Cordelia keeps quiet

I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to attract the attention of whatever it was in the woods. It lumbered about menacingly. I did my best to stay still, but with a foreign body sliding in and out of your rectum for the first time, and another dangerously close to devirginize you, it is a bit difficult. I felt the one in my womanhood press, and then swirl around; as if confused. I was as still as I could be, and it seemed to be working. The great beast shifted in the wood, just out of sight.

Just then, a millipede like creature, nearly 8 inches long, started to inch its way up my ribcage. Bulbs were latched on and suckling my breasts, I was being penetrated by another bulb in my bum, and now I was attempting to resist the urge to squirm. Finally, thankfully, it slithered over my body, and dropped to the moss below.

The sound was closer, and closer. I dare not move, even though the occasional thrashing of the bulb inside me was dangerously close to breaking my sacred gate. The crunch of grass behind my field of view told me it was now in the glen. I clamped my eyes shut as I felt its heavy steps. It was then that I realized that its movements might just distract the moss enough.

I jiggled my leg. The moss reacted, encircling my ankle and thigh even tighter. It shifted, and I heard the "Ooh! Ooh!" of what I knew to be its "excited" call. I turned my head, not wanting to hear, but hear I did. It lumbered over, and I could feel its shadow cover my body. It leaned down, sniffing my legs. As it traveled upward, along my thighs, I silently cursed my decision to pose for the photographs.

To my relief, it kept sniffing up my body, turned, and slowly lumbered back into the woods. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was leaving. I wormed my arm out, carefully, from the moss, and propped myself up on an elbow.

"Cordelia, look...you are a woman." Mr Hughes said, a photo snapping shortly afterwards. I looked down, and there was indeed a small stream of crimson upon the stem of the bud. In my fear, it had penetrated me without my knowledge. I crashed back down to the bed of moss, the movement causing it to slide deeper into me. It was the best day of my life!

Mr Hughes slipped into the glen, and snapped a few more photos of me trapped in the moss, and surprisingly a few of the bulb sliding into and out of me. I cooed, giving myself over to it. I'd never felt so connected with this wonderous planet as when its very bulbs were inside me, spilling nectar.

It was then I heard the footsteps, and I was snapped out of my reverie. I looked up at him as he was unbuttoning his trousers. While I can't say for certain, I definitely felt an urge, a desire, that was much stronger than my usual friskiness. He reached down, snapped the bulb off at the stim, and withdrew it from me. Sure enough, it was covered in my virginal crimson. This, he tossed over his shoulder, and lay between my spread legs. I, still being restrained by the moss, didn't have much to say about the matter.

My pink tongue slid out of my mouth as a bulb grew up upon my soft cheek as he was positioning himself. I tasted the nectar, and to my delight found it to be a powerful aphrodesiac, even if a bit tart. The bulb grew toward my mouth, and as Mr Hughes became to first man to be inside me, it discharged its gooey contents upon my lips, and my mind exploded into a million sensations. I was aware of his hairy member sliding into me, the grunts of exertion as he fought to get passed my tightness, but also of the cascading light in the swaying leaves and branches A female 'Rilla was swinging from the higher branches, her hatchlings crawling over her bristly furred body. I could see her many eyes glinting with unnatural light as the sky seemed to begin to breathe. She paused, observing us briefly, and then swung deeper into the jungle.

Truly, Mr Hughes is a wonderful lover, if a bit rough, but it was simply just another pleasurable sensation. Perhaps that's true of all of us here. Us ladies are no more concerned about our virginity than a spider to the struggles of a fly. We are all ensnared in this planet's aura, and to struggle against the strands only entrenches us deeper in the tangle.

Oh, I've done it again. I filled the pages of this diary up with words that I dared not till now for fear Clara would happen upon it, and in the process have began Blushing badly. A tossle haired lad keeps glancing over at me from across the aisle. A little ankle, a little smile, and I'm sure I can convince him to court me. I do hope they have a large washroom on this train, or else I'll have to be very discreet.