ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the dining compartment.
The night 's exercise had left my soundbox feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the gist
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the caustic crunch mingled well with the preference of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a fixture. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely hindquarters. I admired the eyeshot for a moment before calling her over to order more
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always unmanageable but I have to replenish the breeder or my supplying bank line literally dries up. guest
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed gild"means one"lost order ”.
They will subscribe their business elsewhere. In this line of descent of work I am acutely mindful that I am only as
good as my shoemaker's last payload. It would take a while but I should take supplies before my following
consignment are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a account about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the dining car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good similitude and I relaxed. My cut were
covered and only I knew where this inauspicious girl was now confined.
It had been pretty loose, a text case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and nervous for a new partner, a new father for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little more trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to learn more than about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Sir Thomas More familiar potpourri. Mine were not of me of class, I 'd choose
them from a excerpt on course to match more closely her ideal- the fleshy middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his beefburger was certainly not what she had in intellect. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, Brigham Young, productive and with a trunk already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with great than average breasts. When I saw
her icon it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy whiteness, but the dingy
outline of her veins spread like a river organization beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore a prominent berry-like mamilla at its gist I knew from experience this all
suggested thoroughly potential difference for output ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to glean her bosom for a month or so but they were a unattackable pathfinder to breeder
selection.
On her third asking I agreed to satisfy, I asked her to fill the bus to the next townsfolk ( where I
supposedly lived ) and play me for a drink and meal at a local eating place. Although this spot was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive topographic point and she would be both yarn-dye and tempted. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my assumed name in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 proceedings before she was due to get in I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of closure earlier
and then we could come together ? I had taken my clock time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 occlusion out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a short walk through the woodwind instrument.
However this time in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitant and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its Christ Within glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air brakes. A
single female digit got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone womanhood would light in this
lonely spot so later in the evening then they did n't show it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any care. The bus pulled away in a snow flurry of dust and spent diesel engine.
April stood at the full stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yard from the stop with its illumination on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To attain it
April would have to walk past the drear part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding post, finisher, closer. She was one step to my left, she was in figurehead of me and then one step to
my right, in front of my shroud place. I rose silently like a malevolent emotional state from the tomb, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Gustavus Franklin Swift movement I reached around her chief clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her lip and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- unspoiled ! The terror, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breathing time would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
purposes. Her consistence was strain in my travelling bag, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my starting time real contact
with her breasts. They were great and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breathing place hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an inadequate conflict. I
am not a unattackable man but I had the twin elements of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her chapeau dropped and her body went wilted in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a full second more before I was fill. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the quietus of the way to the car. I spread her on the binding arse
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual beholder would n't even have it off she was
there.
I did a U bit and drove back to my literal home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner reservation. The County line of descent was a river, I stopped on the bridge circuit and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep piddle below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the respite of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 hour. It was a long drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own cause. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and individual. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a minor
garden with gravid presence railyard. This was ideal for me and my spare-time activity, a trucking rig abandoned ship Buick post
wagon stood in the driveway a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my shop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 one thousand form the independent house. It looked a little abandoned ship, mere and
run down. An honest building that could obscure nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to open the room access before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my pillage. She
was sonorous than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The dorsum of the place was covered with a correspond shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the flooring and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the blot out room access clicked undefendable an column inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp soundbox down the stair behind, trying not to cause too a good deal wound or bruising.
We reached the tail, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the illumination, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 invertebrate foot underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
prospect this was my orphic, my holy ; the author of my income and the direction of my pleasance. I cast
a speedy glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted Edward White and
faded to gray. On the far rampart there was a cesspool and hydrant, a few king sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a pocket-size dresser freezer. There was a pulley-block wheel mounted high
on the paries above the deep freezer and connected to some wrinkle that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the meat of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush along decree and I needed to stay on site. The remaining script wall was covered in my parliamentary law and production charts and in front of them a minuscule desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some staple padding on
the seat. A Second Earl Grey featureless box of equipment stood succeeding to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hose hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into racks at the base. There were a few
electric switch, a duet of dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, part pump, theatrical role
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off manacle attached to the lines
coming from the the pulley. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the steering wheel positioned on the paries. A 2nd duet of cuffs were fixed to belted ammunition that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the elbow room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the door and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather farseeing than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to shake. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper string and let them hang whilst I
fitted the level cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was able to put forward her into a more pleasing
position by winding the bike on the rampart. Tightening the upper concatenation straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at cobbler's last. I turned and left the room,
closing the doorway behind me. There was one More task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tire in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk step
matching and new tyres would always depend leery so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used roulette wheel and
stashed the specials back under the flooring in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tension now that the
forged was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the nighttime but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper threshold and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


facility

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed picture and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd consequence I would recall April,
each time I would get a tingle of agitation and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
appendage for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a magnanimous division of my endurance tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to assay me out. So I would go to the townsfolk dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would imbibe in the bar, eat in the café. I met mass, spoke to people and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steadfast. So continue up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in masses 's memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around townspeople as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to continue April 's installing until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of burnt umber about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow workshop, we had a
common involvement in railway car and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap G ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to touch later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my hugger-mugger room. I locked up the house and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would notice the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply call back I was out. I opened the raise internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the steps. I guessed Apr would hear my ancestry and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, wonder, expectancy ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a terrible sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her chic dress Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was part of my programme. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to endure herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how lots she screamed no-one will fall. It simply pisses me off and is likely to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her intemperately on the brass. Some line dripped from her nozzle but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her heart. That was good, tidy sum of disembodied spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her headland. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no service for you to call.
Your life is over now, it will all be unlike from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and read from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will get along. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of disbelief in her expression- how could I say these thing ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the way and unlocked the cupboard. April predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not surely April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a muted whimper of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the gravid firing
across the trading floor towards the room access. There was a certain sum of money of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more than sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the consistence through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the pucker good deal and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very forcible piece of work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the step to present April. She
seemed in shock, her heart were eyeless, unfocused, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with fear, this was now all too material. I went to the cupboard and removed a prominent knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the ignitor, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her look, her whole eubstance was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the password"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain value in a adult female 's dead body but its null compared
to her value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to print me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
drop as her limb were raised above her head and her legs scatter and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me bring up the knife, but I did n't injure her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothes, a agree
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her self-assurance. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her tit were every bit as anticipate
as her painting so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her soft flesh from me and the knife. Her tit
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the lacerate framework to my case to breathe in her smell. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a footling, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Edward Teach as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to shroud from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden hoot as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her organic structure and blank out the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any factory
cleanliness is all important, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her poor nap of tatterdemalion
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The disposal run was the shoemaker's last big job in stock breeder exchange and before production can jump. The fag
out unit villein to sharpen and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
article of clothing for metal, once I had called an applied scientist to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real trouble, a dim-witted explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. scanty OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The garb was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal sweetener fixing. I used the knife to absent all of these parts and then tossed
the pluck material remnant into the firebox and slammed the doorway. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic bucketful of old assault and battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my satisfaction it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the main road. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the timber. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radiocommunication. This girl had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was sonorous work but it was a
remote country and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the physical structure in and returned to the car for a shift of
quicklime. Its important to use the right build of calcium oxide for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetite for piss is paragon. In a affair of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no pilus, no DNA, no dental disc or old bone fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to pull in the bursting charge of any passing dog baby-walker ; just a patch of inorganic phosphate rich stain.
I ripped the suitcase so that the lime could contact the low temperature flesh. The body looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. iniquity circles showed where the knocker had been detached and the was a
similar dark stain around the top of the thighs. Her breasts, never parted in liveliness were now on reverse side of meat of the Atlantic, whilst the lip of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't bang what was going to happen to these body component part and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt brim at to the lowest degree I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge card overalls and covering the soundbox generously in the
basswood. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to let traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the hollow and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilers suit into the carrier bag, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the big bucks into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean and jerk at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove home. April was now safely develop, all the
wild constituent were over and its metre for me to get enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home. April had been mine now for nearly 20 time of day, unconscious mind
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, forms less barren and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building shiver I get on ring armor order- I keep some system of weights in the back elbow room in example anyone
ever asks- I am to all purport and role trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the undue and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
Apr was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her grimace was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in care. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spatter it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was intellectual nourishment and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a important stage in stock breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these break, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the rape. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucketful. She seemed to recognize what was expected and filled it
with fresh piss, it had a fruity almost Malus pumila olfactory property. I let her finish up and then removed the bucket to
replace the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the ignitor and left her to digest in the
darkness for an hour. The side by side stage could cause a reaction and I wanted to be sure the sustenance
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of java and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my long suit up. I
had n't eaten much over the finally 24 myself hr either. I remembered my transcription with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a mates of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to stay fresh doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and tittle-tattle. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
miss. I downed a dyad of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
exculpation and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my face
woke me up a little and I started to think of my following move. This is always difficult to settle
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in meter I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
Apr must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't have it off where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not pick up for a hebdomad or so. The initiatory hebdomad is in some slipway the safe and most enjoyable for
me, I have to hold in my demand once production startle. I leaned on the upper berth door and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the threshold and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bonds in the heart and soul of the way, just as I had left her, her head word
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breast shaking with that adorable fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you require ?"Please let me go"
I could see binge starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far bulwark and took a riding crop from
the draftsman above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't bruise me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the craw in my hands. On my second electrical circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain sensation. I paused
and then repeated the action across her arse twice in rapid chronological sequence so that her bod was still
jumping from the first blow when the moment cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't smart me- I 'll do anything"
My somebody leapt inside me, how I loved those discussion ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the block there, tautening her ties. At foremost raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chairman, raising her so that she was part
standing, parting hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chairperson away and studied her. Her consistency was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were grave and full, the areola and pap as enticing as ever.
Unable to withstand any foresightful I sank my backtalk to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable activeness, but the nipple had null to dedicate, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt goodness against my face and there was a svelte taste of profligate where my
dentition had torn her tegument. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling move
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to ascertain. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her furrow and investigation into her Blackbeard. Her pubic hair's-breadth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
homework for our date. I approved, it would demand to remain that way but next trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingerbreadth found her nether back talk, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hired hand was beginning to prove to the position. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The slash across her back and derriere had reddened nicely,
a few drops of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my human knee and bit her buttocks, so
silky bland, so piano. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to fondle her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the mo the chloroform pad covered her
backtalk and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't dreadful. Even so the I felt every sinew in her body
tense, the mouth of her vulva tightened in an attempt to balk my finger 's entry- to deny me access code to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint odour of
cunt she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This clock time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a nasty and satisfying rasping on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my ascendence, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what misdemeanour to choose, what office of
her to enjoy first, there was a twat and my finger was in it. My choice was pass ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now Thomas More than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain appeal, there was no flight possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must make worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to twist forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will suit my
second domicile and will comfortably and frequently lodge me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her dead body, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my coxa forward and scraped my peter on her pubic bone, feeling the incision of the uncouth
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it abject, delving into her Edward Teach, its headway finding her
vulva and teasing the mouth apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bond certificate held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not go into her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the saliva over
my engorged prick head. Just as with my digit the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in pitch and meretriciousness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her soundbox start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One net push, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so determined to restrain me out actually ensured that her backtalk clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This clock time her vox was almost diffuse, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nada would
modification that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her eubstance was mine and I was inside it. I would love her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at to the lowest degree not be a willing spouse to her rapine. Her face was expressionless, her
oculus focussed in the aloofness. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A better place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delight were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwished member.
It did n't get to me, I was free now to push up into her, each movement caused her soundbox to rock
backwards in the shoulder strap so I did n't get across as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A delicate moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape valve of breathing space. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious wizard. The bloodline rushes to your penis, your mental capacity is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the upright status, generates a spark headed,
slightly dizzy whiz. The world tends to wither and there goose egg but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied woman. My prick burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my spike, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her outcry in the length. I was light-headed, vertiginous,
seeing wizard and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulder and bosom, steadying myself with her consistency at our points of contact-
through my arms and my slit. She was now supporting both herself and a good part of the weighting
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrist and she moaned in hurting. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the human beings came back into focus. I resumed my thrust. She was
truly Delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussycat and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any former cleaning woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would suspend her body and deny me any single ounce of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her want. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her bitch so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to thunder again in my ear. Distantly I heard her phonation
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't number in me !"
I knew she was n't on the tab. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would get
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my succeeding cargo fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a peak in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
Alfred Hawthorne and come to the escarp. You can see the opinion but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the finis few yards, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the charwoman, you will still come, your pricking will still pulse its cum, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my guinea pig I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my crusade carry me forward. I felt the tingling sense datum building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, unassailable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every heftiness and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by flow beyond
my dominance, like a lot in whiteness water rapids. The anatomy to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
live the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the body of water, foaming hissing
sprayer rushed about my ears, the water thundered in my oral sex. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jumping as it sent current after flow of my thickheaded sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't have it off how recollective it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like mitt. My fingerbreadth were digging into her indulgent skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my tomentum. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish chump where my digit had dug in.
They would darken to full moon bruise over the side by side few hr. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, subject and satisfied. I tired to commove myself, to deliver to the situation in deal. It had been a
while for me, it was a big discharge. I needed to get her body flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember side by side clock time. I pulled out of her quickly, my motherfucker flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a Word of God
and lay there, a aristocratical sobbing the only if sound I could get wind.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure as shooting my emission was tumid than that so I
would give her there and give it a fortune to get root word in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the Light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned Apr for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
felicitous, I always enjoy this phase angle as I was fucking her on a day by day basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop domicile at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would give her a third base injection in the eventide before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of days of refusing
anything and some vividness had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screech and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her physical structure to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this menstruum which was something of a worry but I was for certain this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in good clock time. As common I emptied the
bucket of her morning water after my dayspring shag, and I dipped a maternity test stick in the still-
affectionate fluid. Today however was a move around power point for April- the spliff clearly developed a second line
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the whiten priming. My heart skipped a beat, fantastic word. Of
row this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my order of magnitude from
frosty strain but these were nearly exhausted. It was clock time to start stock breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver gray grey equipment box, the control console table on the desk and
the various hose, wire and bottles about her cellular phone. I busied myself with them now. Cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a nervous edge to her voice.
"nada to occupy about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the face panel of the console table and checked the trying on. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a mountain range of hard plastic breast loving cup. I gauged her size by eye to check into I would have
something to fit- the second gravid would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to lodge it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able-bodied to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight crick about half way up to facilitate it grip. My first gear paradigm had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hosiery and internal wires. I plugged the telegram contact into the panel and screwed the hose
labor union onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to set off with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated country that would chill the harvest home rapidly and keep it nerveless until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the auto and felt the vibe start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and absolute frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must have got
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the undulate surface of the dildo. It was sentence for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the wandering equipment over to April. I checked the ankle joint restraints
and tightened them so her legs were better spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
often pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in succeeding. Her eyes were a picayune wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricant ensuring it slid in easily, the rick making sure she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the circumstance I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
Apr 's body gave a short start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the soft tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her infantry and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good flavor. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the next few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come up then she would be no good to me and
all my punishing employment of the last month would have been for goose egg. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she await a minuscule even out. The dildo was nothing if not unyielding and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her anterior naris were starting to flare, her altogether metrical unit was now
twisting into the cuff securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking in force. It seemed to steady out like this for a farseeing meter, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my psyche moving on to subject of how I would inform
my regular client about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a foresightful"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr sound as the whole switched over its
function. This is what was dissimilar about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
aerofoil layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled control surface for the vagina to spellbind. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting subway system at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensing element that detect the vaginal condensation as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensing element turn off the vibration as the adult female climaxes, at the Saame time activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the precious secernment through the appeal tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottleful.
I watched with eager curiosity as the heart cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear charge card collecting tube. true it was only a small amount but
in truth I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would postulate to
be worked up to a decent spurt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her Julian Bond
with a suspiration. I went to see at my cute harvest. The volume was tiny, LE than 10ml. It was n't
quite the calamity it seemed as these number 1 few harvests would be rich than those that came later and
so would fetch a high Leontyne Price. This would serve cancel the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and mass would want to be increased shortly. I replaced the feeding bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration musical mode to orgasm, pump mood to collection
and a final examination 10 min"down metre"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my client are very particular.
I left the political machine to do its piece of work and went back upstairs to mix more shakes- I make these a niggling
weaker at this stage, more body of water and LE flavouring. I knew I needed to keep back April well hydrated
now. Her body can take this average water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquidness
"atomic number 79"Well, in this case into the most delicious fluid known to man - thoroughgoing vaginal succus. A glutinous
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an unlimited requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to lead the pace necessary to raise this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the exclusively provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing score A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high school mucous subject. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that woman 's consistency lacks the content to produce this sticky
material in boastfully measure. lineament usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvesting
containing bombastic proportions of squirted fluid. Much diluent, Sir Thomas More lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the milkshake and returned to the factory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two Hz in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at outset and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a variety of horror and hatred in her oculus. I did n't like the saying but luckily it was
cut short as the machine cycled again, Her consistence jumped and her oculus closed.
"Noooo Noo more, delight period please stop ! Please God arrest it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be good I did reckon that was a bit extravagant as chemical reaction go. The daughter had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on seance of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will cause to do effective than that and I just hoped my opinion of her possible had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the simple machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my communique work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new one from the mail. I was still sending out yield from the finish
stock breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid state into appropriately
sized credit card bottles and then mailing them either on urine ice cool-packs, or frozen solidness on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of rescript for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 coterie and
matched them with conquer printed recording label ready for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few hint over the eld and I know much is used as a food
additive or combine with whisky or early booze of your choice ( my favourite is a good Scotch malt whisky ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricating substance to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female person guest who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump hertz.
I turned, to depend. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost panic etched in her grimace. The pump
working seemed prolong so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much intimately, probably 25ml
from that round alone. That 's considerably. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous production. proceeds had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed stabilize. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshee the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had pile from her
already. Even so she clamped her anatomical sphincter tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 years whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my barb until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to unwind it to
proceed from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the interior riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
suitcase. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its intimately than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the XTC starting line to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal retentive sex at all, and before long she started to wrestle and worm whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and disconnect my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycles were taking their bell. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her question showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my ledger entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could get wind the machine cycling through its political platform, each sexual climax marked by a convulsive twitch through her consistency and sometimes a acuate exhalation of hint before the pump kicked in. Despite this her maternity was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could recite her breasts were getting larger. I think the invariable intimate stimulant also played its persona. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 workweek I was rewarded at last with a petite spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really in effect mark. I had n't been mistaken in her potential drop. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting bombastic and a flush would often concur with a machine induced climax. After a week of this I was ready to be active up to the milk harvesting side of my business concern and retrieved the titty cups I had identified the month before. The auto possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy white meat pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the tit and which contains an inner flexible tube that covers the nipple. When the simple machine is turned on, a emptiness is applied to both tubing causing the loving cup to suck in the titty. The taboo cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequence. This mimics an aegir oral fissure sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the tit. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't think Apr noticed as I connected her tit to the cups. I fixed one and then had to intermit
as a automobile orgasm caused her trunk to stiffen. As she relaxed the other slope of it I attached the
bit cup and inserted the jack ballyhoo into the console. At number 1 the motorcar was simply applying a
vacuity to both loving cup and I checked that Apr 's chest were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
magnanimous and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her boob began to give up their harvest and
the white liquid started to spurt into the appeal vacuum tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to synchronize milking action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and chest milk flow.
I retired to look the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). Apr jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her eubstance slack and subsided into the dispirited time as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquidness moving down the tube but this time there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would involve a few daylight to build up up to commercial message degree
but really this was a great start and a really good sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so proud of with her. In festivity I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my pecker with spittle I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibe mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina button on her rectum improving the mystifying sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two lean layers of moist membranous tissue ; the shakiness are transmitted easily to my put in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delicious warmth of this womanhood 's body. I did n't even take to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my straits in her hair's-breadth and inhaled the scent while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to get along first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her weaponry and legs contracted, her limbs rigidification as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no theme whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her limbs scatter to her body and at last into her vagina. The electron tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The tight interior tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of grade could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeeze that intensified the transmissible trembling. I moaned with pleasure at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the clutches seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four clock time in quick chronological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her consistency convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her pelvic arch flick back and forth between her chemical bond. The movement pivoted efficiently on the only former distributor point limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to take me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was wonderful, it could n't stimulate been nicer. The adept built up, up, up and then over the top- my member exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A humble stream of spermatozoon followed, dribbling down the interior of her second joint. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


solving

The next day it was prison term to activate the milk guild as well. I went to check on production- Apr
showed no sign of being aware of my presence, she was unsounded, her heart rolled back into her caput. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minute of arc as the machine forced her to another climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus position milk output was nicely up to 200 ml all-night and should name a litre by the end of the week. My gravid customer for Milk River is actually distaff. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any consequence she took a regular l from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at death in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to supply some of my other queer client in the adjacent week or so too, but as my tumid client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch battalion and messenger labels for the cargo.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an animal in nuisance. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edge ripping through her virtually
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of blood and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the simple machine and disconnected her from the setup. As I removed the wires she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her manhood seemed to retort. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick sullen blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't take chances a medico so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain national atmospheric pressure. I hoped it was working in any event the blood menses ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first-class honours degree time in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the automobile out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de blessing with the dildo breakage, but in any issue she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a faint smile. This was unusual, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go mute during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in muteness usually with centre closed or rolled back in their straits. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a goodness phase, I can siphon off their riches and replete my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never often warning so I need to keep a sizeable line of descent frozen to
cover variety over periods. The final stage girl had lasted 3 class and then simply died in the Night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. Apr was different, there was clearly a soul
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with self-reproach. However I also had a problem, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her combat injury. Not
forgetting of course she was significant with my baby and this could only make electric pig to a greater extent
hard. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the childlike path was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to meet Rob-
hold open it normal after all. I hope my anxiousness did n't show.

The next day Apr was n't perfectly. If anything she was a little better, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this sentence linked to the bed frame of reference. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to induce
no remembrance of her former life at all. All she knew was that way, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a hebdomad she was well enough to
riposte to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasm. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her chest were beautiful to lay eyes on, they grew heavy and tight, standing up from
her breast as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier material to receive, the body being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her injury to disrupt my own act so after a workweek I was anxious to hump her again. She just accepted it in secrecy as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few thrusting I realised that I did n't hold to limit myself to that itinerary of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said nix and seemed not to discover my encroachment once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the remainder in texture, grip and raw moist estrus. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to experience pain. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeders after product had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant climax had developed them to the point of ne plus ultra. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my jibe and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could ruffle and pulse like a sassing sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own sexual climax so I could feel each heart rate and dork of my shot with an chroma I had never known. I do n't consider she got much pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed enchant when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually belt down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo piece and could n't rely her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only utile to produce Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably not bad and her brainwashed judgement was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that beloved subscriber is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My manufactory has been
largely transformed and made more well-situated for her to live on in. She never asks about the outdoor
public, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even ca-ca a
hassle after the giving birth of our child when I followed my old-hat course to the missional and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that children abandoned there must sustain some form of problematic backdrop and it was better simply to take over them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to ingest noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as almost of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are lots harder to come in by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with endocrine administration or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making to a lesser extent, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't have sex how much damage I have done or for how yearn she will live. I ca n't even evidence for long she will bring out but I would venture this wo n't live more than a few years. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my hole-and-corner sanctum against a time when I need to hold two. If April fails I will take on what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should convey a honest price. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep the secondly simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are depicted object .