COLLECTED preeminence FROM SUBJECT 2311 - ROOM 307

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Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, Height - 5'5 ”, system of weights - 113 lbs, Hair - Blonde, optic - hazelnut,

fizzle - 36C, Waist - 24"Hips - 34

wellness - A1

Stamina - intermediate

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

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Day 1

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

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

I can't even remember my epithet.

I have a number, 2311.

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

The room is expectant, 18 gait by 14 step. I walked it. I thought it was a pretty big elbow room for one occupant.

I found out later why the way needed to be big.

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

There's also a distance there to spell questions, but it does n't seem to be working.

trey of the bulwark are made of some sort of unclutter textile that gets dark so you can't see through it. The side and front paries are currently blue.

The back wall is light-colored dark - the shower, food table, bed, and toilette are against that wild blue yonder wall. The front wall seems to give birth a doorway. At least I can see the faint precis of one there.

There is a shower bath in the corner, just a diagonal part of the floor with a waste pipe, exhibitioner foreland and a one soap dispenser. The weewee is always ardent.

There 's a spigot for H2O there too, a little small, it tastes clean and fresh.

The floor is heated, it 's never cold on my metrical foot. There 's a modest crapper. The bed is openhanded than I would bear if I was in a prison or hospital.

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

Or a hospital. Am I in a infirmary ?

There's no clock and no windows.

My dress were gone when I woke and in their lieu was a simple pull-over uniform apparel of sturdy material.

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

My first nutrient today was just some variety of packaged rations. I was thirsty so I ate it all.

The last repast of the day appeared on the table, I guess it came out of the wall door. It was really good.

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

I suppose there was something in the food or the feeding bottle of water, but at the time I thought nothing of it.

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

Day 2

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

My way is brightly lit, until Christ Within out. That 's night and time to catch some Z's. I'm getting almost 10 60 minutes of the best sleep I've ever had. I've never slept like this. My head teacher hits the pillow and I'm out.

The nutrient is very sound, emerging from the wall regularly four clock time a day, sometimes with a smoothie swallow.

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

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's unimaginable to focalize. My mind wanders and then I take a nap or daydream. I 'll make a bit where I remember something, like a dreaming image, but they slip away pretty fast.

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

I received an illustrate list of utilization each morning time, and there 's a chime to let you experience when to get down. It's stretch and easy stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a calendar week now. I haven't seen anyone else. The nutrient appears, a beverage now and then, bottled water. It's very smooth. I think the thick transparent walls 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 formula, but my judgment seems to have accepted it in the past few days.

I feel very calm here, not like a few months ago. It was stressful, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the pamphlet said. Everyone had to stay inside. I'm trying to recollect, but it's fuzzy. I have a sensory faculty that outside was a dangerous position, and that I'm safe here.

Everything here is taken care of. I have no worries, no problems - I'm warm, safe, clean, 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 slacken nation of mind, but I 've been kind of horny in the lastly few days. It would be great to get laid. I can't remember the terminal time I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must consume been a long time ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick book. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few pamphlets. It was all drawings about a groundbreaker woman in the Old West. There were covered station waggon and they were traveling. She got lost in a tempest and separated from her people. She was close to dying and was found by these tall, gangly people from deep in the Sir Henry Wood. They were living in the hills and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some things like how to boil urine to make it scavenge. She decided to last out with them and they ended up adopting her, making her part of their mathematical 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 sexual love. Then, in the end, she looked fraught. They did n't show the marvelous the great unwashed in point, they were drawn in the shadows of the cave and at Nox. I wanted to see them more.

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

Dreamt about being in a cave with the improbable 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 fur and fruit to eat. I took off my dress to be nude on the furs and it sort of put its workforce on me and we had sex there.

I still could n't see him clearly. Just a muscular, marvelous figure with huge hands. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the phantom, and I had him too. There's something key and sexy about the tall, powerful people. People ? brute or beings - I guess.

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

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before brightness on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my tall muscular devotee.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did usage. There was a putting surface charmer with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the eternal rest of the day, looking at the funny and off your guard. I think I've put on a little weight, the food is so good though. My bosom are a little fully grown, my hips too maybe. I better not pass over a workout.

A new consistent attire appeared on the board yesterday. It was a little roomier.

Day 10

Another book arrived today through the slot at the table.

A variety of colorful educational folder. It had colouring drawings throughout it. The drawing were of a kind of man.

form of a man, more of a tall, thin human-like being.

The beings were tall, the script said, six metrical unit two to six fundament six, lean and strong, with long subdivision that extended down almost below their articulatio genus.

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

Each huge deal had four long fingers and one thumb. Hairless, the being's blue-gray skin was mottled with spots of different sizes and shapes, like an animal I had seen once.

What animate being was that ? I couldn't remember.

The brute had broad shoulders and defined chest of drawers muscles. muscle were well defined everywhere on the slim creature.

The being's head word was large, not entirely round but a bit angulate, but there was no pilus. The eyes were tumid, fatal, and spaced wide-cut apart, no nose save for a match of pocket-sized holes. The mouth was wide-eyed and lipless, just a retentive slit where a formula lip would be. The being had no ears, but minor indentations where the ear-holes were.

The burden was almost expressionless. I thought his boldness drawing looked a little sad.

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

Dangerous ? My psyche was taking in the epitome, a faint old warning device sounding.

I could turn that faded intuitive feeling of a threat around in my brain but my intellect couldn't systema skeletale it. The being looked as threatening as a deer.

Almost human.

Like any anatomy script, hanging between the beast 's legs was his penis. It looked very human, except for the tip. The head of the penis was dissimilar, or maybe the artist had made a misunderstanding.

I looked at the draught of the being, and his penis for a spell. It looked prospicient and slim.

The head was angled and looked like it had small triangular flower petal around the bound, like a sarcoid star or daisy.

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

My pussy 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 record book called them the Wendigo.

Of track ! The tall multitude from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the pamphlet out of the corner of my eye, open to a draftsmanship of the long, incline being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the improbable gray man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a constant state of dampness. My body feeling duplicate sensitive, tingly. My nipples are so tender I had to pull out down the frock, the constant rubbing of the material was driving me loony ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

I took the Good Book into bed with me before the luminousness went out and made myself cum again.

Day 13

A new Good Book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

Instead of color drafting, it had photo of the beingness.

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 skin ( liquid ).

The Wendigo, the book said, were survivors of a masses that had traveled here from a aloof hotshot long ago, and got stranded.

They are from another headliner.

There was picture after picture of dissimilar Wendigo, their food color, and spots different for each one. Subtle departure in each one, like height, coloring, the width of their shoulders.

And their penises.

One photo, in particular, showed a being with his long penis hanging between his legs, tenacious than the others. He was clear, and I noticed this one 's pecs and broad soldiers. His foresighted powerful blazon and boneheaded digit.

He was 6 6"the Holy Writ said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

The penis of the Wendigo was"7 to 8 inches in duration when erect, with the occasional outlying 9-inch hard-on ”, and was"generally 6 to 7 /1/2 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 gravid orifice in the center of the overweight flower, and the large veins running along the shaft.

The text said the head teacher was angled for easier debut, and the small triangular"petals"get firm when it ejaculates, holding the penis 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 book down. I read every word and looked at the photos for a long time.

My puss was dripping by the clip I was done. What is wrong with me ?

I masturbated after brightness level out, imagining one of the uncanny muscular creatures fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the space of my bulwark as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and thin, just like the exposure. I was so stir my sum was pounding. He stopped and put a big hand on the field 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 apparition so I didn't get to see his spots or color really, but it moved like a chetah. Cheetah ? Yes, that 's a thing.

A flying muscular matter. Its muscles ripple when it moves.

I did see its penis. It was swinging there between his long legs. The nubs around the head of his cock were visible, and I could see how it would luxate into a pussy, 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, looking at 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 stay, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their oral sex a bit and concern the deoxyephedrine. They don't fag clothes of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the exposure and drawings I saw of their long lanky bodies were nude.

Day 22

My paries to the right is transparent occasionally now. There's another char there, she 's older, maybe XL. We communicated with some hand planetary house and she said she 's been here for four one C days. She told me a little more about the Wendigo, as best she could.

Yes, they were noncitizen to this mankind, 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 sense something.

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to have it off 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 projection screen of some kind in it. There are episodic nutrition videos or new physical exercise demonstrations.

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

Is that possible ? How would that materialise ?

text appeared with the video that explained that Wendigo had been here for a tenacious prison term, living in the deep wild. There were passel of stories passed down by aborigine American about them.



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

It said they portion no diseases with human beings so aught can be passed.

It was safe and harmless.

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

The motion-picture show was serious though, about spiritualist parts of their body and hooey. capitulum and wind predisposition. Also, the clapper, which I had never seen.

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

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

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

It showed a fair sex and Wendigo together. The plain-looking cleaning lady obediently sat on the bed, never taking her oculus off of the muscular male. The vast being held her Down, his recollective thick penis was hard and dripping. His titan manpower spread her stage and his turncock slipped into her. He cocked his head and stroked her like a machine. His foresightful member slipped into her easily and she held on to his branch as he plunged it into her over and over.

It showed her orgasming and it looked real number to me. Her eyes were open and locked on the fauna, her face a picture of pleasure, sass heart-to-heart wide.

The vid also pointed out that their semen is get off blue and the erect phallus secretes a lube they called"pre-ejaculate lubrication ”.

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

The flower petal of the flower-shaped head of their tool get firm and lucubrate inside the vagina when he is close to orgasming, to assist hold his erecting in place while he 's ejaculating.

The text explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the evacuation of the Wendigo. In the precum and the semen. It was a fostering tactic since they did n't own a union season.

"This lifelike 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 television went on to bear witness the sinewy creature slowing, then stopping his thrusting. He was now orgasming, the text read. Up to a cup of semen, maybe more would be"discharged ”.

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

The muscular blue-gray being slid his limp penis out the cleaning lady. It was still long and thick, dripping Amytal come onto the woman 's thigh as the video wrapped up.

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

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

I wanted to observe the video again, but it ended and the CRT screen went nighttime.

( I wrote down as often as I could think of so I won't forget it ! )

Day 24

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

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

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

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 up legs the rampart went drear and I couldn't see.

I yelled"No !"as the bulwark went blue and agitate my cheek against the Methedrine, but I could n't see or hear anything after that.

I felt so bedevil 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 afford. I'm making certainly I'm doing my utilisation 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 fateful and white photos of dissimilar cleaning woman having sex with Wendigo. Different military position, different Wendigo. It showed a woman taking the foresightful, hard penis of a modest Wendigo in her mouth. The small caption read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a picture of the angular read/write head of a Wendigo between the wide-open legs of a nude charwoman. His tongue was snaking inside her. The subtitle read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the last Page, thought of that retentive tongue in my oral cavity, or my kitty.

I touched my clit lightly and I began to orgasm.

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

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The Christ Within dimmed and there was a rushing auditory sensation as the door slid open.

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

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

I had been going without my uniform for a while now, showing off my consistence to the vauntingly conformation that sometimes gathered outdoors my room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent paries, so I knew they were ready for me.

The marvellous being was on me in a flash and I relaxed, letting him have his way with me. His colossus hands explored my consistence for a instant, one holding a breast and the other sliding into my wet pussy. He had virtually no smell, his cutis was fond and still, but thick, almost like mild leather.

His cock was long, thick, and erect.

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

His sassing cracked open slightly and his tongue snaked out and I opened my lip to allow it in.

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

His vast hands gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the side of the bed and spread my peg open. My twat was gear up, wet glistening. He dipped the flat angled promontory of his putz between my cunt mouth and I watched the subdued fleshy flower petal of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my golf hole.

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

I watched as his thick, veiny shaft of light followed the fleshy read/write head into my cunt, my vagina opening up for his cock. Just like the videos.

It kept pushing in until his cock was completely at heart me.

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

The feeling was incredibly erotic, the superstar of being filled with this unusual configuration was new to my body. I was also pallidly aware of the titillating nature of being taken by an unearthly 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 fauna, its build, its intensity level, it's tremendous cock inside me, all most likely the production of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

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

He seemed to remark my convulsion, and it slowed a bit, his hanker grueling shaft still slowly sinking between my puss backtalk, but his oral sex was cocked slightly as his black eyes took in my bod, writhing in pleasure under him.

The fucking continued as I shuddered long and hard, the being's shaft plunging into me over and over as huge muscular hired hand held my ramification open.

I cupped both my tits in my handwriting and looked at the smutty oculus of the unearthly brute that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, nothing changed on its side as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his long blue/gray peter splitting me give, my pussy back talk on either English of his glistening shaft. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The puppet 's mouth cracked open a bit and I could see rows of small tooth and his tongue emerged, farsighted and tapered.

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

As he paused I could feel him set out to ejaculate, his gibe pulsing, the star-head of his erection gripping the wall of my pussy to better maintain his foresightful shaft trench in me.

His foresighted slurred fingers wrapped around my cervix and gently held me down so he could finish pumping cum into me.

I put both my men on its duncical wrist and felt the warm, smooth skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his dick, still pumping in my cunt. He held it in me for a full-of-the-moon two moment.

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

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

After a import he pulled out and his hand left my neck opening, pausing ever so briefly on my tits.

His stopcock was still a little hard, and the mushroom fountainhead rubbed up along my thigh, soft and smooth, leaving a lead of light dreary 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 cum flowed from my kitty-cat as I stood over the cascade drain. At to the lowest degree a cup maybe more oozed out of me. Just like the video said.

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

Day 32

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

Their cocks are long and some are fairly thick. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of shag, and no lube in the way. Turns out the clear, loggerheaded precum they put out is so slick you don't need lube. Their rooster just drips it as soon as they get gruelling and it 's super slick - it gets everywhere but does n't have got a smell or taste.

The beveled flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the piddling triangles are tops diffused and the angled header slides right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can experience it tumefy in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can find them pulsing their cum in me, their shaft jerked meat like a muscle flexing.

Day 33

7 today. The door keeps them at intervals so I don't feel overwhelmed. It seems to know when I'm ready for the side by side visitant, whiffing open to allow one in at just the in good order time.

Day 34

8 today. Very jade and slept well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at different clock time, spaced so I'm at peak desire when the door opens. I've never been so satisfy sexually. I've had my pussy licked, been fucked with amazing turncock, felt my body explored by huge peculiar manpower and firm experienced helping hand. Some of them are untested, you can evidence, they just want to cum in me.

Some are one-time, more go through and they really take their time.

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

Their consistency are amazing.

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

Goldfish does something unlike with me.

He laid down on my bed and pulled me into his lap so my butt was against his cock. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a vast arm around me and took a tit in his hand. The other reached down between my peg and he inserted his two middle fingerbreadth into my puss. His long thick digit fucked me like that for I don't acknowledge how long.

I was so relaxed, laying back on his huge warm skin, his hulk paw holding my tit, my branch splayed open wide. I watched his finger's breadth slide in and out of my cunt for a hanker piece, 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 head a slight. His long natural language slipped into my mouth, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his fingers relentlessly plunged into me with a wet sound. I tasted his saliva as his natural language curled across mine

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

When he did get hard he just lifted me and slipped his rooster into me, his huge hired hand on my hip joint as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big chest, he held me there as I watched his big cock stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the intimate sensation of being filled as the star-flower headway of his tough penis expanded. I could feel the senior being's dick pounding, 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 place me down.

I think he's often older than the others, and this position is well-situated for him, near of them stand or kneel when they fuck me.

I hope he comes back again soon.

Day 37

The aged woman to my right hand is now gone.

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

She's nude most of the clip, 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 XXX, all you can call up about is having one fuck you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my elbow room today. A father and a son. The youngling was learning to have a go at it a woman, I gather. He watched as his senior demonstrated for him, screwed me hard across the bed. He demonstrated to the youngling how to side his erection against my pussy sassing before the older male person slid it all the way in me. After fucking my kitty-cat the tall elder held his cock in me ejaculating.

The youngling Wendie stood nearby observance, occasionally he reached out to touch my hair or run his manus over my tits.

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

The untried being was hard, and looked at me and tilted his brain. His father made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the young being 's cock in my mouth. It did n't get retentive and the offspring Wendies cock was spurting in my oral cavity. His cum was slick, shine, and slightly sweet, with a works gustatory modality I could n't put my digit on. His tenacious finger fondled my titty the entire time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight 60 minutes.

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

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

He likes to make he's being pugnacious with me but he's always gentle. He'll grab me and overturn me or push my 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 former Wendie has done. He will sometimes put his hanker finger around my cervix while he's on top of me. The first-class honours degree fourth dimension he did that I orgasmed, so he will do it occasionally, although I think he likes it too.

One of the ten was a Pres Young Wendie, I may have been his foremost. He started spurting as he began to enter me, like a sawhorse. I took ahold of his long hammer as he watched and guided it into me so he could finish. He has a star-shaped spot on his chest.

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

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

I could see her tits jiggling as he stroked her like a car, his deadpan facial expression turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their contemplation of the smooth bulwark - the wall inside her room must have been gloomy.

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

Finally, he put his vast hands on her hips and held his hammer in deep, I knew he was pumping her to the full of his cum.

I could see her mouth moving as she talked to the big blue/gray stud pressing in close behind her, running his vast hired hand over her body as he ejaculated.

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

When the improbable Wendie did root for out I watched a tenacious stream of his ejaculate stream from her, stretching from her twat to the floor.

She stayed there, handwriting on the desk, her twat draining cum, waiting for another sinewy extraterrestrial being to bonk her, but the door shut behind the go out soma.

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 earn so I can watch and learn something. Each prison term I see something interesting or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbors that there are times I can see them but their bulwark is dark on the early side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new girl skirmish a Wendigo for the first off time. I'm not sure what was improper but she seemed terrified of the big, stringy Male. The being was not deterred by her screech and simply took her, opened her legs, and inserted his long cock. After a few cam stroke 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 peter deep in her as they all do, pumping her full of his silky blue-blooded cum. Then he pulled out and left her hobble on the bed. Before she woke my palisade went dark.

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex deed. Wow. The Clarence Shepard Day Jr. melt one into the other. After breakfast and example, I get naked and time lag for the number one of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the glass already, looking in, waiting for my door to whiff opened. If I'm really horny I'll ride them, showing them my titty, or flashing my puss.

Occasionally one or two will get hard waiting outside for my door 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 right of me.

By the next day, I'm dying for my door to open 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 tiptop horny and buzzing all day.

They must take adjusted the meds for the scared young lady following threshold, 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 sexual climax as the vast being took her doggy style on her big bed. Three more were waiting outside her door, intently watching the first one apoplexy her. As soon as he was done the next one took her rose hip in his big hands and slew his stopcock in. She didn't motion except to wiggle her butt end a little. I could see her helping hand was busy between her legs.

goodness for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

I'm not showing yet, but I have sunrise unwellness and my boobs are tender.

I'm not sure which one it was, but Christopher Columbus keeps coming by to match 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 door seems to take in limited the numeral of Wendigo that can fuck me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After telephone number ten yesterday her room access closed and she crawled into bed and lay there quivering.

I miss that. I only had three today.

Day 175

I'm very meaning with Cristoforo Colombo'sister. He's the solitary one they let into my room. Often he wants to know, 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 substantially to take up tending of him. He stays sometimes, one behemoth manus on my belly, as he stands there purring and rumbling.

Day 180

I think my dosage has been altered, maybe because of the sister. I ‘ m a petty 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 love it. It's unlike now ; I love carrying his sister.

Even now, fat with a fry, I love the look and feel of the svelte powerful 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 need the drugs to require to be with them.

Day 185

There's a new woman next room access. She looks young, twenty or so. I've seen a few like her, a run-away probably. She looks a little skinny.

"You 've found it, Honey,"I want to state her."dwelling ”.

All your trouble 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 room. Having a bottle of water.

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing begins for her. Pictures, fib, a little chemical encouragement.

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

Over and over.

But before she gets to have that she'll be staring at exposure, watching videos with her big blue eyes open wide, masturbating constantly, showing her little bosom to the dark eyes peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. Constant sex.

She'll want nix else by that time. She'll be dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, wishing for it, Hades, she'll be praying for it.

Like I did.

The next thing she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her low stroking 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 determine her first fuck.

I call her"Shorty ”.

Day190

Blondie is pregnant now.

I saw her puking into her potty yesterday and today no Windigo has been allowed except for Big john.

I've had Big lavatory dozen of times. He's a tall, nearly completely black Wendigo with a prominent cock. I've seen many Wendie rooster, and he is one of the biggest.

I would guess it was pushing ten inch, not superintendent thick, but a big flower-star head.

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

I loved watching Big John fuck her, as Blondie 's pale skin is such a nice dividing line to the huge being. He would almost always hold her down on the bed with his immense manus, with her pale legs wide open, and hammering her. She loved it.

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

Day 211

Shorty got her first today.

It was about sentence. The youth brunette was climbing the walls, masturbating a few multiplication a day, brochures in hand. I saw her showing her diminished circle mamilla and her pussy to the Wendigo gathered outside.

She was definitely ready.

A slight grey-blue Wendigo was first in the door as it opened. She was already down on her human knee, licking and sucking the big muscular guy 's member. He just wanted her pussy though, and lifted her and put her Down across the bed, spread her stage, and slipped it in.

I could see her facial expression when her first gear fuck-monster cock started to stroke her.

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

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

The young girl was flexible, pulling her wooden leg back so her foot were over her head, her cunt laid bare for the muscular being's cock.

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

I always enjoy watching the lithe beingness ejaculate into a charwoman - it has special meaning to me now that I'm significant - but seeing his recollective gray turncock 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 prospicient shaft like a speared rabbit.

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

He allowed her to rent his semi-hard penis into her mouth and suck him for a bit, the marvelous animal standing and looking down at the Cy Young girl.

Was it watching her clean up the star-flower-shaped headway of his penis, or enjoying the touch sensation ; or both ?

Eventually, he moved to the threshold.

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

Day 250

I went into travail today, and the rampart of my room went dismal and I heard a hushing speech sound and smelled something sweet in the air.

I woke up in my room much later and I was not significant anymore, achy, and still a little upchuck. 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 multiplication a day for me to breastfeed him. He's a Wendigo, cipher human about him. I guess the alien DND overwrites any human code, so basically, I was a carrier for Columbus'offspring.

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

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a human being, so I get to feast him a few times a day until he's bigger. His papa watches me nurse the young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to fuck me. If I'm meddlesome with the infant he leaves.

Day 270

The sister 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 old age since I've been fucked in force and hard.

Day 275

I watched Columbus fucking the untried brunet girl in the room to the leftfield of mine. She's new, and I'm sure she'll give him a strong boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not jealous, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my room access every day, fucking me senseless. Florida is my deary, he has a Florida-shaped topographic point on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the same emotionless font as the rest, his cock hard and dripping. We fuck in his pet perspective, me against the wall, his immense hands around my ribcage holding me up.

I swear he's watching my bosom bounce and looking me in the eye as he fucks me. He likes to extend his tongue and slip it into my mouth so I can gently suck on it. He cums pretty fast when I do that.

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

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

There are a few that enjoy making a woman coming, and FL seems to like doing that to me.

He seems to bask watching me convulse, the feel on my face.

Goldfish still comes in, and Starfish, pointer, Saturn, and his son Flower.

Day 500

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

I was carrying Florida's minor until a few week ago.

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

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

In a few days, my room access will get going initiative again. The front wall is shed light on today, some of my front-runner are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed sea star and Arrow my bosom. pointer got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The never-ending buzz of sex, the anticipation, the sexual climax, the stamen of the Wendigo, their recollective tool, rope-like sinew, huge hands, long tongues, and their silent relentless desire for my trunk.

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

I 've been here 500 days.

On 180 of those years, I had an norm 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 pregnancy, the number of visits is limited to three. 90 mean solar day, twice, or 180 twenty-four hour period. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my door to do it me in the first three months I'm pregnant.

For the last three months of maternity, the limit is a day-by-day visit of the father. So that 's about once a day getting dad off, or 180 or so day-by-day sojourn from dad over two terms.

That's 2040 sex acts over 500 days

That 's 2040 cups of silky disconsolate Wendigo semen.

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

Roughly.

Once last hebdomad all the walls went clear, and I could see one C of rooms like mine, stretching off to the left and right as far as I could see. hundred of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A willing sex partner in each way.

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

Praying for it.

After she arrived Shorty the new young woman 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 next tall, muscular Wendigo coming through my door to screw me, my succeeding orgasm, my adjacent child.

Everything else is taken concern of.

Have a nursing bottle of urine, arrest hydrated, I gesture to her.

Eat some food. Relax.

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

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

End of poised casual entries from Subject 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

subject is currently on Day 920.

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prospect : alive until of late 30s

dosage : Continue current storey

banknote : Continue monitoring internal secretion floor. Retirement upon menopause .