COLLECTED NOTES FROM depicted object 2311 - ROOM 307

These are the collected notes from Subject 2311, Thin Man labor, Kansas Facility.

Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, Height - 5'5 ”, Weight - 113 lbs, tomentum - blonde, Eyes - Hazel,

fizzle - 36C, shank - 24"articulatio coxae - 34

Health - A1

Stamina - Average

DNA profile - Northwestern European ; 99.9 % ( Scandinavian/Denmark legal age percentage )

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Day 1

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

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

I can't even commemorate my name.

I have a number, 2311.

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

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

I found out later why the 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 space there to spell interrogation, but it does n't seem to be working.

trio of the walls are made of some sort of clear material that gets dark so you can't see through it. The face and front line walls are currently blue.

The dorsum wall is light low-spirited - the rain shower, food table, bed, and lavatory are against that blue devil wall. The battlefront paries seems to have a door. At least I can see the faint outline of one there.

There is a shower in the corner, just a slosh part of the story with a drainpipe, shower head and a I scoop dispenser. The water is always warm.

There 's a tap for water there too, a little lower, it tastes plumb and fresh.

The floor is heated, it 's never cold on my feet. There 's a small toilet. The bed is vainglorious than I would expect if I was in a prison or hospital.

I guess I expect a little cot but I have a sturdy double up bed, it 's attached to the level and has a charge plate cover version under the tack, 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 spot was a simple pull-over uniform dress of tough material.

There is a little table attached to the wall with what looks like the schema of a lowly door.

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

The final meal of the day appeared on the table, I guess it came out of the bulwark door. 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 feeding bottle of water, but at the time I thought nothing of it.

I think I'm in a hospital. But, no Doctor, no nurses. No one.

Day 2

The front line rampart was clear for a patch today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hallway or a big room outside the wall, but I can't see but a few feet.

My room is brightly lit, until luminance out. That 's nighttime and time to sleep. I'm getting almost 10 hours of the scoop sleep 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 rampart regularly four clock time a day, sometimes with a charmer drink.

It slides onto the mesa from the wall like clockwork. The tray is attached to the sliding component, there is no tableware, you eat everything with your fingers. It's really good though. When you're done it slides away into the wall.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's unsufferable to focus. My brain wanders and then I take a nap or daydream. I 'll have a minute where I remember something, like a dream image, but they slip away pretty 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 illustrated list of exercises each morning, and there 's a bell to let you eff when to start. It's stretching and easy stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a hebdomad now. I haven't seen anyone else. The nutrient appears, a drink now and then, bottled water. It's very quiet. I think the boneheaded transparent wall 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 living here is normal, but my idea seems to have accepted it in the preceding few day.

I feel very calm here, not like a few months ago. It was stressful, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the brochure said. Everyone had to stay inside. I'm trying to remember, but it's fuzzy. I have a sense that outside was a life-threatening place, and that I'm safe here.

Everything here is taken care of. I have no headache, no problem - I'm warm, safe, clean, and well-fed.

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

fountainhead, maybe I do. I don't know if it's me, or my slack State Department of judgment, but I 've been kinda horny in the last few days. It would be majuscule to get repose. I can't remember the last prison term I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must give been a yearn meter ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick Koran. It was like a computer graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few pamphlets. It was all drawings about a pioneer woman in the Old West. There were covered wagons and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her citizenry. She was close to dying and was found by these tall, lanky citizenry from thick in the Grant Wood. They were living in the hills and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some thing like how to moil pee to constitute it plumb. She decided to appease with them and they ended up adopting her, making her part of their group. The book 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 denotative drawings of them making love. Then, in the end, she looked pregnant. They did n't show the grandiloquent the great unwashed in detail, they were drawn in the shadows of the cave and at nighttime. I wanted to see them more.

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

Dreamt about being in a cave with the tall Wendigo. I was with one and it took me deeper in the cave, where it showed me that I had a cosy chamber to myself, draped with furs and fruit to eat. I took off my apparel 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 muscular, tall figure with huge hands. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the shadows, and I had him too. There's something cardinal and sexy about the tall, brawny people. People ? Creatures or being - I guess.

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

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before lights on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my magniloquent muscular fan.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did drill. There was a green smoothy with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the ease of the day, looking at the laughable and napping. I think I've put on a short weight, the food is so soundly though. My boobs are a petty crowing, my pelvic arch too maybe. I better not bound off a workout.

A new undifferentiated apparel appeared on the table yesterday. It was a little roomier.

Day 10

Another ledger arrived today through the slot at the table.

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

Kind of a man, to a greater extent of a tall, thin human-like being.

The organism were tall, the book said, six animal foot two to six base six, tilt and strong, with long implements of war that extended down almost below their knees.

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

Each vast hand had four long fingers and one ovolo. Hairless, the being's blue-gray pelt was mottled with spots of unlike size of it and cast, like an animal I had seen once.

What animal was that ? I couldn't remember.

The animal had broad shoulders and defined chest musculus. sinew were well defined everywhere on the slenderize creature.

The being's read/write head was large, not entirely fill out but a bit angular, but there was no hair. The eyes were heavy, black, and spaced wide-cut apart, no nose save for a couple of small cakehole. The mouth was all-encompassing and lipless, just a long slit where a pattern mouth would be. The being had no auricle, but small indenture where the ear-holes were.

The effect was almost expressionless. I thought his face drawing looked a minuscule sad.

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

Dangerous ? My brain was taking in the image, a faint old warning gimmick sounding.

I could deform that faded feeling of a threat around in my wit but my psyche couldn't flesh it. The being looked as threatening as a deer.

Almost human.

Like any anatomy book, hanging between the animate being 's legs was his phallus. It looked very man, except for the tip. The heading of the penis was different, or maybe the artist had made a fault.

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

The headway was angled and looked like it had small triangular flower petals around the sharpness, like a fleshy sensation or daisy.

Earlier this aurora I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an sexual climax under the covers. I had been very aroused the past few years.

My kitty was tingling a little.

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

Like my dream ?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of course ! The marvelous multitude from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the pamphlet out of the niche of my eye, spread to a drawing off of the long, incline being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the tall gray man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a constant state of matter of dampness. My body feeling extra sensitive, tingly. My nipples are so sensitive I had to rive down the wearing apparel, the constant rubbing of the material was driving me demented ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

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

Day 13

A new script arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of gloss drafting, it had moving picture of the beings.

THEY ARE REAL !

They really exist ! There was Sir Thomas More text about how they move ( fast ), how they act ( chic, docile ), and the texture of their skin ( unruffled ).

The Wendigo, the book said, were survivors of a multitude that had traveled here from a remote star long ago, and got stranded.

They are from another star.

There was picture after moving picture of different Wendigo, their color, and topographic point different for each one. insidious difference in each one, like height, food colour, the width of their shoulders.

And their penises.

One pic, in particular, showed a being with his long member hanging between his legs, longer than the others. He was well-defined, and I noticed this one 's pecs and broad soldiers. His prospicient muscular arms and thick digit.

He was 6 6"the Quran said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

The member of the Wendigo was"7 to 8 in in duration when erect, with the occasional outlying 9-inch erection ”, and was"generally 6 to 7 /1/2 column inch in circumference."

There was a Page showing the unique head, the twelve to fourteen small, fleshy points around the angled tip of the being's cock. It also showed the large curtain raising in the nitty-gritty of the fleshy heyday, and the boastfully veins running along the shaft.

The textbook said the head was angled for sluttish accounting entry, and the small trilateral"flower petal"get firmly when it ejaculates, holding the penis inside the vaginal duct.

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 record book down. I read every Holy Scripture and looked at the photos for a long time.

My kitty-cat was dripping by the prison term I was done. What is wrong with me ?

I masturbated after lightness out, imagining one of the uncanny mesomorphic creatures fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the quad of my rampart as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and tilt, just like the pic. I was so excited my warmheartedness 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 little in the shadower so I didn't get to see his spots or coloring material really, but it moved like a Cheetah. chetah ? Yes, that 's a thing.

A fast mesomorphic matter. Its muscles ripple when it moves.

I did see its member. It was swinging there between his farseeing legs. The nubs around the head of his cock were visible, and I could see how it would drop off into a puss, the tip beveled like it was.

He was curious 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, look in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by someone, but I ca n't hear anything. I try to get them to ride out, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their head a bit and touch the methamphetamine. They don't wear clothes of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the characterisation and lottery I saw of their foresightful lanky bodies were nude.

Day 22

My wall to the right is limpid occasionally now. There's another cleaning woman there, she 's older, maybe forties. We communicated with some hand mark and she said she 's been here for four hundred years. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as scoop she could.

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

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

They don't talk, but you might smell something.

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to know how she knew so much.

She used to work 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 covert of some kind in it. There are occasional nutrition TV or new exercise demonstrations.

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

Is that possible ? How would that happen ?

schoolbook appeared with the video that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long time, living in the rich wild. There were muckle of history passed down by Native Americans about them.



The Wendigo, the textbook read, had been mating with homo female person for years.

It said they share no diseases with humans so cipher can be passed.

It was safety and harmless.

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

The film was serious though, about raw parts of their body and poppycock. Ears and nuzzle sensitivity. Also, the knife, which I had never seen.

The TV showed a clapper that could be up to six inches long. It was thought it was for eating fruit or bloom found on their homeworld.

Amazingly, there was a recording of a cleaning lady having sex with one !

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

It showed a woman and Wendigo together. The plain-looking woman obediently sat on the bed, never taking her centre off of the brawny male person. The huge being held her down, his yearn thick penis was hard and dripping. His gargantuan hands spread her legs and his cock slipped into her. He cocked his head and stroked her like a political machine. His long member 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 very to me. Her eyes were receptive and locked on the creature, her face a ikon of pleasure, mouthpiece give wide.

The vid also pointed out that their ejaculate is dismount blue and the rear penis secretes a lubricant they called"pre-ejaculate lubrication ”.

The video showed it oozing out of the large opening in the tip.

The petals of the flower-shaped head of their cock get firm and expand inside the vagina when he is closely to orgasming, to facilitate hold his hard-on in space while he 's ejaculating.

The text explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the excretions of the Wendigo. In the precum and the cum. It was a breeding manoeuvre since they did n't have 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 show the unchewable creature slowing, then stopping his thrusting. He was now orgasming, the text read. Up to a cup of cum, maybe more would be"discharged ”.

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

The sinewy blue-gray being slid his hitch penis out the woman. It was still long and thick, dripping depressed semen onto the woman 's thigh as the video wrapped up.

It went on about what a woman could expect after and before sex. The textbook stated that they seemed to be thrifty, considerate sexual partners,"If a woman is chosen."

A Wendigo may end up with a cooperator and immediately leave, or one may stay for a few minutes.

I wanted to watch out the video again, but it ended and the screen door went wickedness.

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

Day 24

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

Before breakfast the wall between us became all the way and I saw one pace into her room !

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

His phallus was hard as he nimbly pulled her dress off and laid her John L. H. Down on the bed. Just as he climbed between her undefendable legs the wall went dark and I couldn't see.

I yelled"No !"as the wall went dark and agitate my brass against the glass, but I could n't see or take heed 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 up. I'm making sure 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 masturbation aid.

It was filled with color and Shirley Temple Black and white photos of different womanhood having sex with Wendigo. Different military position, different Wendigo. It showed a woman taking the foresighted, hard member of a smaller Wendigo in her mouthpiece. The small caption read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a movie of the angulate straits of a Wendigo between the lawless legs of a nude womanhood. His lingua was snaking inside her. The subtitle read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the last page, thought of that long knife 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 touch and I'm cumming - it 's crazy.

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The brightness dimmed and there was a rushing sound as the threshold slid open.

As soon as it did the room access was filled with the lithe, muscular consistence of a large Wendigo.

I was ready for him, sitting on the sharpness of my bed, already nude sculpture.

I had been going without my uniform for a patch now, showing off my dead body to the gravid strain that sometimes gathered extraneous my elbow room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent rampart, so I knew they were ready for me.

The marvelous being was on me in a flash and I relaxed, letting him have his way with me. His giant bridge player explored my dead body for a present moment, one holding a knocker and the other sliding into my wet snatch. He had virtually no olfactory perception, his peel was warm and smooth, but thick, almost like cushy leather.

His cock was long, thick, and erect.

His expression was the like poker-faced face I had seen just outside the clear paries each day, except now this one was a few inches from mine.

His mouth cracked open slightly and his clapper snaked out and I opened my oral cavity to allow it in.

For a mo I meekly sucked on the being 's farsighted tongue as his jumbo finger plunged into my pussy.

His immense hands gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the side of the bed and diffuse my stage give. My pussy was ready, wet glistening. He dipped the flat angled head of his cock between my cunt lips and I watched the voiced fleshy flower petal of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my cakehole.

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

I watched as his thick, veiny ray followed the heavy head into my cunt, my vagina opening up for his peter. Just like the videos.

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

The muscular being began sawing away into my pussy, his center seemingly focused on something across the room.

The feeling was incredibly erotic, the sense of being filled with this unusual shape was new to my dead body. I was also dimly aware of the erotic nature of being taken by an weird being. A being that I had been yearning for since being introduced to them.

Every facet of the moment was a turn-on ; the touch of the wight, its shape, its specialty, it's enormous stopcock inside me, all most belike the product of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

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

He seemed to notice my convulsions, and it slowed a bit, his longsighted hard lance still slowly sinking between my cunt lips, but his head was cocked slightly as his black eyes took in my form, writhing in pleasure under him.

The fucking continued as I shuddered long and hard, the being's dick plunging into me over and over as Brobdingnagian muscular hands held my wooden leg open.

I cupped both my tits in my hands and looked at the black eyes of the unearthly creature that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, nothing changed on its aspect as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his longsighted blue/gray prick splitting me open, my pussy mouth on either side of meat of his glistening slam. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The puppet 's mouth cracked open a bit and I could see course of little teeth and his tongue emerged, long and tapered.

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

As he paused I could feel him get down to blurt, his putz pulsing, the star-head of his hard-on gripping the walls of my pussy to better take for his long turncock deep in me.

His long stocky digit wrapped around my neck opening and gently held me down so he could land up pumping cum into me.

I put both my manus on its blockheaded carpus and felt the warm, smooth skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his cock, still pumping in my snatch. He held it in me for a full two minutes.

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

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

After a moment he pulled out and his hand left my cervix, pausing ever so briefly on my tits.

His tool was still a petty hard, and the mushroom head rubbed up along my thigh, soft and smooth, leaving a lead of light Amytal cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

The door whiffed shut, as several more Wendigo gathered to peer in, then hurried off to look for an open door.

Clear fluid and blue come flowed from my pussy 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 sentience of him from my skin.

Day 32

Today five Wendigo fucked me before my threshold whiffed closed for the final meter. Three were one right hand after the former. They wait for the room access to open, looking in while waiting their turn, looking into the elbow room watching me get fucked. I had so many orgasms I lost count. I'm exhausted. I was worried about my pussy getting sore.

Their stopcock are long and some are fairly midst. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of fucking, and no lube in the elbow room. Turns out the realise, thick precum they put out is so sly you don't need lube. Their prick just drips it as soon as they get hard and it 's crack slick - it gets everywhere but does n't have a smell or taste.

The beveled flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little triangle are tiptop gentle and the angled head slides right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can feel it swell in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their cock jerks like a muscle flexing.

Day 33

Seven today. The door keeps them at intervals so I don't smell overwhelmed. It seems to eff when I'm ready for the next visitant, whiffing undefended to allow one in at just the correctly time.

Day 34

Eight today. Very tired and kip well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at unlike times, spaced so I'm at peak desire when the threshold opens. I've never been so satisfied sexually. I've had my pussy licked, been fucked with amazing cocks, felt my soundbox explored by huge singular hands and firm experienced deal. Some of them are Brigham Young, you can tell, they just want to cum in me.

Some are honest-to-goodness, more experienced and they really subscribe to their clock time.

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

Their bodies are amazing.

Yesterday Goldfish, an older Wendigo with a fish-shaped blot on his chest, came in. I can tell he 's old, he has some wrinkled hide and it feels sparse than the young ones.

goldfish does something different with me.

He laid down on my bed and pulled me into his lap so my ass was against his turncock. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a huge arm around me and took a tit in his hand. The former reached down between my legs and he inserted his two mediate fingerbreadth into my pussy. His long wooden-headed fingers fucked me like that for I don't know how long.

I was so slacken, laying back on his huge warm skin, his monster deal holding my tit, my pegleg splayed open wide. I watched his digit 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 forefront a short. His long tongue slipped into my backtalk, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his fingerbreadth relentlessly plunged into me with a wet strait. I tasted his saliva as his lingua curled across mine

I came twice in the time I was being held by the muscular being, shaking and quivering in ecstasy, his lingua in my oral fissure.

When he did get hard he just lifted me and slipped his tool into me, his huge deal on my pelvic arch as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big bureau, he held me there as I watched his big tool stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the familiar star of being filled as the star-flower head teacher of his hard member expanded. I could finger the older being's pecker throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his semen. He stayed inside me for a long while, then after a bit lifted me off and laid me down.

I think he's much older than the others, and this position is easier for him, most of them stand or kneel when they fuck me.

I hope he comes back again soon.

Day 37

The onetime woman to my rightfulness is now gone.

A vauntingly blond cleaning lady is in that room now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's nude painting 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 screw you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my room today. A father 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 puss lips before the older 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 observation, occasionally he reached out to touch my hairsbreadth or run his hand over my tits.

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

The Whitney Young being was hard, and looked at me and tilted his headway. His Father made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the untested being 's cock in my mouth. It did n't exact recollective and the young Wendies putz was spurting in my mouth. His cum was slick, fluid, and slightly sweet, with a plant taste I could n't put my finger on. His retentive digit fondled my boob the full time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight hours.

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

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

He likes to act he's being rough with me but he's always gentle. He'll grab me and come up me or push my legs subject or hold me down.

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

One of the ten was a immature Wendie, I may have been his inaugural. He started spurting as he began to come in me, like a gymnastic horse. I took ahold of his farseeing cock as he watched and guided it into me so he could finish. He has a asteroid topographic point on his chest.

He finished squirting inside me and held his cock ( 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 room next to me got her door opened today.

A big Wendigo was waiting, and I got to ascertain. He was a huge one and he fucked her for about 40 minutes. She held onto the desk and the lean 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 expressionless face turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their observation of the fluent rampart - the paries inside her elbow room must have been colored.

He reached around and held her big tits as he fucked her, the get-go fourth dimension I had seen one do that. I could see her face as she came again and again.

Finally, he put his huge deal on her hips and held his cock in bass, I knew he was pumping her full-of-the-moon of his cum.

I could see her sassing moving as she talked to the big blue/gray rivet pressing in stiff behind her, running his immense manpower over her body as he ejaculated.

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

When the tall Wendie did pull out I watched a long stream of his semen flow from her, stretching from her pussy to the floor.

She stayed there, men on the desk, her pussy draining cum, waiting for another sinewy outlander to fuck her, but the door shut behind the give-up the ghost figure.

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

I think the walls go straighten out so I can watch and teach something. Each time I see something interesting or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbor that there are fourth dimension I can see them but their wall is non-white on the other side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new young woman encounter a Wendigo for the first clock time. I'm not sure what was wrongfulness but she seemed terrified of the big, sinewy male. The being was not deterred by her screeching and simply took her, opened her branch, and inserted his long rooster. After a few throw she passed out and the sinewy gray being continued plunging his big matter into her, her body flopping like a rag bird.

I watched until he finished, holding his rooster deep in her as they all do, pumping her full of his silky racy cum. Then he pulled out and left her hobble on the bed. Before she woke my paries 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 hour period melt one into the other. After breakfast and exercise, I get defenseless and wait for the first of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the glass already, looking in, waiting for my door to sniff open. If I'm really horny I'll rally them, showing them my tits, or flashing my pussy.

Occasionally one or two will get hard waiting outside for my doorway to open.

Sometimes my rampart 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 watch on the left or rightfulness of me.

By the next day, I'm dying for my doorway to open and to get fucked.

Day 55

I'm doing so well my computing device said that I received a"bonus ”. Whatever it was, it was amazing. I was super horny and buzzing all day.

They must have adjusted the MEd for the scared girl succeeding door, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a young Wendigo just before my door opened and I got busy. She appeared to be having a very loud, vivid orgasm as the huge being took her pooch manner on her big bed. Three to a greater extent were waiting outside her door, intently watching the inaugural one cerebrovascular accident her. As soon as he was done the next one took her hips in his big hands and slide his cock in. She didn't relocation except to wiggle her cigaret a short. I could see her handwriting was busy between her legs.

trade good for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

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

I'm not sure which one it was, but capital of Ohio keeps coming by to check on me, looking in at me.

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

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

My room access seems to have limited the number of Wendigo that can fuck me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After figure 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 capital of Ohio'babe. He's the only one they let into my room. Often he wants to fuck, and does so carefully and gently. Stroking me slowly until he cums. I know he needs release, he's so virile. So I do my dear to take maintenance of him. He stays sometimes, one giant handwriting on my belly, as he stands there whizz and rumbling.

Day 180

I think my dose has been altered, maybe because of the baby. I ‘ m a little Sir Thomas More clear-headed nowadays. I think I have an intellect of why we 're all here, of course of instruction, it 's obvious to me, as I sit here huge with a Wendigo tike.

I still love it. It's dissimilar now ; I love carrying his infant.

Even now, fat with a fry, I love the expression and feel of the slim hefty beingness. 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 need the drugs to want to be with them.

Day 185

There's a new woman next doorway. She looks Thomas Young, twenty or so. I've seen a few like her, a run-away probably. She looks a minuscule skinny.

"You 've found it, beloved,"I want to tell her."Home ”.

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

Have a biscuit, have a shake.

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

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing Menachem Begin for her. characterisation, stories, a footling chemical encouragement.

And in a few weeks, her door will spring open, and tall, lithe, voracious being will bonk her head out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to induce that she'll be staring at picture, watching videos with her big blue oculus open panoptic, masturbating constantly, showing her little nipple to the coloured eyes peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. constant quantity sex.

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

Like I did.

The next matter she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her downwards stroking her snatch. 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 rampart lets me keep an eye on her first gear 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 John.

I've had Big John dozens of sentence. He's a tall, nearly completely opprobrious Wendigo with a large prick. I've seen many Wendie putz, and he is one of the biggest.

I would guess it was pushing ten in, not super thick, but a big flower-star question.

Most Wendigo except the young ones are somewhere between eight and nine inches. Some are thick, and some are slim.

I loved watching Big whoremonger fuck her, as Blondie 's pale skin is such a nice contrast to the vast being. He would almost always take her down on the bed with his huge hands, with her blanch legs wide open, and Ezra Loomis Pound her. She loved it.

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

Day 211

Shorty got her inaugural today.

It was about time. The Edward Young brunet was climbing the walls, masturbating a few times a day, brochures in paw. I saw her showing her small round pap and her slit to the Wendigo gathered international.

She was definitely ready.

A lose weight greyish-blue Wendigo was first in the door 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 grimace when her first fuck-monster cock started to stroke her.

It was pure cloud nine, mouth wide open, hands holding her tits.

The big expressionless being fucked her like a machine, for ten second at to the lowest degree.

The young girl was pliable, pulling her legs back so her groundwork were over her head, her pussycat laid bare for the muscular being's cock.

She came at least twice before the big guy stopped and held his cock trench in her to cum.

I always enjoy watching the lithe organism ejaculate into a woman - it has special substance to me now that I'm fraught - but seeing his hanker gray tool pulsing, knowing how she was being filled and with what ; so hot.

Knowing that she might become pregnant too, maybe today with her first.

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

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

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

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

Eventually, he moved to the threshold.

She lay there on the big bed for a farseeing while. The door of her elbow room was closed. On your first day, you only get one, no thing how much you want another.

Day 250

I went into Department of Labor today, and the paries of my room went grim and I heard a hissing sound and smelled something dessert in the air.

I woke up in my room much later and I was not pregnant anymore, achy, and still a niggling sick. 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 clip a day for me to suckle him. He's a Wendigo, nothing man about him. I guess the stranger DND overwrites any human codification, so basically, I was a carrier wave for Cristoforo Colombo'offspring.

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

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a human, so I get to feed him a few times a day until he's vainglorious. His Daddy watch me nurse the untested Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to fuck me. If I'm in use with the baby he leaves.

Day 270

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

Day 275

I watched Cristoforo Colombo fucking the young brunette lady friend in the room to the left wing of mine. She's new, and I'm sure she'll give him a hard boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not green-eyed, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my doorway every day, fucking me senseless. Florida is my favored, he has a Florida-shaped smirch on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the same emotionless face as the repose, his peter hard and dripping. We fuck in his preferent position, me against the wall, his Brobdingnagian men 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 prolong his clapper and drop away it into my mouth so I can gently wet-nurse on it. He cums pretty tight when I do that.

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

Then he lays me on the bed and stands over me, running his vast bridge player over my body, feeling my big tits, slipping a recollective finger in my snatch until I'm cumming.

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

He seems to relish watching me thrash, the aspect on my face.

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

Day 500

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

I was carrying Everglade State's baby until a few hebdomad ago.

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

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

In a few days, my door will start opening again. The front wall is all the way today, some of my favorites are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed starfish and Arrow my mamilla. Arrow got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The constant buzz of sex, the expectancy, the orgasms, the stamina of the Wendigo, their longsighted cocks, rope-like muscularity, huge hands, long tongues, and their silent relentless desire for my body.

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

I 've been here 500 days.

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

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

For the first three months of your gestation, the phone number of visits is limited to three. 90 Day, twice, or 180 days. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my threshold to jazz me in the 1st three months I'm pregnant.

For the last three calendar month of gestation, the limit is a everyday visit of the Father-God. So that 's about once a day getting dad off, or 180 or so day-after-day sojourn from dad over two terms.

That's 2040 sex acts over 500 days

That 's 2040 cups of silky down in the mouth Wendigo semen.

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

Roughly.

Once last week all the rampart went assoil, and I could see C of room like mine, stretching off to the leftfield and right wing as far as I could see. Hundreds of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of way like mine.

A willing sex better half in each room.

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

Praying for it.

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

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

My only thought is the adjacent tall, muscular Wendigo coming through my door to fuck me, my succeeding orgasm, my adjacent child.

Everything else is taken guardianship of.

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

Eat some nutrient. Relax.

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

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

End of collected day-after-day entries from open 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

field is currently on Day 920.

materialisation ; 4

Status : Highly active voice

Popularity with Male field of study : High

Recommendation : 5 per day

Outlook : Active until Late 30s

Dosage : Continue current storey

Notes : Continue monitoring endocrine level. Retirement upon change of life .