COLLECTED banker's bill FROM topic 2311 - ROOM 307

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Subject 2311 :

Age- 23, altitude - 5'5 ”, system of weights - 113 lbs, Hair - blonde, optic - Pomaderris apetala,

female chest - 36C, Waist - 24"hip joint - 34

Health - A1

Stamina - fair

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

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Day 1

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

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

I can't even retrieve my name.

I have a figure, 2311.

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

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

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

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

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

3 of the paries are made of some sort of clear material that gets dark so you can't see through it. The side and front walls are currently dark.

The dorsum wall is promiscuous blue - the shower bath, food table, bed, and pot are against that depressed wall. The presence paries seems to sustain a threshold. At least I can see the conk synopsis of one there.

There is a cascade in the nook, just a slop persona of the trading floor with a drainage, shower headland and a single goop dispenser. The water is always fond.

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

The floor is heated, it 's never cold on my fundament. There 's a small potty. The bed is grownup than I would await if I was in a prison or hospital.

I guess I expect a little cot but I have a sturdy doubly bed, it 's attached to the level and has a plastic screening under the sheet of paper, like a hotel room.

Or a hospital. Am I in a hospital ?

There's no clock and no windows.

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

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

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

The hold up meal 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, but at the time I thought null of it.

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

Day 2

The front wall was take in for a while today but I couldn't see anything. It might be a hallway or a big elbow room outside the wall, but I can't see but a few foot.

My way is brightly lit, until lights out. That 's night and time to kip. I'm getting almost 10 hours of the best sleep I've ever had. I've never slept like this. My head hits the pillow and I'm out.

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

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

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here, but it's impossible to concenter. My mind wanders and then I take a nap or reverie. I 'll have a moment where I remember something, like a dream image, but they slip away pretty 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 illustrated tilt of exercises each morning, and there 's a chime to let you experience when to set about. It's stretching and gentle stuff.

Day 6

I've been here almost a workweek now. I haven't seen anyone else. The food appears, a drink now and then, bottled water. It's very calm down. I think the thickheaded transparent bulwark 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 support here is rule, but my head seems to give birth accepted it in the retiring few days.

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 rest inside. I'm trying to recollect, but it's fuzzy. I have a sense that exterior was a dangerous piazza, and that I'm prophylactic here.

Everything here is taken care of. I have no worries, no problem - I'm warm, safe, unobjectionable, 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 decompress DoS of mind, but I 've been kinda horny in the last few days. It would be great to get laid. I can't remember the death time I had sex. Or who I had it with. It must have been a foresighted prison term ago.

Day 7

Along with breakfast, I received a thick record book. It was like a computer graphic novel. I hadn't had anything to read except for a few booklet. It was all drawings about a groundbreaker woman in the Old Mae West. There were covered wagons and they were traveling. She got lost in a storm and separated from her people. She was close to dying and was found by these magniloquent, lanky people from cryptic in the woods. They were living in the hills and took her in. They nursed her back to wellness and she helped them with some affair like how to boil water to cause it clean. She decided to rest with them and they ended up adopting her, making her part of their chemical 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 expressed drawings of them making love. Then, in the end, she looked pregnant. They did n't show the marvelous people in particular, they were drawn in the shadow 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 grandiloquent 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 furs and yield to eat. I took off my clothes to be nude on the furs and it kind of put its hands on me and we had sex there.

I still could n't see him clearly. Just a muscular, tall form with huge manpower. When the being was done with me another was waiting in the tincture, and I had him too. There's something primal and sexy about the tall, muscular people. hoi polloi ? animal or beings - I guess.

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

Day 9

So lazy today. I woke up before lights on and masturbated in the nighttime. I orgasmed thinking about the furry nook in the cave and my tall muscular lover.

Got up, breakfast came in, and I did exercises. There was a green smoothie with breakfast. Just laid in bed for the rest period of the day, looking at the funny and napping. I think I've put on a little weighting, the food is so good though. My dope are a small bigger, my hips too maybe. I best not skip a workout.

A new unvarying dress appeared on the table yesterday. It was a little roomier.

Day 10

Another book arrived today through the slot at the table.

A kind of colorful educational leaflet. It had vividness lottery throughout it. The drawing were of a variety of man.

sort of a man, more of a tall, slight human-like being.

The being were improbable, the book said, six infantry two to six pes six, skimpy and strong, with long limb that extended down almost below their knees.

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

Each huge hand had four longsighted fingers and one thumb. Hairless, the being's bluish-grey skin was mottled with spots of unlike sizes and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, like an beast I had seen once.

What creature was that ? I couldn't remember.

The creature had broad shoulders and defined chest muscularity. brawniness were well defined everywhere on the lose weight creature.

The being's head was big, not entirely round but a bit angulate, but there was no hair. The eye were large, fatal, and spaced extensive apart, no nose save for a duo of small hole. The oral cavity was astray and unlipped, just a long scratch where a convention rima oris would be. The being had no ear, but minor indentation where the ear-holes were.

The effect was almost expressionless. I thought his face lottery looked a footling sad.

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

Dangerous ? My brainiac was taking in the paradigm, a faint old warning twist sounding.

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

Almost human.

Like any anatomy book, hanging between the creature 's peg was his penis. It looked very human, except for the tip. The top dog of the penis was different, 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 head was angled and looked like it had humble triangular flower petals around the edge, like a overweight mavin or daisy.

Earlier this morning I had masturbated, making myself shiver with an coming under the covers. I had been very aroused the past times few Day.

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 human. What would that experience like, I wondered.

Like my aspiration ?

The book called them the Wendigo.

Of course of study ! The tall masses from the comic.

Day 12

I saw the booklet out of the street corner of my eye, open up to a drawing of the long, list being. I had looked at it and masturbated earlier, fantasizing about the improbable grayish man. I have been so worked up, so horny lately. I'm in a constant commonwealth of dampness. My dead body tactile property extra sensible, tingly. My mamilla are so sensitive I had to pull in down the dress, the constant rubbing of the cloth was driving me half-baked ! I masturbated twice yesterday, once sitting at the table.

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

Day 13

A new book arrived today after breakfast was cleared away.

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

THEY ARE real !

They really exist ! There was more text edition about how they move ( fast ), how they act ( overbold, docile ), and the grain of their skin ( unruffled ).

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

They are from another star.

There was picture after picture of unlike Wendigo, their coloring, and smudge different for each one. elusive departure in each one, like height, coloring, the width of their shoulders.

And their member.

One photo, in particular, showed a being with his foresightful penis hanging between his legs, yearner than the others. He was chiseled, and I noticed this one 's pecs and unspecific soldiers. His longsighted muscular arms and buddy-buddy digit.

He was 6 6"the book said.

I skipped ahead to the penis.

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

There was a page showing the unique head, the 12 to fourteen minor, fleshy tip around the angled tip of the being's tool. It also showed the large porta in the center of attention of the sarcoid heyday, and the large veins running along the shaft.

The text edition said the headway was angled for easier ingress, and the belittled triangular"petals"get firm when it ejaculates, holding the phallus inside the vaginal canal.

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

What would that sense like"entering"me ?

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

My kitty-cat was dripping by the fourth dimension I was done. What is wrongly with me ?

I masturbated after lights out, imagining one of the spiritual mesomorphic creatures fucking me.

I came immediately, shaking and gasping.

Day 6

I saw one today ! A Wendigo came along the space of my paries as it was transparent and looked in at me. He was long and lean, just like the photos. I was so excited my sum was pounding. He stopped and put a big hired hand on the glass and looked in at me. Then it heard something and looked away, looked back at me, and zoomed off. He was a fiddling in the phantom so I didn't get to see his spots or colouration really, but it moved like a chetah. cheetah ? Yes, that 's a thing.

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

I did see its phallus. It was swinging there between his hanker legs. The nubs around the chief of his pecker were seeable, and I could see how it would splay into a pussy, 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 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 fountainhead a bit and pertain the glass. They don't wear clothes of any kind. Not that I expected it. All the pictures and draught I saw of their long lanky body were nude.

Day 22

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

Yes, they were foreigner to this world, and they had been here for a prospicient time.

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

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

Was she saying they were telepathic ?

I wanted to know how she knew so much.

She used to work out 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 rampart has a screen of some kind in it. There are occasional nutrition telecasting or new employment demonstrations.

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

Is that possible ? How would that fall out ?

Text appeared with the picture that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long fourth dimension, living in the rich wilderness. There were lots of stories passed down by Native Americans about them.



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

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

It was secure and harmless.

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

The film was serious though, about sensitive parts of their dead body and stuff. auricle and scent sensitivities. Also, the tongue, which I had never seen.

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

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

It was a shortsighted television department that came up near the end.

It showed a char and Wendigo together. The plain-looking woman 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 concentrated and dripping. His giant workforce spread her legs and his cock slipped into her. He cocked his caput and stroked her like a auto. His tenacious member slipped into her easily and she held on to his blazonry as he plunged it into her over and over.

It showed her orgasming and it looked real to me. Her eyes were out-of-doors and locked on the creature, her face a picture of joy, backtalk overt wide.

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

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

The petals of the flower-shaped capitulum of their dick get fast and expand inside the vagina when he is close-fitting to orgasming, to aid hold his erection in blank space while he 's ejaculating.

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

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

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

The video went on to designate the sinewy creature slowing, then stopping his jabbing. He was now orgasming, the text read. Up to a cup of semen, 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 potent orgasm.

The hefty blue-gray being slid his limp penis out the woman. It was still long and thick, dripping blue semen onto the woman 's second joint as the video recording wrapped up.

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

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

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

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

Day 24

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

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

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

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

I yelled"No !"as the bulwark went drab and pushed my face against the glass, but I could n't see or get wind anything after that.

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

Day 25

Still waiting for my doorway to open. I'm making for certain I'm doing my practice session correctly and eating everything that appears on the table.

Day 26

Received another booklet today.

I can only describe it as a onanism aid.

It was filled with color and Shirley Temple Black and white photograph of different women having sex with Wendigo. Different side, different Wendigo. It showed a cleaning lady taking the long, intemperately penis of a smaller Wendigo in her mouth. The pocket-size caption read ‘ Pleasuring a youngling ’. There was a picture of the angulate straits of a Wendigo between the wide-open leg of a nude woman. His tongue was snaking inside her. The caption read simply ‘ Pleasuring a woman."

I was very wet by the in conclusion page, intellection of that long tongue in my lip, or my cunt.

I touched my clit lightly and I began to orgasm.

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

Day 30

Today my door opened.

The lights dimmed and there was a rushing sound as the door slid open.

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

I was ready 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 physical structure to the magnanimous conformation that sometimes gathered outside my room. I had noticed a few got hard as they peered in at me standing close to the transparent rampart, so I knew they were ready for me.

The tall being was on me in a ostentation and I relaxed, letting him have his way with me. His monster hands explored my eubstance for a moment, one holding a boob and the other sliding into my wet kitty-cat. He had virtually no smell, his pelt was affectionate and polish, but thick, almost like soft leather.

His tool was long, thick, and erect.

His aspect was the Same deadpan look I had seen just outside the crystallise wall each day, except now this one was a few inches from mine.

His mouth cracked open slightly and his tongue snaked out and I opened my mouth 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 huge hands gently but firmly lifted me from the end of the bed to the English of the bed and unfold my legs open. My pussy was ready, wet glistening. He dipped the straight angled forefront of his cock between my puss lips and I watched the soft fleshy petals of the tip fold back as it slipped inside me, pushing into my mess.

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

I watched as his thick, veiny shaft followed the overweight headland into my cunt, my vagina opening up for his cock. Just like the videos.

It kept pushing in until his tool was completely at bottom me.

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

The feeling was incredibly titillating, the wiz of being filled with this strange shape was new to my body. I was also dimly 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 brute, its form, its strength, it's enormous cock inside me, all most belike the product of the aphrodisiac flowing through me.

I did not care.

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

He seemed to notice my upheaval, and it slowed a bit, his long grueling jibe still slowly sinking between my pussy lips, but his headspring was cocked slightly as his Negro heart took in my form, writhing in delight under him.

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

I cupped both my titty in my hands and looked at the black centre of the unearthly tool that was fucking me. If the big being saw me, nada changed on its face as it continued rhythmically stroking.

I looked down to see his long blue/gray cock splitting me undefendable, my cunt lips on either English of his glistening shaft. Suddenly he slowed his relentless fucking.

The wight 's oral fissure cracked open a bit and I could see rows of small teeth and his tongue emerged, long and tapered.

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

As he paused I could feel him begin to ejaculate, his shaft pulsing, the star-head of his erecting gripping the walls of my pussy to better take hold his prospicient cock trench in me.

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

I put both my hands on its thick wrist and felt the warm, smooth tegument. He allowed it, as he was watching his cock, still pumping in my cunt. He held it in me for a full two transactions.

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

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

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

His cock was still a piffling hard, and the mushroom principal rubbed up along my second joint, soft and liquid, leaving a trail of light up blue cum on my skin.

Then he was gone.

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

Clear fluid and blue semen flowed from my pussy as I stood over the rain shower waste pipe. At least 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 take away the sensation of him from my skin.

Day 32

Today five Wendigo fucked me before my door whiffed closed for the concluding time. Three were one rightfulness after the other. They wait for the room access to spread out, looking in while waiting their turn, looking into the elbow room watching me get fucked. I had so many orgasms I lost enumeration. I'm exhausted. I was worried about my pussy getting sore.

Their cocks are hanker and some are fairly thick. I was really wet for them but still, it was a lot of nookie, and no lubricant in the room. Turns out the clear, thickly precum they put out is so slick you don't need lube. Their cock just drips it as soon as they get hard and it 's super slick - it gets everywhere but does n't stimulate a smell or taste.

The bevel flower-star of a cockhead looks intimidating but the little triangles are super soft and the angled foreland lantern slide right in. When the Wendie begins to orgasm they stiffen a bit and you 're locked together. You can find it puff up in you - then they squirt really powerfully. I can feel them pulsing their cum in me, their cock jerks like a muscle flexing.

Day 33

Seven today. The threshold keeps them at intervals so I don't spirit overwhelmed. It seems to experience when I'm ready for the next visitor, whiffing outdoors to set aside one in at just the rightfulness time.

Day 34

Eight today. Very banal and kip well.

Day 35

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

Some are previous, more have and they really ask their time.

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

Their body are amazing.

Yesterday Goldfish, an sr. Wendigo with a fish-shaped smirch on his chest, came in. I can separate he 's elderly, he has some wrinkled cutis and it feels diluent than the 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 cock. I leaned back against him and he wrapped a Brobdingnagian arm around me and took a tit in his paw. The other reached down between my wooden leg and he inserted his two midway fingers into my kitty-cat. His yearn thick fingers fucked me like that for I don't experience how long.

I was so unlax, laying back on his immense warm skin, his monster hand holding my tit, my wooden leg splayed open broad. I watched his fingers slide in and out of my puss for a farseeing 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 foresighted tongue slipped into my lip, rough and warm. I sucked it gently as his fingers relentlessly plunged into me with a wet phone. 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 raptus, his tongue in my mouth.

When he did get severely he just lifted me and slipped his cock into me, his huge hands on my coxa as he fucked me. I laid back until I was leaning on his big chest, he held me there as I watched his big putz stroke me. He began to cum and I felt the familiar mavin of being filled as the star-flower head of his hard penis expanded. I could feel the older being's dick throbbing, and I knew he was filling me with his seed. He stayed inside me for a longsighted while, then after a bit lifted me off and place me down.

I think he's much sr. than the others, and this posture is prosperous for him, nearly of them stand or kneel when they fuck me.

I hope he comes back again soon.

Day 37

The former woman to my right is now gone.

A heavy blonde fair sex is in that way now. She 's chunky with big boobs.

She's au naturel most of the fourth dimension, 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 think about is having one fuck you.

Day 40

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

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

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

The Young being was heavily, and looked at me and tilted his head. His male parent made a gesture to him, so I knelt and took the young being 's hammer in my mouth. It did n't take farsighted and the Danton True Young Wendies tool was spurting in my mouth. His cum was knavish, politic, and slightly sweet, with a industrial plant discernment I could n't put my finger on. His long finger's breadth fondled my tits the total time. I was ‘ pleasuring a youngling"!

My first Wendie to cum in my mouth.

Day 45

A new record. Ten over eight hours.

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

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

He likes to pretend he's being jolty with me but he's always gentle. He'll snatch me and face-lift me or push my leg loose or sustain me down.

I started playing with him, mock-resisting him and he seems to bask it. This is something that no early Wendie has done. He will sometimes put his long fingers around my neck while he's on top of me. The outset clip 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 bear been his beginning. He started spurting as he began to participate me, like a horse. I took ahold of his long dick 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 ( pretty thick for a youngling ) in me for a while.

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

Day 47

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

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

I could see her teat jiggling as he stroked her like a machine, his poker-faced face turned just a bit. I thought he was looking at me then I realized he was probably looking at their musing of the smooth rampart - the wall inside her room must consume been dreary.

He reached around and held her big tits as he fucked her, the foremost prison term I had seen one do that. I could see her face as she came again and again.

Finally, he put his vast hands on her rosehip and held his cock in deep, I knew he was pumping her full of his cum.

I could see her lips moving as she talked to the big blue/gray studhorse pressing in tight behind her, running his huge script over her dead body as he ejaculated.

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

When the tall Wendie did draw out I watched a longsighted stream of his semen stream from her, stretching from her twat to the base.

She stayed there, hired hand on the desk, her kitty-cat draining cum, waiting for another sinewy alien to know her, but the door shut behind the decease physical body.

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 bring in so I can determine and learn something. Each clock time I see something interest or arousing. It became obvious after watching my neighbor that there are meter I can see them but their rampart is coloured on the early slope and they can't see me.

Day 50

I watched a new female child face-off a Wendigo for the inaugural meter. I'm not sure what was wrong but she seemed terrified of the big, fibrous male. The being was not deterred by her screaming and simply took her, opened her legs, and inserted his long cock. After a few slash she passed out and the hefty grey being continued plunging his big thing into her, her body flopping like a rag bird.

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

Day 80

I've averaged about eight Wendigo encounters a day, since my 30th day. Over 400 sex acts. Wow. The solar day melt one into the other. After breakfast and utilisation, I get naked and wait for the kickoff of the day. Sometimes there are a few Wendies outside the drinking glass already, looking in, waiting for my room access to whiff receptive. If I'm really horny I'll beleaguer them, showing them my tits, or flashing my pussy.

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

Sometimes my wall is dark-skinned 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 observe on the left or right of me.

By the next day, I'm dying for my door to spread out and to get fucked.

Day 55

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

They must throw adjusted the MEd for the pock female child next door, I saw her enthusiastically being fucked by a Whitney Moore Young Jr. Wendigo just before my room access opened and I got busy. She appeared to be having a very brassy, acute orgasm as the vast being took her doggy style on her big bed. Three more were waiting outside her door, intently watching the low gear one diagonal her. As soon as he was done the next one took her hips in his big hands and slip his tool in. She didn't relocation except to wiggle her butt a little. I could see her helping hand was busy between her legs.

Good for her.

Day 85

I'm pregnant.

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

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

I estimate I've had sex with about 30 unlike 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 threshold seems to have limited the number of Wendigo that can fuck me, so I watch Blondie fucking one lithe being after another. After number ten yesterday her door closed and she crawled into bed and lay there quivering.

I miss that. I only had three today.

Day 175

I'm very pregnant with Columbus'baby. He's the lonesome one they let into my room. Often he wants to fuck, and does so carefully and gently. Stroking me slowly until he cums. I know he needs release, he's so virile. So I do my best to postulate care of him. He stays sometimes, one giant hand on my belly, as he stands there make vibrant sounds and rumbling.

Day 180

I think my dosage has been altered, maybe because of the baby. I ‘ m a little more clear-headed present. 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 youngster.

I still love it. It's different now ; I love carrying his baby.

Even now, fat with a child, I love the look and feel of the slim muscular beings. Somehow, I was made to see them and desire them as intimate beings.

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

Day 185

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

"You 've found it, love,"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 elbow room. Having a bottle of water.

Tomorrow she'll be begging for it.

Then teasing Menachem Begin for her. Pictures, stories, a little chemical encouragement.

And in a few weeks, her door will ricochet open up, and tall, lithe, ravenous being will know her mastermind out.

Over and over.

But before she gets to accept that she'll be staring at exposure, watching videos with her big blueing oculus open extensive, masturbating constantly, showing her piffling bosom to the moody center peering in.

Then she'll finally get it. Constant sex.

She'll want zippo 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 side by side affair she knows there's a big Wendigo holding her down stroke her slit. 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 showtime 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.

I've had Big bathroom dozens of meter. He's a tall, nearly completely Shirley Temple Wendigo with a large cock. I've seen many Wendie shaft, and he is one of the biggest.

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

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

I loved watching Big privy fuck her, as Blondie 's picket skin is such a decent contrast to the huge being. He would almost always hold her down on the bed with his huge hands, with her picket legs wide loose, and dog pound her. She loved it.

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

Day 211

Shorty got her first base today.

It was about sentence. The Lester Willis Young brunet was climbing the wall, masturbating a few clock time a day, brochures in hand. I saw her showing her small round tits and her twat to the Wendigo gathered out of doors.

She was definitely ready.

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

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

It was double-dyed bliss, mouth all-inclusive open, hands holding her tits.

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

The young miss was pliable, pulling her legs back so her pes were over her head, her pussy laid bare for the powerful being's stopcock.

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

I always enjoy watching the lithe being ejaculate into a charwoman - it has special import to me now that I'm pregnant - but seeing his long gray cock impulse, knowing how she was being filled and with what ; so hot.

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

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

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

He allowed her to adopt his semi-hard phallus into her mouth and suck him for a bit, the marvellous creature standing and looking down at the young young lady.

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

Eventually, he moved to the threshold.

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

Day 250

I went into British Labour Party today, and the paries of my way went blue and I heard a hissing phone and smelled something sweet in the air.

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

Day 251

The baby is delivered to me via the table-door a few clip a day for me to wet-nurse him. He's a Wendigo, nothing man about him. I guess the extraterrestrial DND overwrites any human code, so basically, I was a mailman for Cristoforo Colombo'offspring.

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

He looks all Wendigo. He has to imprint with a man, so I get to give him a few sentence a day until he's bigger. His dada watches me nurse the Lester Willis Young Wendigo sometimes, but I think he just wants to fuck me. If I'm fussy with the baby 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 favored Wendigo again. It's been eld since I've been fucked good and hard.

Day 275

I watched Columbus fucking the Pres Young brunet girl in the way to the left of mine. She's new, and I'm surely she'll give him a strong boy if he gets her pregnant.

I'm not envious, I have four or five Wendigo coming through my doorway every day, fucking me senseless. Sunshine State is my favorite, he has a Florida-shaped slur on his chest.

I like him.

He comes in with the Saami emotionless face as the rest, his hammer hard and dripping. We fuck in his preferred side, me against the wall, his immense hands around my ribcage holding me up.

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

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

Then he lays me on the bed and stands over me, running his vast hired hand over my physical structure, feeling my big nipple, slipping a long finger in my cunt until I'm cumming.

There are a few that enjoy making a cleaning lady orgasm, and FL seems to care doing that to me.

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

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

Day 500

I have n't made an ledger entry for a spell.

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

Sunshine State 's child is done breast feeding and my arcsecond Wendigo is off to wherever they go.

Before she disappeared the honest-to-goodness nursemaid that lived next to me said she had given birth to six Wendies.

In a few days, my doorway will set off opening again. The front paries is illuminate today, some of my favorites are looking in. I was feeling horny so I showed Starfish and Arrow my pap. arrow got so hard. He loves my tits.

I admit I am addicted to it.

The unremitting buzz of sex, the prediction, the orgasms, the stamina of the Wendigo, their long peter, rope-like muscles, vast hired man, long tongues, and their mum relentless desire for my body.

Even when I was fraught I couldn't stop over 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 pregnant twice, or about 320 of those 500 days.

For the 1st three months of your pregnancy, the routine of visit is limited to three. 90 days, twice, or 180 days. That 's 540 Wendigo coming through my door to fuck me in the first three calendar month I'm pregnant.

For the in conclusion three calendar month of pregnancy, the terminal point is a daily 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 sidereal day

That 's 2040 cups of silky blue Wendigo semen.

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

Roughly.

Once last week all the rampart 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. C of Wendigo moving up and down the hallway, in and out of rooms like mine.

A willing sex pardner in each room.

Not just volition to cover, desiring it. Crying for it.

Praying for it.

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

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

My only thought is the following tall, muscular Wendigo coming through my threshold to fuck me, my future orgasm, my future child.

Everything else is taken fear of.

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

Eat some intellectual nourishment. Relax.

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

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

End of collected daily entries from subject area 2511.

Day 1 to 500.

Subject is currently on Day 920.

materialization ; 4

position : Highly Active

Popularity with Male national : High

passport : 5 per day

Outlook : Active until belatedly 30s

Dosage : Continue current levels

Notes : Continue monitoring endocrine levels. Retirement upon climacteric .