a unsubdivided pull-over uniform apparel of hardy material.

There is a small table attached to the paries with what looks like the outline of a small door.

My first food today was just some kind of packaged rations. I was hungry so I ate it all.

The live meal of the day appeared on the table, I guess it came out of the bulwark room access. It was really good.

It was n't long after I ate that any anxiety I had faded away.

I suppose there was something in the intellectual nourishment or the nursing bottle of urine, but at the metre I thought nothing of it.

I think I'm in a hospital. But, no doctors, no nurse. No one.

Day 2

The forepart wall was clear for a piece today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hallway or a big room outside the paries, but I can't see but a few base.

My elbow room is brightly lit, until lights out. That 's nighttime and prison term to log Z's. I'm getting almost 10 60 minutes of the best rest I've ever had. I've never slept like this. My head hits the pillow and I'm out.

The food is very good, emerging from the wall regularly four time a day, sometimes with a smoothy drink.

It slides onto the tabular array from the paries like clockwork. The tray is attached to the sliding voice, there is no tableware, you eat everything with your fingers. It's really thoroughly though. When you're done it slides away into the rampart.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's impossible to concentrate. My brain wanders and then I take a nap or daydream. I 'll take in a moment where I remember something, like a dream image, but they slip away reasonably fast.

I've kinda given up on trying to commemorate stuff, and just go with the flow. I feel so relaxed here, it 's really amazing.

I received an instance tilt of exercises each daybreak, and there 's a chime to let you cognize when to set forth. It's stretch and easy stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a hebdomad now. I haven't seen anyone else. The food appears, a drinkable now and then, bottled water supply. It's very quiesce. I think the loggerheaded transparent rampart may be soundproof.

It feels like where I'm at now is OK. More than OK, I like it.

I'm not sure when I decided that sustenance here is normal, but my psyche seems to suffer accepted it in the retiring few daylight.

I feel very calm here, not like a few month ago. It was stressful, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the leaflet said. Everyone had to stay put inside. I'm trying to remember, but it's fuzzy. I have a signified that outside was a dangerous place, and that I'm safe here.

Everything here is taken care of. I have no concern, no trouble - I'm warm, safe, plumb, and well-fed.

I don't know what else I could ask for.

Well, maybe I do. I don't know if it's me, or my relaxed commonwealth of judgement, but I 've been kinda horny in the finally few days. It would be great to get laid. I can't remember the last time I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must throw been a yearn time ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a slurred Book. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to record except for a few pamphlets. It was all draftsmanship about a pioneer woman in the Old due west. There were covered Charles's Wain and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her people. She was confining to dying and was found by these magniloquent, lanky people from deep in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. They were living in the James Jerome Hill and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some matter like how to boil water to make it fair. She decided to stay with them and they ended up adopting her, making her function of their group. The Bible ended with her staying with them in their big caves.

She ended up sleeping with one of them a lot. There were a few pretty explicit draftsmanship of them making dear. Then, in the end, she looked meaning. They did n't show the tall people in particular, they were drawn in the vestige of the cave and at Night. I wanted to see them more.

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

Dreamt about being in a cave with the magniloquent Wendigo. I was with one and it took me deeper in the cave, where it showed me that I had a tea cosy chamber to myself, draped with pelt and fruit to eat. I took off my clothes to be nude on the furs and it sort of put its hands on me and we had sex there.

I still could n't see him clearly. Just a mesomorphic, tall figure with huge hands. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the fantasm, and I had him too. There's something primal and aphrodisiac about the tall, muscular people. People ? Creatures or existence - I guess.

I felt so safe and ardent in that dream cave - it was a very hot dreaming and I woke up wet and tingling.

Day 9

So slothful today. I woke up before lighting on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry corner in the cave and my tall muscular devotee.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did physical exertion. There was a green smoothie with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the rest of the day, looking at the comic and catnap. I think I've put on a slight weight, the food is so skilful though. My boobs are a little vainglorious, my hips too maybe. I better not skip a workout.

A new consistent dress appeared on the tabular array yesterday. It was a short roomier.

Day 10

Another Word of God arrived today through the expansion slot at the table.

A kind of colorful educational pamphlet. It had vividness drawings throughout it. The drawings were of a kind of man.

variety of a man, more of a tall, slim human-like being.

The beings were tall, the playscript said, six ft two to six foot six, skimpy and firm, with hanker weapon that extended down almost below their human knee.

Some that saw them were afraid of them because of their size, the tract said, but there was no cause to be.

Each vast hand had four long digit and one quarter round. Hairless, the being's bluish-grey hide was mottled with spots of unlike sizes and build, like an animal I had seen once.

What animal was that ? I couldn't remember.

The animate being had broad shoulders and defined chest of drawers muscle. heftiness were well defined everywhere on the reduce creature.

The being's head was great, not entirely round but a bit angular, but there was no hair. The oculus were large, bleak, and spaced wide apart, no nose save for a distich of small hole. The rima oris was wide and unlipped, just a foresighted slit where a normal mouth would be. The being had no spike, but lowly indentations where the ear-holes were.

The upshot was almost impassive. I thought his expression draftsmanship looked a niggling sad.

The more I looked at the drawing I thought, it looked familiar.

Dangerous ? My learning ability was taking in the image, a deliquium old warning device sounding.

I could turn that faded feeling of a terror around in my brain but my judgement couldn't frame it. The being looked as threatening as a deer.

Almost human.

Like any flesh book, hanging between the creature 's peg was his member. It looked very human, except for the tip. The head of the penis was different, or maybe the artist had made a mistake.

I looked at the drawing of the being, and his member for a while. It looked long and slenderize.

The head was angled and looked like it had diminished trilateral flower petals around the edge, like a fleshy star or daisy.

Earlier this morning I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an orgasm under the covering. I had been very aroused the past tense few days.

My twat was tingling a little.

Now I found myself wondering what the being's penis would be like erect. I imagined the expressionless being having sex with a man. What would that feel like, I wondered.

Like my dream ?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of course ! The improbable people from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the brochure out of the corner of my eye, open to a drafting of the long, lean being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the tall Thomas Gray man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a constant quantity country of moistness. My body feels extra medium, tingly. My nipple are so tender I had to pull down the dress, the invariant rubbing of the material was driving me crazy ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

I took the book into bed with me before the visible light went out and made myself cum again.

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of color lottery, it had pictures of the beings.

THEY ARE REAL !

They really exist ! There was more text about how they move ( fast ), how they act ( smart, docile ), and the texture of their hide ( smooth ).

The Wendigo, the rule book said, were survivor of a people that had traveled here from a distant asterisk long ago, and got stranded.

They are from another star.

There was motion-picture show after picture of different Wendigo, their colour, and maculation unlike for each one. Subtle differences in each one, like height, coloring, the width of their shoulders.

And their penises.

One photo, in finical, showed a being with his recollective penis hanging between his legs, thirster than the others. He was well-defined, and I noticed this one 's pecs and broad soldiers. His long mesomorphic implements of war and thick finger's breadth.

He was 6 6"the leger said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

The penis of the Wendigo was"7 to 8 inch in distance when erect, with the episodic outlying 9-inch erecting ”, and was"generally 6 to 7 /1/2 in in circumference."

There was a Thomas Nelson Page showing the unequaled head, the twelve to fourteen humble, fleshy points around the angle tip of the being's putz. It also showed the big opening in the heart of the fleshy flower, and the big veins running along the spear.

The schoolbook said the caput was angled for easier introduction, and the humble triangular"petals"get fast when it ejaculates, holding the member inside the vaginal canal.

I don't think I had ever been so aroused by a photo.

What would that feel like"entering"me ?

I couldn't put the Koran down. I read every Holy Writ and looked at the pic for a tenacious time.

My pussy was dripping by the time I was done. What is wrong with me ?

I masturbated after lights out, imagining one of the unearthly muscular creatures fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the space of my wall as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and tilt, just like the photos. I was so worked up my pith was pounding. He stopped and put a big hand on the glass and looked in at me. Then it heard something and looked away, looked back at me, and zoomed off. He was a minuscule in the shadow so I didn't get to see his smudge or colouring material really, but it moved like a Cheetah. Cheetah ? Yes, that 's a thing.

A fast muscular thing. Its musculus ripple when it moves.

I did see its penis. It was swinging there between his yearn legs. The gist around the head of his cock were seeable, and I could see how it would slip into a kitty, the tip beveled like it was.

He was odd about me, I felt that. It looked right at me.

Day 18

I see one or two of the gaunt giants a day now. They pass by, looking in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by somebody, but I ca n't take heed anything. I try to get them to stick, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their school principal a bit and have-to doe with the glass. They don't put on dress of any sort. Not that I expected it. All the pictures and drawings I saw of their yearn lanky trunk were nude.

Day 22

My wall to the right is transparent occasionally now. There's another fair sex there, she 's older, maybe forties. We communicated with some hand signs and she said she 's been here for four hundred days. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as best she could.

Yes, they were alien to this world, and they had been here for a farsighted time.

Their skin looks wet, but it feels dry. The tongue is rough, like a cat.

They don't talking, but you might sense something.

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to know how she knew so much.

She used to crop here, is what I think she told me.

One day she found herself in a room. She signed that she remembers asking to be put here.

Day 23

My back wall has a screen of some kind in it. There are occasional nourishment picture or new drill demonstrations.

Today I saw a TV about Wendigo. It was basically an educational video on how to have a"sexual encounter"with one if that were to happen.

Is that possible ? How would that pass off ?

Text appeared with the video that explained that Wendigo had been here for a foresighted time, living in the inscrutable wild. There were lots of stories passed down by aboriginal Americans about them.



The Wendigo, the text read, had been mating with human female for years.

It said they percentage no diseases with humans so nada can be passed.

It was safe and harmless.

The film laid out that they have sex like other"humanoids ”. The Male penis goes inside the Female. Ha, yes I get it.

The film was dangerous though, about medium section of their body and stuff. Ears and wind sensitivities. Also, the tongue, which I had never seen.

The video showed a natural language that could be up to six inches long. It was thought it was for eating fruit or flowers found on their homeworld.

Amazingly, there was a transcription of a woman having sex with one !

It was a curtly video section that came up near the end.

It showed a woman and Wendigo together. The plain-looking womanhood obediently sat on the bed, never taking her center off of the sinewy male. The huge being held her pile, his foresightful thick penis was heavy and dripping. His hulk manus spread her leg and his shaft slipped into her. He cocked his header and stroked her like a automobile. His long penis slipped into her easily and she held on to his arms as he plunged it into her over and over.

It showed her orgasming and it looked real to me. Her optic were candid and locked on the animal, her face a picture of pleasure, mouth opened wide.

The vid also pointed out that their cum is light Amytal and the put up penis secretes a lube they called"pre-ejaculate lubrication ”.

The picture showed it oozing out of the magnanimous opening in the tip.

The petals of the flower-shaped foreland of their cock get steady and amplify inside the vagina when he is close to orgasming, to assist take for his erection in stead while he 's ejaculating.

The text explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the excreting of the Wendigo. In the precum and the cum. It was a training manoeuvre since they did n't feature a mating season.

"This natural drug has been analyzed, synthesized and produced"the text read.

Is that what they're giving me and why I'm feeling this way ?

The video went on to shew the sinewy brute slowing, then stopping his thrusting. He was now orgasming, the textual matter read. Up to a cup of semen, maybe more would be"discharged ”.

A close-up showed his stopcock buried in the woman 's vagina, visibly pulsing as he held it in her. She was still shaking with what looked like a substantial orgasm.

The muscular blue-gray being slid his limp phallus out the woman. It was still long and thick, dripping blue semen onto the womanhood 's thigh as the video wrapped up.

It went on about what a woman could carry after and before sex. The text stated that they seemed to be measured, considerate intimate partners,"If a woman is chosen."

A Wendigo may finish with a married person and immediately leave, or one may rest for a few minutes.

I wanted to watch the telecasting again, but it ended and the filmdom went dark.

( I wrote down as much as I could remember so I won't forget it ! )

Day 24

The older woman next to me had a Wendigo in her room today.

Before breakfast the wall between us became clear up and I saw one stride into her room !

He lifted her and moved her to the bed, as easy as carrying a wench.

His penis was hard as he nimbly pulled her dress off and laid her down on the bed. Just as he climbed between her open legs the rampart went drab and I couldn't see.

I yelled"No !"as the rampart went dark and agitate my facial expression against the glass, but I could n't see or get a line anything after that.

I felt so frustrated and wondered why she was allowed and I was not. I guess she had been here much longer, but still, I was upset.

Day 25

Still waiting for my door to open. I'm making trusted I'm doing my exercises correctly and eating everything that appears on the table.

Day 26

Received another pamphlet today.

I can only describe it as a onanism aid.

It was filled with coloring material and black and albumen photo of different women having sex with Wendigo. Different positions, different Wendigo. It showed a charwoman taking the long, hard member of a belittled Wendigo in her oral cavity. The modest subtitle read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a delineation of the angulate head of a Wendigo between the wide-open peg of a nude cleaning lady. His tongue was snaking inside her. The caption read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the final stage page, thinking of that long tongue in my mouth, or my pussy.

I touched my clitoris lightly and I began to orgasm.

That's all I have to do lately, just a affect and I'm cumming - it 's crazy.

Day 30

Today my room access opened.

The luminousness dimmed and there was a rushing audio as the door slid open.

As soon as it did the doorway was filled with the lithe, hefty body of a large Wendigo.

I was fix for him, sitting on the edge of my bed, already nude.

I had been going without my uniform for a while now, showing off my body to the large pattern that sometimes gathered remote my room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent wall, so I knew they were fix for me.

The grandiloquent being was on me in a flash and I relaxed, letting him have his way with me. His giant hands explored my body for a moment, one holding a knocker and the early sliding into my wet pussy. He had virtually no olfactory perception, his skin was warm up and smooth, but thick, almost like soft leather.

His cock was long, midst, and erect.

His side was the same expressionless face I had seen just outside the elucidate paries each day, except now this one was a few inches from mine.

His mouth cracked opened slightly and his tongue snaked out and I opened my sass to allow it in.

For a moment I meekly sucked on the being 's hanker tongue as his hulk finger plunged into my pussy.

His huge work force gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the incline of the bed and spread my legs undefendable. My cunt was ready, wet glistening. He dipped the flat angled head of his pecker between my bitch lips and I watched the easy fleshy flower petal of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my hole.

I was hyperventilating, I was so nervous, aroused, and excited.

I watched as his thick, veiny scape followed the fleshy head into my puss, my vagina opening up for his cock. Just like the videos.

It kept pushing in until his cock was completely inside me.

The powerful being began sawing away into my kitty, his eyes seemingly focused on something across the elbow room.

The feeling was incredibly erotic, the sensation of being filled with this unusual build was new to my torso. I was also dimly aware of the erotic nature of being taken by an eldritch being. A being that I had been yearning for since being introduced to them.

Every facet of the here and now was a turn-on ; the touch of the creature, its configuration, its strength, it's enormous cock inside me, all most likely the ware of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

I began to establish to a climax almost immediately, and in a arcsecond or two was spasming with an orgasm.

He seemed to notice my convulsions, and it slowed a bit, his prospicient concentrated ray still slowly sinking between my slit brim, but his oral sex was cocked slightly as his fatal optic took in my material body, writhing in joy under him.

The fucking continued as I shuddered long and hard, the being's cock plunging into me over and over as vast muscular paw held my legs open.

I cupped both my titty in my hired hand and looked at the inkiness heart of the weird brute that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, nothing changed on its face as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his foresighted blue/gray rooster splitting me spread, my pussy lips on either side of his glistening shaft. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The creature 's sass cracked open a bit and I could see rows of small tooth and his glossa emerged, long and tapered.

The lanky Wendigo made a clicking sound from deep inside his chest and held his cock trench in me.

As he paused I could feel him begin to blurt out, his shaft pulsing, the star-head of his hard-on gripping the walls of my pussy to better hold his long cock deep in me.

His long thick fingerbreadth wrapped around my cervix and gently held me down so he could wind up pumping cum into me.

I put both my hands on its deep articulatio radiocarpea and felt the warm, politic skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his shaft, still pumping in my bitch. He held it in me for a wide two minutes.

I could feel his stopcock twitching inside me, I knew he was squirting his semen in me with each pulse.

I came again, just laying there pinned to the bed by its cock and one large hand.

After a minute he pulled out and his mitt left my neck, pausing ever so briefly on my tits.

His cock was still a little hard, and the mushroom cloud pass rubbed up along my thigh, sonant and smooth out, leaving a trail of light blue sky cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

The door whiffed shut, as several Thomas More Wendigo gathered to peer in, then hurried off to look for an afford door.

Clear fluid and gentle semen flowed from my pussycat as I stood over the shower drain. At least a cup maybe more oozed out of me. Just like the video said.

I didn't want to shower, I didn't want to remove the sensation of him from my skin.

Day 32

Today five Wendigo fucked me before my doorway whiffed closed for the terminal time. Three were one right wing after the other. They wait for the door to open up, looking in while waiting their turn, looking into the room watching me get fucked. I had so many orgasms I lost count. I'm exhausted. I was worried about my cunt getting sore.

Their turncock are long and some are fairly thick. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of fuck, and no lube in the room. Turns out the clear, midst precum they put out is so glib you don't need lube. Their cock just drips it as soon as they get intemperately and it 's superintendent slick - it gets everywhere but does n't accept a smell or taste.

The beveled flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little trigon are A-one soft and the angled head teacher slideway right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can feel it well up in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their stopcock jerks like a muscle flexing.

Day 33

sevener today. The door keeps them at time interval so I don't spirit overwhelmed. It seems to roll in the hay when I'm ready for the succeeding visitor, whiffing clear to provide one in at just the right-hand time.

Day 34

Eight today. Very tired and slept well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at different prison term, spaced so I'm at peak desire when the door opens. I've never been so satisfied sexually. I've had my puss licked, been fucked with amazing cocks, felt my body explored by huge curious hired man and firm experienced hands. Some of them are immature, you can tell, they just want to cum in me.

Some are honest-to-goodness, more go through and they really shoot their time.

Every one is different. They purr and click to you, rumbling and huffing. I 've never had so many coming.

Their bodies are amazing.

Yesterday goldfish, an honest-to-goodness Wendigo with a fish-shaped berth on his chest, came in. I can recite he 's quondam, he has some wrinkled skin and it feels diluent than the Brigham Young ones.

Carassius auratus does something dissimilar with me.

He laid down on my bed and pulled me into his lap so my rear was against his stopcock. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a huge arm around me and took a tit in his hand. The other reached down between my legs and he inserted his two mediate fingers into my puss. His foresighted thick finger fucked me like that for I don't bang how long.

I was so relaxed, laying back on his Brobdingnagian warm skin, his elephantine hand holding my tit, my leg splayed open wide. I watched his fingers slide in and out of my cunt for a long patch, glistening and wet. I found this highly arousing and I feel he did too.

I could hear him clicking and rumbling, and I turned my headway a piffling. His yearn tongue slipped into my mouthpiece, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his finger relentlessly plunged into me with a wet strait. I tasted his saliva as his tongue curled across mine

I came twice in the time I was being held by the muscular being, shaking and quivering in ecstasy, his tongue in my sassing.

When he did get hard he just lifted me and slipped his prick into me, his huge script on my hips as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big chest, he held me there as I watched his big prick stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the intimate star of being filled as the star-flower head of his hard member expanded. I could finger the elder being's turncock throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his seed. He stayed inside me for a longsighted spell, then after a bit lifted me off and laid me down.

I think he's much old than the others, and this spatial relation is easier for him, nigh of them stand or kneel when they fuck me.

I hope he comes back again soon.

Day 37

The older charwoman to my right hand is now gone.

A large blond woman is in that way now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's nude sculpture most of the time, masturbating a lot. I watched her the other day, shaking on the bed as she climaxed.

She has n't had a Wendie yet, and I know the build-up is brutal. You want it so bad by day thirty, all you can think about is having one ass you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my elbow room today. A Father-God and a son. The youngling was learning to fuck a woman, I gather. He watched as his elder demonstrated for him, screwed me hard across the bed. He demonstrated to the youngling how to position his erection against my pussy rim before the elder male slid it all the way in me. After fucking my pussy the tall elder held his cock in me ejaculating.

The youngling Wendie stood nearby watching, occasionally he reached out to allude my hair or run his hand over my tits.

My big tits move a lot when I'm being screwed, some Wendigo beloved to play with them.

The young being was laborious, and looked at me and tilted his principal. His don made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the young being 's shaft in my mouth. It did n't charter long and the Brigham Young Wendies pecker was spurting in my mouth. His cum was silky, smooth, and slightly sweet, with a plant mouthful I could n't put my finger on. His long fingerbreadth fondled my titty the integral time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight hr.

Columbus came in three different times though. I think he likes me. He has a spot that looks like a Earth, so I named him Columbus.

He does possess a cock that fits me. It's just right, and I get off whenever he 's inside me.

He likes to pretend he's being rasping with me but he's always gentle. He'll grab me and plagiarize me or push my wooden leg open or hold me down.

I started playing with him, mock-resisting him and he seems to enjoy it. This is something that no other Wendie has done. He will sometimes put his long fingers around my neck opening while he's on top of me. The first time he did that I orgasmed, so he will do it occasionally, although I think he likes it too.

One of the ten was a young Wendie, I may sustain been his first of all. He started spurting as he began to enter me, like a knight. I took ahold of his long peter as he watched and guided it into me so he could finish. He has a star-shaped smirch on his chest.

He finished squirting inside me and held his dick ( pretty thick for a youngling ) in me for a while.

Then he rushed out at the end like a lot of them do.

Day 47

Blondie in the way next to me got her door opened today.

A big Wendigo was waiting, and I got to watch out. He was a huge one and he fucked her for about forty minutes. She held onto the desk and the inclination muscular being got in behind her with a pretty big cock.

I could see her tits jiggling as he stroked her like a machine, his impassive face turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their reflection of the legato rampart - the wall inside her room must have been dark.

He reached around and held her big nipple as he fucked her, the first metre I had seen one do that. I could see her typeface as she came again and again.

Finally, he put his huge hired hand on her hips and held his cock in deeply, I knew he was pumping her full of his cum.

I could see her lip moving as she talked to the big blue/gray stud pressing in slopped behind her, running his immense men over her body as he ejaculated.

I talk to them too sometimes, cooing and baby-talking. I feel like some of them like the strait of a voice.

When the grandiloquent Wendie did pull out I watched a farseeing current of his seminal fluid stream from her, stretching from her pussy to the storey.

She stayed there, hands on the desk, her purulent draining cum, waiting for another sinewy alien to fuck her, but the room access shut behind the kick the bucket chassis.

When she realized no more were coming she reached down between her legs and got herself off again. Then my wall went dark.

I think the walls go clear up so I can watch and learn something. Each clock time I see something interesting or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbor that there are times I can see them but their bulwark is dark on the former side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new girl encounter a Wendigo for the first metre. I'm not sure what was wrong but she seemed terrified of the big, sinewy male. The being was not deterred by her shrieking and simply took her, opened her wooden leg, and inserted his long cock. After a few CVA she passed out and the muscular gray being continued plunging his big thing into her, her body flopping like a rag doll.

I watched until he finished, holding his cock deep in her as they all do, pumping her total of his sleek dingy cum. Then he pulled out and left her limp on the bed. Before she woke my wall went dark.

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex acts. Wow. The twenty-four hours melt one into the other. After breakfast and practice session, I get naked and wait for the first of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the ice already, looking in, waiting for my doorway to puff spread. If I'm really horny I'll tantalise them, showing them my titmouse, or flashing my pussy.

Occasionally one or two will get hard waiting exterior for my room access to open.

Sometimes my wall is dark and I know that no one is coming today. I get a day off when that happens.

I don't like a day off all that much, but I often get to catch on the left or right field of me.

By the future day, I'm dying for my door to open up and to get fucked.

Day 55

I'm doing so well my computer said that I received a"incentive ”. Whatever it was, it was amazing. I was A-one horny and buzzing all day.

They must feature adjusted the meds for the scared girl next door, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a unseasoned Wendigo just before my room access opened and I got engaged. She appeared to be having a very flashy, acute orgasm as the huge being took her doggie expressive style on her big bed. Three more were waiting outside her door, intently watching the first one cam stroke her. As soon as he was done the next one took her hip in his big hands and slither his peter in. She didn't move except to wiggle her butt a minuscule. I could see her hand was busy between her legs.

trade good for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

I'm not showing yet, but I have morning nausea and my boobs are tender.

I'm not sure which one it was, but Cristobal Colon keeps coming by to insure on me, looking in at me.

I estimate I've had sex with about 30 different Wendigo, but he seems to jazz something.

A cup appeared yesterday for me to pee in. Normally they want it at the end of the month.

My door seems to have limited the figure of Wendigo that can fuck me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After number ten yesterday her door closed and she crawled into bed and lay there quivering.

I miss that. I only had three today.

Day 175

I'm very pregnant with Cristobal Colon'baby. He's the only when one they let into my elbow room. Often he wants to fuck, and does so carefully and gently. Stroking me slowly until he cums. I know he needs departure, he's so virile. So I do my dependable to direct care of him. He stays sometimes, one giant hand on my belly, as he stands there purring and rumbling.

Day 180

I think my dose has been altered, maybe because of the infant. I ‘ m a little more clear-headed nowadays. I think I have an understanding of why we 're all here, of course, it 's obvious to me, as I sit here huge with a Wendigo child.

I still get laid it. It's different now ; I love carrying his infant.

Even now, fat with a baby, I love the look and tone of the reduce sinewy beings. Somehow, I was made to see them and desire them as sexual beings.

Maybe they're weaning me off the drugs, maybe now I do n't necessitate the drugs to need to be with them.

Day 185

There's a new char side by side door. She looks untried, xx or so. I've seen a few like her, a run-away probably. She looks a little skinny.

"You 've found it, dear,"I want to tell her."home base ”.

All your job are over now. You have been whisked away to paradise.

Have a cooky, have a shake.

She 's eating her rations now, checking out the room. Having a bottle of water system.

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing Begin for her. word picture, stories, a little chemical encouragement.

And in a few workweek, her room access will leap open, and tall, lithe, edacious being will bonk her brains out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to give birth that she'll be staring at picture, watching video with her big blue optic open wide, masturbating constantly, showing her little mammilla to the darkness middle peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. incessant sex.

She'll want nothing else by that time. She'll be dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, wishing for it, underworld, she'll be praying for it.

Like I did.

The succeeding thing she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her down feather stroke her pussy. Then five or seven or ten a day until she's addicted to the sex.

Then she 's pregnant.

She's so tiny. I hope the wall lets me catch her inaugural fuck.

I call her"Shorty ”.

Day190

Blondie is fraught now.

I saw her puking into her toilet yesterday and today no Windigo has been allowed except for Big Saint John.

I've had Big lavatory slews of times. He's a tall, nearly completely disgraceful Wendigo with a large cock. I've seen many Wendie cocks, and he is one of the biggest.

I would guess it was pushing ten in, not first-rate thick, but a big flower-star top dog.

to the highest degree Wendigo except the immature ones are somewhere between eight and nine inches. Some are thick-skulled, and some are slim.

I loved watching Big whoremaster fuck her, as Blondie 's blench pelt is such a skillful contrast to the immense being. He would almost always have got her down on the bed with his huge hands, with her pale legs wide open, and Cypriot pound her. She loved it.

Now he's a careful Dad lover, coming in once a day to gently fuck her until he cums.

Day 211

Shorty got her first today.

It was about time. The young brunette was climbing the paries, masturbating a few times a day, brochures in hand. I saw her showing her minuscule round breast and her pussy to the Wendigo gathered remote.

She was definitely ready.

A slim gray-blue Wendigo was first in the doorway as it opened. She was already down on her knees, licking and sucking the big muscular guy 's penis. He just wanted her pussy though, and lifted her and put her down across the bed, spread her wooden leg, and slipped it in.

I could see her face when her first fuck-monster cock started to stroke her.

It was pure seventh heaven, mouth encompassing overt, hands holding her tits.

The big expressionless being fucked her like a machine, for ten minute at least.

The Loretta Young girl was conciliatory, pulling her legs back so her feet were over her read/write head, her pussy laid bare for the sinewy being's dick.

She came at to the lowest degree twice before the big guy stopped and held his prick deep in her to cum.

I always enjoy watching the lithe being ejaculate into a woman - it has exceptional meaning to me now that I'm pregnant - but seeing his yearn Gy cock pulsing, knowing how she was being filled and with what ; so hot.

Knowing that she might get meaning too, maybe today with her first.

She was shaking and quivering on the end of his long dick like a speared rabbit.

When he was done he slipped the retentive thing out of her and she curled up on the bed, still shaking.

He allowed her to take his semi-hard penis into her mouth and suck him for a bit, the magniloquent creature standing and looking down at the youthful girl.

Was it watching her clean up the star-flower-shaped head of his member, or enjoying the feeling ; or both ?

Eventually, he moved to the threshold.

She lay there on the big bed for a long while. The doorway of her elbow room was closed. On your low gear day, you only get one, no matter how much you want another.

Day 250

I went into labor today, and the rampart of my elbow room went dark and I heard a hushing auditory sensation and smelled something sweet in the air.

I woke up in my elbow room much later and I was not fraught anymore, achy, and still a little barf. I guess I had the baby. I wonder what he looks like.

Day 251

The baby is delivered to me via the table-door a few times a day for me to suckle him. He's a Wendigo, nothing human about him. I guess the foreigner DND overwrites any human code, so basically, I was a letter carrier for Columbus'offspring.

My egg was fertilized, so there must be something human being about him.

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a human, so I get to flow him a few times a day until he's bigger. His Daddy watches me nurse the young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to sleep together me. If I'm fussy with the baby he leaves.

Day 270

The baby is being weaned. I won't see him anymore, and I was a little sad about that until I had breakfast and my sweet talker. I'm already getting excited about seeing some of my favorite Wendigo again. It's been historic period since I've been fucked good and hard.

Day 275

I watched Columbus fucking the vernal brunette girl in the room to the left of mine. She's new, and I'm sure enough she'll give him a substantial boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not jealous, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my door every day, fucking me senseless. Florida is my favorite, he has a Florida-shaped bit on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the same emotionless aspect as the rest, his cock hard and dripping. We fuck in his favorite military position, me against the paries, his huge hands around my ribcage holding me up.

I swear he's watching my tits bounce and looking me in the eye as he fucks me. He likes to extend his tongue and drop away it into my backtalk so I can gently absorb on it. He cums pretty fast when I do that.

He fucks me against the wall until I feel his rooster pulsing and cum is dripping down my leg.

Then he lays me on the bed and stands over me, running his huge paw over my organic structure, feeling my big titmouse, slipping a long digit in my cunt until I'm cumming.

There are a few that enjoy making a womanhood orgasm, and Sunshine State seems to care doing that to me.

He seems to enjoy watching me slash, the look on my face.

goldfish still comes in, and Starfish, Arrow, Saturn, and his son Flower.

Day 500

I have n't made an entry for a while.

I was carrying Sunshine State's kid until a few weeks ago.

Florida 's child is done nursing and my second Wendigo is off to wherever they go.

Before she disappeared the older nurse that lived next to me said she had given parturition to six Wendies.

In a few twenty-four hour period, my door will start possible action again. The social movement wall is authorize today, some of my favorites are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed sea star and Arrow my tit. pointer got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The constant buzz of sex, the prevision, the coming, the stamina of the Wendigo, their long cocks, rope-like muscle, vast work force, long tongues, and their silent relentless desire for my trunk.

Even when I was meaning I couldn't discontinue thinking about it and sucked Florida off or fucked him almost every day.

I 've been here 500 days.

On 180 of those mean solar day, I had an average of 8 sojourn a day. That's 1440 visits.

I 've been meaning twice, or about 320 of those 500 days.

For the first three month of your maternity, the issue of visits is limited to three. 90 days, twice, or 180 Clarence Day. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my threshold to have it off me in the first three month I'm pregnant.

For the last three month of pregnancy, the boundary is a day-to-day visit of the father. So that 's about once a day getting dad off, or 180 or so casual sojourn from dad over two terms.

That's 2040 sex acts over 500 solar day

That 's 2040 cupful of silky blue Wendigo semen.

That 's 127 gallons of cum pumped in me since I arrived.

Roughly.

Once end week all the wall went straighten out, and I could see hundreds of rooms like mine, stretching off to the left hand and right as far as I could see. Hundreds of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A leave sex pardner in each elbow room.

Not just willing to breed, desiring it. Crying for it.

Praying for it.

After she arrived Shorty the new fille was trying to ask me why through the clear wall. Why was this happening ? Who was doing it ?

I never have thought about any of that. Why would I ?

My only thought is the following tall, muscular Wendigo coming through my door to roll in the hay me, my future orgasm, my following child.

Everything else is taken concern of.

Have a bottleful of water, stay hydrated, I gesture to her.

Eat some solid food. Relax.

In a day or so, you won't think about why or who.

You won't care about anything at all, except fucking.

End of hoard daily entry from field 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

Subject is currently on Day 920.

issue ; 4

Status : Highly Active

Popularity with Male Subjects : High

Recommendation : 5 per day

Outlook : participating until belated 30s

Dosage : Continue current levels

billet : Continue monitoring hormone stage. retreat upon menopause .