ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairperson 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 bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the border from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee bean. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a fixture. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely ass. I admired the sentiment for a bit before calling her over to order Sir Thomas More
chocolate.
It had been a successful Nox and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my supplying line literally dries up. node
across the worldly concern would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost club ”.
They will take their line of work elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my terminal consignment. It would take a while but I should have supplies before my next
freight are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a impression, it was n't even a good similitude and I relaxed. My cut were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new better half, a new Father-God for her fry. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the starting time two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each prison term building a little Thomas More corporate trust. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more intimate mixed bag. Mine were not of me of grade, I 'd chosen
them from a survival of the fittest on line to match more closely her ideal- the stoutness middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in judgement. April, I had learned
was 24, a bingle parent. This all boded well for me, immature, fat and with a body already organise
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with prominent than average breasts. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy gabardine, but the dark
precis of her veins spread like a river scheme beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore a salient berry-like tit at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested good potentiality for yield ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to harvest her white meat for a month or so but they were a strong pathfinder to breeder
survival.
On her third request I agreed to fulfill, I asked her to take the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and receive me for a drink and meal at a local restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street public figure, BAR and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive situation and she would be both imprint and invite. I
even phoned to puddle a qualification under my assumed name in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minute of arc before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a kid change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop class as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a twosome of Chicago earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my sentence and built the trust, she did n't even interview it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on wood in
fact, but served by a bus stop for family line heading to the lake, a short walk through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood.
However this time in the even and this time of twelvemonth there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the chaparral, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its luminousness glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air pasture brake. A
one distaff figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone adult female would light in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't read it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a fuss of junk and spent diesel motor.
April stood at the layover and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
grounds from the stop with its lighting on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To reach it
April would ingest to walk past the darkest part of the Dubya, 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 place, closer, closer. She was one step to my left hand, she was in front of me and then one step to
my right hand, in front of my cover position. I rose silently like a malevolent intent from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one western fence lizard effort I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue over her sass and olfactory organ. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a deep inhalant that would aid my
purposes. Her eubstance was tense in my grasp, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my 1st real contact
with her breasts. They were large and dense. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to strike me- afters ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent aspiration. It was an unequal battle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin elements of surprise and readying. Perhaps I should add a
tierce ... practice ? Her oculus rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her consistency went limp in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a full minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the relaxation of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any insouciant beholder would n't even sleep with she was
there.
I did a U play and aim back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge circuit and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A niggling farther on I stopped and buried her
bag and its table of contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minutes. It was a yearn drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and private. My house was wooden structure detached and set in a low
garden with large straw man yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a semi abandoned ship Buick station
estate car stood in the cause 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 building some 50 one thousand form the main house. It looked a little abandoned ship, round-eyed and
run down. An honest building that could blot out nothing.
I parked in front end of the garage and got out to spread the room access before driving the car fully in and
closing the threshold behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my trophy. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half express one-half dragged her to the rear of the
service department. The back of the place was covered with a fitted shelving whole on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and pecker. I dropped her on the storey and reached high-pitched up on the right hand for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden paries behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the hidden doorway clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her hobble body down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too much combat injury or bruising.
We reached the tush, I opened the third threshold and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my factory storey. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secret, my sanctum ; the beginning of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a prompt glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to grey. On the far paries there was a sink and taps, a few ability sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The ledge bore my backpacking cases and mailing supply. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a diminished chest of drawers freezer. There was a pulley-block wheel mounted richly
on the bulwark above the freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a second pulley on the
ceiling, hanging down in the centre of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall future to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a pocket-sized cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a first-come-first-serve Order and I needed to stay on site. The left hired hand rampart was covered in my orderliness and product charts and in front of them a belittled desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the respite simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the way stood a professorship, simple, wooden, with some staple padding on
the fundament. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
various hose hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into wrack at the basis. There were a few
switches, a couple of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own intention, part heart, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chairwoman hung a couplet off cuffs attached to the lines
coming from the the block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the paries. A second distich of cuff were fixed to rap that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather longsighted than 20 minutes since her endure top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrist to the upper chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her mortise joint. She hung limply but I was able to farm her into a more pleasing
position by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper chemical chain straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"frame over her oral sex. Secure at endure. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one More task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second gear set of tyres in the underfloor review pit- could n't put on the line tread
matching and new Sur would always take care suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in stock breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used cycle 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 relief of tensity now that the
defective was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but impregnable. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stairs closing the pep pill door and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timberland back over the
review pit and stored cycle and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the room access and headed for the diner.


initiation

The morning passed in mundane chore, I had supply to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letters to spell, neb to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd instant I would call back April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. initiation is always a thrilling
summons for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large share of my selection 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 seek me out. So I would go to the town dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met masses, spoke to people and bored citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep 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 stay in people 's memory board. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this covert meant that I was unable to continue 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 shop, we had a
park interest in machine and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was devoid to go back down to my enigma room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the doorway behind me- if anyone called they would find the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply conceive I was out. I opened the rear inner threshold and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed Apr would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, wonder, prediction ? I opened the down room access and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible great deal. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her overbold dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was division of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would take on the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will derive. It simply pisses me off and is probably to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the dissonance. I strode across and slapped her hard on the font. Some blood dripped from her nozzle but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her middle. That was skillful, lots of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair stave behind her head. 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 help for you to visit.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will come. 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 cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an accumulation of bin line drive I 'm not sure as shooting April recognized a eubstance at first. Then after
a while a stifle whine of horror and all colour drained from her brass. I dragged the gravid sack
across the trading floor towards the door. There was a certain amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the stairs. The pocket capitulum cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sacking up the steps. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in readying for
the nighttime 's electric pig slip. Slamming the proboscis I went back down the stairs to face April. She
seemed in stupor, her optic were unseeing, unfocused, staring into blank. 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 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 face, her whole body was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the Son"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain economic value in a woman 's perfectly body but its goose egg compared
to her value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck opening of the
frock she had put on to ingrain me. I pulled the zip down to her waist but the garment could n't
drib as her weaponry were raised above her head and her leg spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeve and shoulders and ripping it from slide fastener slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothing, a matching
bra and bloomers set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her breasts were every bit as promise
as her moving picture so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a fluid liquidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her soft material body from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in esteem, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her scanty next, raising the torn fabric to my face to inhale her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with Sweet and the savor of urine where she had leaked a trivial, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Teach as I inhaled, neat trimmed Robert F. Curl that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her adhesion. Her whole
soundbox was trembling now and then ; a sudden Bronx cheer as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the bucket.
I tossed her pantie onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any factory
cleanliness is requisite, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her hapless pile of tatterdemalion
clothing and left, locking the threshold behind me.
The garbage disposal run was the finish big job in breeder exchange and before output can set off. The careworn
out unit serve to focus and qualify 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
wear for metal, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real problem, a bare account was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to chance again. Panties 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 dress was
fitted with a fictile zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metallic element hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the torn fabric leftover into the firebox and slammed the room access. The metallic element voice I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old shelling 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 highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a hanker drive and I knew I would n't arrive before wickedness so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three eld now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively slack 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 dense work but it was a
remote region and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its significant to use the right phase of lime for these disposition, quicklime with its
dreaded and caustic appetite for weewee is nonesuch. In a matter of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this consistence, no hair's-breadth, no DNA, no dental records or old ivory fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the cathexis of any passing dog walker ; just a patch of phosphate plentiful soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the frigid flesh. The organic structure looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
exchangeable shadow spot around the top of the thigh. Her tit, never parted in lifespan were now on opposite side of meat of the Atlantic, whilst the sass of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't have sex what was going to pass off to these body division and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt brim at least I was passably sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the body generously in the
fluxing lime. It was moth-eaten material and I did n't want to have traceable depositary on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the muddle and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reward as I drove menage. April was now safely prepared, all the
speculative component were over and its time for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


evocation

It was getting late when I returned domicile. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 60 minutes, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that metre. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids product, anatomy less wasteland and its convenient to deal out. Usually this is a body building handshaking I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the plunk for room in fount anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and function trying ( unsuccessfully ) to hold the inordinate and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the waggle in a paper cup before
heading down to my manufacturing plant floor.
Apr was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her look was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in concern. 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 recognize it
was intellectual nourishment and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with delight. Accepting solid food is a crucial phase in 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 fuzz as she did so. I think she was too far gone to point out the Assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sump and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to screw what was expected and filled it
with saucy urine, it had a fruity almost apple olfactory perception. I let her finish and then removed the bucket to
put back the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid state, turned off the lights and left her to endure in the
darkness for an hour. The side by side stage could make a reaction and I wanted to be for sure the sustenance
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee tree and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to hold open my intensity level up. I
had n't eaten a good deal over the final stage 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go haywire - and as
before- I had to prevent doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- ignitor chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no citation of the missing
girl. I downed a yoke of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my aspect
woke me up a little and I started to think of my next motion. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in sentence I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in computer memory 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 necessitate of her, and
she will not get wind for a week or so. The first calendar week is in some mode the practiced and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my demands once production starting line. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it receptive and trod a little unsteadily down the stride. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bonds 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 cover girl fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see binge starting at the nook of her eye. I went to the far rampart and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eyes 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 craw in my hired man. On my second circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her dead body flinched and she let out a cry of hurting. I paused
and then repeated the action across her bum twice in speedy succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the initiatory blow when the second cut in. The binge were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's Sir Thomas 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 draw. At first raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was office
standing, component part dangling in her cuffs. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her tit were heavy and full, the areolae and tit as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an pleasurable natural action, but the nipple had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no look but her breast felt honest against my face and there was a slight penchant of blood where my
teeth had torn her cutis. She was shivering now, fear or coldness I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to see. As I sucked I sent my 2nd script to plough
her furrow and probe into her thatch. Her pubic whisker was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
provision for our date. I approved, it would postulate to stay that way but future trim was down
to me- I could n't run a risk 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 other paw was beginning to uprise to the spot. I unfastened from
her mamilla and went behind her again. The lash across her binding and buttocks 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 parentage salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her seat, so
silky smooth, so indulgent. I separated her bum buttock and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading digit automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost cognizance, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't irritating. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the mouth of her vulva tightened in an attempt to defy my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint odor of
kitty she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the fingerbreadth with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying rasping on her inner rampart. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the bubble walls, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this womanhood under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious cerebration faded. I no longer worried about what violation to opt, what part of
her to delight first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! 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 more than anything ... I withdrew my fingerbreadth and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, delight"
She must have known that this was a bootless appeal, there was no escapism possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the base, my dick was standing proud like a ranging 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
second home and will comfortably and frequently oblige me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her trunk, feeling the prominent boob flatten against my
breast, I pushed my pelvis forward and scraped my incision on her pubis, feeling the scar of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it small, delving into her Edward Thatch, its capitulum finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the shackle held. Her question
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and sprinkle in my hands, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my finger's breadth the lubrication will aid my incursion. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in sales pitch and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a screaming as I felt her trunk start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One lowest push, her vulva opened, the mouth parting under my poking. Strangely the tautness in her
muscle that was so determined to keep me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This clip her voice was almost gentle, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zippo would
change 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 enjoy her. Her trunk sagged in her handcuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a uncoerced spouse to her rape. Her brass was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
home. A better position where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched out-of-doors and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't annoy me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her consistence to sway
backwards in the strap so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
drive gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing leak of breath. Her optic 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 sensation. The blood rushes to your penis, your brainpower is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the upright position, generates a igniter headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to pass off and there nothing but the rattling fuck-stuff of
the tied woman. My dickhead burrowing from this world through her and into promised land. line of descent rushed
in my auricle, I could try it pounding almost drowning her cry in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and boob, steadying myself with her body at our compass point of contact-
through my implements of war and my dent. She was now supporting both herself and a upright part of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the onus on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fleeting reverting as the world came back into focussing. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her twat and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just voiced and more welcome than
that of any other woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not desire me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and abnegate me any single Panthera uncia of joy
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these thing.
I carried on, plunging deep into her slit so that my ball flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her articulation
"Do n't total in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would come
in her, and keep coming in her at least day-after-day. I already knew she was fecund, her girl proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as prospicient as I could before either my next freight fell
due or nature took its course and my seminal fluid found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and come to the protective embankment. You can see the view but it is too recently to stop. Your impulse is already such that it will carry you the finally few yards, over the boundary and you will dump headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nihility. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still follow, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that item, and in my case I had no aim of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, inviolable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself variant,
tightening every muscular tissue and locking my thigh as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a raft in white urine rapids. The shape to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
lastly the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my pinna, the water thundered in my head. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jump as it sent flow after stream of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to return to realism, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her soft pelt. She was crying the crying falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish marks where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to wide bruises over the next few minute. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, subject matter and satisfied. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a orotund emission. I needed to get her trunk flatter, before the majority of my spermatozoon
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the death chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the paries, releasing the Ernst Boris Chain so she collapsed to the base. She fell silently, without a countersign
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the lone auditory sensation I could hear.
I parted her stage 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 leave her there and give it a luck to take radical in the fat ground of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was delight with my acquirement. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a day by day base. Usually I would cocker
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 twenty-four hours I would give her a 3rd injection in the even 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 subprogram, she was eating OK after a dyad of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her buttock. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screeching and generally did n't conflict. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a concern but I was certain this would n't
be a bar to product and she could be urged over that barrier in secure time. As common I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy test stick in the still-
ardent fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a arcsecond lineage
and the parole"meaning"appeared on the white solid ground. My heart skipped a beat, fantastic word. Of
grade this also meant that I would give birth to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this stage I had been filling my Order from
flash-frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was clip to start stock breeder product and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grayness equipment box, the control cabinet on the desk and
the various hoses, wires and bottles about her 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 flighty edge to her voice.
"Nothing to occupy about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the console and checked the appointment. Inside was a large-ish dildo
social organisation and a range of severe plastic bosom cups. I gauged her size of it by eye to check I would deliver
something to fit- the second magnanimous would fit. I would n't demand this for a month or so but it was as
well to be train because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
meter to order it. The equipment was mounted on beaver so I was able to wheel around it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little dainty for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 column inch long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a fragile crick about half way up to help it transfix. My outset prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penial component part of the dildo was attached to a yearn transparent
plastic hose and home wires. I plugged the wire contact into the instrument panel and screwed the hose
union onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly humble 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully affect up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due class. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the al-Qaeda panel of the auto and clipped the feeding bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated region that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep it cool off until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the political machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequence to more entitle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must induce
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lubricating substance and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a crapper and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her legs were better spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasance. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in futurity. Her eyes were a petty wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slid in easily, the twirl fashioning sure she could n't simply embrace it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's eubstance gave a little start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the aristocratical 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 soundly aspect. If she had n't had an climax until now then
the next few moments would be of the essence. If she could n't come then she would be no good to me and
all my surd study of the last calendar month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its body of work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a fiddling flushed. The dildo was nothing if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to blaze up, her whole foot was now
twisting into the handlock securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking skillful. It seemed to steady out like this for a long time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to end up but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such command it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my idea moving on to matters of how I would inform
my veritable customers about the conversion when I was roused by a sudden pant, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throb Brrrr auditory sensation as the social unit switched over its
use. This is what was different about my auto and its dildo. The light beam was in three stratum, a
surface layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to transfix. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a fundamental tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube-shaped structure at its base. The machinery is designed to hand over vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. sexual climax triggers a practical flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the cleaning woman climaxes, at the Saame prison term activating the
pumping electric circuit to take out all the cute secretions through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delight
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic assembling pipe. true it was only a modest quantity but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at starting time as I knew she would require to
be worked up to a nice pip-squeak.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bail
with a sigh. I went to wait at my valued harvest. The volume was tiny, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the catastrophe it seemed as these firstly few harvest home would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a high Leontyne Price. This would avail offset the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and bulk would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my tush. 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 all-inclusive
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the mystery of my machine- it is instant, efficacious
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibe mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down prison term"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my harvest home as the charwoman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the bicycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also cloud my product- and my customer are very especial.
I left the automobile to do its work and went back up the stairs to mix more shakes- I make these a petty
weaker at this stagecoach, more urine and to a lesser extent flavouring. I knew I needed to proceed April well hydrated
now. Her consistency can take aim this ordinary urine and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"Well, in this typeface into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal juice. A steamy
slimy and pleasant-tasting secretion for which there was an unlimited demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were volition to take the tone necessary to bring on this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the just supplier 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 grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high school mucous content. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that fair sex 's body lacks the capacity to produce this steamy
material in bombastic amount. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for crop
containing enceinte balance 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. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to wassail. She stared at me with a admixture of repugnance and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut unretentive as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her oculus closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be dependable I did think that was a bit exuberant as reactions go. The young lady had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on sitting of pattern sex, so I did suppose she
was complaining too early. fountainhead 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 discernment of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the motorcar to do its body of work. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the automobile quite comforting. Apr was a bit noisy though which tended to snap off my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch body of work, retrieving the standing ordination from the
computer and adding the new one from the mail. I was still sending out production from the cobbler's last
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing output entirely. I had collected a with child
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized fictile bottleful and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frosty solid on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of Order for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a military position to satiate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed recording label ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their lodge, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the twelvemonth and I know much is used as a food
additive or mixed with whisky or other booze of your option ( my favourite is a unspoilt Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricator to spice up their own sex life story. I
even have some female person clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My revery was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the way, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to calculate. April was staring at me, her eyes encompassing, almost panic etched in her case. The pump
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- payoff now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that bicycle alone. That 's break. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to get off.
"Be dear honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


enlargement

I 'd been using Apr for a calendar month now of uninterrupted production. output had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed truelove. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first off 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 real 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 output. 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 dainty although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep from tearing. The problem with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the pin-up
grain of the internal rippling ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal bulwark, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the anatomical sphincter alone. For this cause I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nix and I happily shafted away
between her impudence until I could feel the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal retentive sex at all, and before long she started to wriggle and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my shaft, 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 corking satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own atonement. The output cycles were taking their toll. April did n't seem at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eye rolled back in her head showing only the whites. Over the calendar month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could find out the auto cycling through its program, each climax marked by a convulsive twitch through her soundbox and sometimes a sharp exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her maternity was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the unremitting sexual stimulation also played its use. Each day I would try to nurse from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at finis with a tiny squirt of Milk River. I sucked it up greedily, a really good signaling. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the adjacent few mean solar day I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The bulk was getting larger and a blowup would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to move up to the milk harvest slope of my business and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a childlike milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a maternity boob pump. There was an forbidden cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner whippy underground that covers the nipple. When the political machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both vacuum tube causing the cups to suck in the boob. The stunned cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable oftenness. This mimics an eager back talk sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the breast. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't mean Apr noticed as I connected her breasts to the cup. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a car climax caused her body to tighten. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
2nd cup and inserted the jackstones chaw into the console. At low gear the motorcar was simply applying a
vacuum to both cups and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
prominent and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to seal perfectly onto her mound. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating part on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her tit began to dedicate up their harvest and
the white 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 gild I
switched the machine back to synchronize milking activity with orgasm 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 slack and subsided into the down time as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the vacuum tube but this time there was a
comme il faut Milk River yield too. Once more this would take a few days to progress up to commercial stratum
but really this was a great starting time and a really good sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so proud of with her. In solemnisation I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with spittle I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would get. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration style started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the bass sense, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two slender layers of moist membrane-forming tissue ; the oscillation are transmitted easily to my inclose penis whilst I am still bathed in the delicious lovingness of this woman 's consistency. I did n't even have to incite, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my head in her pilus and inhaled the scent while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to derive first. I heard her gasp, and the muscularity in her arms and wooden leg contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tensity in her limbs cattle ranch to her trunk and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the enclose dildo. The taut inner tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of row could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The issue was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeezing that intensified the transmitted quiver. I moaned with pleasure at the frisson her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick taking over and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her hips flick back and Forth River between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the simply former peak limiting her apparent motion ; my tuck penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an exploit to reach me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was marvellous, it could n't have been nicer. The sense experience built up, up, up and then over the top- my member exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm method of birth control of her own orgasm. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went mum as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small flow 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 violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to ready coffee.


settlement

The adjacent day it was time to activate the milk order as well. I went to check on production- Apr
showed no signboard of being aware of my bearing, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her heading. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so min as the car forced her to another coming and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus slope milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make water 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 volition military volunteer ? In any upshot she took a unconstipated litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the suspension in supplying. I was at last in a stead to transmit her some and so set up the packaging for the stick with day. I would be able-bodied to supply some of my other frustrated client in the adjacent calendar week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her felicitous. I sorted out the dispatch face pack and courier labels for the payload.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an beast in infliction. I went to her. stock was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the shrill sharpness ripping through her most
intimate soma. She was losing a lot of blood and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the automobile and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wires she became less of an extension service of the machine and some of her human race seemed to pass. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick sinister rakehell was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't run a risk a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing poppycock and inserted it into her vagina to uphold internal insistency. I hoped it was working in any event the blood rate of flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first time in workweek she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of understanding or whether she
thought I had administered a takeover de grace of God with the dildo break, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeder simply go mum during production. They settle into a routine, alimentation, urinating and
defecating each day. All in muteness usually with optic closed or rolled back in their oral sex. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a undecomposed phase, I can siphon off their riches and fill up my decree
until one day they just fail. There 's never a good deal admonition so I need to observe a sizeable gunstock frozen to
cover alteration over periods. The last girl had lasted 3 days and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the endorse 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 wound. Not
forgetting of class she was meaning with my baby and this could only make disposal more
unmanageable. 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 trend was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstair leaving her to log Z's and went to the bar to meet Rob-
keep it normal after all. I hope my anxiousness did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a trivial better, snug to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this fourth dimension linked to the bed material body. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no anamnesis of her former life 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 workweek she was well enough to
homecoming to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent wave affixation and no vaginal
arousal to squeeze orgasms. 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 heavy and tight, standing up from
her thorax as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to give them emptied. Milk was a much easier textile to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for international consumption. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own routine so after a workweek I was dying to fuck her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few jabbing I realised that I did n't have to limit myself to that route 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 motherfucker balls-deep inside her. She said cipher and seemed not to notice my invasion once incursion was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was miraculous to be back in a vagina- I relished the departure in texture, grip and raw moist heating. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to experience bother. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeder after yield had started. product simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprisal April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant orgasms had developed them to the degree of paragon. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my prick and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulsation and jerk of my shaft with an chroma I had never known. I do n't think she got a lot 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 delighted when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't need to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo component part and could n't trust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to acknowledge I found having my own common soldier sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that dear referee is how it ended. I have kept Apr for 5 class now. My manufactory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to populate in. She never asks about the outside
macrocosm, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is pathetic but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
fuss after the birth of our child when I followed my well-worn track to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no with child believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could estimate that children abandoned there must have some sort of problematic background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually contribution a male parent. My income has shrunk as to the highest degree of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much toilsome to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to restrain her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her second maternity. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems intelligent but I do n't make love how practically damage I have done or for how long she will dwell. I ca n't even tell for farsighted she will produce but I would estimate this wo n't last Thomas More than a few years. If her milk fails I will need to levy another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my belowground sanctum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what note value is left from her, and her knocker at to the lowest degree should fetch a dear toll. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep on the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .