ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The Nox 's exercise had left my soundbox feeling pleasantly used, I took a collation of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the piercingly crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely seat. I admired the persuasion 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 difficult but I have to refill the breeder or my supply line literally dries up. Clients
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their business elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely mindful that I am only as
expert as my finally consignment. It would study a while but I should have supplies before my next
shipment are due.
The breakfast word came on the TV ... a write up about a missing miss. I tensed but no-one in the dining car
seemed to notice. There was a word picture, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate lady friend was now confined.
It had been pretty gentle, a text case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new collaborator, a new founding father for her kid. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the offset two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too bore. Each clock time building a little to a greater extent confidence. I took the
opportunity to hear Sir Thomas More about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more knowledgeable variety. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a pick on furrow to match more closely her ideal- the stoutness middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, prolific and with a body already prepared
for my use by prior vaginal birth. She was well fleshed with larger than medium titty. When I saw
her image it was her breasts that had sealed her circumstances. Their skin was creamy white, but the obscure
outline of her nervure spread like a river scheme beneath. Her nipples were spacious with spreading
areolae and each bore a striking berry-like teat at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested safe potential for output ; water-rich chassis and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to glean her breasts for a month or so but they were a impregnable guide to breeder
selection.
On her third request I agreed to fill, I asked her to take the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and adjoin me for a drink and repast at a topical anesthetic restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street epithet, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive topographic point and she would be both strike and tempted. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my assumed name in subject she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 second before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a tike 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 go far together ? I had taken my clock time and built the corporate trust, she did n't even interrogate it
and happily agreed to get off 4 full stop out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus full stop for folks heading to the lake, a shortsighted walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the arrest a loud Bronx cheer escaping its air brakes. A
single female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone charwoman would alight in this
lonely spot so recently in the eventide then they did n't register it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a flurry of detritus and spent diesel.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the stop consonant with its light source on- obvious for her to see. I of line was n't in it. To reach it
Apr would take to walk past the sinister section of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupier she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding billet, closer, closer. She was one measure to my leftfield, she was in battlefront of me and then one step to
my rightfulness, in movement of my hiding place. I rose silently like a malevolent flavour from the grave accent, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Gustavus Franklin Swift drive I reached around her promontory clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The terror, the
sudden exhaling and expiration of breath would be followed by a oceanic abyss aspiration that would aid my
intention. Her body was tense in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first literal impinging
with her breasts. They were large and heavy. Her aroma was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweetness ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally tearing inspiration. It was an inadequate conflict. I
am not a solid man but I had the duplicate constituent of surprise and prep. Perhaps I should add a
third ... pattern ? Her oculus rolled upwards in her head, her chapeau dropped and her body went wilted in
my blazonry. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in spot for a wide-cut min more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual commentator would n't even recognise she was
there.
I did a U turn and repel back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner reserve. The County line of merchandise was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the rich H2O below. A little foster on I stopped and buried her
bag and its message ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might describe back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 moment. It was a yearn campaign and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own driving. I lived on the
outskirt of town- quiet and private. My sign of the zodiac was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with enceinte front yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a articulated lorry derelict Buick post
wagon stood in the parkway a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few early old
classics stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden edifice some 50 yards form the main sign of the zodiac. It looked a picayune derelict, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to open the door before driving the car fully in and
closing the room access behind. best to act fast. I opened the back end of the car and pulled out my plunder. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half carried one-half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The back of the station was covered with a fitted shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil derriere, a few car spare and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached senior high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged subject revealing the wooden paries behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the hidden door clicked overt an inch or two. I pulled it broad and then dragged
her limp soundbox down the stair behind, trying not to get too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the luminance, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 base underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
thought this was my secret, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the nidus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the way, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a sump and rap, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelves bore my boxing slip and mailing supplies. On the decent
there sat an old refrigerator next to a modest chest freezer. There was a pulley-block bike mounted eminent
on the rampart above the freezer and connected to some contrast that fed through a indorse pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the way. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the room access through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasion when I had a rush order and I needed to stay on site. The left hand bulwark was covered in my guild and yield charts and in straw man of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the nub of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
initiation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some canonical padding on
the butt. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into racks at the groundwork. There were a few
switches, a couple of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, region pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the hot seat hung a twain off cuffs attached to the lines
coming from the the pulley. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the bike positioned on the paries. A second pair of turnup were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete level of the room. All seemed ok, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the room access and propped her up on the president. I was in somewhat of a rushing
since it had now been rather farsighted than 20 bit since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the pep pill chain of mountains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the storey turnup to her ankle. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more pleasing
attitude by winding the bike on the wall. Tightening the upper chains straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her headland. Secure at utmost. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one Sir Thomas More task-tedious but of the essence, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of Tyre in the underfloor review pit- could n't gamble step
matching and new tyres would always appear suspicious so I had acquired a irregular set long ago for
use in breeder enlisting. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the fourth dimension I had finished. Maybe it was the embossment of tension now that the
unsound was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the dark but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the get down doorway, and left up
the stairs closing the upper threshold and swinging ledge securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
review pit and stored rack and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
service department. Calmly I closed the doorway and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed house painting and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would withdraw April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. initiation is always a thrilling
physical process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large part of my survival maneuver is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"leery ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the town dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and bored citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep up the convention behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the midsection of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in hoi polloi 's memory. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around Town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to bear on April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow workshop, we had a
common stake in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the fight thou ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to get together later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the household and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the room access behind me- if anyone called they would discover the theater apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply believe I was out. I opened the rear end intimate threshold and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would hear my lineage and I wondered what she would feel- certainly awe ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower room access and stepped into the elbow room, slamming it behind me. April was a fearful sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart attire Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a riot as I entered. No job, it was office of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to fall apart herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is potential to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the aspect. Some stock dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her middle. That was full, mint of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nada but walked over to her and twisted her tomentum round behind her head. I put my side
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 help for you to call.
Your life is over now, it will all be dissimilar from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can shout all you like, and no-one will hail. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't potential, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the closet. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin line drive I 'm not certain April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of revulsion and all colour drained from her cheek. I dragged the heavy dismissal
across the level towards the door. There was a sure amount of outflow and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched to a greater extent sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the soundbox through the door and started up the steps. The pocket head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very forcible work this. I bundled it into the rear end of the car in preparation for
the Night 's disposal head trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stair to present April. She
seemed in shock, her optic were eyeless, unfocused, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her center nearly popped out of her facial expression, her unit soundbox was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't give birth worried. There is a certain value in a woman 's short body but its nothing compared
to her economic value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
attire she had put on to strike me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
drib as her blazonry were raised above her head and her ramification spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't suffer her, I simply used the blade to fleece through the framework of the
dress, severing the waistcloth, tearing the sleeves and articulatio humeri and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the attire off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a meet
bra and gasp set- maybe intended to delight me as my reward if our eve had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the berm straps.
The bra joined the shredded frock. I turned to await at April, her knocker were every bit as anticipate
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked gruelling, rippling with a liquid liquidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her flaccid flesh from me and the tongue. Her mamilla
were hardening nicely in the ice chest air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the displume fabric to my expression to inhale her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a niggling, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Edward Thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden razzing as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forget the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the pile and went to the closet for my cleanup gear. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic good deal of tattered
clothing and left, locking the room access behind me.
The disposal run was the end big job in stock breeder exchange and before production can start. The worn
out unit serve to center and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the liberation. I paused in the garage where the heating plant furnace was situated. I checked the
vesture for metal, once I had called an applied scientist to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real number problem, a simple account was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in commencement with only a twinge of ruefulness,
their scent had been intoxicating but grounds is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made indisputable there was no metallic element I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metallic element claw fastener. I used the knife to remove all of these section and then tossed
the torn fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic pail of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these musical arrangement to my gratification it was now getting night. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the timber. It was a long campaign and I knew I would n't arrive before shadow so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This little girl had been missing for nearly three geezerhood now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively slacken about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow oceanic abyss. It was laboured work but it was a
remote domain and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the decently var. of lime for these disposition, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetite for water is ideal. In a matter of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no tomentum, no DNA, no dental records or old pearl geological fault. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the bursting charge of any passing dog go-cart ; just a patch of phosphate rich filth.
I ripped the grip so that the hydrated lime could contact the insensate flesh. The consistence looked miserable now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
interchangeable dark stain around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in life story were now on contrary sides of the Atlantic, whilst the sassing of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to happen to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her twat lips at least I was reasonably sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on credit card boilers suit and covering the torso generously in the
lime. It was dusty material and I did n't want to have traceable alluviation on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the soundbox with the earth I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the parcel 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. Apr was now safely organise, all the
risky voice were over and its sentence for me to lead off enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


generalization

It was getting late when I returned home. April had been mine now for nearly 20 minute, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that clock time. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, phase less wasteland and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a eubstance building trill I get on mail order- I keep some free weight in the back room in sheath anyone
ever asks- I am to all intention and design trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the inordinate and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the handshaking in a paper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
Apr was hanging in her chemical bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fearfulness. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food for thought is a crucial degree in stock breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to remark the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the cesspool 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 know what was expected and filled it
with refreshful urine, it had a fruity almost orchard apple tree scent. I let her terminate and then removed the pail to
exchange the chairperson. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
darkness for an hour. The side by side phase could cause a reaction and I wanted to be surely the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten often over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my agreement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a brace of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to proceed doing the average !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
lady friend. I downed a yoke of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly sluttish headed when I made my
exculpation and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my station, the cool air on my face
woke me up a little and I started to think of my next motility. This is always unmanageable to decide
because when you can do anything how do pick out ? Probably, in fourth dimension I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some variety of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will necessitate of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first calendar week is in some ways the unspoilt and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my requirement once product beginning. I leaned on the amphetamine doorway and
belched. I jerked it open and step a short unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the brightness level. Apr was hung from her bond paper in the centre of the room, just as I had left her, her head
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breasts shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see rent starting at the quoin of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding craw from
the draftsman above the cupboard. Her oculus widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my paw. On my second circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action across her behind twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't offend me- I 'll do anything"
My somebody leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive 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 pulley there, tautening her affiliation. At initiatory raising only her arms
above her heading, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, part wall hanging in her turnup. I kicked the professorship away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were with child and replete, the areolae and pap as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any retentive I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable natural action, but the nipple had nada to establish, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her knocker felt good against my face and there was a slight gustatory modality of blood where my
tooth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, concern or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my moment hand to plough
her furrow and probe into her Thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would need to stay put that way but futurity trimming was down
to me- I could n't hazard her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her under lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the early hand was beginning to rise to the situation. I unfastened from
her pap and went behind her again. The welts across her back and buttock had reddened nicely,
a few drops of blood oozed from the terminal of the slash where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her stemma salty and metallic on my clapper. I sank to my knees and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum brass and probed her ass, she was compressed 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 minute the trichloromethane pad covered her
mouthpiece and even as she lost knowingness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every musculus in her soundbox
tense, the rim of her vulva tightened in an attempt to stand firm my finger 's entry- to deny me access code to
her deeper delectation. I withdrew my finger and put it in my oral fissure. There was only a faint scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the digit with my spittle and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscle, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled bulwark, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this woman under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to choose, what function of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My choice was vindicated ! It had been made
automatically by my own organic structure 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than than anything ... I withdrew my finger's breadth and started to strip. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape cock possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the trading floor, my son of a bitch was standing proud like a range pole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't care about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
back base and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her center looked affright. I rubbed myself on her dead body, feeling the turgid breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my peter on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it depress, delving into her Thatch, its straits finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her puss, the tactile sensation was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my bridge player, wiping the saliva over
my engorged putz caput. Just as with my digit the lubrication will aid my insight. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in sales talk and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her part was no almost a scream as I felt her body start to give to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my push. Strangely the tension in her
musculus that was so determined to prevent me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her vocalism was almost soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
modification that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would delight her. Her torso sagged in her cuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her rape. Her face was expressionless, her
middle focussed in the distance. 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 unknown 's
unwished-for member.
It did n't annoy me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A easy moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing relief valve of breath. Her centre closed
and a tear rolled own her face. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensation. The roue thrill to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical stead, generates a lighter headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the fantastic fuck-stuff of
the tied womanhood. My tool burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. ancestry rushed
in my ears, I could learn it pounding almost drowning her vociferation in the distance. I was empty-headed, airheaded,
seeing headliner and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my weaponry and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a good persona of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrist joint and she moaned in painful sensation. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the humanity came back into direction. I resumed my thrust. She was
truly luscious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any other cleaning lady ? Or is it the fact that she does not need me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and deny me any unmarried ounce of joy
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 matter.
I carried on, plunging deep into her twat so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't follow in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the tablet. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would add up
in her, and proceed coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was prolific, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as hanker as I could before either my next commitment fell
due or nature took its course and my come found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will make out. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and add up to the escarpment. You can see the view but it is too tardy to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will take you the last few yards, over the edge and you will dump hasty
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nihility. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the womanhood, you will still fall, your dick will still pulsate its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my endeavour carry me forward. I felt the tingling aesthesis building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stiff even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself var.,
tightening every brawniness and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control, like a quite a little in white urine rapids. The build to orgasm climb, mounting and then at
live the peck flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spraying rushed about my ears, the pee thundered in my head. I burst within her, my peter twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after flow of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like mitt. My fingers were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish marks where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full phase of the moon contusion over the future few time of day. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, subject and meet. I tired to rouse myself, to devolve to the situation in hired hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. I needed to get her consistence flatter, before the volume of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the president too far away, Oh well I
would think of following time. I pulled out of her quickly, my twinge flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the bulwark, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the story. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a aristocratical sobbing the lonesome auditory sensation I could pick up.
I parted her legs and studied her twat, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would exit her there and founder it a chance to drive root word in the fertile grease of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the light as I left.


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I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquirement. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily 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 home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some Day I would give her a third 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 span of daytime of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her buttock. She did n't say much but she had stopped
shrieking and generally did n't battle. She just abdicated her consistence to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As usual I emptied the
pail of her morning urine after my forenoon fucking, and I dipped a pregnancy psychometric test stick in the still-
lovesome fluid. Today however was a twist compass point for April- the reefer clearly developed a second line
and the Bible"pregnant"appeared on the white soil. My center skipped a pulsation, fantastic news. Of
course this also meant that I would induce to throw overboard vaginal sex for the foreseeable futurity but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my orders from
icy farm animal but these were nearly exhausted. It was meter to set off breeder yield and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the atomic number 47 Zane Grey equipment box, the ascendence cabinet on the desk and
the versatile hoses, wires and nursing bottle about her prison cell. 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 skittish boundary to her voice.
"naught to interest about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the social movement panel of the console and checked the trying on. interior was a large-ish dildo
body structure and a range of tough plastic knocker loving cup. I gauged her size by eye to check I would make
something to fit- the second with child would fit. I would n't require this for a month or so but it was as
well to be set up because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to purchase order it. The equipment was mounted on Castor so I was able to pedal it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a slight delicacy for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 in long and ribbed along its distance. It was n't
quite straight but had a flimsy kink about half way up to help oneself it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penial part of the dildo was attached to a foresighted transparent
charge card hose and internal telegram. I plugged the wire inter-group communication into the panel and screwed the hosepipe
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly diminished 100 ml collectors ; I thought it scoop to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due form. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the root word control board of the machine and clipped the feeding bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated orbit that would cool the harvest rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the simple machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and relative frequency to more appease"introductory"background and then turned off. April must consume
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 rippled surface of the dildo. It was clip for her to
find out.
I pulled up a can and dragged the peregrine equipment over to April. I checked the ankle control
and tightened them so her pegleg were advantageously spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
practically pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use former
openings in succeeding. Her eyes were a little unfounded and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slip in easily, the rick making for sure she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the stage setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a trivial start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the assuage tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a sound spirit. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the side by side few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no good to me and
all my heavy work of the conclusion calendar month would have been for nothing. 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 tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a little level. The dildo was cypher if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to flare, her whole foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking respectable. It seemed to steady out like this for a tenacious metre, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to complete but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a fair sex with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my judgement moving on to affair of how I would inform
my veritable customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden pant, another, another
and then a farsighted"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a cryptical throb Brrrr sound as the social unit switched over its
function. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layer, a
surface layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled Earth's surface for the vagina to grip. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a primal tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting vacuum tube at its alkali. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure detector that detect the vaginal contractions as the cleaning lady
orgasms. orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the charwoman coming, at the same clip activating the
pumping circuits to distill all the cherished secretion through the assembling thermionic tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with aegir curiosity as the pump hertz cut in. There was a time lag but then I was ravish
to see some fluid moving down the absolved plastic assemblage vacuum tube. true up it was only a small sum but
in verity I had n't expected production to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at first as I knew she would want to
be worked up to a decent spirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a suspiration. I went to look at my precious harvest. The volume was tiny, to a lesser extent than 10ml. It was n't
quite the calamity it seemed as these showtime few harvests would be ample than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher price. This would help offset the effects of the abject mass but not
entirely so, and volume would require to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my nates. 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 arcanum of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration mode to orgasm, pump musical mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this perpetual
cycling that builds up secretion book and improves my crop as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the bike and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my client are very special.
I left the political machine to do its oeuvre and went back on a higher floor to mix more shakes- I make these a footling
weaker at this stage, Thomas More piddle and lupus erythematosus flavouring. I knew I needed to keep Apr well hydrated
now. Her body can film this ordinary bicycle H2O and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"Well, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - double-dyed vaginal succus. A sticky
slimy and delightful secretion for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the steps necessity to produce this harvesting in the
measure needed and at the Price demanded by the grocery. I was n't the only supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a in high spirits mucous substance. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that adult female 's body lacks the capacity to produce this sticky
material in prominent measure. character usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger dimension of squirted fluid. much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake 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 cycles in my absence seizure. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first off and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a smorgasbord of repugnance and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short as the machine cycled again, Her soundbox jumped and her heart closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stopover ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No Thomas More no Sir Thomas More !"
To be honorable I did think that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on seance of rule 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 have to do better than that and I just hoped my assessment of her electric potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the political machine to do its piece of work. I found the rhythmical pounding and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch oeuvre, retrieving the standing orders from the
reckoner and adding the new 1 from the mail service. I was still sending out yield from the lastly
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a heavy
amount of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottleful and then mailing them either on pee ice cool-packs, or frozen solid state on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of orders 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 packs and
matched them with earmark printed labels gear up for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my guest did with their orders, obviously in this patronage you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the years and I know much is used as a food
additive or interracial with whisky or other booze of your choice ( my favourite is a right Scotch malt whiskey ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female clients who use it as a pelt treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud pant from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to take care. April was staring at me, her center wide, almost affright etched in her face. The pump
working seemed extended so I checked the bottle- yield now seemed a lot considerably, probably 25ml
from that hertz alone. That 's unspoilt. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to get off.
"Be unspoilt honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


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I 'd been using Apr for a month now of continuous yield. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. 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 plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a material battle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my tool until it at
last went in. The parsimoniousness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to make relaxed it to
keep from tearing. The bother with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the national wavelet ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
clasp. 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 better than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her impertinence until I could feel the raptus start to ramp up in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and wriggle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my scratch, her campaign in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production oscillation were taking their toll. April did n't count at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her foreland showing only the Edward Douglas White Jr.. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my ingress there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could discover the machine cycling through its program, each climax marked by a spastic twitch through her eubstance and sometimes a acute exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynecologist but I could order her tit were getting larger. I think the unvarying sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to suck from her and after only 8 calendar week I was rewarded at end with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her electric potential. Over the future few years I emptied her twice a day straight into my sass. The volume was getting expectant and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was fix to make a motion up to the Milk harvest side of my business and retrieved the bosom cups I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle building block and a pregnancy knocker pump. There was an stunned cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexible thermionic vacuum tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum cleaner is applied to both tubes causing the cup to suck in the chest. The proscribed cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eagre mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting void and tugging on the tit. The intimate tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola profoundly interior.
I do n't call back Apr noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to hesitate
as a auto orgasm caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of meat of it I attached the
mo cup and inserted the seaman plugs into the console table. At first the political machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both loving cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
boastfully and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal off perfectly onto her agglomerate. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating subroutine on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and never-ending suck are relentless. Eventually her white meat began to make up their harvest and
the Caucasian liquid started to spout into the collection 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 simple machine back to synchronize milking action with sexual climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the grim time as the
pumps did their oeuvre. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
comme il faut Milk River yield too. Once more this would take a few days to build up to commercial-grade levels
but really this was a great scratch and a really good sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so delight with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my putz with saliva 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 manner started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the cryptic sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two melt off stratum of moist membranous tissue ; the shaking are transmitted easily to my inserted member whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmness of this woman 's body. I did n't even take to displace, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my head in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her arms and ramification contracted, her tree branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no melodic theme whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The latent hostility in her branch bedcover to her body and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The tight intragroup tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my member to a delicious clinch that intensified the send vibe. I moaned with pleasance at the shudder her rectum was providing. Incredibly the handle seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four time in nimble succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her eubstance convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrist joint and ankles the paroxysm made her pelvic girdle flick back and forth between her bond paper. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her motion ; my sneak in penis. It was as if she was consciously jerk backwards and forwards onto me in an feat to progress to me descend. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the consequence was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The wiz built up, up, up and then over the top- my phallus exploding into her as her anal 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 still as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small stream of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her trespass she did n't read it. I took some of her Milk and went upstairs to take a crap coffee.


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The next day it was time to trigger the Milk River orders as well. I went to ensure on production- April
showed no sign of being cognisant of my presence, she was soundless, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so second as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the asset side of meat milk output was nicely up to 200 ml nightlong and should make a litre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually female. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from leave military volunteer ? In any event she took a regular litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the pause in supply. I was at survive in a lieu to station her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to furnish some of my other frustrated customers in the next hebdomad or so too, but as my largest customer it was crucial I kept her well-chosen. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier labels for the cargo.

Just then April screamed- More of a howl really, like an brute in pain. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her nigh
confidant shape. She was losing a lot of ancestry and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wire she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to come back. I released her arm and lowered her to the floor. midst drear blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't chance a doctor so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any effect the blood flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first time in workweek she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not certainly if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go mute during production. They settle into a everyday, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with centre closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a good phase, I can siphon their riches and fill my monastic order
until one day they just fail. There 's never much monition so I need to hold back a tidy stock frozen to
cover song change over periods. The utmost female child had lasted 3 class and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the irregular day of production. April was different, there was clearly a mortal
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. 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 lesion. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make disposal more
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 uncomplicated row was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired on a higher floor leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to fit Rob-
hold it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't suddenly. If anything she was a lilliputian better, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuff again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her former aliveness at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no perm attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to drive climax. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew with child and tight, standing up from
her breast as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visit to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier textile to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for outside consumption. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own routine so after a week I was anxious to have it off her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from rear end. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't throw to fix myself to that route of entering any Sir Thomas 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 null and seemed not to discover my invasion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her pee. It was fantastic to be back in a vagina- I relished the departure in texture, travelling bag and raw moist heating plant. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to live pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after product had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprise Apr 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the never-ending orgasms had developed them to the stage of beau ideal. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the rip supplying ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouthpiece sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could finger each pulse and jerk of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got a lot joy 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 enthrall when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually shoot down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo portion and could n't trust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably bang-up and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the care. I have to hold I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 class now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfy for her to inhabit in. She never asks about the outside
human race, 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 bore to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even pee-pee a
tiff after the birthing of our child when I followed my well-worn path to the missioner and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Monk there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could hazard that children abandoned there must have some variety of problematic background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any result they never seem to own noticed that 10 of their orphans actually percentage a father. My income has shrunk as about of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much harder to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to save her lactating continuously either with endocrine government activity or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her bosom have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making LE, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems salubrious but I do n't have sex how much damage I have done or for how foresighted she will inhabit. I ca n't even state for long she will produce but I would guess this wo n't utmost more than a few years. If her milk fails I will take to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground holy against a time when I need to oblige two. If Apr fails I will lease what note value is left from her, and her breasts at least should convey a just Price. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeder anyway and proceed the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the metre being both I and Apr are substance .