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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Continuing cryptozoology research | ||
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02:15GMT 03APR11 FIELD REPORT - Cryptid Research Group Dr. Cindee Greenwell, lead field researcher Follow up number three. After a bit of rest and a Xanax, Jennifer was able to continue. She is still unaware of our deception in recruiting her and believes this was entirely unplanned. ********** Well, I thought I was falling to my death but then, maybe it was just as well. After all, my uterus was full of insect eggs that I still believed (even still?) would hatch and eat their way out of me so what was there to live for? Please Dr. Greenwell, take them out of me if you can. Anyhow, I was too terrified to contemplate the comparative advantages my possible means of death. The wind picked up as I accelerated toward terminal velocity, only I didn't quite make it. Suddenly there was a jerk and I felt the wind slacken. Another mantid had me in it's grasp. Smaller than the first, it was frantically beating it's wings to arrest our fall, even as it began to position me as had the first. I didn't think I could hold any more mantis eggs but it looked like I was going to find out. We never did stop falling completely, but the smaller mantid did at least slow us to a reasonable rate of descent. In very little time it had me positioned for penetration and I looked to see the ovipositor. at first I didn't understand what it was. It looked something like the other mantid's ovipositor, but was smaller and I didn't really see an opening on it's tip, just a sort of slit. The shaft was also different, ridged instead of smoothly tapered. I was puzzled until I recognized it as not an ovipositor at all, but a phallus. As it got closer, I realized that after having been filled with eggs by the female mantis, they were going to be fertilized by this male. In short, I was about to be fucked. I guess that's kind of blunt, but I felt like I was being fucked in more ways than one. As we were continuing to fall, the mantid wasted no time. He thrust his penis into me, much faster and rougher than the gentle penetration by the female's ovipositor. His penis also secreted a greenish fluid, thicker than that secreted by the female. He began fucking me seriously, thrusting the ridged phallus in and out of me at an unbelievable pace. Again, despite my abject terror, I felt myself becoming aroused. The trees continued to get closer. My orgasm continued to get closer. The mantis kept fucking me and, Just as we brushed the tops of the trees, I felt his penis jerk inside of me. Then I felt a tremendous warmth as he filled me with his insectoid cum, and I felt myself cumming uncontrollably. With one powerful downbeat of his wings, the mantid managed to lift us, still copulating, over a tree, then drop us down into a clearing beyond. He managed to set me down gently enough, then I felt his cock, that's what it was to me now, a cock, jerk out of me, setting off yet another orgasm. How many times had the creatures made me cum? Six? Seven? Eight? ********** Dr. Greenwell's comment: It seems that we were correct in our assumption that orgasm by the host, or surrogate mother as one of my assistants refers to them, plays an essential part in successful impregnation by the mantids. ********** As soon as he separated from me, the mantid hopped a short distance, partially gliding down a slope to a spot several meters away where he flopped down, wing covers open. I could see the spiracles along his side opening and closing as he breathed. I was panting myself, both physically and emotionally overwhelmed by the experience I still can't quite believe. I was on my hands and knees and I felt something on my clit. I looked under myself, past my swollen tummy, and saw a big, thick glob of mantis cum, clinging to, and slowly starting to drip off of my distended clit. I reached to touch it, intending to wipe it off but as soon as I touched myself I had an uncontrollable need to cum again. I started frigging myself. Sorry, Dr. Greenwell, but you told me to include everything, and that's what I did, masturbated in that clearing, making myself cum again. I couldn't stop. As soon as I came once, I needed to do it again, over and over. ********** Dr Greenwell's comment: Again, it seems we are correct that both the female and male mantids secrete a powerful aphrodesiac. In the case of the male we were able to do a better analysis and have confirmed this. Possible profits from this formulation alone could pay for all costs of the research to this point, if we are able to either synthesize it, or obtain it by other means, which Jennifer has given us reason to hope for. ********** I was still masturbating when you found me. Even with the helicopter landing next to me, I couldn't stop. Somebody grabbed my hands and Dr. Greenwell scooped some of the goop from around my clit into a small vial. The hands lifted me into the helicopter and onto a stretcher. Dr Greenwell sat next to me as we lifted off. I still couldn't stop masturbating, even with the helicopter full of people watching me. Dr. Greenwell pulled a curtain separating us from the rest of the cabin, but not before I saw a TV monitor playing a tape of a mantis in flight, carrying something. I tried to see what it was but then the curtain blocked my view. Dr. Greenwell watched me masturbate and, then, using her fingers this time, scooped a little more of the green goop from me, reaching the fingers inside her shorts and I could tell she was rubbing it on herself. I came again with Dr. Greenwell watching me convulse on the stretcher. She leaned down and whispered, "That's enough honey," then injected something into my arm. I fell asleep then and woke up here in the research station. Dr Greenwell knows everything that happened since then so I don't know if they want me to write anymore. ********** Obviously, we won't be "taking them out," not after all the work and expense it took to get a live host mother in the station. Jennifer is doing well, although sedated again. I'm the only one who really knows what she's feeling and I know it's tough, but she's a tough little kid and I think she'll be fine. Jennifer was close with her count. Ultrasound shows seven eggs that are well seated in her uterus, the hormones in the fluids secreted by the creatures having caused her cervix to contract and hold them safe. There were two additional eggs deposited in her vagina. These have been removed. Though fertilized, it is unlikely we will be able to get them to hatch. Still, when Jennifer delivers, we will have seven captive mantids to study. There has been some thought of attempting to implant the remaining two eggs into another host mother, willing or unwilling if necessary, and we may still do that. Hopefully when Jennifer has her babies, we can gain some insight into their origin. I know Dr. Cheswin believes they are a completely extraterrestrial alien species, but I believe they are some kind of hybrid between an exterterrestrial species and native fauna. I admit to rubbing some of the seminal fluid on myself as Jennifer suspects. I wanted to see for myself if it contains an aphrodesiac. It does. Progress reports will follow regularly. |
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