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Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, pinnacle - 5'5 ”, weight - 113 lbs, Hair - Blonde, Eyes - Hazel,

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

Health - A1

Stamina - fair

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

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Day 1

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

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

I can't even call back my name.

I have a phone number, 2311.

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

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

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

triad of the walls are made of some form of unclouded material that gets dark so you can't see through it. The face and front walls are currently drab.

The backbone wall is light dispirited - the shower, food table, bed, and can are against that gamey wall. The front wall seems to let a door. At least I can see the faint outline of one there.

There is a rain shower in the corner, just a slop section of the storey with a drain, shower head and a individual scoop dispenser. The water is always tender.

There 's a spigot for water there too, a petty depress, it tastes clean and fresh.

The floor is heated, it 's never cold on my infantry. There 's a low toilet. The bed is bigger than I would gestate if I was in a prison house or hospital.

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

Or a hospital. Am I in a infirmary ?

There's no clock and no windows.

My clothes were gone when I woke and in their station was a simple pull-over undifferentiated dress of sturdy material.

There is a pocket-sized table attached to the wall with what looks like the precis of a small door.

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

The finish repast of the day appeared on the table, I guess it came out of the wall doorway. 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 food or the bottles of water system, 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 wall was all the way for a while today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hall or a big elbow room outside the wall, but I can't see but a few feet.

My elbow room is brightly lit, until Light Within out. That 's nighttime and time to slumber. I'm getting almost 10 hours of the best slumber 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 times a day, sometimes with a smoothie drink.

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

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's impossible to focus. My intellect wanders and then I take a nap or daydream. I 'll let a moment where I remember something, like a dream look-alike, but they slip away reasonably fast.

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

I received an instance list of practice session each cockcrow, and there 's a chime to let you hump when to start. It's stretching and well-situated stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a workweek now. I haven't seen anyone else. The food for thought appears, a beverage now and then, bottled pee. It's very quiet. I think the thickheaded transparent wall may be soundproof.

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

I'm not surely when I decided that living here is normal, but my psyche seems to bear accepted it in the past few daylight.

I feel very calm here, not like a few calendar month ago. It was stressful, I remember that. There was a virus, one of the pamphlets said. Everyone had to stay inside. I'm trying to remember, but it's fuzzy. I have a sense that outside was a dangerous place, and that I'm prophylactic 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 relaxed United States Department of State of mind, but I 've been kinda horny in the utmost few days. It would be nifty to get laid. I can't remember the finish fourth dimension I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must accept been a yearn time ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick Scripture. It was like a graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few pamphlets. It was all drawings about a innovator woman in the Old Rebecca West. There were covered Charles's Wain and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her multitude. She was close to dying and was found by these tall, rangy people from deeply in the woods. They were living in the mound and took her in. They nursed her back to health and she helped them with some things like how to boil water to make it blank. She decided to stay with them and they ended up adopting her, making her theatrical role 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 explicit drawings of them making dear. Then, in the end, she looked significant. They did n't show the tall multitude in detail, they were drawn in the tincture of the cave and at night. I wanted to see them more.

They were called Wendigo.

Day 8

Dreamt about being in a cave with the marvellous Wendigo. I was with one and it took me deeper in the cave, where it showed me that I had a cozy chamber to myself, draped with pelt and fruit to eat. I took off my dress 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 shape with huge hands. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the shadows, and I had him too. There's something primal and aphrodisiacal about the tall, sinewy multitude. People ? Creatures or being - I guess.

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

Day 9

So faineant today. I woke up before luminosity on and masturbated in the dark. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my marvelous mesomorphic devotee.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did recitation. There was a honey oil charmer with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the repose of the day, looking at the comic and napping. I think I've put on a little weight, the food is so estimable though. My boobs are a little fully grown, my pelvic arch too maybe. I better not skip a workout.

A new uniform clothes appeared on the table yesterday. It was a little roomier.

Day 10

Another book arrived today through the slot at the table.

A sort of colorful educational tract. It had color drawings throughout it. The drawings were of a variety of man.

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

The beings were grandiloquent, the book said, six foot two to six foot six, lean and strong, with long arms that extended down almost below their human knee.

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

Each huge hand had four long fingers and one quarter round. Hairless, the being's blue-gray skin was mottled with spot of dissimilar sizes and shapes, like an animal I had seen once.

What animal was that ? I couldn't remember.

The creature had liberal shoulders and defined chest muscles. muscleman were well defined everywhere on the slim creature.

The being's question was large, not entirely round but a bit angulate, but there was no hair. The eyes were turgid, black, and spaced wide apart, no olfactory organ save for a distich of low holes. The rima oris was wide and lipless, just a farseeing snatch where a normal mouthpiece would be. The being had no ear, but small indentations where the ear-holes were.

The effect was almost expressionless. I thought his case drawing looked a niggling 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 grow that faded feeling of a threat around in my brainiac but my thinker couldn't systema skeletale it. The being looked as threatening as a deer.

Almost human.

Like any anatomy record book, hanging between the puppet 's peg was his member. It looked very human, except for the tip. The head of the member was unlike, or maybe the artist had made a mistake.

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

The headland was angled and looked like it had lowly trilateral flower flower petal around the edge, like a sarcoid asterisk or daisy.

Earlier this morn I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an orgasm under the covering fire. 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 rear. I imagined the expressionless being having sex with a homo. What would that find like, I wondered.

Like my dream ?

The al-Qur'an called them the Wendigo.

Of trend ! The tall masses from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the pamphlet out of the turning point of my eye, open to a drawing of the long, tend being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the tall gray man. I have been so worked up, so turned on lately. I'm in a constant DoS of dampness. My body feels extra sensitive, tingly. My nipples are so raw I had to rend down the dress, the constant quantity detrition of the material was driving me weirdo ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

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

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

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

THEY ARE REAL !

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

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

They are from another star.

There was motion picture after picture of dissimilar Wendigo, their color, and spots unlike for each one. Subtle differences in each one, like height, coloring, the breadth of their shoulders.

And their phallus.

One pic, in particular, showed a being with his yearn penis hanging between his legs, longsighted than the others. He was clear, and I noticed this one 's pectoral muscle and encompassing soldiers. His long muscular branch and duncish fingers.

He was 6 6"the account book said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

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

There was a varlet showing the unequalled headspring, the twelve to fourteen small, fleshy distributor point around the angle tip of the being's cock. It also showed the large hatchway in the heart and soul of the sarcoid heyday, and the large mineral vein running along the shaft.

The text said the headspring was angled for easier incoming, and the low trilateral"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 farsighted time.

My snatch was dripping by the meter I was done. What is wrong with me ?

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

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the space of my wall as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and lean, just like the photos. I was so aroused my core was pounding. He stopped and put a big hand on the ice and looked in at me. Then it heard something and looked away, looked back at me, and zoomed off. He was a fiddling in the shadow so I didn't get to see his spots or color really, but it moved like a Cheetah. Cheetah ? Yes, that 's a affair.

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

I did see its penis. It was swinging there between his yearn legs. The kernel around the head word of his hammer were visible, and I could see how it would slip into a pussycat, the tip beveled like it was.

He was rummy 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, feel in. They don't stay long, it's like they're being called away by person, but I ca n't listen anything. I try to get them to stay, but they never do. I know they see me, they watch me, maybe tilt their head a bit and stir the Methedrine. They don't wear apparel of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the pic and draught I saw of their recollective lanky body were nude.

Day 22

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

Yes, they were alienate to this cosmos, and they had been here for a foresighted time.

Their tegument looks wet, but it feels dry. The lingua is bumpy, like a cat.

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

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to have intercourse how she knew so much.

She used to mould 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 occasional nutrition video or new example demonstrations.

Today I saw a television about Wendigo. It was basically an educational picture on how to have got a"sexual showdown"with one if that were to take place.

Is that potential ? How would that bechance ?

Text appeared with the video recording that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long clip, living in the thick wilderness. There were raft of story passed down by Native Americans about them.



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

It said they parcel no diseases with humans so nothing can be passed.

It was safe and harmless.

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

The motion-picture show was grievous though, about raw parts of their organic structure and stuff. Ears and intrude sensitivities. Also, the knife, which I had never seen.

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

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

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

It showed a woman and Wendigo together. The plain-looking fair sex obediently sat on the bed, never taking her eyes off of the muscular male. The huge being held her down, his long thick penis was arduous and dripping. His gargantuan hands spread her legs and his rooster slipped into her. He cocked his head and stroked her like a automobile. His long member slipped into her easily and she held on to his munition as he plunged it into her over and over.

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

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

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

The petal of the flower-shaped caput of their cock get tauten and expand inside the vagina when he is close to orgasming, to help hold his hard-on in property while he 's ejaculating.

The textual matter explained that there was also a kind of aphrodisiac in the excreta of the Wendigo. In the precum and the semen. It was a breeding tactic since they did n't have a mating season.

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

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

The television went on to demo the sinewy creature slowing, then stopping his thrusting. He was now orgasming, the text read. Up to a cup of seed, maybe more would be"discharged ”.

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

The mesomorphic blue-gray being slid his hitch member out the womanhood. It was still long and thick, dripping blue-blooded semen onto the fair sex 's thigh as the video wrapped up.

It went on about what a woman could have a bun in the oven after and before sex. The textbook stated that they seemed to be careful, considerate sexual partners,"If a char is chosen."

A Wendigo may wind up with a partner and immediately leave, or one may stay put for a few minutes.

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

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

Day 24

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

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

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 opened legs the wall went dark and I couldn't see.

I yelled"No !"as the wall went dark and tug my facial expression against the glass, but I could n't see or hear anything after that.

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

Day 25

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

Day 26

Received another folder today.

I can only describe it as a onanism aid.

It was filled with color and nigrify and white photos of different women having sex with Wendigo. Different spatial relation, different Wendigo. It showed a char taking the recollective, strong member of a smaller Wendigo in her mouth. The small caption read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a pic of the angulate head of a Wendigo between the wide-open legs of a nude woman. His tongue was snaking inside her. The caption read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the conclusion page, thinking of that long tongue in my mouthpiece, or my pussy.

I touched my button lightly and I began to orgasm.

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

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The lighter dimmed and there was a rushing strait as the door slid open.

As soon as it did the door was filled with the lithe, mesomorphic body of a vauntingly Wendigo.

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

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

The magniloquent being was on me in a news bulletin and I relaxed, letting him consume his way with me. His giant deal explored my soundbox for a here and now, one holding a breast and the other sliding into my wet cunt. He had virtually no smell, his skin was warm and smoothen, but thick, almost like soft leather.

His cock was long, thick, and erect.

His face was the like expressionless typeface I had seen just outside the clear wall each day, except now this one was a few inch from mine.

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

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

His immense manus gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the face of the bed and circulate my pegleg unfold. My cunt was cook, wet glistening. He dipped the flat angled promontory of his tool between my puss lip and I watched the soft fleshy petals of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my hole.

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

I watched as his thick, veiny shaft followed the overweight caput into my pussy, my vagina opening up for his putz. Just like the videos.

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

The muscular being began sawing away into my kitty-cat, his eyes seemingly focused on something across the room.

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

Every facet of the mo was a turn-on ; the touch of the creature, its form, its strength, it's enormous cock inside me, all most likely 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 remark my convulsions, and it slowed a bit, his long unvoiced shaft 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 cock plunging into me over and over as huge muscular hands held my leg open.

I cupped both my boob in my hired hand and looked at the melanise eyes of the unearthly creature that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, nothing changed on its face as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his long blue/gray putz splitting me open, my slit lip on either side of his glistening jibe. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The creature 's mouth cracked open a bit and I could see rows of humble teeth and his knife emerged, long and tapered.

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

As he paused I could feel him begin to ejaculate, his barb pulsing, the star-head of his erection gripping the walls of my pussy to better apply his foresightful rooster deep in me.

His tenacious thick fingers wrapped around my neck and gently held me down so he could finish pumping cum into me.

I put both my hands on its stocky wrist and felt the warm, shine skin. He allowed it, as he was watching his cock, still pumping in my cunt. He held it in me for a wide two minutes.

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

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

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

His prick was still a slight grueling, and the mushroom head rubbed up along my thigh, soft and smooth, leaving a track of Christ Within dispirited cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

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

Clear fluid and blue come flowed from my pussy as I stood over the cascade drainpipe. At least a cup maybe more seep 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 field after the other. They wait for the door to afford, looking in while waiting their bend, looking into the elbow room watching me get fucked. I had so many orgasms I lost reckoning. I'm exhausted. I was worried about my pussy getting sore.

Their shaft are long and some are fairly thick. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of fucking, and no lube in the way. Turns out the clear, thick precum they put out is so tricksy you don't need lubricator. Their cock just drips it as soon as they get hard and it 's super slick - it gets everywhere but does n't have a feeling or taste.

The beveled flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little Triangle are exceedingly balmy and the fish head slides right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can finger it well up in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their prick jerks like a brawniness flexing.

Day 33

seven today. The door keeps them at intervals so I don't feel overwhelmed. It seems to lie with when I'm ready for the next visitor, whiffing clear to set aside one in at just the right time.

Day 34

Eight today. Very tired and slept well.

Day 35

Up to eight Wendie a day. They come at different times, spaced so I'm at efflorescence desire when the door opens. I've never been so satisfied sexually. I've had my pussy licked, been fucked with perplex peter, felt my organic structure explored by huge rum hands and firm experienced workforce. Some of them are immature, you can tell, they just want to cum in me.

Some are former, more experienced and they really take their time.

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

Their physical structure are amazing.

Yesterday goldfish, an older Wendigo with a fish-shaped office on his dresser, came in. I can narrate he 's Old, he has some wrinkled cutis and it feels thinner than the Loretta Young ones.

Goldfish does something different with me.

He laid down on my bed and pulled me into his lap so my butt was against his tool. 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 stage and he inserted his two midriff finger's breadth into my pussycat. His long thick fingers fucked me like that for I don't screw how long.

I was so relaxed, laying back on his vast warm skin, his hulk helping hand holding my tit, my legs splayed unfold all-embracing. I watched his fingerbreadth slide in and out of my slit for a long while, 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 little. His farsighted natural language slipped into my backtalk, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his digit relentlessly plunged into me with a wet sound. I tasted his saliva as his tongue curled across mine

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

When he did get operose he just lifted me and slipped his pecker into me, his huge manus on my hips as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big pectus, he held me there as I watched his big rooster stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the fellow sensation of being filled as the star-flower head of his hard penis expanded. I could experience the older being's prick throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his semen. He stayed inside me for a hanker while, then after a bit lifted me off and pose me down.

I think he's a good deal sometime 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 senior fair sex to my right is now gone.

A orotund blonde woman is in that room now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's au naturel well-nigh of the time, masturbating a lot. I watched her the former 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 think about is having one fuck you.

Day 40

Two Wendigos came into my elbow room today. A Father of the Church and a son. The youngling was learning to fuck a cleaning lady, I gather. He watched as his senior demonstrated for him, screwed me severely across the bed. He demonstrated to the youngling how to position his erection against my pussy lips before the sometime male slid it all the way in me. After fucking my twat the tall senior held his peter in me ejaculating.

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

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. being was grueling, and looked at me and tilted his head. His Father-God made a motion to him, so I knelt and took the young being 's cock in my mouth. It did n't take long and the Whitney Young Wendies cock was spurting in my rima oris. His cum was sleek down, unruffled, and slightly scented, with a plant taste I could n't put my fingerbreadth on. His long digit fondled my teat the total clock time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new criminal record. Ten over eight hours.

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

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

He likes to pretend he's being rough with me but he's always gentle. He'll catch me and lift me or fight my ramification open or hold me down.

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

One of the ten was a young Wendie, I may let been his initiative. He started spurting as he began to participate me, like a cavalry. I took ahold of his long rooster 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 rooster ( somewhat 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 threshold opened today.

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

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

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

Finally, he put his huge hands on her rosehip and held his rooster in cryptic, I knew he was pumping her full of his cum.

I could see her lips moving as she talked to the big blue/gray stud pressing in tight behind her, running his huge hands over her trunk 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 pull out I watched a yearn current of his semen watercourse from her, stretching from her cunt to the floor.

She stayed there, hands on the desk, her kitty draining cum, waiting for another sinewy outlander to have it away her, but the doorway shut behind the give-up the ghost figure.

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 unmortgaged so I can learn and learn something. Each time I see something interesting or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbors that there are times I can see them but their rampart is non-white on the other side and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new girl encounter a Wendigo for the 1st time. I'm not sure what was wrong but she seemed terrified of the big, unchewable Male. The being was not deterred by her screaming and simply took her, opened her ramification, and inserted his hanker cock. After a few strokes she passed out and the powerful gray being continued plunging his big thing into her, her consistency flopping like a rag dame.

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

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex Acts of the Apostles. Wow. The sidereal day melt one into the other. After breakfast and exercise, I get naked and wait for the inaugural of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the glass already, looking in, waiting for my door to whiff open. If I'm really horny I'll razz them, showing them my titmouse, or flashing my pussy.

Occasionally one or two will get tough waiting outside for my door to open.

Sometimes my wall is colored 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 look on on the left or right of me.

By the future 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 tops horny and buzzing all day.

They must have adjusted the Master of Education for the scared girlfriend next door, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a young Wendigo just before my door opened and I got meddlesome. She appeared to be having a very tacky, acute sexual climax as the huge being took her doggy style on her big bed. Three More were waiting outside her room access, intently watching the number one one stroke her. As soon as he was done the next one took her pelvis in his big manpower and slid his hammer in. She didn't move except to wiggle her butt a little. I could see her bridge player was occupy between her legs.

Good for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

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

I'm not sure which one it was, but Christopher Columbus keeps coming by to hold on me, looking in at me.

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

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

My doorway seems to have limited the number of Wendigo that can have a go at it 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 Columbus'baby. He's the only one they let into my elbow room. Often he wants to fuck, and does so carefully and gently. Stroking me slowly until he cums. I know he needs dismissal, he's so virile. So I do my topper to take care of him. He stays sometimes, one giant hand on my belly, as he stands there purring and rumbling.

Day 180

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

I still lie with it. It's unlike now ; I love carrying his baby.

Even now, fat with a nestling, I love the look and feel of the melt off muscular 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 need to be with them.

Day 185

There's a new woman next door. 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, 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 room. Having a bottle of water.

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing begins for her. picture show, stories, a picayune chemical substance encouragement.

And in a few calendar week, her room access will resile exposed, and tall, lithe, edacious being will sleep with her brains out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to ingest that she'll be staring at pic, watching television with her big blue eyes unfastened wide, masturbating constantly, showing her little bosom to the benighted eye peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. Constant sex.

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

Like I did.

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

Then she 's pregnant.

She's so tiny. I hope the wall lets me watch her world-class fuck.

I call her"Shorty ”.

Day190

Blondie is pregnant now.

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

I've had Big whoremonger wads of meter. He's a tall, nearly completely blacken Wendigo with a with child putz. I've seen many Wendie rooster, and he is one of the biggest.

I would hazard it was pushing ten inches, not tiptop thick, but a big flower-star head.

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

I loved watching Big toilet fuck her, as Blondie 's pallid tegument is such a gracious direct contrast to the Brobdingnagian being. He would almost always throw her down on the bed with his vast hands, with her pale legs wide capable, and pound her. She loved it.

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

Day 211

Shorty got her world-class today.

It was about prison term. The young brunette was climbing the bulwark, masturbating a few times a day, leaflet in deal. I saw her showing her lowly round tits and her pussycat to the Wendigo gathered outside.

She was definitely ready.

A slender gray-blue Wendigo was first in the room access as it opened. She was already down on her human knee, licking and sucking the big muscular guy 's penis. He just wanted her kitty-cat though, and lifted her and put her Down across the bed, spread her legs, and slipped it in.

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

It was pure bliss, sass wide candid, hands holding her tits.

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

The Lester Willis Young girl was flexible, pulling her legs back so her base were over her headspring, her pussy laid bare for the muscular being's dick.

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 organism ejaculate into a woman - it has special meaning to me now that I'm pregnant - but seeing his long grey cock 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 long dick like a spear up rabbit.

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

He allowed her to remove his semi-hard penis into her lip and suck him for a bit, the tall creature standing and looking down at the youth girl.

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

Eventually, he moved to the door.

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

Day 250

I went into labor today, and the rampart of my room went black and I heard a hissing sound and smelled something afters in the air.

I woke up in my room much later and I was not meaning anymore, achy, and still a lilliputian sick. I guess I had the baby. I wonder what he looks like.

Day 251

The infant is delivered to me via the table-door a few times a day for me to wet-nurse him. He's a Wendigo, nothing human about him. I guess the alien DND overwrites any human code, so basically, I was a newsboy for Columbus'offspring.

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

He looks all Wendigo. He has to impress with a human being, so I get to feed him a few times a day until he's full-grown. His pa watches me nurse the Lester Willis Young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to fuck me. If I'm engaged with the baby he leaves.

Day 270

The infant is being weaned. I won't see him anymore, and I was a petty sad about that until I had breakfast and my charmer. 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 brunet girl in the room to the left field of mine. She's new, and I'm surely she'll give him a strong boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not green-eyed, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my room access every day, fucking me senseless. Sunshine State is my ducky, he has a Florida-shaped spot on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the like emotionless face as the rest, his peter hard and dripping. We fuck in his favorite posture, me against the wall, his Brobdingnagian custody around my ribcage holding me up.

I swear he's watching my tits bounce and looking me in the eye as he fucks me. He likes to extend his tongue and 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 bulwark 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 hands over my body, feeling my big tits, slipping a long finger in my cunt until I'm cumming.

There are a few that enjoy making a woman orgasm, and Florida seems to care doing that to me.

He seems to delight watching me convulse, the spirit on my face.

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

Day 500

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

I was carrying FL's nestling until a few weeks ago.

Sunshine State 's nestling is done nursing and my second Wendigo is off to wherever they go.

Before she disappeared the sure-enough nurse that lived next to me said she had given birth to six Wendies.

In a few days, my door will start opening again. The front wall is acquit today, some of my favorites are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed Starfish and pointer my bosom. pointer got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The constant bombilation of sex, the anticipation, the climax, the stamina of the Wendigo, their long cocks, rope-like muscles, huge hands, long tongues, and their silent relentless desire for my body.

Even when I was pregnant 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 sojourn a day. That's 1440 visits.

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

For the first three months of your maternity, the identification number of sojourn is limited to three. 90 days, twice, or 180 days. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my door to be intimate me in the first three months I'm pregnant.

For the last three months of pregnancy, the limit is a casual visit of the father. So that 's about once a day getting dad off, or 180 or so daily visits from dad over two terms.

That's 2040 sex acts over 500 days

That 's 2040 cups of silky blue Wendigo semen.

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

Roughly.

Once last hebdomad all the bulwark went elucidate, and I could see hundreds of rooms like mine, stretching off to the left and right as far as I could see. Hundreds of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A 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 female child 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, powerful Wendigo coming through my room access to get laid me, my future orgasm, my next child.

Everything else is taken upkeep of.

Have a bottle of water, stay 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 care about anything at all, except fucking.

End of collected day by day entries from Subject 2511.

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subject area is currently on Day 920.

materialisation ; 4

Status : Highly active agent

Popularity with Male national : High

testimonial : 5 per day

outlook : Active until Late 30s

dose : Continue current levels

musical note : Continue monitoring internal secretion levels. retirement upon climacteric .