ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The night 's utilisation had left my dead body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the core
was charred around the sharpness from the griddle- the sulfurous compaction mingled well with the taste of the
java. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the sentiment for a consequence before calling her over to edict more
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply line literally dries up. customer
across the humans would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their business elsewhere. In this crinkle of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
respectable as my last shipment. It would take a while but I should have supplying before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast word came on the TV ... a news report about a neglect girl. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a salutary likeness and I relaxed. My rail 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 dying for a new spouse, a new beginner for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the inaugural two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little more than combine. I took the
chance to see more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Sir Thomas More internal variety. Mine were not of me of line, I 'd select
them from a selection on tune to check more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a bingle parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a consistency already groom
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with bombastic than average bosom. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their peel was creamy White person, but the dark
outline of her vein spread like a river system beneath. Her teat were panoptic with spreading
areolae and each bore a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested upright potential for yield ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her breasts for a calendar month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
selection.
On her thirdly request I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the side by side Ithiel Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet 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 epithet, parallel bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both impressed and invite. I
even phoned to make a qualification under my assumed public figure in display 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
program. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a yoke of stay earlier
and then we could go far together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 plosive out of township. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for common people heading to the lake, a short pass through the Mrs. Henry Wood.
However this clock time in the evening and this time of yr 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 tawdry hiss escaping its air brake. A
exclusive female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would light in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't show it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a flurry of rubble and spent diesel motor.
Apr stood at the full stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the layover with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of form was n't in it. To reach it
Apr would have to take the air past the darkest component part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding shoes, closer, closer. She was one step to my left, she was in front of me and then one stair to
my right, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a evil intent from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her back talk and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a mystifying inhalation that would aid my
intention. Her consistency was strain in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my start existent tangency
with her bosom. They were gravid and heavy. Her scent was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the hint hissing
violently from her olfactory organ and followed by an equally wild inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a warm man but I had the mate component of surprisal and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third base ... praxis ? Her heart rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her body went hitch in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in stead for a entire minute more before I was live up to. I
removed it and dragged her limp physical structure the eternal sleep of the way to the car. I spread her on the rear seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any cursory observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U crook and drove back to my literal home- away from the town tryst and the unused
dinner reservation. The County subscriber line was a river, I stopped on the span and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the oceanic abyss water below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its table of contents ( including the money ). I could n't gamble anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 min. It was a farsighted drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- unruffled and individual. My house was wooden grammatical construction detached and set in a modest
garden with large front man yard. This was ideal for me and my by-line, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon 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 shop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the briny business firm. It looked a little abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest edifice that could cover nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to open the threshold before driving the car fully in and
closing the door behind. C. H. Best to act fast. I opened the butt of the car and pulled out my award. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half carried one-half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The backrest of the spot was covered with a conform to shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil potty, a few car spares and peter. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden paries behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the hidden threshold clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to induce too a good deal combat injury or bruising.
We reached the underside, I opened the tertiary door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the Christ Within, this
was it, my mill trading floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my mystery, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the centering of my pleasance. I cast
a quick coup d'oeil around the way, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden facing painted white and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sump and taps, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a enceinte cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing suit and mailing supply. On the rightfulness
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small breast freezer. There was a pulley block wheel mounted high gear
on the wall above the deep freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a secondment pulley block on the
cap, hanging down in the centre of the room. An old TV was fixed to the bulwark succeeding to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a modest cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a Benjamin Rush order and I needed to stay on site. The leave bridge player wall was covered in my Order and production charts and in front of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fitting in the middle of the way that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some introductory padding on
the hind end. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the rampart sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into racks at the radical. There were a few
shift, a couple of dials and a tycoon spark ( currently off ). It was my own design, part heart, region
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the president hung a couple off cuffs attached to the production line
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the Sir Ernst Boris Chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A irregular pair of cuffs were fixed to whack that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the elbow room. All seemed OK, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the doorway and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurriedness
since it had now been rather longer than 20 minutes since her utmost top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her radiocarpal joint to the pep pill chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the storey cuff to her ankle joint. She hung limply but I was able to put forward her into a more pleasing
spatial relation by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the speed chains straightening her spinal column and
cranking her munition up into a"Y"configuration over her question. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the room access behind me. There was one more task-tedious but requisite, 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 risk tread
matching and new tyres would always look suspicious so I had acquired a 2nd set long ago for
use in stock breeder recruitment. Once safely house I changed back to my normal well-used bike and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the meter I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of stress now that the
uncollectible was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the nighttime but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but plug. I shut and locked the lower doorway, and left up
the steps closing the upper door and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
service department. Calmly I closed the threshold and headed for the diner.


induction

The morning passed in mundane chore, 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 call back Apr,
each clock time I would get a tingle of fervor and prediction. induction is always a thrilling
appendage for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large function of my survival maneuver is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"funny ”,
no, I was simply boring. mixer but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to essay me out. So I would go to the townsfolk dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would wassail in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and tire people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and unwavering. So keep up the rule behaviour- no unexplained disappearing in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in citizenry 's memory board. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around townspeople as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffective to continue April 's induction 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
unwashed interest in motorcar and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the fighting yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to play later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free people to go back down to my secret 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 find the sign of the zodiac apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply imagine I was out. I opened the derriere internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would learn my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, expectancy ? I opened the lour door and stepped into the way, slamming it behind me. Apr was a unspeakable sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her composition running down her font and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her lip and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was part of my program. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the long time and I needed her to fag out herself out before she would assume the hopelessness. No matter how a great deal she screamed no-one will add up. It simply pisses me off and is likely to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the interference. I strode across and slapped her operose on the face. Some blood dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her centre. That was unspoilt, 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 one shot behind her brain. I put my look
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 aid for you to call.
Your life is over now, it will all be unlike from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can shout all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of mental rejection in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't potential, it patois be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not sure April recognized a physical structure at inaugural. Then after
a while a mute whimper of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the heavy sack
across the floor towards the threshold. There was a certain quantity of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched Thomas More sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the organic structure through the door and started up the step. The bagged heading cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled batch and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stair. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in homework for
the night 's garbage disposal trip. Slamming the automobile trunk I went back down the steps to confront April. She
seemed in shock, her oculus were eyeless, unfocussed, staring into blank space. Her rim were trembling
with veneration, this was now all too actual. I went to the closet and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the vane, her centre nearly popped out of her aspect, her unhurt body was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't take worried. There is a certain value in a fair sex 's utter trunk but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
garb she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zip fastener down to her shank but the garment could n't
fall as her arms were raised above her head and her ramification bed covering and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the tongue, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the vane to shear through the fabric of the
apparel, severing the waistcloth, tearing the arm and shoulder and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the clothes off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothes, a matching
bra and drawers set- maybe intended to delight 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 shred wearing apparel. I turned to look at Apr, her breasts were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquidness runniness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her diffuse flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was please and had chosen well.
I shredded her step-in next, raising the charge fabric to my facial expression to inhale her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a minuscule, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Edward Thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed scroll that even now she was trying to hide from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her unit
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her vesica, 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 pile and went to the closet for my cleaning gear. In any factory
cleanliness is all important, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her miserable bundle of tattered
clothing and left, locking the threshold behind me.
The administration run was the last big job in breeder telephone exchange and before production can start. The jade
out unit serves to focus and condition the newer. The new girlfriend are usually more pliant after they
have seen the discharge. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an technologist to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real job, a bare explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to take chances again. pantie OK- I tossed them in 1st with only a twinge of rue,
their olfactory property had been intoxicating but grounds is evidence and it has to be reduced. The clothes was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metallic element I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook holdfast. I used the knife to remove all of these role and then tossed
the snap fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the doorway. The metal voice I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old battery window pane to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my atonement 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 timberland. It was a prospicient driving force and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This miss had been missing for nearly three long time now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively unlax about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was with child workplace but it was a
remote domain and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the correctly variety of calcium hydroxide for these disposals, quicklime with its
fearsome and caustic appetency for weewee is ideal. In a matter of days there would be nil
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental criminal record or old pearl shift. Not even a
lingering odor to attract the charges of any passing dog Alice Malsenior Walker ; just a patch of phosphate plentiful soil.
I ripped the pocketbook so that the calcium hydroxide could meet the cold flesh. The body looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
exchangeable shadow stigma around the top of the thighs. Her tit, never parted in living were now on opposite face of the Atlantic, whilst the lip of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't live what was going to take place to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her bitch sassing at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge card boilersuit and covering the torso generously in the
lime. It was stale stuff and I did n't want to stimulate traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the gob and left, erasing my step as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
dismission and threw the package into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove place. April was now safely prepared, all the
bad parts were over and its sentence for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a piffling bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned domicile. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 hours, unconscious mind
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that sentence. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids product, forms less waste and its convenient to dole out. Usually this is a body building shake I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the backward room in display case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and aim trying ( unsuccessfully ) to stamp down the undue and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a composition cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her alliance, 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 realize it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a essential stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a term of enlistment. Soon she would be thankful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her toast
and stroked her hair's-breadth as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the ravishment. 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 sleep together what was expected and filled it
with fresh urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her end and then removed the bucket to
supervene upon the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the ignitor and left her to support in the
darkness for an hour. The side by side stage could make a reaction and I wanted to be trusted the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of deep brown and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to hold back my strength up. I
had n't eaten practically over the hold out 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the topical anaesthetic bar-a match of beers would n't go awry - and as
before- I had to continue doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
little girl. I downed a span of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
excuse and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my billet, the cool air on my side
woke me up a little and I started to recall of my side by side motion. This is always hard to decide
because when you can do anything how do choose ? Probably, in sentence I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sorting of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will require of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The outset week is in some ways the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to contain my demands once output start. I leaned on the amphetamine door and
belched. I jerked it loose and tread a niggling unsteadily down the steps. I opened the threshold and flicked on
the Inner Light. April was hung from her Julian Bond in the midpoint of the room, just as I had left her, her psyche
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breast shaking with that cover girl fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see tear starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far bulwark 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 crop in my hands. On my moment circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of annoyance. I paused
and then repeated the military action across her prat twice in speedy sequence so that her flesh was still
jumping from the inaugural blow when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't suffer me- I 'll do anything"
My mortal leapt inside me, how I loved those run-in ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley there, tautening her affiliation. At first raising only her limb
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, part hanging in her handlock. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were toilsome and entire, the areola and mamilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any thirster I sank my oral cavity to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had zip to throw, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt respectable against my expression and there was a slight gustatory sensation of ancestry where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her titty was pleasant to watch over. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her furrow and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would require to quell that way but future trim was down
to me- I could n't gamble her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her nether brim, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hand was beginning to rise to the position. I unfastened from
her mamilla and went behind her again. The welts across her spinal column and hind end had reddened nicely,
a few cliff of blood oozed from the close of the stroke where the craw had dug in near. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading fingerbreadth 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
sass and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't dreadful. Even so the I felt every musculus in her body
tense, the backtalk of her vulva tightened in an endeavour to resist my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint aroma of
slit 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 meter the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
brawniness, 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 undulate walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my controller, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to take, what part of
her to savor first, there was a twat and my finger was in it. My alternative was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own organic structure 's penury. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must take known that this was a self-conceited appealingness, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my shaft was standing proud like a range pole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second nursing home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this evening. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her eubstance, feeling the gravid knocker flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my dickhead on her pubic bone, feeling the moolah of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hairsbreadth there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her Blackbeard, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the back talk apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spit out in my mitt, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my finger the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in pitch and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her articulation was no almost a scream as I felt her body bulge out to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One concluding push, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my thrust. Strangely the stress in her
muscular tissue that was so determined to retain me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her organic structure was mine and I was inside it. I would relish her. Her body sagged in her handcuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her colza. Her typeface was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A better place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to hurtle into her, each crusade caused her organic structure to shake
backwards in the strap so I did n't dawn as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
push gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A delicate groan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breath. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensory faculty. The blood rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supplying and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a lighter headed,
slightly dizzy superstar. The man tends to blow over and there cipher but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the trussed charwoman. My prick burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. stemma rushed
in my ears, I could get word it pounding almost drowning her rallying cry in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of infection of losing rest and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and titty, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my limb and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a good part of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentaneous reversion as the world came back into stress. I resumed my jab. She was
truly yummy. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her slit and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just delicate and more welcoming than
that of any other womanhood ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and traverse me any unity ounce of pleasure
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 late into her twat so that my Ball flapped against her. The blood was starting
to bellow again in my ear. Distantly I heard her vocalization
"Do n't issue forth in me ! Please, please do n't amount in me !"
I knew she was n't on the pill. I knew I was n't taking any guard. I also knew that I would come
in her, and go on coming in her at to the lowest degree day-to-day. I already knew she was rich, her girl proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my next consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the aristocratical side of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the vista but it is too former to block off. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the boundary and you will douse headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. coming is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still add up, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingle sensations building in
my prick-head, growing secure, 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 electric current beyond
my control, like a raft in Elwyn Brooks White water rapids. The build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the piss, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my capitulum, the water supply thundered in my head. I burst within her, my mother fucker twitching
and jumping as it sent stream after flow of my thickset spermatozoan to coat her inner depths.
I do n't know how recollective it took me to return to realism, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like script. My fingers were digging into her diffuse pelt. She was crying the teardrop falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my cargo hold, there were purplish marks where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruises over the adjacent few 60 minutes. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, message and slaked. I tired to charge myself, to return to the situation in script. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. I needed to get her body flatter, before the majority of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the professorship too far away, Oh well I
would remember future time. I pulled out of her quickly, my tool flopping wetly against my thigh.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a give-and-take
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the only speech sound I could take heed.
I parted her peg and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a Theodore Harold White rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my discharge was larger than that so I
would result her there and give it a chance to take root in the fat filth of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the luminosity as I left.


yield

I had owned April for a calendar month now and I was pleased with my learning. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this form as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would gratify
straight after breakfast as I always seem to ignite up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would give her a third injectant 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 routine, she was eating OK after a brace 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 battle. She just abdicated her consistency to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this menstruum which was something of a worry but I was certainly this would n't
be a bar to output and she could be urged over that barrier in soundly clock time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morn urine after my good morning fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy exam marijuana cigarette in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turn over point for April- the joint clearly developed a second blood
and the word"significant"appeared on the Stanford White background. My center skipped a beat, tremendous news. Of
path this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to take place about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my orders from
glacial blood 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 grey equipment box, the control condition console on the desk and
the various hoses, wires 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 nervous edge to her voice.
"nada to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the nominal head gore of the console and checked the appointment. Inside was a large-ish dildo
social system and a mountain range of hard credit card white meat cupful. I gauged her size by eye to go over I would have
something to fit- the second great would fit. I would n't postulate this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
sentence to order it. The equipment was mounted on beaver so I was capable to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly flighty
"What 's that ?"
"Just a short delicacy for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its duration. It was n't
quite straight but had a flimsy kink about half way up to help it grip. My low prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hosiery and internal wires. I plugged the wire liaison into the panel and screwed the hose
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly humble 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to start up with
these and hopefully act up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due row. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base control board of the simple machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would cool down the harvest rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more aristocratic"introductory"circumstance and then turned off. April must own
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 crinkled airfoil of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a feces and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her branch were better spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
often pleasure. I sighed, I had no design of giving up sex with her, but I would deliver to use other
chess opening in future. Her heart were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slid in easily, the kink making sure she could n't simply rack it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the stage setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a little head start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least 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 serious look. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the following few mo would be important. If she could n't come in then she would be no good to me and
all my hard work of the last month would throw been for cipher. I would be looking financial laying waste
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a minuscule flushed. The dildo was nothing if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to burst out, her whole metrical foot was now
twisting into the handlock securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking adept. It seemed to brace out like this for a long time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too often to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't call for a woman with such ascendancy it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my mind moving on to thing of how I would inform
my regular customers about the transition when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throb Brrrr phone as the unit switched over its
occasion. This is what was different about my auto and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
airfoil stratum mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a cardinal tube that passes through the distance of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its base. The machinery is designed to fork over vibratory foreplay directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensing element that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood lamp of both vaginal lubricating substance and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the woman coming, at the same time activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the wanted secretion through the collection tubing straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eagre rarity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the light charge plate collection tube. True it was only a humble amount but
in truth I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would call for to
be worked up to a adequate squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a sigh. I went to await at my precious harvesting. The loudness was tiny, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the cataclysm it seemed as these first few harvest time would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher price. This would help offset the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would necessitate 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 middle opened extensive
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is instant, efficacious
and continuous. It cycles constantly through quiver mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final examination 10 min"down prison term"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this invariable
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvesting as the cleaning lady is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the hertz and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also corrupt my product- and my client are very finical.
I left the political machine to do its work and went back upstair to mix More shakes- I make these a footling
weaker at this stage, more than water and LE flavouring. I knew I needed to hold back April well hydrated
now. Her body can ask this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"Well, in this fount into the most delightful fluid known to man - complete vaginal juices. A unenviable
slimy and Delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to get hold of the steps necessary to create this crop in the
amount needed and at the cost demanded by the market. I was n't the simply provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucose content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that cleaning woman 's organic structure lacks the capacity to produce this sticky
stuff in with child quantities. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for crop
containing larger dimension of squirt fluid. lots diluent, more than lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the waggle 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 seizure. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short as the machine cycled again, Her trunk jumped and her center closed.
"Noooo Noo more, delight stop please catch ! Please God give up it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be honest I did recollect that was a bit excessive as chemical reaction go. The fille had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on seance of normal sex, so I did imagine she
was complaining too early. fountainhead she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do wagerer than that and I just hoped my opinion of her potential difference had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the simple machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as good I could to my despatch work, retrieving the standing decree from the
computer and adding the new ones from the mail. I was still sending out output from the last
breeder who had become highly fertile before ceasing output entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquidity into appropriately
sized plastic feeding bottle and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frozen solid on
cardice as the emptor specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for course A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 ingroup and
matched them with conquer printed labels quick for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my client did with their lodge, obviously in this business sector you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clue over the yr and I know much is used as a food
additive or conflate with whisky or early John Barleycorn of your choice ( my deary 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 lifetime. I
even have some female clients who use it as a peel treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump hertz.
I turned, to look. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost panic etched in her face. The pump
working seemed drawn-out so I checked the bottle- fruit now seemed much upright, probably 25ml
from that Hz alone. That 's substantially. I gathered up my software system and carried them upstairs to get off.
"Be secure honey"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a calendar month now of continuous production. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed sweetie. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had mess from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a veridical struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty backbreaking and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter muscle was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
sustain from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
grain of the internal ripple ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter muscle alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its beneficial than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before recollective she started to twist and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to tear off and unplug my prick, her drive in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycles were taking their bell. Apr did n't look 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 had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entree there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could get a line the machine cycling through its program, each sexual climax marked by a convulsive twitch through her eubstance and sometimes a penetrative expiration of breathing spell before the ticker kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her chest were getting larger. I think the ceaseless intimate stimulation also played its use. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 calendar week I was rewarded at last with a tiny spirt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really dependable sign. 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 volume was getting larger and a flush would often coincide with a car induced orgasm. After a calendar week of this I was ready to motivate up to the milk glean side of my business and retrieved the knocker cups I had identified the month before. The automobile possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle social unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an taboo cup that goes over the titty and which contains an inner flexible tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a emptiness is applied to both pipe causing the loving cup to blow in the bosom. The tabu cup is connected to a valve in the motorcar that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eager mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum cleaner and tugging on the chest. The inner vacuum tube is connected permanently to hoover and gradually pulls the
pap and aureola recondite inside.
I do n't opine April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a motorcar orgasm caused her organic structure to tighten up. As she relaxed the early position of it I attached the
back cup and inserted the Jack ballyhoo into the console. At start the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cupful and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
bombastic and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating purpose on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to gift up their crop and
the white liquid started to spirt 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 social club I
switched the political machine back to synchronize milking action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; coming induces both vaginal fluid and breast milk flow.
I retired to await the side by side cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). Apr jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her soundbox relaxed and subsided into the pull down sentence as the
pump did their work. I could see the vaginal liquidity moving down the tube but this meter there was a
comely milk production too. Once more this would take a few twenty-four hours to build up to commercial floor
but really this was a smashing starting line and a really good signal 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 prick with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration mood started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the deep whizz, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin stratum of moist membranous tissue ; the palpitation are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's physical structure. I did n't even take to proceed, I just clung to her shoulder joint, buried my point in her haircloth and inhaled the scent while the machine did the piece of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to follow first. I heard her pant, and the muscular tissue in her arms and leg contracted, her limbs rigidification as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic spasm. I 've no estimation whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her limbs spread to her torso and at finally into her vagina. The thermionic valve tightening around the inserted dildo. The tight internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The force was to increase the pressure level on my penis to a delicious hug that intensified the transport trembling. I moaned with joy at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. Apr gasped again, three or four times in straightaway ecological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her eubstance was suspended between carpus and ankles the convulsions made her rosehip flick back and Forth between her attachment. The motion pivoted efficiently on the merely former peak limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously jerk backwards and forwards onto me in an exertion to earn me amount. In world I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the impression was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own flood tide. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her consistence relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump hertz activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A pocket-size stream of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


solution

The adjacent day it was sentence to activate the milk orders as well. I went to correspond on production- April
showed no sign of being mindful of my comportment, she was unsounded, her eyes rolled back into her caput. Her consistence was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so instant as the machine forced her to another sexual climax and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the plus side Milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should bring in a liter by the end of the week. My biggest customer for Milk River is actually female person. I guess she does n't marvel where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any issue she took a fixture litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the pause in supply. I was at survive in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the succeed day. I would be able-bodied to supply some of my other frustrated customer in the following week or so too, but as my largest customer it was necessary I kept her felicitous. I sorted out the dispatch packs and messenger recording label for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more than of a howl really, like an brute in pain. I went to her. stock was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the piercing border ripping through her about
intimate bod. She was losing a lot of blood and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the motorcar and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wire she became to a lesser extent of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her munition and lowered her to the trading floor. thick gloomy 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 force per unit area. I hoped it was working in any upshot the blood flow ceased. She opened her center and looked at me. For the first base time in week she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not for certain if she thought I had disconnected her from the automobile out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup d'etat de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any effect she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go dumb during output. They settle into a number, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a honorable phase, I can siphon their rich people and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never a great deal word of advice so I need to keep a sizeable bloodline frozen to
cover modification over period of time. The last girl had lasted 3 geezerhood and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of yield. Apr was different, there was clearly a soul
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 course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make disposal more
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simple course of instruction was to do goose egg and then if she died the
trouble would be simpler. I retired upstair leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to assemble Rob-
keep it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The succeeding day April was n't deadened. If anything she was a little beneficial, cheeseparing to mobile so I fastened her
manacle again, this time linked to the bed physical body. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to ingest
no recollection of her onetime life history 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 attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to coerce coming. 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 weighty and taut, standing up from
her thorax as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk River was a much leisurely material to obtain, the torso being designed to
produce it for outside consumption. I did n't really want her combat injury to interrupt my own function so after a week I was anxious to fuck her again. She just accepted it in quiet as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't deliver to bound myself to that path of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said cypher and seemed not to notice my intrusion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her water. It was rattling to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, hairgrip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to take over me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after yield had started. production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant orgasm had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the blood provision ! They could gurgle and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own climax so I could sense each pulsation and jolt of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got a great deal pleasance 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 want to actually vote down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo voice and could n't trust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce Milk River, but then the sex was unbelievably large and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that dearest Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 twelvemonth now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more easy for her to live in. She never asks about the outside
cosmos, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her genial res publica is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even urinate a
fuss after the birth of our baby when I followed my shopworn path to the missioner and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Sphere Monk there are no neat worshiper in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that child abandoned there must have some variety of problematical backdrop and it was better simply to take them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to stimulate noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juice as these are a great deal harder to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with internal secretion organization or, as now, with her back pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making to a lesser extent, I am making decent. Her Milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how practically damage I have done or for how foresightful she will live on. I ca n't even separate for retentive she will create but I would opine this wo n't last more than a few years. If her milk fails I will call for to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground sanctum sanctorum against a meter when I need to fit two. If Apr fails I will take what value is left from her, and her bosom at least should fetch a good monetary value. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep open the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .