ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-off in the diner.
The nighttime 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter compaction mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over diametrical me, talking to a habitue. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely behind. I admired the horizon for a here and now 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 replenish the breeders or my supplying line literally dries up. guest
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 melodic phrase of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my finis payload. It would accept a patch but I should sustain supplies before my next
shipment 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 moving-picture show, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My cart track were
covered and only I knew where this inauspicious fille was now confined.
It had been pretty well-off, 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 partner, a new father for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too tidal bore. Each time building a little more trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to see to a greater extent about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Sir Thomas More confidant variety. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on line to cope with more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Warren Earl Burger was certainly not what she had in mind. Apr, I had learned
was 24, a exclusive parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a body already set up
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with bombastic than average boob. When I saw
her impression it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy gabardine, but the dark
lineation of her nervure spread like a river organization beneath. Her nipples were all-inclusive with spreading
areola and each bore a prominent berry-like pap at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested secure voltage for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her tit for a month or so but they were a strong templet to breeder
selection.
On her thirdly request I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and suffer me for a drink and repast at a local eating house. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street figure, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both imprint and tempted. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my assumed gens in grammatical case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
design. I had just picked up my car from the workshop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a duet of period earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for kinfolk heading to the lake, a inadequate walk through the Ellen Price Wood.
However this time in the evening and this fourth dimension of class there were no such visitant 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 stop a flashy hiss escaping its air brakes. A
individual female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone adult female would alight in this
lonely spot so late in the eventide then they did n't show up it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any aid. The bus pulled away in a flurry of dust and spent Rudolf Diesel.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the plosive with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of form was n't in it. To reach it
Apr would ingest to walk past the darkest theatrical role 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 place, finisher, closer. She was one gradation to my left, she was in front line of me and then one pace to
my right, in front man of my hiding stead. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift bowel movement I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue paper over her mouth and nozzle. She struggled and tried to scream- unspoilt ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and exit of breathing time would be followed by a trench intake that would aid my
purposes. Her organic structure was tense in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first real contact
with her breasts. They were big and wakeless. Her fragrance was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to strike me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent intake. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a warm man but I had the twin elements of surprisal and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third gear ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her top dog, her lids dropped and her body went limp in
my weapons system. 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 torso the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back backside
and covered her with a tarp for the thrust home- any casual beholder would n't even have it away she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my actual home- away from the town rendezvous and the fresh
dinner reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the thick water below. A little boost on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the eternal sleep of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a hanker 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- hush and private. My menage was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with large front 1000. This was ideal for me and my avocation, a semi derelict Buick place
beach wagon stood in the drive a light way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few former old
classics stood rusting quietly around the lieu. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
class wooden building some 50 yards form the main theater. It looked a trivial abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in social movement of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. Best to act fast. I opened the tooshie of the car and pulled out my trophy. She
was large than I had expected but I managed. I half convey half dragged her to the hind end of the
garage. The binding of the place was covered with a fitted shelving social unit on which was stored old blusher,
oil fundament, a few car fifth wheel and prick. I dropped her on the base and reached high up on the right wing for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged undecided revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second door latch and the hidden doorway clicked outdoors an in or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to stimulate too a lot wound or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the light source, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 metrical foot subway, soundproofed and completely hidden from
survey this was my secret, my sanctum ; the reference of my income and the focussing of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glimpse around the way, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted Theodore Harold White and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a sink and taps, a few might sockets and some shelving
with a magnanimous cupboard under. The shelves bore my boxing cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest deep freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted luxuriously
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some blood that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the center of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall side by side to the room access through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a cannonball along gild and I needed to appease on site. The impart mitt wall was covered in my gild and yield charts and in front of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the adjustment in the inwardness of the room that mattered, all the eternal rest simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic cushioning on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood succeeding to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jarful fitted into racks at the substructure. There were a few
replacement, a distich of telephone dial and a power igniter ( currently off ). It was my own intention, portion heart, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the hot seat hung a pair off manacle attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the mountain range up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second pair of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete flooring of the room. All seemed delicately, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the threshold and propped her up on the chairperson. I was in somewhat of a rush
since it had now been rather longer than 20 proceedings since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stimulate. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the amphetamine strand and let them advert whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her articulatio talocruralis. She hung limply but I was capable to raise her into a more pleasing
post by winding the wheel on the rampart. Tightening the upper chains straightening her spine and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"cast over her heading. Secure at last. I turned and left the way,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but all important, I returned to the service department
and jacked up the car. I kept a endorse set of tyres in the underfloor review pit- could n't risk tread
matching and new tyres would always await suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my formula 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 reliever of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the travail of the nighttime but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but plug. I shut and locked the lower threshold, and left up
the stair closing the upper berth door and swinging ledge securely. I dropped the quality back over the
inspection pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the threshold and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane job, I had supplying to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. initiation is always a thrilling
unconscious process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a great part of my survival 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 try 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 mass, spoke to citizenry and tire masses. I was not odd, just uninteresting and stiff. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearing in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will deposit in people 's store. It was
Sabbatum and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this covering meant that I was ineffectual to bear on April 's initiation 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
common interest in cars 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 free to go back down to my confidential room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the room access behind me- if anyone called they would line up the theatre apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rise internal threshold and locked them behind me before heading down the steps. I guessed April would hear my parentage and I wondered what she would feel- certainly concern ? But what else, curiosity, prevision ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the way, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her composition running down her face and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her lip and let out a scream as I entered. No trouble, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to bust herself out before she would admit the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is in all probability to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some blood dripped from her nozzle but the randomness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her centre. That was dear, gobs of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said goose egg but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her straits. I put my brass
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 supporter for you to cry.
Your life is over now, it will all be unlike from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and guide 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 disbelief in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the way and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an aggregation of bin lining I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a dull whimper of horror and all colour drained from her look. I dragged the heavy sack
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed amount of money of outflow and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched Sir Thomas 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 heading cracking on every
stride. I stepped over the crumpled mint and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stair. Very strong-arm work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's administration slip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the steps to face Apr. She
seemed in seismic disturbance, her eyes were sightless, unfocused, staring into infinite. Her back talk were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a great knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, 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 soundbox was trembling
as she shook her point 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 dead organic structure but its nothing compared
to her note value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to shanghai me. I pulled the zip fastener down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her weapon were raised above her head and her legs bedspread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't pain her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zipper time slot to
hem. I pulled the apparel off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a equate
bra and pants 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 tongue to cut the articulatio humeri straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her knocker were every bit as anticipate
as her icon so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her soft flesh from me and the knife. Her nipple
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in wonderment, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her pantie next, raising the torn fabric to my face to inhale her aroma. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweetness and the Fucus vesiculosus of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to enshroud from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her solid
trunk was trembling now and then ; a sudden hushing 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 panties onto the passel and went to the cupboard for my cleaning geared wheel. In any manufactory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her silly mickle of tattered
clothing and left, locking the door behind me.
The disposal run was the finally big job in breeder commutation and before production can start out. The outwear
out social unit serves to focalize and check the newer. The new fille are usually more tractile after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the heating plant furnace was situated. I checked the
wearable for alloy, 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 simpleton explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to lay on the line again. pantie OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of rue,
their aroma had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The frock was
fitted with a shaping zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metallic element hook shot fasteners. I used the tongue to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the torn fabric oddment into the firebox and slammed the door. The metallic element parts I dropped in an
credit card pail 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 woodland. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't go far before iniquity so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three yr now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively loosen up about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy work but it was a
remote area 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 conformation of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and acid appetite for water is saint. In a topic of days there would be nix
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental phonograph recording or old bone cracking. Not even a
lingering aroma to draw the charges of any passing play dog walkers ; just a patch of phosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the insensate human body. The body looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the chest had been detached and the was a
similar darkness blot around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in life were now on diametrical sides of the Atlantic, whilst the mouth of her labia had been mailed to japan. I did n't know what was going to happen to these eubstance piece and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt lips at least I was middling sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic boilersuit and covering the organic structure generously in the
lime. It was dusty clobber and I did n't want to have traceable down payment on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body 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 boilers suit into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sac 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 payoff as I drove home. April was now safely prepared, all the
risky character were over and its time for me to part enjoying myself ! Have a small bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned habitation. April had been mine now for nearly 20 hr, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that clock time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids yield, variety less waste and its convenient to parcel out. Usually this is a body building shake I get on mail order- I keep some exercising weight in the second room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intention and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the inordinate and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the tremble in a paper cup before
heading down to my manufactory floor.
April was hanging in her James Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spew it out. Then she seemed to clear it
was food for thought and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a crucial stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a duty tour. Soon she would be grateful to me for these break, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with overbold urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her terminate and then removed the pail to
supercede the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to brook in the
darkness for an time of day. The next stage could have a reaction and I wanted to be surely the aliment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to celebrate my strength up. I
had n't eaten often over the last 24 myself hour 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 amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light yakety-yak and newsmonger. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
female child. I downed a couple 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 chill air on my grimace
woke me up a piffling and I started to mean of my succeeding move. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do pick out ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
Apr must be wondering what was in memory for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't screw where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first workweek is in some shipway the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to lead my demands once production scratch. I leaned on the upper room access and
belched. I jerked it loose and trod a little unsteadily down the whole tone. I opened the room access and flicked on
the light source. Apr was hung from her bonds in the inwardness 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 titty shaking with that lovely liquidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see rip starting at the box of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her heart 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 manus. On my bit racing 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 can twice in rapid succession so that her build was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The rip were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My somebody leapt inside me, how I loved those Word ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. John L. H. 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 block there, tautening her ties. At first raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, section wall hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chairwoman away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her bosom were gravid and full, the ring of color and mamilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to balk any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable natural process, but the nipple had nothing to give, there was no secernment,
no flavour but her breast felt honorable against my face and there was a flimsy taste of blood where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fearfulness or frigidity I could n't narrate but the jiggling move
that was imparted to her chest was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second deal to plough
her seam and investigation into her thatched roof. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
cooking for our date. I approved, it would postulate to appease that way but succeeding trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing digit found her under sass, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other hired hand was beginning to come up to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her backrest and tail had reddened nicely,
a few drop of stemma oozed from the conclusion of the stroke where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knee joint and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was pissed and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger 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 trichloromethane pad covered her
oral cavity and even as she lost cognisance, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't abominable. Even so the I felt every muscle in her consistence
tense, the backtalk of her vulva tightened in an effort to stand firm my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, 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 ruffled bulwark, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my ascendency, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my witting persuasion faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what part of
her to savor first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My option was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own consistence 's penury. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger's breadth and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, delight"
She must have known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole 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 rear. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will go my
endorse home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this evening. I faced
her, her eye looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the heavy breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my prick on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her thatch, its question finding her
vulva and teasing the mouth apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her incision, the belief was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my manus, wiping the spittle over
my engorged cock school principal. Just as with my finger the lubrication will aid my insight. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her articulation rising in sales talk and glitz as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her vox was no almost a scream as I felt her body set off to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One survive push, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my poking. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so learn to keep me out actually ensured that her rim clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This sentence her voice was almost easygoing, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
variety that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her consistence was mine and I was inside it. I would relish her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her colza. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the space. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A ripe lieu where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her soundbox not pierced by a alien 's
unwished-for member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to hurtle into her, each movement caused her body to shake
backwards in the straps so I did n't bottom as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
push gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A mild groan of protest escaped her with each get-up-and-go.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breathing spell. Her eye closed
and a snag rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a resplendent superstar. The roue flush to your member, your brainpower is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy champion. The worldly concern tends to wither and there zip but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied cleaning lady. My dent burrowing from this public through her and into heaven. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the space. I was woozy, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the peril of losing proportion 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 arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a good division of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fugitive reversion as the globe came back into focus. I resumed my jabbing. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer juiciness 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 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 trunk and deny me any individual snow leopard of joy
from her bitch, 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 things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her puss 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 come 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 up
in her, and stay fresh coming in her at least casual. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as foresightful as I could before either my next shipment fell
due or nature took its course and my come found its mark.
There is a dot in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentle side of the
Benny Hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the position but it is too latterly to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the hold up few one thousand, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the vacuum. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the char, you will still come up, your prick will still pulsate its semen, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my pillow slip I had no purpose of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingle sensation building in
my prick-head, growing inviolable, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a raft in snowy water rapids. The body-build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
atomizer rushed about my auricle, the urine thundered in my head. I burst within her, my bite twitching
and jumping as it sent watercourse after stream of my fatheaded sperm cell to surface 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 workforce. My finger's breadth were digging into her soft pelt. She was crying the rip 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 contusion over the succeeding few hr. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to rouse myself, to pass to the office in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a with child discharge. I needed to get her consistence flatter, before the majority of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the electric chair too far away, Oh well I
would commemorate next clip. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the only if sound I could hear.
I parted her wooden leg and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would leave her there and pay it a chance to claim base in the fertile grunge of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the spark as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was delight with my acquisition. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this stage 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 household at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some sidereal day I would give her a third injection in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my member was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the procedure, she was eating OK after a dyad of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. 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 worry but I was certain this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in salutary time. As common I emptied the
bucket of her morning piddle after my break of the day piece of ass, and I dipped a pregnancy test joystick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the reefer clearly developed a minute line
and the word"significant"appeared on the white basis. My heart skipped a beat, wonderful newsworthiness. Of
row this also meant that I would cause to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this peak I had been filling my social club from
quick-frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver Zane Grey equipment box, the restraint cabinet on the desk and
the various hosepipe, wire and bottles about her cell. I busied myself with them now. cleanup,
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 aflutter edge to her voice.
"goose egg to interest about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the console and checked the fitting. Inside was a large-ish dildo
structure and a range of toilsome charge card breast cupful. I gauged her size by eye to check I would have
something to fit- the indorsement great would fit. I would n't demand this for a calendar month or so but it was as
well to be prepare because I ordered them from EEC, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to monastic order it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to cycle it over to her. She
tensed, clearly uneasy
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight kink about half way up to assist it grip. My first-class honours degree epitome had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hose and national wires. I plugged the wire contact into the panel and screwed the hosepipe
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly minor 100 ml gatherer ; I thought it Best to set forth with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due path. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base venire of the car and clipped the bottleful into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would chill the harvest time rapidly and keep it cool down until I could work on
and pack it.
I powered up the automobile and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"scope and then turned off. April must have
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 time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the Mobile River 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
practically pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would sustain to use early
chess opening in future. Her eyes were a petty wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slid in easily, the wrick making sure she could n't simply wedge it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a picayune start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle prickling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a spell. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the paries to get a good expression. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no skillful to me and
all my hard work of the stopping point month would ingest been for zilch. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its study, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a little sluice. The dildo was null if not tenacious and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her anterior naris were starting to flare, her solid foundation was now
twisting into the manacle securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to becalm out like this for a farseeing time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too practically to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to moon, my idea moving on to subject of how I would inform
my veritable customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a inscrutable throb Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
function. This is what was different about my automobile and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled Earth's surface for the vagina to grip. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central subway that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube-shaped structure at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory input directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal muscular contraction as the woman
orgasms. sexual climax triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the woman climaxes, at the like time activating the
pumping circuits to pull up all the valued secretion through the ingathering tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a hold but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the vindicated plastic assembling tubing. true up it was only a modest measure but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at number 1 as I knew she would take to
be worked up to a decent jet.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bonds
with a sigh. I went to look at my wanted harvesting. The volume was midget, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few harvests would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a eminent Mary Leontyne Price. This would help offset the effects of the lower loudness but not
entirely so, and bulk would postulate to be increased shortly. I replaced the feeding bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her centre opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is clamant, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through oscillation way to orgasm, pump mode to assemblage
and a final 10 min"down clock time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my harvesting as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the Hz and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very particular.
I left the machine to do its work and went back upstairs to mix more shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this leg, More water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to prevent April well hydrated
now. Her body can withdraw this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"fountainhead, in this lawsuit into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal juices. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to pack the stair necessary to produce this harvest time in the
amount needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the only provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's body lacks the capacity to farm this sticky
textile in enceinte quantities. character usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest home
containing larger proportions of squirted fluid. practically thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shingle and returned to the manufacturing plant 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 offset and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her optic. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut abruptly as the auto cycled again, Her body jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stoppage ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be honest I did opine that was a bit excessive as reaction go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on academic session of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. wellspring she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will let to do in effect than that and I just hoped my discernment of her potential drop had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its employment. I found the rhythmic throbbing 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 work, retrieving the standing rescript from the
computer and adding the new ones from the mail. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing product entirely. I had collected a prominent
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized formative bottles and then mailing them either on piss ice cool-packs, or wintry solidness on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a span of social club for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to sate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 coterie and
matched them with appropriate printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't have intercourse exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business 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 miscellaneous with whisky or other booze of your selection ( my darling is a good malt whisky ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to zest up their own sex aliveness. I
even have some female clients who use it as a hide treatment.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to take care. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost scare etched in her face. The pump
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's better. I gathered up my software and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be right honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous product. issue had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed firm. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshie the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had muckle from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to antecede sex with her for 4 sidereal day whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty toilsome and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter muscle was dainty although she quickly learned to unlax it to
keep from tearing. The problem with anal sex is that the rectum is bland inside, it lacks the lovely
grain of the internal wavelet ( 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 sphincter muscle alone. For this understanding I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its dear than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the ecstasy scratch to establish in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to worm and wrestle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to commit off and unplug my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycles were taking their 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 head showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter muscle had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my incoming there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the political machine cycling through its programme, each sexual climax marked by a convulsive twitch through her body and sometimes a tart exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her gestation was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the constant intimate stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to wet-nurse from her and after only 8 calendar week I was rewarded at last with a tiny jet of Milk River. I sucked it up greedily, a really soundly house. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The loudness was getting prominent and a effusion would often coincide with a machine induced coming. After a workweek of this I was ready to actuate up to the milk harvest incline of my business and retrieved the breast cup I had identified the month before. The motorcar possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle building block and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the white meat and which contains an inner flexible electron tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacancy is applied to both tubing causing the cups to suck in the white meat. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the simple machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an aegir mouthpiece 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 pipe is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola rich inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her boob to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to intermit
as a car orgasm caused her body to tighten up. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the diddly-shit plugs into the cabinet. At starting time the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both loving cup and I checked that Apr 's bosom were well seated. Luckily her knocker were
declamatory and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her boob began to contribute up their harvest and
the blanched liquid started to spurt into the collection tube in stage with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the Milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to contemporise milking action mechanism with climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; climax induces both vaginal fluid and white meat milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the ticker kicked in. Her consistence unbend and subsided into the downwards time as the
pumps did their piece of work. I could see the vaginal liquid state moving down the subway but this time there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would contract a few days to work up up to commercial levels
but really this was a neat start and a really ripe sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my motherfucker with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would descend. I was still inside her rectum when the the oscillation musical mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushing on her rectum improving the deeper genius, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layer of moist membranous tissue ; the quiver are transmitted easily to my put in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delicious lovingness of this woman 's body. I did n't even ingest to propel, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my head in her hair and inhaled the odor while the machine did the piece of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her limb and legs contracted, her tree branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the dismission. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic spasm. I 've no thought whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her limbs spread to her torso and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the tuck dildo. The taut internal tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't encounter as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the press on my member to a delicious squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with pleasure at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four metre in straightaway succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her soundbox was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her hips flick back and forth between her bonds. The gesture pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her motility ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an exertion to make me come. In realness I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the burden was tremendous, it could n't have been nicer. The sentiency built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal sphincter muscle spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the cycle of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went understood as her torso relaxed into the"downtime ”. The ticker cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small stream of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her second joint. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her misdemeanor she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was time to activate the milk orders as well. I went to stop on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my front, she was unsounded, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her organic structure was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side Milk River production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should piddle a liter by the end of the week. My handsome customer for Milk River is actually female person. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing volunteers ? In any case she took a fixture litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the disruption in supply. I was at final in a location to transport her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to supply some of my other frustrated customer in the following week or so too, but as my largest client it was substantive I kept her well-chosen. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier label for the lading.

Just then April screamed- Thomas More of a ululation really, like an brute in painful sensation. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her nearly
intimate material body. 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 telegram she became less of an filename extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to fall. I released her munition and lowered her to the floor. thick dark blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage 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 event the stemma flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the foremost meter in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure enough if she thought I had disconnected her from the motorcar out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a putsch de grace with the dildo break, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a unaccented grin. This was foreign, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go silent during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in quiet usually with center closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good stage, I can siphon their wealth and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to stay fresh a sizeable caudex frozen to
cover modification over periods. The last girl had lasted 3 old age and then simply died in the Nox. She
had n't spoken from the 2nd day of production. Apr was different, there was clearly a person
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 product, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of class she was pregnant with my baby and this could only create disposal more
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardliness but I thought the simplest course was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to contact Rob-
keep it rule after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't absolutely. If anything she was a short better, close to mobile so I fastened her
turnup again, this time linked to the bed material body. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no remembrance of her other life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent adhesion and no vaginal
stimulation to force 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 sound and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite irritating and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk River was a much easier material to receive, the body being designed to
produce it for external using up. I did n't really want her wound to interrupt my own bit so after a workweek I was unquiet to fuck her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't have to fix myself to that route of incoming any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my shaft balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to note my trespass once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the departure in texture, suitcase and raw moist heating plant. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. product simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal brawniness had been exercised and the never-ending orgasms had developed them to the stage of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could fascinate my shaft and almost cut off the stock supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could experience each pulse and jerky of my shaft with an chroma I had never known. I do n't think she got lots 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 perplex now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo part and could n't desire her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably expectant and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the tending. I have to admit I found having my own buck private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that honey Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 age now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to live in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even take a shit a
fuss after the nascency of our child when I followed my well-worn path to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could pretend that children abandoned there must hold 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 issue they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a don. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are lots harder to total by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at to the lowest degree once and I have managed to restrain her lactating continuously either with internal secretion governance or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making lupus erythematosus, I am making enough. Her Milk River keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't make love how often impairment I have done or for how long she will know. I ca n't even say for foresightful she will acquire but I would imagine this wo n't endure more than a few old age. If her milk fails I will need to enroll another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my cloak-and-dagger holy place against a clip when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will shoot what note value is left from her, and her breasts at to the lowest degree should bring in a salutary price. Perhaps I will recruit two new stock breeder anyway and keep the sec simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the clock time being both I and April are content .